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ladylilithprime · 2 years ago

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Twirl Around And Take A Chance

Series: Fluff Is My Jamstiel

Fandom: Supernatural:

Pairing: Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel)

Rating: General to Teen and Up

Tags/Warnings: Witch Sam Winchester, Hunter Novak Brothers, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Brief Allusions to Canon-Typical Violence, Off-Screen Character Death - Tyson Brady, Bones the Dog Returns, Slow Burn

Series Summary: When a young man dies and the grieving family loudly proclaim that their child was killed by a witch, hunters John Castiel and James Constantine Novak are on the case. What they find isn't nearly so simple as a demon-dealing witch killing for power they can gank and be done with it, nor does it make it any easier for the brothers to just move on to the next case. This is the story of how natural witch and herbalist Sam Winchester met the infamous Novak brothers and gave two weary hunters a place to finally call home... but just the fluffy parts.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 1: Hello

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WHEN A DEATH attributed to "complications during illness" turned up in the news with the family of the deceased blaming a witch, most people would put it down to the grief and seeking someone to blame for their loss. Most people, however, were not hunters who specialized in tracking down and putting an end to more supernatural predators. When word of the young man, Tyson Brady, and his death being attributed by the family to the work of a witch reached James Constantine Novak and his brother John Castiel Novak agreed that it sounded like their wheelhouse, off they went to Palo Alto, California. They were expecting to find the usual evidence of foul play, hex bags or sigils or even sulfur as usually accompanied cases of death by witch.

They found nothing of the sort, and the interviews only made things more confusing.

"It was pneumonia complicated by anaphylactic shock," the coroner they spoke to said, shaking her head. "More the latter than the former. Damn shame, kid would've recovered from the pneumonia if he hadn't been allergic to yarrow flower."

"Yarrow flower?" Jimmy repeated, glancing at Cas.

"The herbal remedy the kid took for the pneumonia," the coroner said, showing them the portion of the report. "Stuff works a treat so long as you're not allergic to any of the components. The kid had no idea about the allergy, either, 'cause he would've had to disclose known allergies before Wesson would mix up the remedy."

"Wesson?" It was Cas's turn to prompt for more information, returning Jimmy's glance as he did.

"Sam Wesson, the local herbalist," the coroner answered, then frowned at them. "And don't either of you go blaming him for that kid's death, either. He's the one who called the ambulance and tried to stabilize Tyson when he started seizing. Poor guy was a wreck when the kid ended up dying en route, even though it wasn't his fault."

"Family certainly seems to think otherwise," Jimmy couldn't help pointing out. The coroner scoffed.

"Grief will make a perfectly rational person look for the devil under the bed when it's just a creaky floorboard," she said, shaking her head. "Tests don't lie. There was no foul play involved, just illness, allergies, and bad luck."

Bad luck did not exactly rule out foul play when one was dealing with the supernatural, so they were on to interviewing friends of the victim.

"Brady wasn't a victim of anything except his own stupidity," Jessica Moore told them bluntly as she set their ordered coffee down on the table, even managing to put Jimmy's black coffee and Cas's soy mocha with extra whip in front of the correct twin. "He could've gone to Sam ages ago when he just had a cold and gotten fixed right up, but the idiot had to be stubborn and try to power through it with alternating shots of Monster and the knock-off NyQuil because he didn't want to 'be a bother' during finals. Well, now he's dead and we're all very bothered, so great planning there, genius!"

"Mr Brady knew Mr Wesson well, then?" Jimmy asked carefully as he emptied a packet of Stevia into his coffee cup.

"Better than just about anyone else aside from his brother and maybe me," she answered with a shrug. "Those two were friends for years, ever since being assigned as roommates Freshman year."

"Oh my god, they were roommates," Cas intoned in a deadpan. Jessica snorted, then giggled, her face practically lighting up with genuine amusement at the bad meme joke.

"Maybe they could've gone there if Brady wasn't terminally straight," she said. The smile slipped off her face at the oblique reminder that her friend was now terminal in a different sense, but she shook off the melancholy quickly. "Anyway, if Brady had just gone to Sam when he first got sick, we wouldn't be having this conversation because he'd still be alive."

"Mr Brady's family seem to believe Mr Wesson is at fault for their son's death," Jimmy said leadingly, and was treated to a ferocious scowl from the young woman.

"Those people," she snarled, "are some of the worst closed-minded bigots I've ever had the misfortune to throw out of my cafe! They hated Brady attending Stanford, never called except to complain, and actually tried to override Brady's will. The moment they found out Sam's a licensed herbalist who doesn't attend church, he might as well have been Satan himself in their eyes, even though none of us had any idea Brady would have an allergic reaction to Sam's potion!"

"Potion?" Cas repeated, eyes narrowing.

"Brew, tea, tonic, whatever you want to call it," Jessica said irritably. "He knows his herbs and he knows what he's doing. Brady just had to be stubborn and wait until he was about to be hospitalized for freaking pneumonia before he would admit to anyone that he needed help, and he paid the price for it. He's the only one that's actually to blame for his own death in any way, and the sensible people around here all know that."

It was a quiet Castiel who led the way back out of the cafe to their somewhat worse for wear Lincoln Continental, Jimmy at his heels and half distracted by his notes.

"So do we go interview 'Dean Smith' next, or go straight over to Wesson's place?" Jimmy asked when they were in the car with Cas behind the wheel and he still hadn't said anything.

"I'm starting to doubt whether this really is any of our business," Cas admitted, eyes on the space beyond the windshield. "Jessica's testimony matches up with the coroner's report, and her insights into the Brady family..."

"Probably all the more reason to be thorough," Jimmy offered. "I mean, we probably aren't the only hunters who caught wind of this. We should probably get the full picture so we can put the word out one way or the other, and if it turns out there's nothing supernatural going on then we can make sure no hot-headed idiots come storming out here with guns locked and loaded for a guy who works with herbs."

"Probably," Cas agreed. "Alright. Smith next, then?"

They found Dean Smith at an autobody shop advertising a free tire rotation with an oil change. Given that the Lincoln was past due for an oil change by a couple of thousand miles, that seemed the best way to get a lead in to talk to Smith.

It was also where their investigation took a sharp left.

"Stay the hell away from Sammy," Smith growled at them when he slapped the folder with their bill down on the counter.

"Excuse me?" Jimmy blinked, exchanging an uncomfortable glance with Cas. "We're just--"

"A pair of hunters rolling into town because a couple of fundie blowhards started crying 'witch' and it made the papers," Smith interrupted, rolling his eyes at them. "I was all up in the inner workings of your car, boys, I saw the wards you got on her. I know hunters when I see 'em. And I'm telling you now, stay away from Sammy. The kid's already grieving the death of his best friend. He doesn't need you coming up here and running your mouths about witches and evil and making him feel even worse about Ty being a moron."

"We're actually hoping to prove that he wasn't responsible and there wasn't anything supernatural going on," Cas spoke up to Jimmy's surprise, his eyes steady on Smith. They narrowed when Smith grimaced. "But you already know we won't be able to do that."

"Look," Smith sighed, leaning forward on his elbows and staring them down as he lowered his voice. "I'll level with you. There was spellwork going on, what with Sammy's potion in Ty's system trying to wipe out the sickness. Hell, if it had just been a cold instead of pneumonia plus way too much caffeine and shit on top of sleep deprivation 'cause of finals, then Sammy hitting Ty with an EpiPen could've meant he'd have made it to the hospital for the allergic reaction and been cured of everything by the next morning. But it was pneumonia, and he did have a cocktail of bad decisions and no sleep beforehand, so all the EpiPen did was slow the inevitable.

"That ain't on Sammy, though he's still tearing himself up with what ifs and should've knowns no matter how many times me and Jess try to tell him it wasn't his fault," Smith huffed. "He's still hearing that harpy mother of Ty's ranting about godless heathens and bad influences because Ty's will says he wants to be cremated and his ashes planted with a tree here in Palo Alto instead of his body being hauled off to Wichita to be buried like she wants. Not to mention the shit those assholes Walker, Creedy, and Kubrick pulled last year."

Jimmy and Cas exchanged another speaking look. They weren't familiar with Creedy or Kubrick, but Gordon Walker was rather infamous for his extremist views about vampires and his bad habits of using newbie hunters as bait for the covens. There had been more than a few relieved sighs around the Roadhouse when the news hit that he'd been arrested and was being held without bail, and Jimmy was certain it was only a matter of time before he got taken out of the picture entirely.

"Perhaps," Cas said at length, "it would help Mr Wesson to hear from someone who is not a close friend that Mr Brady's death was not his fault."

"And if his - and your - experience with hunters is mainly extremist assholes," Jimmy added, "perhaps it would help for him to meet a couple who understand things like nuances, extenuating circumstances, and shades of gray."

Smith stared them both down for a long moment before he muttered something that sounded like "gonna regret this" and straightened up to his full height. It wasn't that much taller than Jimmy and Cas, but he looked plenty imposing as he folded his arms over his chest. "He won't be at the shop, not today. The funeral's tomorrow so he'll be at home getting Ty's final resting place ready in the garden. Do not take weapons into the garden, period, and if you hurt him I have a sawed off shotgun and plenty of experience of my own disposing of bodies. Capiche?"

"We 'capiche'," Cas nodded. Jimmy paid the bill for the oil change with the cash he had on him, knowing a fake card wouldn't fly with Smith, and accepted the scrap of stained paper with a scrawled out address in return.

"So what do you think?" he asked as he and Cas settled into the Lincoln and Cas turned the key.

"I think Smith did a bit more than change the oil and rotate the tires," Cas said with a head tilt as he listened to the way the engine practically purred to life. "And he undercharged us. 'Smith' probably isn't even his actual name, but he answers to it as if it is so it's been a few years at least since he changed it."

"Since he got out," Jimmy guessed. "You think he was telling the truth about Wesson?"

"I think he believes that he told the truth," Cas temporized. "So did Jessica. Whether or not they really were, I won't know until we talk to Wesson directly."

"Guess that's next?"

"Not quite. First, we should find a deli or something and pick up lunch."

Jimmy stared at his brother for a moment, but Cas didn't say anything else, so Jimmy gamely hauled out his laptop and, with the help of the autoshop's wifi, searched up a list of possible places to get lunch to go. The one Cas chose from the list wasn't one Jimmy would have picked, but then Jimmy figured that his twin knew what he was doing when, after they placed their orders, he added that they would also like "Sam Wesson's usual" to go.

"Oh, are you boys off to see the wizard?" the man behind the counter asked, grinning as if he'd told a joke. The grin faltered a little when Cas just stared flatly at him.

"We're not exactly in the mood for jokes right now, sorry," Jimmy said. "Not exactly the best time, you know?"

"Ah, got'cha," the man winced. "Real shame about Brady. He was good people. Stood up for me as best man at my wedding when my wife won the coin toss for who got Sam, even managed to pull together a decent stag night despite there being just the two of us for it."

"You knew him well?" Jimmy asked when Cas continued to stare. The man shrugged, one hand lifting to waggle back and forth.

"I know Sam, mostly. He introduced me to my wife, and Brady was their friend so we hung out sometimes, but he was pretty focused on med school," the man shook his head. "Funny how someone so dedicated to becoming a nurse could be so careless about his own health."

"Well, I've heard that doctors make the worst patients," Jimmy said with a shrug.

"Yeah, guess so," the man shook his head again, then shook himself a little. "That'll be twenty-three seventy-five. Six minutes, okay?"

The food smelled really good when it was eventually handed over and Cas gave the keys to Jimmy to take his turn driving them out of town and partway up into the mountains, not quite far enough for there to be a lot of trees, but enough that the houses were further apart than most California real estate would allow, even in northern California. Jimmy felt his heart skip a beat as they drove past a house with a covered carport that held a beautifully maintained classic black 1967 Chevy Impala, something about that car tugging at him. From the way Cas turned his head to look back at the car, Jimmy knew his twin felt it, too.

The house for the address scrawled on the dirty paper was one further, practically next door despite the wide lot between them. The lot was far from empty, either, with a low green painted fence topped with poles and trellises practically draped in climbing vines that extended from the side of the house up to barely two feet from the road and back towards what must have been the exact edge of the property line. The inside beyond the fence was an incredible riot of colors with so many different plants arranged in patterns that must only make sense from above, spots here and there where the greenery had overtaken as the flowers were out of season.

"Smith really did mean garden, didn't he," Jimmy whistled, staring at the sight as he pulled the car to a stop in front of the fence, still mostly on the street. He'd be willing to bet the Lincoln that every single one of those plants, even the ones that looked purely ornamental, had some other, more mystical meaning or purpose. Belatedly, he remembered Smith's admonishment against bringing weapons into that same garden and hastily removed his gun and knife to stash them under the seat. When he looked over at Cas, however, his brother was still sitting there staring towards the garden. "Cas...?"

"Can you feel it?" Cas asked, voice hushed to barely above a whisper. "It's so alive, so aware, reaching out beyond the boundaries imposed but so welcoming..." Cas turned his head finally to look at Jimmy and his eyes were bright with awe and wonder. "I haven't felt anything like this since Lebanon."

Well. That was hopefully not grounds for full-on panic, but it was somewhat less reassuring than Cas had probably meant it to be. Yes, the forest around that defunct bunker in Lebanon had felt incredibly warm and welcoming to the pair of them, but it had turned out that the reason for that was a dryad whose loyalty had been bound to the secret society that had once operated out of that bunker before they were wiped out. She had thought Jimmy and Cas were the new generation of her former masters, and had not reacted well to learning that they didn't know what she was talking about or have any intention of just taking up residence in some middle of nowhere bunker. As sensitive as Cas was to natural energies, it had nearly broken him when they had to kill the raging dryad whose own binding forced her to attack any perceived threat to these "Men of Letters".

After that, they couldn't have stayed there even if they had wanted to, not with the way Cas felt so sick from her death even though Jimmy had been the one who had dealt the final blow. They had used the spell marker in their bloodline keyed to the wards to get into the place and promptly turned everything over to Bobby Singer, and the last they had heard from him he'd taken to running operations out of the place while he restructured the hodgepodge of wards that had been left behind and clearly weren't as effective as the old group had thought. Jimmy hoped he had all the luck with the place, especially since he and Cas had already benefited since then from the information Bobby had found, even if they never visited anymore or talked about it beyond "Bobby's new place". For Cas to voluntarily mention Lebanon, that garden had to be something really special.

And powerful.

"Is it safe?" Jimmy asked at length, rather than remind Cas of any of the bad that had happened. The look he got almost made him wince for how knowing it was, but Cas just nodded.

"Nothing in there will hurt us unless we hurt Wesson," he assured Jimmy, which actually didn't help much. Especially with the way the back of Jimmy's neck was beginning to prickle in a very familiar way.

"He knows we're here," he said, nodding towards the house portion of the property and a large window with a crystal suncatcher in the shape of a dog and cat hanging near the top. "We probably shouldn't keep him waiting, especially since we brought him lunch."

"Maybe that and the way the garden is singing will earn us some good will," Cas sighed, quickly divesting himself of his own gun and knives.

The brothers got out of the car and, after a silent debate, headed towards what looked most likely to be the front door, Castiel carrying their bags from the deli while Jimmy followed with his hands held loosely and pointedly empty and open at his sides. He was the one to knock, knuckles rapping against the wood rather than touching the old metal door knocker that felt prickly to his senses. Then they waited, side by side, Cas projecting as much of an appearance of outward, stoic calm as he ever could and Jimmy struggling to match him as he tried to prepare himself for whoever - whatever - was about to open the door.

He was not expecting the dog.

The door opened inwards and the first figure through the door was a good-sized golden retriever who paced forward two steps and sat on the threshold, muzzle lifted to regard the two hunters and show off the silver chain and heart-shaped engraved tag. The dog sniffed at them very obviously, then gave a rather dismissive-sounding chuff and turned away to look back through the open door with a low whine.

"Bones, be nice," a tired baritone voice said from inside the doorway. Jimmy heard Cas catch his breath and tore his gaze away from the dog - a dog named "Bones", apparently - to look up at the speaker, and froze.

Oh...

Taller than Smith had been with a similar broad-shouldered build, Sam Wesson should have been even more imposing a figure than the mechanic who had given them his address. His posture, however, was not precisely slumped or hunched, but withdrawn, as if he was trying to make himself seem smaller without being obvious about it. Chesnut hair hung damply around his face and shoulders, and the eyes that peered at them wearily through rectangular-lensed glasses with silver wire frames were the most striking mix of green and gold and brown Jimmy had ever seen. They were also red as if he had been crying, and Jimmy was abruptly reminded that according to pretty much everyone they had spoken to this man was mourning a long time friend whose death he felt responsible for.

When neither Jimmy nor Cas could find anything to say, the man before them - entirely too beautiful even in his grief - began to fidget slightly. "Uh... hello?"

"Hello, Sam," Cas breathed, then flinched. "Mr Wesson. I apologize... ah...."

"We're very sorry for your loss," Jimmy said softly as Cas trailed off under the weight of Sam's uncertain stare. When that stare shifted to him, he added a little lamely, "We, ah, brought you lunch. And we've been duly threatened by Mr Smith not to hurt you."

"Dean sent you... with lunch?" Sam asked, looking between the two of them with some confusion.

"Not so much sent as gave us your address and threatened to dust off his shotgun and some, ah, 'old skills' if we weren't being truthful about our intentions being your continued safety and good health," Jimmy admitted, and was rewarded with a lessening of tension in those broad shoulders and a remarkably eloquent eye-roll.

"I am so sorry about him," Sam sighed, reaching up to remove his glasses and rub his eyes. When his hand lowered again, he didn't put the glasses back on, and Jimmy was struck again by how amazing the man's eyes were. "I swear sometimes he thinks I'll just waste away to nothing if I don't have someone babysitting me."

"Shows he cares," Jimmy said with a shrug. "And lunch was technically my brother's idea. His sense of natural energies is better than mine even if I'm usually more adept with people, so I listened when he said we should get lunch before coming here."

"Your garden is beautiful," Cas murmured in a tone Jimmy almost didn't recognize for the rarity of hearing it from his brother. "Once I could hear it clearly from the street, I realized how its song clings to your friends. They've all left pieces of themselves here with you, and carry part of you with them. The song is exquisite."

"Thank you," Sam mumbled back, ducking his head so that his hair fell further into his face like a curtain he could hide behind. It made Jimmy's fingers twitch to reach out and brush it back again. The moment faded as Sam cleared his throat. "Bones, stand down, they're friends." He looked up again through the fall of his hair and managed a weak smile. "I hope you brought lunch for yourselves as well."

#jamstiel #sastimmy #supernatural fic #sam winchester #castiel #jimmy novak #fluffy february 2023 #witch!sam #incognito winchesters

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crowsandmurderbackup · 1 year ago

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Jax Teller tags

Jax ✖ (Aesthetics)

Jax ✖ (Thoughts)

Jax ✖ (Character Development)

Jax ✖ (Crack)

Jax ✖ (Headcanons)

VERSES:

V: Rebellion is the only thing that keeps you alive [Teen Jax] - After the death of John Teller and even before, Jax is definitely a rebellious teenager. He doesn’t handle his father’s absence, death and his mother remarrying well. He finds love and that is something that helps him focus, but other than that, he get into trouble a lot and enjoys it.

V: The Prince Prospects [Jax as a Prospect] - Jax may be the Prince of Charming, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have to Prospect like everyone else. He has to learn to serve the guy his mom married, someone he’s always known. His hot headed temper leads him and others into trouble, along the way.

V: All I ever wanted was a Harley and a Kutte [Pre-Show SAMCRO Jax] - Jax patches in, like was expected and his life revolves around club life, women and crime. It’s easier to not commit to women than deal with not being over the one who left. But, that doesn’t mean that he spends all his time pining away or anything like that.

V: Some days you’re the beamer, some days you’re the goddamned deer [Season One] - Jax is the VP of SAMCRO, Opie’s out of prision, Tara’s back in town, and his kid was born way too soon because of his junkie mom. There’s always a bunch of shit as Jax deals with feeling like shit matters more, now that he’s got a kid.

V: I’m not the one out there murdering women! [Season 2] - After the death of Opie’s wife, Jax finds himself at odds with Clay, as they deal with a new group and Ethan Zobelle. He tries to balance it all, but finds himself wanting to be away from Clay and then seeking revenge for his mother.

V: It’s going to get a lot worse before it gets better [Season 3] - If Jax thought things were a mess before, there even worse now. The Irish stole his son and he doesn’t know how to get him back. He struggles with self-destructing and having to go to Ireland. There’s no one who self-destructs quite like Jax Teller.

V: I know you killed my father [Season 4] - Fresh out of prison, Jax has goals that are more than being a part of SAMCRO. He wants to get his family out of this and makes a deal with Clay how to do so. But old secrets and lies may keep that from happening as more things grow out of control and Jax finds himself torn between what’s best for his family and what’s best for his chosen family.

V: You can’t sit in this chair without being a savage [Season 5] - It’s a new era of SAMCRO. Jax is President and wants to do things differently. But something shocks him to the core and takes away part of his heart, something that he’ll never get back. Dealing with the fallout is difficult and Jax learns the weight of being the King of SAMCRO.

V: My self-hate is so deep, so palpable [Season 6] - Things just keep getting worse. Jax’ marriage is a mess. The problems with the Irish seem to be getting worse all the time and he finds himself falling deeper and deeper losing his vision, and wondering what the brotherhood even is.

V I’m sorry that the family I was given has created so much chaos in the family I’ve chosen [Season 7] - Jax wanted to do what he could to protect the club, but he’d never imagined the horrors of what happened at the end of season 6. Facing being a widowed father, he is a self-destructive mess, taking his anger and grief on anyone gets in his way. Mistakes are made and consequences have to be paid.

V: The crow no longer speaks to me [Surviving AU] - Thought it is near impossible that it happened this way, Jax survives what happens at the end of Papa’s Goods. It takes him a long time, and the fallout from his emotional point at that time is still address. He’s not sure what happens now.

V: Soar on my Wings [Canon Divergent AU] - Instead of going down 580, Jax found himself going up to Norco, meeting Wendy and Nero up there. Now, he’s got to decide if hiding out is worth it. What will his life mean now, and can he salvage the relationships he wants to?

V: He sees all my sins, He reads my soul [Time-jumps] - Time periods of various time jumps.

Bio already on CARRD

#Jax ✖ (Aesthetics)#Jax ✖ (Thoughts)#Jax ✖ (Character Development)#Jax ✖ (Crack)#Jax ✖ (Headcanons)#V: Rebellion is the only thing that keeps you alive [Teen Jax]#V: The Prince Prospects [Jax as a Prospect]#V: All I ever wanted was a Harley and a Kutte [Pre-Show SAMCRO Jax]#V: Some days you're the beamer. Some days you're the goddamned deer [Season One]#V: I’m not the one out there murdering women! [Season 2]#V: It’s going to get a lot worse before it gets better [Season 3]#V: I know you killed my father [Season 4]#V: You can’t sit in this chair without being a savage [Season 5]#V: My self hate is so deep...so palpable [Season 6]#V: I’m sorry that the family I was given has created so much chaos in the family I’ve chosen [Season 7]#V: The crow no longer speaks to me [Surviving AU]#V: Soar on my Wings [Canon Divergent AU]#V: He sees all my sins. He reads my soul [Time-Jumps]#✖ [Character: Jax Teller]

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themafia-terrapins · 4 years ago

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Into the night.

A/N: You should read the post before this to get an understanding of this AU. Fair warning, this is pretty long. Enjoy! 💚

Disclaimer: mention of child abuse ahead. Be warned!

Cold. Merciless. Dangerous. Mysterious.

They were the only words that many used to describe the Hamato Clan. No one wanted to mess with them in fear of what they would do, countless stories were told of those who had double crossed them and in result, hadn’t lived to see the next day. The most feared gang caught in a dark and ruthless world of crime, violence, blood and lust. Others wanted their wealth and power but not everything is what it seemed to be.

The cold breeze hit Leonardo’s face, as he gulped down air quickly into his lungs. He was sure those horrid nightmares would have stopped, it had been almost 11 years for God’s sake. Cursing under his breath, he knocked down the tub of medication which rattled on the floor. The view of New York was beautiful from all the way up here and as frantically as he tried to focus on it, those poisonous thoughts blazed through his mind and he had no power to control it.

“Father please don’t leave again” The young teen cried, trailing helplessly after the rat who swore angrily. Being only 13, he wasn’t able to grab those supplies that his brothers needed. They were forced to rely on Splinter but he would hardly help them. They were lucky if he even brought down the bare necessities for them to survive on.

“How many times do I have to tell you leave me alone?! Enough!” Splinter growled, loosening his tie as he made his way to the sewers steps. But Leo had to try for his brothers, he couldn’t look at their pain anymore. He couldn’t go back empty handed, to witness Raphael put up a brave front despite actively bleeding and bruised practically everywhere on his frail body. He couldn’t see Donnie on the verge of another panic attack because he didn’t know how to fix them. He couldn’t bear to see Mikey trying to hold it all together but breaking down in the bathroom , when he thought nobody was listening because he couldn’t live in this nightmare.

“R-Raph is hurt and we don’t have any more bandages” Leo spoke timidly, trying to sound clear and confident but his voice trembled. Splinter stood still and the turtle could already smell the sour whiskey from his clothes. It had been a bad day, he presumed. Whiskey was only drunk whenever a loss was incurred. And that usually meant he wouldn’t be home for days, much o the turtle’s pleasure.

“What have I said about speaking back?!” Splinter bellowed, his arm whacking Leo backwards until his shell hit the tunnel. The side of his shell had already been damaged due to constantly training day and night to perfect the routine Splinter had set them. But an audible crack had been heard and a small gasp left his lips, already seeing a trickle of blood roll down his skin staining the previous bandages. He hadn’t even time to register the pain until Splinter loomed over his body, his eyes black and dangerous.

“Father I’m-” Leo’s breath hitched in his throat, tears prickling his eyes painfully watching his hand raise slowly. ‘Not again, please not again’

“You’re absolutely hopeless, you hear me?!” Again Splinter punched the turtle, laughing each time when the terrapin recoiled in pain. Leonardo held his tongue, scared to further anger the drunken rat. Every slap, punch and kick was taken without a sound because the punishment for wincing was double the amount than the beating now. And he wasn’t so sure his shell could take anymore.

“Look at you! You expect to take on my legacy acting like a pathetic little girl?! Get out of my sight before I finish you” With one swift punch to Leo’s jaw, Splinter left to go topside. He could hear his evil voice cackle on the phone to one of his partners in this mysterious business he refused to utter a word about.

“Why do you hit us so much? What did we ever do to you?” Leo sobbed quietly, curling into a little ball on the floor. The punch on his plastron seared throughout his body, burning in hot white pain. Yet it must be nothing compared to what his brothers were going through. They were awaiting Leo but the eldest could barely move, let alone walk to their home.

Home, usually described at being comforting and loving but he hadn’t felt any of these emotions since they moved in. He used to yearn for a mother to come and take their pain away but as he grew, that dream slowly died as hope in him also began to wither.

Maybe one day things would be different...

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Blaring traffic shocked the turtle out of his trance and with a shuddering breath, he took several deep breaths. He l

“Why must I be reminded of such memories?” Leonardo sighed, his hand drifting over his temple to soothe the dull ache. No matter how long it had been, the wound from his past was still fresh. They say time healed all pain so why did his still hurt? Some nights it was bearable and some nights it felt like he was being suffocated in his mind, slowly driving insane.

Physical pain definitely was a lot more tolerable than verbal, even now he could still hear the echo of Splinter’s voice reprimanding him whenever he failed. Those stabbing words ringing louder and louder in his ears, berating him for being stupid and weak. Laughing at how his ridiculous attempt of leading a team. Leonardo never wanted anything more than to make Splinter proud but during his years, he realised that it was never going to happen.

Splinter only cared for himself and Leo, along with his brothers, were merely pawns in his cruel game.

But now was not the time to dwell on these matters, things had to be done and completed. His phone rang jarring him out of his thoughts and he picked it up rather reluctantly.

“What is it, Silas?” His assistant/companion spoke quickly, picking up the disinterest in Leo’s voice. He was never one for sugarcoating his feelings or emotions, if the boss wanted something done it was pronto.

“Beast is requesting dinner with capo and the mob. Your presence is required, sir” Holding his urge to groan, the turtle glanced down at the lights that decorated the buildings of New York. They were so beautiful but he couldn’t even take the time to appreciate it, reality had called and with great reluctance he had to answer.

Beast... what was there to say? He was a snob, ignorant, extremely wealthy but lacked any common sense or values. Leo’s patience was practically non existent whenever he communicated with him. While he provided a great reference for other business partners, Beast himself was on thin ice with the brothers.

“Dinner at... 1am?” Leo scowled, looking at his watch. Beast, while had been an average business partner, had constant demands and ideas that were completely absurd. The brothers were tiring of his constant requests and awful timing.

“I did not suggest the convocation at this late sir” The assistant began but Leo interrupted him, wanting to end this conversation.

“Be that as it may, unfortunately I cannot attend. Cancel my plans for tonight, I have a reconciliation to attend to and the conference will take up most my time” He ordered, observing the bonsai trees that stood on the balcony. One thing he grew to adore was his plants, they were simple and with enough care and love, blossomed into something gorgeous.

“I don’t think Beast will be pleased with the rejection. He only wants a few words with the mob and especially you, Capo” Silas tried to reason but the terrapin was adamant.

“Enough. Reschedule this meeting tomorrow at 11pm sharp. Am I understood?” Leo commanded and Silas nodded, already writing it down in his notepad.

“Crystal. Enjoy your night sir” ‘Unlikely’... Hanging up, the blue cladded turtle inhaled a deep breath to collect his thoughts. Cancelling the meeting is a mistake but there were bigger fish to fry tonight. Other duties lay heavy on his mind and with a turn of his heel, he left his safe haven.

As he entered his room, a young woman appeared at his door. Her heels echoed on the polished marble floors, grinding on his last nerve. God he really didn’t want to deal with her right in this moment. Her eyes settled on his and her face lifted into a small smile, one he did not mirror back.

“Katherine, what brings you to my quarters? Surely you’re old enough to understand you cannot barge in whenever you please” Leonardo watched as the young woman quickly stepped back, picking up the heavy discomfort that lay in the air.

“My apologies Leonardo. It’s Raphael, he said that you guys are attending a conference tonight but it’s our 3 month-”

“I fail to understand how this is my problem” He was quick in letting her know, he hadn’t the time to listen to her. Truth be told, he would never understand why Raphael stuck with her. She caused more pain and grief than anything to him.

“Okay... but could you tell me at least why?” She cocked her head and Leo turned, his face set in a hard frown.

“That is between me and my brothers Katherine. I do not appreciate when people interfere in my business. That much should be painfully obvious” His tone was calm but the harsh voice was clearly heard.

Opening his cupboard door, the small picture of Eva caught his eye. A small pang of sadness washed over his body before getting a grip on himself, refusing himself to succumb to the weakness. Eva was the past yet it seemed no matter how long the years had gone by, the yearn was as strong as ever. He wondered if he would ever be free from the shackles around his heart that locked tightly in his chest.

He had to accept that no matter how much he hoped on a wishing star or to the sky, she simply was not coming back. On the side showed a glass mirror, outlining all the features on his face. Sleep hadn’t come to the turtle much recently, he was lucky to get 4 hours and that was on a good day.

“You know you can just call me Kiki like everyone else” She raised her brow as he grabbed his navy blue velvet suit, the unreadable facial expression plastered on his face while his dark sapphire eyes burned into hers. Still standing at the doorway, she felt almost scared of him. Despite being with his brother for around 8 years, she never felt like she knew Leo. No one did, he kept to himself and only showed his true colours to those he cared about.

“Katherine, if that is all you have come to say then I highly suggest you leave me be now. It would not bode well for you to overstep your boundaries” With an almost snarl, he walked forwards and closed his door.

---

“Would you like some champagne, Mr Hamato? It’s the one you specifically requested, Dom Pérignon” The waiter asked and Leo nodded his head, flicking through the newspapers as he awaited the rest of his brothers to join him. This meeting was better suited to the office, he didn’t need any extra ears or eyes to listen in on the information discussed between them.

“God, I need a drink” He could hear the brute’s voice carry through the halls and into the meeting room.

“Right away boss” Greyson, his assistant spoke and vanished to make his preferred alcoholic beverage.

“What is the occasion, dear brother? As much as I like to spend time with you, I’m assuming you haven’t called us for fun” Donnie sat down, his ankle resting on top of his thigh as his attention diverted to his brother. Delicately folding the papers up and placing them to the side, Leo eyed his younger brother with a smirk.

“Always straight to the point Donatello. And you’d be correct, I’ve called this meeting to discuss our next steps” He spoke authoritatively as the turtles settled in their seats, glancing at the board which held ideas and secret plans.

“Did ya cancel tha meetin’ with Beast tonight?” Raph asked, eyes skimming at the tablet. That was very unlikely of the leader, he was the one always nagging to keep up with business meetings and such.

“Yes, I’ll be damned if I have to listen to another lie of his again. He cannot speak clearly and I have no time for beating around the bush. Once we’re done with this proposal, it will be a big relief to have him off our backs” Leo sipped his wine, flicking through his notes. A few names picked up but on the whole, everything seemed relatively calm. But there was no resting, they couldn’t afford not to be on their guard. Trouble was brewing on the horizon, he could feel it in his body.

“Fuck sake, how many times do I have to tell you I hate when you organise my notes like this” Mikey sighed irritably as his brothers smirked, looking at each other with amusement.

It was a running joke that Mikey couldn’t hold an assistant down for more than 2 months. Perhaps it was his picky way of being organised or that he had a short temper and hated his things being out of place, they didn’t know. This new assistant fumbled with the drinks, paling as his boss shouted his displeasure.

“What happened to Donetti Licata?” Donatello asked, chuckling at his younger brother expecting another childish story about organisation as it as had been the story before.

“Fired him. Caught him screwing Mia in my bed. Which reminds me I really need to employ someone who actually has a working braincell” Mikey spoke nonchalantly while his brothers looked at each other wide eyed.

“Oh... shit. M’sorry Mike, that must’ve been hard” Raph murmured, surprised at how well his little brother was taking the whole thing. Almost... too well in his opinion. Amelia had been the light of his life, his love at one point. They both brought out the best in each other but perhaps it was simply a mirage to the toxicity that lay just under the surface.

She wasn’t the Amelia he fell in love with and as he came to grips with that, the idea of losing her forever felt absolutely scary to him. He tried everything to put their relationship on track but it was Amelia who refused to partake in anything.

“Hmm? Oh.. yeah. It was tolerable once I beat the shit out of him. I can’t ever believe I trusted the fucker....” Mikey leaned back on his chair as another glass of wine was placed in front of him. Yet the lump in his throat felt unmovable, rendering him breathless.

“Don’t tell me ya still wit’ her Mike. Yer deserve better than that” Raphael’s hand ached to knock some sense into the terrapin. Even if she would countlessly cheat on him, which she probably had done, all she had to do was flutter her lashes and sweet talk him. And just like that Mikey would forgive her in that second. In his eyes, Mia could do no wrong. She had Mikey on a leash but of course, he was oblivious to it all.

“You still with Kiki?” Mikey retorted, venom in his words while his eyes glared at his brother. Raphael’s frown deepened, holding his gaze. While he knew it was in the heat of the moment, he wished Mikey could see the damage Amelia was doing to him. Kiki was different only because Raph knew her past, knew that she was damaged too. How could he, of all people, leave her hanging alone?

“Children, behave. What do we do about these last few payments? I’ve talked to Xavier and he’s saying Gomez hasn’t responded to anything. It’s high time we pay a special visit, he’s got to know who exactly he’s messing with here” Donnie rolled his eyes at the quarrel and adjusted his glasses, raising them closer to his eyes. Leonardo seemed to be in deep thought for a few seconds before looking at his family again.

“If that’s the case then I want you and Mikey to check it out tomorrow. Me and Raph will deal with Beast, we all know how dramatic he likes to get when he doesn’t get his way” They all knew the last time they messed with Beast, how he threatened to take his money away and leave them bankrupt. Regardless of his filthy money, the turtles were not affected without it.

Years of investing and saving up had allowed them to live luxuriously. They had everything they ever wanted, Beast was just a liability to them. They needed him to increase potential business partners. To be able to stay at the top, they needed to associate with people at the top. If that meant doing business with idiots who couldn’t hold their ground and lacked any sense of morals and values, then so be it.

This was the mafia, after all. Nothing was pretty here.

“He’s clearly trying to inherit the property, why not just kill him altogether” Mikey pointed out, leaning back on his chair but Leo shook his head.

“Too risky. He may be a fool but he’s a smart one. He has plenty of connections with others, much powerful than the ones we have. We’ll keep him on the side but don’t turn your eyes, he will strike when least expected. Once we secure this deal, you can unleash all your anger on him. For now, we stay in his good books. However long that may be” He grimaced at the thought of the meeting they were supposed to have instead of this one. How long the turtle brothers would remain on his good side was unknown but hey, only a few more months of his bullshit and it was home run. The brothers continued to talk about upcoming events and nearing the end of the meeting, they all grabbed their belongings.

“Wait a sec, Amara’s coming here tomorrow?” Mikey read out the small note on the board and Leo nodded, finishing off his wine.

“Yes, well technically she’s visiting but we needed some help around here and she agreed to stick around for a while” She was a close friend to the turtles, meeting them after they newly escaped Splinter’s clutches. She had found them at a time when they were barely breathing and even without knowing who they were, she nursed them back to health. They all were indebted to her. Throughout the years, she went back to Italy since her father was part of their own mafia but her loyalty to the turtles never wavered.

“At least we get ta see a new face ‘round here. But goin’ back ta before, I can’t wait ta finally kill that bastard” Raphael cracked his knuckles, unbuttoning his vest. He never was one to take orders from people, he was incredibly stubborn and arrogant to take commands from someone else. He barely followed Leo’s on a good day, let alone someone who continually threatened him and his family. If it were up-to him, he would have Beast’s head on a silver platter and sent directly to his team

“All in due time brother. For now, let’s focus on getting our money back and dealing with Beast”

#tmnt mafia!turtles #tmnt mafia!leonardo #tmnt mafia!raphael #tmnt mafia!donatello #tmnt mafia!michelangelo

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Marinette: Stone Cold

Ok so i love this prompt but it took forever to get to. And as soon as I did its like suddenly I was swamped with everything. So frustrating. But I finally finished it. And I love it. @vixen-uchiha

Marinette was six-years-old when her parents died in a car crash. She had been at school when the vice principle, Mrs. Valmontes, stopped by and pulled her out of class. The little black haired girl had known something was wrong instantly as Valmontes had smiled just a little hard at her and much more gently than what she was known for.

Still, she had been really surprised to see Office Raincomprix, her classmate Sabrina’s dad, waiting for her in the principle. Marinette always thought he was really nice; always jolly and quick to lend a hand to the teacher at the end of the day if he got to class early to pick up Sabrina. However, he too, seemed rather despondent when Marinette entered the room. His partner, a rookie named Lorna, looked really sad too.

They took her down to the station where she was led to one of the back offices. Sabrina’s dad waited with her there. And then woman name Susanna LeFlont, who Marinette would later learn was a grief counselor. Then they told her.

Susanna held her as she cried and begged and called them liars, until she couldn’t cry anymore. And then they gave her a stuffed animal, and said they would try calling her relatives to pick her up.

They came back an hour later, saying they got ahold of her parents’ emergency contact…

Marinette’s Uncle Jareth Dupain.

She had frowned when they said his name because to her he had never been Jareth Dupain. No, he was always her cool Uncle Jagged. So it took her a second to remember that his real name was Jareth Dupain-Stone, her father’s younger half-brother. Marinette even briefly remember her dad mentioning having to change their emergency contact after his mom, Gina, passed away a few ago.

He was only 20 when Marinette born and he was always a budding Rockstar so he wasn’t around too much. And 6 years later he was the biggest rockstar in the world. Still, that didn’t stop him from rushing to the police station, Penny hot on his trail, and pulled his sweet niece into the biggest hug he could.

Jagged took his niece to the hotel room to get her settled and had Penny go back to the bakery to get some of her things. He didn’t think it was a smart idea to take her there yet; not when the wounds were still so fresh.

Still as the twenty-six year old Rockstar stared at the small form cuddled up to Fang, he realized for the first time that he was all Marinette had in the world; the only family she had left. The only family he had left.

So he knew, despite the lawyers taking days to contact him regarding who Marinette’s guardian would be, that it was him. Jagged was the person Tom had entrusted to protect and watch the most precious thing he had the entire world; his daughter. And he wouldn’t let his brother down.

Tom had always been the best big brother anyone could have. And when Jagged’s own father, Tom’s Stepfather (as tom’s own father had suffered a heartache when Tom was a teen), had walked out, Tom had stepped up. He showed Jagged, who was still called Jareth at the time, how to be a man. He believed in Jagged’s rockstar dream when Jagged didn’t even believe in them himself.

Jagged would do right Tom, by Sabine; he would do what they would do if the situation was reversed and they were given Jagged’s kid to care for.

He would raise Marinette as he own. And though he knew would never come close to being the father that Tom Dupain had been…

Jagged would damn well try to be.

…

Jagged Stone, Shattered Roses, Nightmare’s Hail Mary, Unmasked Dragon, True Born Rejects, and Emancipated Mirrors were some of the biggest rock band in the world. Whenever, they went on tour together, they were the epitome of what people thought Rock Stars were. They were loud. They partied all night. Groupies hung around everywhere. To them, it was paradise. When all the bands were invited to go on the Kings of Neverland tour, with Jagged Stone headlining, they expected very much the same as they were used to. Jagged always had the most Rockin tour bus. His parties were legendary. They came to expect it.

However, when Neon Savage (front man of the Shattered Roses), Austin Knight (Leader of Unmasked dragon and lead Guitarist), and Niklaus Bane (Lead vocalist of True Born Rejects) showed up with beers and all other sorts of alcohol the day before their opening concert for the tour, they came across something very unexpected.

Or rather someone.

A little Asian girl with pigtails in her Blue hair, a tiara on her head, in a rainbow tutu paired with a black too large Guns N Roses shirt, her hand on her hips, no shoes, and a rather large crocodile next to her.

“What’s with the ballerina?” Austin asked. He had dyed silver hair done in a stereotypical emo style, grey eyes, and too many piercings. He was slim and tall.

Niklaus sighed in relief, “Oh good, you see her too!” He had curly blond hair, dark brown eyes, and wore mostly black. He had ripped jeans and a red tie. The tie was as red as the whites of his looked. “Why is your hair blue?”

“Because Uncle said I could,” She answered and pointed a figure at them, “You’re not supposed to be here.”

Savage scoffed, “You got that twisted, kid.” He was a bulk guy, with long dark hair, and a severe expression on his face. His arms were covered in tattoos. He played in a metal band, and it was obvious. “Where’s your mommy?”

“Dead,” The little girl said bluntly. “I live with my Uncle Jagged now. This his tour bus, and you’re not supposed to be here.” She glared at them. “Fang, Stranger Danger!”

What happened next was a bit of a blur. One minute they were fine, the next they were being chased around Jagged’s tour bus by a rather vicious crocodile while pint-sized twerp laughed.

Lucky for them, their yells for help were overheard by Penny and Jagged who had been working in back, “What’s going on?” Penny asked as she ran in.

“Mates, what the h. e. double hockey sticks is going on?” Jagged asked right on his assistant’s tail.

Austin, who had jumped on top one of the shelves, gave Jagged a confused look, “Better question; what the hell did you just say?”

“Ooohhhh! There’s five bucks for the swear jar!” The little girl taunted.

Jagged glared at rockstar, “Watch it! A Kid’s in the room!”

Savage glared at his longtime friend, “Who the fuck do you think set Fang on us?!” He cast a dark look at the crocodile. “Stranger danger my ass! I’ve known you sent you hatched, you overgrown cheap pair of boots.”

“That’s ten buck for the swear jar!” The girl said.

“Ten bucks?” Austin frowned. “Kinda of steep for just two swear words.”

“I swear to God-” Savage growled but was cut off.

“Chill, mate,” Jagged said. “This is my niece Marinette.” He gave her a loving smile. She beamed up at him brightly. He had been taking care of her for a year now. “I told ya about her.”

“You didn’t say she was Satan!” Austin whined. Fang had bitten him, the slowest of the three, quite a lot, and he had a giant hole in his jacket.

“I’m not Satan,” Marinette huffed. “I’m a ballerina, princess, Rockstar on my way to a tea party with Duchess Rosy Sparkles, of the Unicorn Fairies. And guess what, you’re not invited!”

“Oh that’s just mean,” Niklaus complained.

“She sicked a mini dinosaur on us,” Savaged hissed.

“Yeah, well, now she hurt my feelings.”

Jagged sighed. The guys were some of his closest friends, and by the look up the “entertainment” they brought, they were ready to raze it up like always. But things had changed. Jagged couldn’t be that guy anymore. “Marinette’s staying with me from now on,” He reminded them. “No parties on the tour. She has a bedtime. And doesn’t need to see “us” at our finest, no matter how Rockin we are.” Jagged shrugged. “Spread the world, my bus is off limits.”

The rock stars grumbled a bit but didn’t leave. They could hang with Jagged without presence of booze, weed, loud music, and groupies. It would be a little weird but they’d managed. Jagged was their friend; they’d known him before any of them became famous and stayed close well after. They hadn’t been there for him as much as they wanted to after Tom died; too many commitments, too many required appearances in different countries that had taken them away. But they were there now. And if being there for one of their best friends meant regularly chilling with a six-year-old, then they’d deal.

Savage grunted, “Austin, get rid of the booze.”

“By ‘get rid of’, I assume you meant put back in my tour bus,” The silver haired guitarist corrected.

Niklaus raised his hand like he was a student in class, “I get the whole no alcohol thing; that stuff will kill ya. But what your feelings on pot?”

Jagged just sighed. It was going to be a long summer.

The three musician, and even the other Rockers on tour, slowly but surely got used to the seemingly near constant presence of a six-year-old around Jagged or running around backstage. And the swear jar was a serious thing. It didn’t count when they were singing on stage but off it and anywhere near Marinette and they found themselves forking over five dollars for ever swear word. It added up a lot. And quickly.

Jagged’s tour bus, instead of being the Party palace it used to be, now was the chill zone. It was also the cleanest of all the tour buses. No empty beer bottles everywhere. No one random passed out anywhere. No having to watch out for throw up. No rabid fans, as Jagged had increased his security to Tony Stark worthy levels.

All they had to do was mind their manners and remember that Marinette was very impressionable at her age.

“OH screw you!!!!!!” Savage roared as he jumped up and frantically mashed buttons on his controller. “I’m not losing!”

They had been babysitting Marinette all day while Jagged did an interview Buzzfeed.

Austin snickered, “Says you.” His character raced past Savage’s. Only for something to hit him and send poor little Yoshi spinning out of control. “Did you- did you just blue shell me, bitch?” He hissed at Niklaus.

“Nooo!” Niklaus said sarcastically. “Hey!!! Not nice, brat!” He told Marinette after a banana caused him to slip off the ice.

Marinette smiled easily, but there was a determined look in her eyes. Her hair was jelled into a faux-hawk courtesy of Ashley Crimson, from lead singer for Emancipated Mirrors, an all-girl punk rock band.

“Die, scumbag!” Ashley roared as her racer zoomed by. She was a vivacious redhead. Her and her bandmates got used to being some of the only girls around that weren’t either working for one of the rock stars or were scantily clad fangirls who do “anything” to get backstage.

“You’re going down, twerp!” Savage told Marinette.

“Bite me!” She snapped back just as Jagged and Penny walked into the tour bus.

Jagged crossed his arms, “What did you morons do to my sweet little niece?”

“Nothing!” Niklaus, Ashley, Savage, and Austin chimed together.

“Savage taught me to throw a punch, and or kill a man.” Marinette smiled happily. “I helped Austin set up a glitter bomb in Nightmare’s Hail Mary tour bus. Niklaus and I are banned from Chuckie Cheese. Ashley and I spray painted her ex boyfriend’s car. Cleo and I got arrested. We disturbed the peace!!” Cleo was a pink haired girl who played drummer from Nightmare’s Hail Mary. She had to rush off for her own interview. “Oh and we’ve only been Playing Mario kart for an hour but they each owe like a hundred bucks to the swear jar.”

There was silence as the words were processed.

“And not one of us taught her how to keep a freaking secret?” Ashley face palmed.

Jagged just sighed.

…

For the next few years that was Marinette’s life. Austin, Niklaus, Savage and Ashley became pseudo Uncles and Aunt to Marinette.

She spent most of her childhood on tour with her Uncle; going from to place, concert after concert. Marinette was homeschooled and didn’t mind it. Jagged went on tour with a bunch of different people over the years and she got to meet all sorts musicians; Clara Nightingale, Ed Sheeran, Adam Levine, Brendon Urie from Panic! At the Disco, Taylor Swift. Her favorite were the award shows though. Through them, she got to meet all her favorite actors. And was inspired to start designing on her own clothes after seeing so many fabulous looks. She got to model and do some acting. In her free time, she ran a very popular fashion blog/youtube channel.

The press had always loved her. To them, she was Marinette Stone (Jagged didn’t want her real name released to the media). She was always on the best dressed list, frequently seen with various celebrities, and could be found on the cover of various magazine.

However, when Marinette was eleven, she begged her Uncle to let her go to school with other kids. She was getting older and she wanted to have some type of normal childhood. It took him a year to agree. Her uncle Jagged had become quite protective over the years.

So Marinette went back to Paris. She cut her hair, used her given name of Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Her Uncle bought a grand penthouse not too far away from her new school, and whenever he was gone her bodyguard, a sweet woman named Harlow who was former CIA, was in charge of her. She started at her new school with a smile on her face.

Not long after, she became the hero Ladybug.

Everything was great. She had friends, a normal social life, went to school with other kids her age. She wasn’t constantly being followed around by paparazzi. She still ran her fashion blog and had frequently updates. It was perfect.

It took two years for it to go bust.

The reason’s name was Lila Rossi.

And she was the biggest liar Marinette had ever met. And Marinette had grown up in the entertainment industry.

Lila made wild claims that the other kids just ate up. A simple google search could refute all of them. The ones Marinette could stand was always about Jagged. Like her Uncle, or an airline, would be reckless enough to let a kid race on to an airport to save a cat; not that Jagged had ever own one. Fang was territorial.

Lila made her out to be a bully, and slowly Marinette lost all her friends. Her only one left was Adrien, her partner Chat Noir. The blond and Marinette had modeled together a few times and he had recognized Marinette despite her new looked but he kept it a secret. Because of their history, Marinette developed a crush on the other and Adrien was quick to lose his crush on Ladybug once he found out it was his dear friend behind the mask.

When Marinette was exiled to the back, Adrien was quick to join her (much to Lila’s fury) and nothing could change his mind. Mostly because he was sick of Lila always touching him despite his vocal protests, and Bustier not doing anything about it.

Soon Marinette things started being messed up or destroyed; her homework, her sketchbooks and pencils, her jacket. She was tripped and called rude names. Her cellphone, (Well one of her phones. She had two; one she used as Marinette Stone. One for Marinette Dupain-Cheng; a number only her classmates had.) was filled with mean texts.

Bustier caved to demands and had her excluded from class trips and events due to being a negative influence; again Adrien decided not to go either, and Lila was Akumatized once he said this. Marinette hadn’t been surprised. Bustier always ignored the bullying and harassment clearly happening in front of her. Still, Marinette decided to start recording her classes a hidden camera on her desk, on the corner of the celling and even on top of the whiteboard behind Bustier. It was just in case anything took a serious turn.

Still losing all her friends because of a few promises and dreams of glitz and glamour had been a wakeup call. Her Uncle had warned her. Her Aunt Penny, who Jagged had married with Marinette was ten, had warned her. So did Savage, Ashley, Cleo, Austin, Clara, and Niklaus. They told Marinette to watch out for fake friends and gold diggers, coattail clingers and desperate wannabes; people who would sell out every secret she had to the paparazzi behind her back just for five minutes in the spot light. So called friends who would do anything to get ahead, to get famous.

And it was clear that’s who most of her ex-friends were. Even Lila learned the hard way. When she told Alya about her mom meeting with some important celebrity about their Go Green initiative, this wasn’t a lie as it would turn out. However, the glasses-wearing girl posted it online, despite Lila legitimately asking her to keep it a secret. Lila got in big trouble with her mom apparently.

The teacher, Bustier, was awful but she always had been. Marinette ignored it in the past because at least she had her friends. But if that witch told Marinette to be a better example one more time, it was over.

Everything came to a head after Marinette got expelled, granted she was brought back after evidence that it was impossible for her to have cheated surfaced, and the bluenette decided enough was enough. She finally gave in and told her Uncle everything.

Jagged was pissed. He cursed up a storm; enough to fill the swear jar ten times over and buy Marinette a car.

It took a while to get him to calm down. And to convince him that Marinette could handle it. She had a plan.

Still, she remembered that Uncle was a wild card.

Friday, during lunch, Marinette was eating in the cafeteria, when suddenly the lunchroom doors burst open, “Marinette,” Jagged called as he entered, trailed by a happy Penny and bodyguards “Where’s my favorite little fashion designer?”

Marinette just sighed.

Adrien smirked at her; looking way too amused. The jerk must’ve known. She had thought it was strange that he wanted to eat in the cafeteria. The two rarely ate on the school grounds, opting and preferring to go to local restaurants rather than deal with terrible food and pesky classmates. Still Marinette didn’t mind as long as they away from her classmates. And they did.

Kagami, Aurore, and Claude gave her perplexed looks.

The students in the cafeteria went wild. Girls and guys screamed, and tried to get pictures. Jagged ignored them and went straight to Marinette’s table, walking passed where Bustier’s student at lunch. Alya shook Lila’s shoulder and pointed at Jagged, and loudly asked if Lila could get her an interview. Lila looked horrified.

Jagged beamed when he reached Marinette, “There you are, you’ve been ignoring my texts,” He accused. Which to be fair, Marinette had been. Her Uncle had been coming up with way too many revenge plots to be healthy. “I decided I need a new look for the VMAs; something rockin, something tasteful, something to show remind the world the amazingness that the Rock Gods have blessed them with.”

“I’m at school,” Marinette told him.

He smirked, “Then Learn to answer a text,” The Rock star shrugged. “But fine; we can talk later. How about at my concert, yeah. You and your friends” he motioned to the kids at Marinette’s table, “Can have backstage passes. We’ll talk then. But I really want you to wow me. Maybe get a matching hat for Fang too.”

“Fang?” Adrien asked innocently. Still Marinette could practically hear see the script he was reading off of. “Is that your cat?”

Jagged gasped as if insulted, “Cat? Do you think I’d ever own anything as ordinary as a cat? Me? Jagged Stone?! I should be insulted, mate. I hate cats, always have. Never owned one, never will. Fang’s a crocodile. Marinette’s knows. Fang loves her.”

“That is strange,” Kagami shot Marinette a smirk which caused Marinette to nearly hiss at the betrayal. Kagami knew too?! “Lila said you did.”

“Lila?” Jagged asked. “Who’s Lila? I don’t know a Lila.”

“Lila Rossi?” Aurore offered. “The Ladyblog practically swears in an interview that Lila Rossi saved your cat from being hit by a plane or something.”

Jagged scoffed, “What a loud of bull! Any journalist that believes that is not worth the pen they write with.” Gasps were heard. “But I heard that rumor. Didn’t know where it was from. Thanks for letting me know who I should sue. This Ladyblog and Lila Rossi will be hearing from my lawyers.”

It was a photo finish as to who fainted first; Alya or Lila.

Lila went home right after that. This caused the reactions of the class to be split. Half the class still defended Lila; refusing to believe their golden ticket was lying. The other half was ready to burn her at the stake; they had carried her books, done her homework, wrote her notes, nearly everything for her.

Marinette just sat back and watched with amused eyes. If they thought this was bad, they hadn’t seen anything yet.

That weekend Marinette Stone released a video on her blog about bullying. She had been mentioning her own trouble with bullying for months and people had asked her for more information.

The title of the video was:

Bullying Stone: The Expose

In it Marinette revealed that at her school she went by Marinette Dupain-Cheng, her real name, and had a new look. She told about how much she liked school at first. And they what changed; that it all started when a new girl arrived and started telling lies about celebrities about Marinette. She told the story of how she was expelled; and just how many procedures were broken when it happened.

Marinette used the recordings she had of class, and even showed up the horrible texts she got.

“As you can see the teacher does nothing,” Marinette frowned. “It’s all happening right in front of her and she does nothing. In the next video, you’ll see someone being sexually harassed, in front of the teacher and she doing nothing about it. And then what victim blaming looks like. Again, as a reminder, all these videos and pictures are unedited.” She had offered to blur Adrien’s face but he declined, and even appeared in the video too and talked about his own experience.

At the end of the video, Marinette looked straight at the camera, “Anyone can be bullied; famous or otherwise. If you’re being bullied; speak up. Tell your parents, your Aunts, your Uncles, your siblings, your cousins, teachers who you know will actually do something about it. I waited too long to tell someone. I regret that. They thought what they were doing was hurting me. They thought I’d be miserable without them. They thought I’d cry and break and come crawling back to them. They thought wrong. You can bully Stone but it takes a hell of a lot more than that to break it.”

The video went viral in an hour. And people were angry. The people who knew Marinette and loved her were beyond furious. Jagged, even more so, as he hadn’t seen the videos before, read the texts.

Marinette Stone’s phone blew up with texts and calls. She was tweeted and retweeted thousands of times. And she got far too many, ‘You want me to kick their asses for you. I can kick their asses for you,” texts. But she had known she’d get them.

The Ladyblog was ripped for lies by celebrities who been lied about on site and fans.

Gabriel Agreste, Adrien told her, was pissed about what had been happening to Adrien, in front of a teacher no less. Lila Rossi fired. And if Lila ever had dreams about working in the fashion industry, they were over.

Savage, after berating her for not kicking Lila’s ass, told her he and the gang (Austin, Cleo, Ashley, and And Niklaus) was coming over for some Mario Kart and artery clogging fast food.

When the call disconnect, Marinette got a text from him.

Why did you sic Fang on them?

And that’s a five for the swear jar!

Marinette couldn’t stop laughing.

#ml salt #ml fic #ml salt fic #marinette dupain cheng #Marinette deserves better #adrien deserves better #adrien agreste #alya salt #class salt

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MDZS fics i treasure (3)

parts 1, 2

Bet Your Heart by Vamillepudding

[general, lan wangji/wei wuxian, 14k, completed]

wwx decides to seduce lxc during his stay in gusu. spoiler alert, he seduces the wrong brother. this one definitely made it into my favourite humour fics, it’s lighthearted with the usual mutual pining and some hurt/comfort with an ALMOST bed sharing (you’ll see what i mean). the line that got me cackling over this was “i’ve taken a vow of abstinence”, ugh this fic is just so cute

cloudy autumn heaps the sky by anatheme

[teen and up, lan wangji/wei wuxian, 23k, completed]

DRAGON LWJ AND FOX WWX. GEGE WWX. SCREAMS. oh my god i just read this today and i am in love. this one veers towards fantasy, but the world building isn’t as different as the one in mdzs, there’s just some little additions and they’re well integrated. their first meeting is on the cloud recesses rooftop and they still have a sword fight i’m crying. ugh just strangers to friends to lovers gege wwx and didi lwj, with wwx spoiling lwj, lots of bed sharing and hints of arranged marriage? this baby’s got it all. GO READ.

Covered in Bees by ScarlettStorm

[teen and up, lan wangji/wei wuxian, 8k, completed]

modern beekeeping wangxian au. yes you read that right. bees. THIS IS SO ADORABLE AND FLUFFY, i love meet-cute fics so much and this one’s a fresh take on it. it’s just wwx being cute with all his questions about the bees and lwj indulging him. lots of flirting with bee puns and facts, i really enjoyed this !!

How a Pediatrician Likes His Eggs by yeolinski

[mature, lan wangji/wei wuxian, 7k, completed]

modern wangxian and their hospital shenanigans. i absolutely adore this, it’s so fluffy and the meet-ugly is one of a kind: pediatrician lwj keeps parking his car in head of surgical team wwx’s spot for three weeks and wwx is over it and keys lwj’s car. my favourite part is lwj keeping wwx’s a** p****** (READ THE FIC TO FIGURE OUT THE ASTERISKS)

Lynchpin by @shanastoryteller

[not rated, lan wangji/wei wuxian, 103k, completed]

reader, i am going to marry this fic. this is definitely my favourite time travel fix it fic. IT IS AMAZING. this is written in jiang cheng’s pov and i find that it addresses a lot of our what-ifs: “what if jc knew wwx gave him his core?”, “what if jc and yanli were more assertive towards protecting wwx during the sunshot campaign?”, “what if wangxian realized their feelings earlier?” this fic is an honest to god GEM, it’s just jiang cheng fixing everything through the power of brotherly love and i am sobbing because guys, the three of them really did stay together. just do yourself a favour and read it, also, nie mingjue is everyone’s da-ge confirmed

Children of the River by Achromos

[mature, lan xichen/jiang wanyin, 83k, completed]

xicheng is one of my favourite side ships and this fic is such a slow burn, i highly recommend it ! xichen emerges from seclusion and finds out yunmeng jiang is no longer one of the four greatest sects so xichen decides to help jiang cheng to distract himself from his grief. the found family feels is so good in this one and i find that there’s not enough lan xichen healing fics so i was happy to discover this one

It’s easier to let me go (let me hold you) by Iamthedarkoverlord

[mature, lan xichen/jiang wanyin, lan wangji/wei wuxian, 24k, complete]

this one is so, so heavy. like make you cry heavy and also lots of hurt/comfort. this fic is jiang cheng focused and deals with suicidal thoughts, there is a *suicide attempt* so please be careful reading this. my thoughts? jiang cheng needs to be wrapped in blankets and hugged very, very tightly. the ending is also very hopeful but i guarantee that the other chapters will make you sob

no certainty of doors between us by betts

[teen and up, lan wangji/wei wuxian, 6k, completed]

wangxian are roommates, lwj thinks he despises wwx, keyword: thinks (he’s in love with him but we already know that). i’m such a sucker for roommates fic i will devour any fic with this trope oh and add in some clothes sharing, bed sharing, one-sided enemies to lovers (from lwj’s pov), and lots of hugging... well, i’m sold. also that one scene where lwj’s trying to ask wwx what’s wrong oh my god i love it so much i can relate so hard and when lwj buys chili oil for wwx *sigh* domesticity at its finest

Oh, The Weather Outside is Frightful by feenwitch

[explicit, lan wangji/wei wuxian, 21k, completed]

because it’s winter, i present to you, snowboarders wangxian !!! of course, it’s enemies to lovers i mean what did you expect from me? this centers around coaches wangxian getting together while herding the juniors around in the snow and you can’t forget the classic *drum roll* getting stuck together in a cabin and it’s so cold that they just have to huddle together for warmth, also olympic winner lwj ! i always find myself re-reading this one, it’s so fluffy

paint smears on sunny days by SnowshadowAO3

[explicit, lan wangji/wei wuxian, 53k, completed]

MODERN SINGLE DAD LWJ WITH ART TEACHER WWX? I AM SOLD. or in which dadji accidentally co-parents with a-yuan’s art teacher. the result is me melting, this is the softest thing ever, even the way they pine in this one is the softest. wwx paints lwj + a-yuan a bunny picture, lwj composes wangxian for wwx, there’s also some making out in an art gallery. if you’re looking for a comfort fic, this would be the perfect one

the recluse at the end of the moonlit path by b_ofdale

[teen and up, lan wangji/wei wuxian, 28k, completed]

what if wwx dies of old age after post-canon and gets reincarnated in the modern world? you get this fic. immortal lwj just waiting for his lover to return after all of these years... give me the tissues already damn. also photographer wwx hello? and lwj builds him a dark room? LWJ IS ALWAYS BESOTTED NO MATTER THE TIMELINE.

#wangxian #mo dao zu shi #mdzs fic rec #fic rec #lan wangji #wei wuxian #lan wangji/wei wuxian #jiang cheng #lan xichen #xicheng

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New Releases

A whole slew of books coming out this week, many we've been looking forward to for a while. I can't wait to add some of these to my TBR pile.

Perfectly Parvin (Perfectly Parvin #1) by Olivia Abtahi G.P. Putnam’s Sons Books for Young Readers

Parvin has just had her heart broken when she meets the cutest boy at her new high school, Matty Fumero–with an emphasis on fumero, because he might be the smoking hot cure to all of her boy troubles. If Parvin can get Matty to ask her to homecoming, she’s positive it will erase all the awful and embarrassing feelings He Who Will Not Be Named left her with after the summer. The only problem is Matty is definitely too cool for bassoon-playing, frizzy-haired, Cheeto-eating Parvin. Since being herself has not worked for her in the past (see aforementioned relationship), she decides that to be the girl who finally gets the guy, she should start acting like the women in her favorite rom-coms. Those girls aren’t loud, they certainly don’t cackle when they laugh, and they smile much more than they talk. Easy enough, right?

But as Parvin struggles through her parent-mandated Farsi lessons on the weekends, a budding friendship with a boy she can’t help but be her unfiltered self with, and dealing with the ramifications of the Muslim Ban on her family in Iran, she realizes that being herself might just be the perfect thing after all.

The Marvelous Mirza Girls by Sheba Karim Quill Tree Books

To cure her post–senior year slump, made worse by the loss of her aunt Sonia, Noreen is ready to follow her mom on a gap year trip to New Delhi, hoping India can lessen her grief and bring her voice back.

In the world’s most polluted city, Noreen soon meets kind, handsome Kabir, who introduces her to the wonders of this magical, complicated place. With Kabir’s help—plus Bollywood celebrities, fourteenth-century ruins, karaoke parties, and Sufi saints—Noreen begins to rediscover her joyful voice.

But when a family scandal erupts, Noreen and Kabir must face complicated questions in their own relationship: What does it mean to truly stand by someone—and what are the boundaries of love?

Check out Crystal's Review: The Marvelous Mirza Girls

Made in Korea by Sarah Suk Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers

There’s nothing Valerie Kwon loves more than making a good sale. Together with her cousin Charlie, they run V&C K-BEAUTY, their school’s most successful student-run enterprise. With each sale, Valerie gets closer to taking her beloved and adventurous halmeoni to her dream city, Paris.

Enter the new kid in class, Wes Jung, who is determined to pursue music after graduation despite his parents’ major disapproval. When his classmates clamor to buy the K-pop branded beauty products his mom gave him to “make new friends,” he sees an opportunity—one that may be the key to help him pay for the music school tuition he knows his parents won’t cover…

What he doesn’t realize, though, is that he is now V&C K-BEAUTY’s biggest competitor.

Stakes are high as Valerie and Wes try to outsell each other, make the most money, and take the throne for the best business in school—all while trying to resist the undeniable spark that’s crackling between them. From hiring spies to all-or-nothing bets, the competition is much more than either of them bargained for.

But one thing is clear: only one Korean business can come out on top.

Tokyo Ever After by Emiko Jean Flatiron Books

Izumi Tanaka has never really felt like she fit in—it isn’t easy being Japanese American in her small, mostly white, northern California town. Raised by a single mother, it’s always been Izumi—or Izzy, because “It’s easier this way”—and her mom against the world. But then Izzy discovers a clue to her previously unknown father’s identity…and he’s none other than the Crown Prince of Japan. Which means outspoken, irreverent Izzy is literally a princess.

In a whirlwind, Izzy travels to Japan to meet the father she never knew and discover the country she always dreamed of. But being a princess isn’t all ball gowns and tiaras. There are conniving cousins, a hungry press, a scowling but handsome bodyguard who just might be her soulmate, and thousands of years of tradition and customs to learn practically overnight.

Izzy soon finds herself caught between worlds, and between versions of herself—back home, she was never “American” enough, and in Japan, she must prove she’s “Japanese” enough. Will Izumi crumble under the weight of the crown, or will she live out her fairytale, happily ever after?

On the Hook by Francisco X. Stork Scholastic Press

Hector has always minded his own business, working hard to make his way to a better life someday. He’s the chess team champion, helps the family with his job at the grocery, and teaches his little sister to shoot hoops overhand.

Until Joey singles him out. Joey, whose older brother, Chavo, is head of the Discípulos gang, tells Hector that he’s going to kill him: maybe not today, or tomorrow, but someday. And Hector, frozen with fear, does nothing. From that day forward, Hector’s death is hanging over his head every time he leaves the house. He tries to fade into the shadows – to drop off Joey’s radar – to become no one.

But when a fight between Chavo and Hector’s brother Fili escalates, Hector is left with no choice but to take a stand.

The violent confrontation will take Hector places he never expected, including a reform school where he has to live side-by-side with his enemy, Joey. It’s up to Hector to choose whether he’s going to lose himself to revenge or get back to the hard work of living.

Enduring Freedom by Jawad Arash & Trent Reedy Algonquin Young Readers

On September 11, 2001, the lives of two boys on opposite sides of the world are changed in an instant.

Baheer, a studious Afghan teen, sees his family’s life turned upside down when they lose their livelihood as war rocks the country.

A world away, Joe, a young American army private, has to put aside his dreams of becoming a journalist when he’s shipped out to Afghanistan.

When Joe’s unit arrives in Baheer’s town, Baheer is wary of the Americans, but sees an opportunity: Not only can he practice his English with the soldiers, his family can make money delivering their supplies. At first, Joe doesn’t trust Baheer, or any of the locals, but Baheer keeps showing up. As Joe and Baheer get to know each other, to see each other as individuals, they realize they have a lot more in common than they ever could have realized. But can they get past the deep differences in their lives and beliefs to become true friends and allies?

Off the Record by Camryn Garrett Knopf Books for Young Readers

Ever since seventeen-year-old Josie Wright can remember, writing has been her identity, the thing that grounds her when everything else is a garbage fire. So when she wins a contest to write a celebrity profile for Deep Focus magazine, she’s equal parts excited and scared, but also ready. She’s got this.

Soon Josie is jetting off on a multi-city tour, rubbing elbows with sparkly celebrities, frenetic handlers, stone-faced producers, and eccentric stylists. She even finds herself catching feelings for the subject of her profile, dazzling young newcomer Marius Canet. Josie’s world is expanding so rapidly, she doesn’t know whether she’s flying or falling. But when a young actress lets her in on a terrible secret, the answer is clear: she’s in over her head.

One woman’s account leads to another and another. Josie wants to expose the man responsible, but she’s reluctant to speak up, unsure if this is her story to tell. What if she lets down the women who have entrusted her with their stories? What if this ends her writing career before it even begins? There are so many reasons not to go ahead, but if Josie doesn’t step up, who will?

#new releases #weneeddiversebooks

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moonlight-breeze-44 · 4 years ago

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Em’s Febuwhump 2021 Masterlist

Hey, guys! So, as some of you may know, I participated in Febuwhump this year! I didn’t manage to complete all 28 days, but I did complete 21. I worked with multiple fandoms, but mainly Shadowhunters and Leverage. All pairings, fandoms, ratings, and warnings will be noted. <3 With that, let’s get on to the masterlist!

Em’s Febuwhump 2021

Alex is in a coma. The only way to save her life is to let Lena Luthor give her an experimental drug that's never been tested on humans before. Maggie is less than happy with this, but the younger Danvers sister assures her that she has nothing to be worried about.

After they break up over the Soul Sword, Alec sends Magnus a voicemail suicide note. Luckily, Magnus is there to make sure he doesn't follow through with it.

After he and Parker wind up in adjacent prison cells, Eliot realises that he's been wasting precious time and makes a promise to himself. And, though they don't know it yet, it's a promise to Parker and Hardison, as well.

After a Circle member doses Alec with a truth serum, a few shocking revelations come to light and Alec realises that he & his siblings, blood-related or not, have a bond that can never be broken.

After Max's death, Alec retreats to a nearby hill and prays to the Angel to bring his brother back. Magnus makes sure he understands that he doesn't need to hide how he feels, and that he's never alone as long as Magnus is around.

Alec finds an ally in Raphael while walking the city one sleepless night.

After the shootout with Moreau's goons in the warehouse, Eliot has a hard time dealing with the fallout. Parker is there to help.

While they're doing surveillance for a con, Parker thinks about Eliot & Hardison, and she comes to the conclusion that they are her home.

When Alec and Jace are being held hostage and tortured by the Circle, they receive help from two unlikely sources.

Alec usually likes silence. He never has all that much to say, anyway. But sometimes silence can be stifling. Sometimes silence is laden with secrets and ghosts that haunt him no matter what he does, and sometimes silence means not that he doesn't have anything to say, but that he's too trapped to know the right words.

After the events of The Carnival Job, Hardison & Parker talk to Eliot about kids, and it leads to something Eliot never would have expected.

After a hard day, Alec goes home to Magnus and they have a much-needed talk about Alec's self-harm.

It’s been a rough week. Alec is dealing. But when things go a little too far, he needs some support from a trusted friend.

Eliot is learning how to ask for help. It’s hard, but luckily, Parker and Hardison are great teachers.

Sometimes the dark is a little too dark, and everyone needs a hand to hold in order to make it through the night.

Or, 5 times the OT3 shared a bed.

Alec is in charge of a mission that goes wrong, and Jace inadvertently makes the situation worse. Alec just wants to be normal, but he's not and he never has been.

Eliot gets injured on the job and needs stitches. He trusts Parker more than he trusts any doctor, but Parker isn't so sure he should.

Some wounds take time to heal, but luckily for Hardison, out of old wounds sometimes come new beginnings.

Or, I tried to write an angsty post-The Grave Danger Job fic, and it somehow turned into the OT3 getting together.

Alec is working late one night when he really should be sleeping, but luckily, he has a parabatai who’s anxious to get Alec home to Magnus so he can go home to his own partners.

After a rather impulsive stint with Hardison's new time travel machine, Parker, Eliot, and Hardison find themselves trapped in an underground prison, courtesy of Eliot's old friends. Eliot feels responsible, but Hardison is there to make sure he knows he's not.

Eliot is being held and tortured by a man with a personal vendetta against him, and the stakes increase tenfold when Parker and Hardison are captured, as well.

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I hope you enjoy these, and thank you so much for reading! <3

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wsgeon · 3 years ago

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hey everyone! ummm this is peyton (also the mun of lee hyeon) taking a second shot at a second character — i have a lot of muse for this one, so i swear he’ll be around for a while… 🥵 this is ryu geon, yes his name rhymes with hyeon’s & no i do not care ♥️ he’s the lead guitarist/vocalist of meta and also the son of a former nobody rockstar, but i’ll get into all that below! like this post if you’d like for me to come into your ims to plot, click the read more for more info on geon, and/or click here to be taken to his pages: CAREER, DOSSIER, PINTEREST.

HISTORY.

born in autumn ‘97 to a “budding rockstar” (translation: “no yeah i swear our band’s really starting to take off, we sold twenty-three tickets to our last show!”) & a woman with commitment issues ♥️ geon’s dad always told him that his mom left because she had some dire matters that needed to be taken care of and SWORE that she cried the last time she held her dear baby boy, but all of his dad’s bandmates say that she was just some groupie and had to be persuaded into carrying her child to term… who can say for sure?

naturally, there are no pictures of this mystery woman. there was one (1) of her holding infant geon, but then he found out that that was actually a sound tech who worked for his dad’s band… and he just never corrected geon’s assumptions LOLLLL

anyway! he was always really close to his dad, considering they were a two-person family. he has a set of grandparents, an aunt and a couple cousins but they were never involved with geon’s life because his dad is the #blacksheep of the family. geon and his dad against the world, am i right?

uhhh geon was also kind of a black sheep growing up, but he didn’t really notice? he was a happy kid, very energetic and enthusiastic. a lot of adults in the area looked down on him & his dad, but he was SOOOO blind to it because his dad’s a god in his eyes and HE’S always been nice to everyone, so why would they not like him??? because his clothes smelled a little like dad’s cigarette smoke??? big deal

wasn’t troublesome (beyond talking too much), but a lot of people still expected bad things from him :/ “his father’s a dirtbag, i’ll be surprised if that boy doesn’t end up in jail by 20”, “he won’t amount to anything without a proper role model in his life”, “his dad is teaching him how to slack off”, “he won’t contribute anything to society”, etc. he kindaaa picked up on this as he got older but pretended not to because it was more rewarding to play dumb and keep being a good kid(tm) to prove them wrong

was basically a mini version of his dad. same style, similar features, birthmarks in the same places, same “live today, die tomorrow” approach in life, same affinity for singing & playing rock music. ummm he loved his dad a lot. a lot. a lot. wanted to make him proud SO BAD, started his first band when he was 15 and they sucked so bad but his dad was their biggest fan… you know how it is. a lot of people misunderstood him, but he was a very good guy and such a great parent

TW DEATH unfortunately he passed away just shy of geon’s 18th birthday and your boy still hasn’t forgiven the world for taking his dad when he was in the middle of his angsty teen phase — had he known that their time together was dwindling, he would’ve been so so so much better to him END TW

his dad’s band actually rocketed into the charts after he passed & suddenly they were getting loads of publicity, lots of “what a shame that he went under-appreciated” which pissed geon off SOOOO bad because why couldn’t they have had that energy when he was still alive? he’s still mad about it five/six years later

this is getting kinda long, so uhhh tl;dr, he ended up staying with the drummer of his dad’s band until he was old enough to live alone/READY to live alone, but he changed quite a bit. was really going through it, quit his band, stopped putting effort into school. barely graduated. went from being a social butterfly spending every weekend at a gig or with friends to spending all of his time on a pc or in front of a tv, playing console games. the internet comforted him when nobody else would/could and then he met the future members of meta <33333333 #newbeginnings

present day geon is still struggling, has to go to counseling bi-weekly but he’s coming back out of his shell! he wants to fall in love with life again, just wants to tread carefully... outgoing & will talk to absolutely anyone, but he still spends most of his time alone. hard to reach by text, so if you wanna talk to him, you better call/facetime LMAO. talks a mile a minute, especially if you get him going abt something he really likes. laughs a lot, smiles a lot, more habitual than actual signs of happiness but yk. ummm he has a really loud voice, mostly controlled nowadays but he still gets carried away sometimes. an absolute menace during long drives/flights, sorry meta.

funny but only when he’s in large groups. feeds off of other peoples’ energy, really good at reading a room and breaking the ice/making everyone comfortable, but if you meet him 1-on-1, none of his jokes land quite the same.

i envision him as being the kind of guy who carries himself in such a way that you’d assume he’s really popular/out of reach/maybe even full of himself, but he’s... not like that... at all... in fact, he’s kinda irritating when you get to know him. the personification of a flood followed by a drought and vice versa, always either too much or not enough. gets used/ghosted/dropped/dumped/whatever a lot because he’s soooo fun in the moment (if he isn’t in his feelings), but draining long-term.

really emotionally intelligent, in touch with his feelings in a way that a lot of people never thought he would be (probably thanks to counseling tbh). he’s very very rarely the type of person who will make you wonder what your place in his life is — he’s communicative, kind, honest. ummm he thinks that intimacy between friends needs to be more common, so he’s really affectionate with the people in his life. type of guy to tell you he loves you every chance he gets (calling you when he’s drunk, sounding like a clingy ex type beat) & greet you/depart with a hug. losing his dad kinda fucked him up in the way that he won’t leave/hang up until his friends say “i love you” back, gets kinda (re: very) upset if he’s denied that and/or a hug.

TRIVIA.

has been playing the guitar “longer than he’s been walking” (not really, but he swears it’s true).

uhhh he really likes nail art, but he’s kinda hesitant in what he tries? mainly sticks to black polish (or other plain colors), but sometimes he’ll get little designs added in as well. mainly does it himself because he still doesn’t feel comfortable in salons... if his work looks bad, leave him alone <3 he’s trying

inspired by people like kurt cobain, nicky wire, yungblud, billie joe armstrong & damiano david in the fact that he’s not against wearing dresses or skirts on stage. doesn’t do it ALL the time, but often enough that it doesn’t go unnoticed. some people say that he does it for attention because he doesn’t dress like that elsewhere and tbh they’re probably kinda right

interested in history (only SOME... dinosaurs, ancient civilizations, specialized areas like the history of circuses/clowns/skateboarding/punk, stuff like that yk), stand-up comedy & documentaries. could spend a whole day watching documentaries and would say he had fun, has a lot of useless knowledge that nobody gives a fuck about and is kinda dumb when it comes to things that matter

when it comes to music, he prefers playing really fast and heavy rock or punk over anything else, but he actually listens to a lot more soft indie on his own time... he’s too tense these days to be listening to anything else RIPPP

the vibe: homemade tie-dye, ripped slipknot t-shirts, frosted tips, neon crocs with alien & peace-sign charms, chipped black nail polish, calloused hands, cheesy pick-up lines used NOT to land a date but to pull a smile, driving until he’s lost, stupid socks paired with pressed suits, dramatic poetry in an iphone note, etc.

PLOT IDEAS.

people he met through online support groups about coping with grief

uhhh an on & off relationship that’s been going for who-knows-how-long. the reason for this is up for discussion, but i imagine that he hasn’t given up yet because the constant highs and lows are a good source of inspo 🤪 artists must suffer for their art!

opposite side of the coin — someone he’s interested in, but he’s NOT disloyal so it’s a pattern of persistent courting when he’s single vs intense friend-zoning when he’s not and they’re getting tired of trying to figure out what he wants from them

someone else who likes nail art & can convince him that NOBODY cares if he goes to a salon

someone (probably female but doesn’t really matter tbh) who feels like his feminism is entirely performative… maybe they attack him directly for it or maybe they just REALLY don’t like him and they’re super vague about it idk. either way, please tell him that activism is much more than recommending one female artist a year and saying “clothes have no gender 🤪” so he can be praised for the bare minimum (his heart is in the right place but his skull is empty)

someone super introverted who comes out of their shell with geon! uhhh maybe they think that he’s the one doing them a favor, but in reality spending time with them has been doing wonders for his mental health

other people who like to skate. let’s congregate at the local skatepark and scare the middle schoolers away

someone who inspires him musically, for whatever reason. lots of late nights in studios, idly strumming his guitar and writing lyrics that definitely aren’t about how their eyes look in these dim lights… umm maybe he thinks he has a crush on them but really doesn’t and ends up hurting them eventually, maybe he really DOES have a crush but will (probably) never do anything abt it or maybe it’s entirely platonic and he just admires them a ridiculous amount

someone who likes to make music as a hobby, prob won’t publish/release any of it but it’s fun to imagine. spontaneous meetings with geon in the middle of the night, recording songs together and keeping the WORST takes for the laughs. there’s probably a diss-track of them going in on each other floating around somewhere even though geon can’t rap for shit

night owls who keep him company on the phone, even if they can’t be there physically. them talking really quietly vs geon shouting at them while he plays games LMAO

gaming buddies. come over, maybe you can carry geon through his game of the week or you can both fail but have fun while you’re at it… or you can scream while he fends off that hoard of zombies behind you

i’m typing this at the last minute (literally) so i’m gonna stop here, but i will get a proper plots page put up asap with a wider variety of connections!!! but as always, please do let me know if you have any other ideas. i’m always happy to plot and write with you all 🌚

#ws:intro #frankly my characters end up a lil different from intended 90% of the time soooo take my description of his personality w a grain of salt #this intro is long and illiterate but i'll fix it at a later time

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Teen Wolf Recc List: My Top Favourite!!!

A Non-Exhaustive List Of My Most Beloved Sterek Fics

(not even the good ones made it there, just My Favourite Ones)

@isthatbloodonhisshirt @someofusarequeer @grimreaperlover11 @offeringpeoplegumisnotcooking @samslave @namelessfanficreader @yes-yo-yum @sideeffectofthedrug @maia-nebula @citrustree @thegilewhodreamswhileawake @teen-wolf-reimagined @ohhoechyasss @theanarik @she-was-the-universe16 @stilesgrumpysourwolf @obscenitied @butimtheuglytwin @alienace

NUMBER ONE IN MY HEART !!!!!

Waiting

Not wanting to think on it took much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth.

“Not too close, he bites.”

Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.

“He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton.

The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.”

“Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek.

He looked extremely displeased.

Words : 81015

Tags : Alpha Derek, Feral Derek, Magical Derek, Possessive Derek, Chosen As Yearly Sacrificed Caretaker Of The Beacon Hill Beast Stiles, Compassionate Stiles, Werewolves Are People, Respecting What And Who You Don’t Understand, Hale Line Is Connected To The Nemeton Who Is Connected To Beacon Hill, Jackson Is A Douche, Stiles Is Awesome https://archiveofourown.org/works/15503010/chapters/35989302

Number Two !!!!

Don't Savage The Messenger

There is an uneasy truce between the werewolves in the woods and the humans who live in Beacon Hills, protected by a magical boundary that gives warning any time a werewolf crosses it. Then the sheriff is taken by the werewolves and his son offers himself in exchange.

Stiles promises to serve the werewolf pack, not knowing what horrible use they might have for him. But it turns out his most useful skill is the ability to cross the boundary line between humans and werewolves. Life with the werewolves is nothing like he feared and the werewolves themselves are nothing like the hunters' stories would have him believe.

Words : 172379

Tags : Werewolf Are Known, Sort Of, They Live In Separate Territories Humans Don’t Have Access To, Cold Racial War, Discrimination, Rape Threats, Non Sexual Endenture, Emissary Stiles, Just Amazing, Alpha Peters, But He’s good At It, Big Pack

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3943051/chapters/8837323

Number Three !!!

Home

January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.

The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.

So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?

Words : 167178

Tags : Dead Sheriff, Derk and Peter are the Only Survivors of the Fire, Derek is the Alpha from the Start, Derek lives in a Mansion, Punch to the Freaking Guts, Emotionally Damaging, So Sad, Be Ready to Cry Your Heart Out, But Happy Ending, Will Leave Grief in Your Throat and Warmth in Your Heart, Masterpiece, Beautifull Fanarts, All The Feels, Very Intimate

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3195734?view_full_work=true

Number Four !!!

With or Without You

Derek thinks that the mating rituals are overly romanticized bullshit, but claiming a mate and defending them from challengers is something werewolves do, and his pack can't afford to appear weak after the fire. Especially not when Deucalion and his friends are in town for the rituals. Enter Stiles Stilinski, who offers to let Derek claim him so he won't be overrun at the ceremonies. Nothing goes as expected.

Words : 62556

Tags : Alive Laura, Alpha Laura, Cora and Peter Are Alive, Mating Games, Think Mating Run But Hunger Games Version Without The Killing Each Other, Smart Stiles, Murder Mystery, Werewolf Politics, Werewolf Are Known, Action

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1070471/chapters/2148020

Number Five !!!

Sell Your Body to the Night

"No," he repeated impatiently. "I'm not a cop. I'm someone who wants to exchange my money for your sexual services. I was told you were in that line of work."

"I, uh, yeah, sorry," Stiles said. He glanced around again and then up--the full moon was almost directly overhead. Just one of those nights, maybe. "Yeah, I am. I do that."

Words : 121553

Tags : Heartbreak, Dead Sheriff, Prostitute Stiles, Stiles Is Not A Victim, Stiles Is Not Your Pretty Woman Waiting For Richard Geer, Stiles Will Save Money Then Himself, But He Doesn’t Have To, Derek Know Who He Is, One Bad Decision Per Month, Lots Of Sex And Grief, Kinky Kinks Who Kink, Aliva Laura, Alpha Laura https://archiveofourown.org/works/2838161/chapters/6366899

There's Monsters at Home

“How did you get past the wards?” Derek had put them up, with Peter’s grudging assistance, after the Alpha pack had made themselves at home a few times too many.

The guy pulled a face. “You mean the wards a five-year-old girl with the mental ability of a goldfish could deconstruct?” He blinked wide eyes at Derek. “Gee, I don’t know. It’s bound to go down as one of life’s great mysteries.”

Derek despised him.

Words : 83600

Tags : Kind Of Five Times But Each Times Is Long, Alpha Derek, Failwolf Derek, Badass Magical Stiles, Older Stiles Than In The Show But The Others Have The Same Age

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1730159/chapters/3689288

One Dollar Yoda

Stiles is an unbonded spark, so he's been dealing with courting alphas since he was ten. It's gotten a lot worse since he turned sixteen. Some are assholes, some are nice, but Stiles hasn't wanted to spend the rest of his life bound to any of them.

When Derek Hale shows up at his school, Stiles expects him to be just another asshole alpha attempting to buy him with expensive gifts. But Derek Hale puts no effort whatsoever into his courtship gifts. Stiles ought to be offended but instead he finds it refreshing.

Words : 10578

Tags : Humour, Spark Stiles, Werewolves Are Known, Reluctant Courtship

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4797854/chapters/10980425

Darling It Is No Joke

The first thing Stiles thinks when he opens the door is that it’s not his birthday, but someone has sent him some kind of cop stripper.

Words : 13250

Tags : Stiles is a little shit, So is Derek

https://archiveofourown.org/works/399194

Lock All The Doors Behind You

He has no idea what you're supposed to say when you find one of your...werewolf acquaintances, completely out of their mind, growling like they're about to see what your insides taste like. There's no handbook for this. Stiles is thinking that if he survives he might write one.

Words : 25960

Tags : Feral Derek ; Early seasons

https://archiveofourown.org/works/522776

Stilinski's Home for Wayward Wolves

“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.”

“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly.

Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding:

DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK -- Stiles gets cranky when we scare him

Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

Words : 35197

Tags : Pack Feels ; Early seasons but No Peter

https://archiveofourown.org/works/822737

Every Step You Take

Stiles accidentally ends up magically bound to Derek. It’s super.

Words :49347

Tags : Foced Bonding, Derek and Stiles do NOT like it

https://archiveofourown.org/works/454948?view_full_work=true

All you're giving me is friction

Stiles is Alpha bait

Words : 4707

Tags : Funny, Possessive Derek, The Alpha Pack is full of Hot Young Men who Want To Steal Stiles

https://archiveofourown.org/works/522549

Fly a Little Faster

Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn't step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?

Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That's easy as pie, right? Right?

Words : 32052

Tags : Accidental Time-Travel with a dash of tragedy and a dash of humour, Peter is a Lying Liar Who Lies

https://archiveofourown.org/works/900839

Prince Among Wolves

Looking for full day/evening sitter. 2 twin boys age 4. Must have exp. w/werewolves. Must be human. No pedophiles. No teenage girls. Pay negotiable.

Words : 101 000

Tags : Werewolves Are Known, Nanny Stiles, Businessman Derk, Cold Derek at First, Derek work All the Times But For Good Reasons, Kate is the Children’s Mother, Trans Child, Derek is Middly Transphobic at First, Learning to Become a Parent, Credible Children (not impossibly developped and sassy yet don’t know how to speak english)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/538425?view_full_work=true

Electricity In the Contact

In which Derek has been invited to the Greater Pacific Northwest Alpha Symposium (that's not what it's called, Stiles, stop saying that), and showing up unattached would mean an arranged marriage. When the rest of the pack objects, he agrees to let Stiles come along to pose as his mate. Derek is reasonably sure that he's not going to make it out of this weekend alive.

Words : 27067

Tags : Scent-Marking, Fake/Pretend, Mates, Knotting, Funny

https://archiveofourown.org/works/664623/chapters/1213111

Don't Worry Baby

"You know you're allowed to ask for vanilla sex, right?" he says, afterwards. "We can do whatever you want. That's kind of the point."

Derek doesn't respond.

Words : 20276

Tags : Prostitute Stiles Turned Kept Boy, Fucked-Up Derek Who Need A Boyfriend, Porn & Feels, Knotting, Possessive Derek, Lot of Soft Feels, Good Friend Scott

https://archiveofourown.org/works/639852

Sideways and Slantways and Longways and Backways

“I called you a slave-driver!” Stiles cried hysterically. “I called you an ogre! I stole all the blue paperclips!” Derek raised an eyebrow at him. “That’s company property!” he shouted, waving his arms madly in distress. Derek ran a hand over his face. “It’s not theft if the vice president of the company gives you permission.” (Otherwise known as the Elevator AU)

Words : 7 799

Tags : Humans AU, Office AU, Funny

https://archiveofourown.org/works/570582

What I Did On My Summer Vacation

There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.

There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

Words : 118749

Tags : Sherif Moved In BH Whiles Stiles Was In College, Stiles Is Just Here For The Summer, Alive Laura, Derek Is The Alpha From The Start, The Nemeton is Connected to The Town, Near Eveyone In BH IS In The Known, The Town Is Pack, Magic, Made Of Awesome

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1881024/chapters/4052355

Five Times the Sheriff Found Derek Hale in His Son's Bedroom

There's a pattern Sheriff Stilinski just can't ignore.

Words : 3525

Tags : What the Title Said, Humour

https://archiveofourown.org/works/520371

By Any Other Name

He doesn't know his name, he doesn't know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he's on the run with. But he's pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

Words : 33090

Tags : Both Stiles And Derek Get Amnesia, They Make Assumptions About Who They Were, Action

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/BrilliantRecs/works/566258

What Fresh Twilight Bullshit Is This?

“I am not Bella!” he insisted, shaking his fist angrily at Jackson, as if he’d been the one to suggest he was. “I am not Bella! I am, like, a Jacob, at least!”

Lydia made a noise of debate from his right and he whipped around to look at her.

“What?! What was that sound?!”

“You’re more of a Mike,” she insisted, shrugging neatly and flipping some curls over her shoulder.

“Wha—” Stiles had never been so offended in his life! “I am not! No way! I am a solid Jacob!”

“Mike,” she argued.

“Who’s Mike?” Scott asked.

“Shut up, Scott!” Stiles insisted, pointing a finger at him but still glaring at Lydia.

Words : 196127

Tags : Not Crack, Serious And Real Issues With Impriting, Derek Is Seriously A Creep At First, This Is Not Cute But Scary, Alive Hale, Cop Derek, College Student Stiles, Mates, Stackson BroTP, Scott and Stiles Meet In College, Really Good, Not Twilight Level of Writing, Better

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18650299/chapters/44228674

Pack Wars

Scott liked to call it the Great Pack Divide of 2012.

Derek liked to call Scott an idiot.

(Or the one where Derek kidnaps Stiles to teach Scott a lesson, and ends up learning a few things himself)

Words : 158626

Tags : Kidnapping Taken Lightly By The Captors But Not The Kidnapee, Angst And Humour, Pack Dynamics, Learning When You Think You’re Going To Teach A Lesson

https://archiveofourown.org/works/641269/chapters/1162823

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

“Derek,” Stiles groans. “You have me. You’ve always had me, you absolute moron, how many physically impossible feats of life-saving heroics do I have to perform before you get it?”

Words : 22322

Tags : Pack-Mom Stiles, Pack Feels, Stiles And Erica Are Bro, Derek Doesn’t Know How To Do Feelings, Post Seeason 2 So Jackson Is There

https://archiveofourown.org/works/529219

Divided We Stand

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn't expect and aren't sure they approve of....

Words : 156742

Tags : Lenghty, Plotty, And It’s A Serie, If You WAnt To Be Occupied For Days Here You Are, Werewolf Are Know, Searching Ceremonies, Mate, Alive Hale, Pack Dynamics, Den Maker Stiles, Antagonisitc Talia, She Will Come Around But At The End, Sass Master Peter, Courtship, Detective Stiles, Seriously, Such A Good Serie, So Much Plot, Very Interesting

https://archiveofourown.org/works/877251/chapters/1686486

Love Runs Wild

"You've got a hickey on the back of your neck!" A Neckz 'n Throats story.

Words : 9494

Tags : For Those Who Are New To TW Fandom Or Lived Under A Rock, Neck’n Throat is An AU Fanon Porn Mag Targeted Toward Werewolf Audience, And It’s Awesome, Possessive Derek, Model Derek, Model Stiles

https://archiveofourown.org/works/771875

Mated

Stiles already had a history with skin magazines for werewolves. It wasn't like he was new at this, even if his modeling portfolio was completely pathetic. He was cool and collected. He was a jaded professional. He was not at all prepared for working with Derek Hale.

Words : 37712

Tags : Necks ‘n Throat, Model Derek, Model Stiles, Past Exploitation, Past Offscreen Torture And Rape, Kate Argent Is Her Own Warning, Jackson And Lydia And Scott and Allison And Stiles Are All Friends, Derek Is A Hale Outcast, Alive Hale, Laura Is A Good Sister But A Forcefull One, Angst And Humour, The Best Revenge Is life Lived Well, Leaping Wall Of Love

https://archiveofourown.org/works/781844?view_full_work=true

My Heart Comes Tumbling Down

"This is a casual, adult relationship based on sex, and it is awesome." In which Stiles and Derek have a great time buddyfucking until a burrito ruins it all.

Words : 5689

Tags : Assumption, Discrimination Toward Hot People, Stiles Think Being A Hot Man Makes You Automatically A Player And He’s Wrong, Stiles Discover Sex, Derek Discover Feelings Again

https://archiveofourown.org/works/781057

Love So Hard, It Could Rip My Heart Out

Stiles is seventeen, and his best friend is drifting away, and his dad isn't speaking to him, so he's going to make some bad decisions. He's seventeen and he needs bad decisions to look back on when he's thirty, and nothing is a worse decision than Derek Hale. He'll let the Big Bad Wolf in, let him press Stiles down into the couch and he'll wrap his arms around him and he'll know it's a bad choice, but it's his, and Derek is here when no one else is.

Words : 7552

Tags : Stiles Think Being A Hot Man Makes You Automatically A Player And He’s Wrong, Stiles Discover Sex, Derek Discover Feelings Again, Stilinski Family Feels, Angst But Hopefull Ending

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15387474

Single Parent, Multiple Problems

Derek tries really hard to do the right thing, Stiles thinks Derek's idea of the right thing is the wrong thing, and John does his best to help.

"Is, uh--is Stiles home?" Hale is staring at the ground and his shoulders are so tense that John's tempted to say 'Boo!' just to see what'll happen.

Words :

Tags : Developping Sterek, Parenting Is Hard, Sheriff Is An Awesome Dad, Middle Of Season 2 But Melissa And John Know About Werewolves, Consent Is Sexy, Building Trust And A Relationship Before Sex

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1161275

Derelictions of Duty

No one wants to be the bearer of bad news to someone as nice as Sheriff Stilinski -- especially when he's your boss. That's why none of his employees want to be the first one to tell him about the scandalous goings-on between his only son and the former murder suspect Derek Hale. For all of their sakes, hopefully the Sheriff will find out all on his own...

(Or, 5 times a Beacon County Sheriff's Office employee witnesses the unique relationship between Stiles and Derek but neglects to tell the Sheriff and 1 time he witnesses it for himself.)

Words : 10846

Tags : Outsider POV, Mistaken For Being In A Relationship, Humour, Sheriff Is An Awesome Dad

https://archiveofourown.org/works/576645

Scent Marking For Dummies

Stiles is almost used to being chased around the school by werewolves at this point. Having to share a bed with Derek freaking Hale, on the other hand, is just needlessly complicating his life.

Words : 8824

Tags : What The Tile Said, If Scent-Marking Is Your Kink, Go For it, Humourous Situations, Obvious Stiles

https://archiveofourown.org/works/702564

That Which You Cannot Undo

By twenty-eight, Stiles has resigned himself to a quiet life of working in his magic shop, selling Jackson Whittemore fart-inducing tea, and looking after his goddaughter. It's a good life. But the quiet goes to hell when his sister, Lydia, shows up with a crispy werewolf in her trunk and a bite mark on her shoulder, because hard on her heels comes the hottest person Stiles has ever seen, and he happens to be looking for his uncle.

You know, the dead guy Stiles helped Lydia bury last night.

(Or: the Pracitical Magic AU nobody asked for.)

Words :28182

Tags : Lydia And Stiles Friendship, Orphan Stiles, Stiles Is Adopted By Lydia’s Moms, Magic Stiles, Single Parent Stiles Of His Goddaughter, Familial Love Curse, Dead Peter, Sweet Derek

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1248274

Wolf in the House

“What? It’s totally an improvement. He’s not scowling, or dating bad guys, or slinking around in unsanitary places. Still a bit paranoid, but what can you do. At least he’s a lot easier to get along with when you can buy his affections with ear rubs.”

“And you always wanted a dog,” Sheriff added wryly.

“And I always wanted a dog.”

Words : 33481

Tags : Trauma Induced Tansformation, Actual Wolf Derek, Unable to Speak or Rationalize Derek, Derek’s POV, Stilinski Family Feels, Pack Dynamic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3992896

The Importance of Turning Around Three Times Before Lying Down

It’s like this dog has walked out of all of Stiles’ childhood dreams and into the real world just because Stiles wanted it hard enough. He is the most awesome dog ever, and he and Stiles have a bond. A deep, unbreakable bond because this animal is his soul mate, obviously. Now he just has to convince the dog of that.

Words : 31661

Tags : Alive Laura Hale, Actual Wolf Derek, Humour And Angst

https://archiveofourown.org/works/634774/chapters/1149039

Little Wild Animal

Derek Hale finds a feral human on his pack's property. Humans are supposed to be extinct. But then, Stiles is full of surprises.

Words : 61036

Tags : Extinct Humans, Feral Stiles, Kind Derek, Alive Hale, Gender Fluid Child

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3904933/chapters/8738758

Introduction to Zero-Sum Anthropology

Stiles buys Derek a set of cooking spoons. Derek retaliates with lunch.

The war begins.

Words : 19773

Tags, Humour, Post Season 3A, Gifts War

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1817704

You Don't See Straight

Stiles finds himself in a secret werewolf community to participate in a mating run. Sterek happens. Side OC's.

Words : 174981

Tags : Werewolf Community, Rape, Non Consensual Bonding, Non Consensual Mating Run, Xenophilia, Knotting, It Fuck Stiles, Derek Is Fucked Up Too, Big Paragraphs With Not A Lot Of Space, But It’s Good, Definitely Original

https://archiveofourown.org/works/441012?view_full_work=true

Crash Landers

In which Stiles learns to Stalk That Stalk. (Or, how to accidentally woo your unfriendly neighborhood alpha in roughly five hundred handwritten steps.)

Words : 31173

Tags : Stiles Leaves Derek A Fake Parking Ticket And It Kind Of Get Away From HIm, Epistolary But Not Formally So, Senior Year Of High School Post Season 2

https://archiveofourown.org/works/539061

Actions Speak Louder than Words

“I apologize.” The cop finally looked back up at his face, seeming thrilled. “It’s just—it’s been so long. And we finally have you.”

That was a bad word. Not found.

Have.

Stiles wrenched his hand free and took a step back, but before he could even think up a gameplan, he felt a prick in his neck and jerked away, reaching up to slap one hand against it and twisting in the same moment.

Words : 434619 !!!!!!!!

Tags : Supernatural Are Known, Spark Stiles, Orphan Stiles Alpha Derek, Mute Derek, Cursed Derek, Dead Sheriff, Imprisonement, Stackson Brotp, Cora And Peter Are Alive, Stress Inducing, Badass Long Fic, Longest Completed Sterek Fic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21906259/chapters/52286296

You are the Moon

Stuff Stiles doesn’t like to deal with first thing: hot, moist dog breath in his face, a cuddly werewolf creepifying his perfectly normal morning wood with shades of bestiality, and his dad holding his service revolver up against the skull of his bedmate, never mind the fact that his bedmate could possibly be a vicious unhinged rogue omega.

Words : 10055

Tags : Alive Laura, Werewolves Are Known, Derek Is Though To Be Dead, No Sense Of Personal Boundaries Derek

https://archiveofourown.org/works/515616

Then You Think Again

"Holy crap! Why the hell did you lie to incredibly powerful magical beings with trust issues? How was that Plan A?"

Derek says, "We're not arguing about this, it's already done."

"Like hell we're not fighting about this," Stiles says, indignant. "What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking it was worth the risk if it kept you alive! And it worked, so drop it."

"You had no idea that it was going to work!" Stiles throws his hands up. Why is Derek the most frustrating werewolf in the history of ever, why is Stiles even helping him, why is this his life? "Why did they even believe you in the first place?"

Derek says, "You reeked of me," which is unfair. Stiles only smelled because he'd gotten covered in Derek's bodily fluids trying to staunch the bleeding.

Words : 22552

Tags : Hags, Hags Made Them Do It, The Forced Bonding I mean

https://archiveofourown.org/works/566131

Bogarted

Alternate Title: "Dick Failwolf, Private Eye."

(Or, Derek's hit with a Film Noir curse, which forces him to narrate his own life in luridly-detailed prose.)

Words : 3126

Tags : Bottom Derek, Top Stiles, Truth Curse, Failwolf Derek, Fluff

https://archiveofourown.org/works/696371

On Building an IKEA Den for an Alpha Werewolf.

Senior Prom is coming up, and Stiles doesn't have a date. Additionally, Derek has an unfurnished apartment, and no one to take him to IKEA.

Words : 13892

Tags : Pack Mom Stiles, House Making, Failwolf Derek, Cute, Domestic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/527100/chapters/933196

The Alexandrian Solution

"I accept your body!" Stiles says hurriedly. "I accept you. Sexually."

There is a pause. Derek says, "Thanks."

Words : 5317

Tags : Knotting, Derek Didn’t Know It Was Possible, Humour, Fun Sex With Feels

https://archiveofourown.org/works/489654

Father Knows Best

Sheriff Stilinski has finally figured out the cause of the rift between them: his son's gay, and he's effectively cut that line of communication. Being the good father that he is, he tries to make sure Stiles knows that he can tell him anything, especially about Derek Hale. Their wires seem to have gotten crossed somewhere.

Words : 5984

Tags : Humour, Miscommunication, Sheriff Love His Queer Son

https://archiveofourown.org/works/574959

Things To Do On The Dates You Aren't Having

"So are we dating now or what?" Stiles asks the third time he finds himself doing the obligatory postcoital cuddling with a certain sour wolf.

Words : 5557

Tags : Humour, Stiles Bullied Derek Into Dating, Jackson in an Ahole And Lydia Is A BAMF

https://archiveofourown.org/works/406485

we can take our time

Tact and social mores are completely relegated to the back of Derek’s brain, and without thinking, he blurts out, “Did you spend your heat alone?”

Stiles’ head jerks around in surprise, and then he flushes pink and looks away. His voice comes out brusque and unfriendly. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I spend every heat alone.”

Words : 17476

Tags : Cops Stiles And Derek, A/B/O, Alpha Derek, Omega Stiles, That’s How Consent Is Done And Respected, Very Real Thoughs On What Consent Is And How It Works In An A/B/O Setting

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9965375?view_full_work=true

Come with Me and Walk the Longest Mile

"Stiles shouldn't accept rides from werewolves he meets behind abandoned convenience stores." In which the zombie apocalypse is just one of their worries.

Words : 39275

Tags : Zombie Apocalypse, Omega Stiles, Heat, Road Trip Of Survival

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2697935?view_full_work=true

Help Wanted

Nice things begin to happen to Derek Hale and it kind of freaks him out.

Words : 15593

Tags : What The Title Said, Classic Good Teen Wolf

https://archiveofourown.org/works/533677

Come Fly With Me (Or Don't)

Stiles is overworked and stressed out when his flight home gets delayed due to copious amounts of snow. He finds entertainment with one Derek Hale, whom he hasn't seen since high school but really doesn't mind getting reacquainted with.

Especially when it turns out Derek is surprisingly hilarious and will reluctantly play snap with him. And can walk on his hands.

Words : 15319

Tags : Good Old Stucked In An Airport AU Because Of The Weather, Human AU

https://archiveofourown.org/works/609537

The Chase

Derek's fourth Chase will be his last if he doesn't catch an omega this time. He's starting to doubt this whole soul-mate thing anyway, at least until someone from his past shows up and gives him the run of his life.

Words : 10435

Tags : Mating Run, Werewolf Everyone, Knotting, Alpha Derek, Omega Stiles

https://archiveofourown.org/works/848435

pretty in tents

Even though he’s making fun of it, Stiles thinks the whole thing sounds awesome and, like most stuff these days, the experience is going to be totally wasted on Scott.

Words : 7657

Tags : Fake/Pretend Relationship, Werewolf Politics/Culture, Pack Dynamic, Stiles Is Awesome

https://archiveofourown.org/works/543994

In Desperate Times

Stiles gets magic wish-granting powers, but only when he's in danger. He begins to teleport to Derek in increasingly awkward moments.

Words : 3454

Tags : What The Title Said, Awkward And funny, Those Two love Each Other Even If It Would Cut Them Up To Say So

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1391083

Whatever Works

The problem with having your soulmate's first words to you tattooed on your arm is knowing your whole life that you're fated to be with a jerk. It's enough to make Stiles want to date other people ... which is how he winds up dating his soulmate's nephew.

Words : 61929

Tags, Asexual Derek, Aromantic Peter, Sexual And Romantic Stiles, Soul Mates, Not WHat You Expected But They Make It Work, Rich Hale, Just The Kids And Peter Are Alive, Corporate Thriller, Stiles Is Awesome, Peter Is Smart, Derek Is A Sweeheart

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5943391/chapters/13665637

ADHDecaf

Stiles is 25 and runs his own coffee shop. Derek doesn't know this. Derek, a mechanic, thinks that Stiles is 17 and jail-bait.

Misunderstandings ensue.

Words : 2765

Tags : Pining, Stiles Looks Young, Idiots Crushing On Each Other

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1541012

This is Ridiculous

There's a unicorn in Beacon Hills. A fricken' unicorn. In fricken' Beacon Hills, California. And it turns out that unicorns aren't drawn towards virgins in a happy-go-lucky let-me-lay-my-not-at-all-metaphorical-horn-in-your-lap way. No. They kill them. And guess who's the only virgin idiotic enough to get sucked into the Beacon Hills supernatural scene? Stiles, that's who.

Words : 35818

Tags : What The Summary Said, Freaking Evil Unicorns, Crack Yet Not

https://archiveofourown.org/works/541020/chapters/961691

The Scientific Method

Stiles’s life was so much easier before his BFF got super powers. “But, so, werewolves have super strength, right? And super speed. And better vision, and better muscle control, and healing powers, and stuff. And some of that’s probably, like, genetic, if you can be born a werewolf. Right?”

“Yeah,” Scott says. From the perplexed look on his face, he doesn’t yet know where Stiles is going with this. “So?”

“So what if you have condom-defeating supersperm?”

Stiles has a lot of research to do. He decides Derek's kitchen is the place to do it. Derek probably regrets giving him a key.

Words : 5947

Tags : What The Summary Said, Crack Yet Not, Hilarious, Stiles Does Research

https://archiveofourown.org/works/762878

Not Quite Lost (Not Quite Found)

A year after the nogitsune is defeated, Derek is living a quiet life in the mountains above a small town in Colorado.

Then Stiles shows up.

Words : 25025

Tags : Emotional Healing, Derek Leaves Beaacon Hill After Season 3, Stiles Leaves After High School, Sad Boys But The Are Going To Get Better, Melancholy In A Beautifull Setting

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4880440

Outrun Your Ghosts

When Derek Hale arrives at the Beacon Hills Young Adult Rehabilitation Center, he plans on keeping his head down and serving the rest of his time in minimum security peace. Stiles Stilinski changes all of that.

Words : 19148

Tags : Rehab, No Werewolves, Stiles Is Still Sort Of Magic But Everyone Think He’s Mental, Derek Is Accused Of Kate’s Crimes, Everyone In Rehab, Scott And Allison Met At Anger Management Issue Anonym, Jackson Is Here Because He’s A Douche, Patient Abuse, Harris Is The Worst Everywhere

https://archiveofourown.org/works/535679

When You Stop Believing in Santa You Get Underwear

There are some salvageable things though. A virtually untouched heavy slate sign that says, engraved in an ornate script that confirms at least one person in the Hale family had a sense of humor (Stiles has a horrible suspicion it might have been Peter), When You Stop Believing in Santa You Get Underwear.

Words : 7817

Tags : Christmas Memories, Found Family, Pack Mom Stiles, The Boyd And Reyes Are Actually Include In Pack Big Gets Together, Seasonal Feels

https://archiveofourown.org/works/607336

What Goes Around

“Well,” Stiles says, “if they’re going to hunt werewolves, I’m going to hunt them.”

It’s a ridiculous statement from a ten-year-old, but he’s obviously one hundred percent sincere. For the first time since the fire, Peter feels life stir inside him, feels purpose. It’s kismet, clearly. He’ll never meet the child he would have had with Olivia. Instead he’s met this boy, this brilliant, determined, cynical child with a world of potential.

Peter kneels down in front of him so they’re at eye level. “How do you feel about doing that together?”

Words : 71451

Tags : Dead Sheriff, Dead Hale, Dark Vengeancefull Kid Stiles, Dark Vengeancefull Peter, Murder Spree, Yet Found Family, Stiles Thinks He’s Robin To Peter’s Batman, More Or Less Good Peter, No Completly Moraly Bankrupt, Still Pretty Dark, We’re Talking About Acomplice Murder At Ten Years Old, Smart Stiles And Peter, Derek Hang On For The Ride

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13560651/chapters/31118688

How far do I have to go to get to you

Stiles never knows if it's worse when Derek Hale steps out of the shadows or when he slinks back into them; either way, Stiles never expected to have this many feelings about his stupid old yellow owl shirt.

Words : 5189

Tags : Gaming, Teenagers, Derek Is Tragic But Catching Up On Late Teen Years

https://archiveofourown.org/works/509020

Fire, Fury, and Flame

Stiles Stilinski was never going to be the omega who got knocked up right after high school, and then he's accidentally artificially inseminated with a stranger's sperm. Awesome. And the father of Stiles's baby just so happens to be Derek Hale. Half-feral, quite possibly a murderer, and pursued by a gleefully sadistic band of hunters who are only too eager to use Stiles and his baby to hit Derek right where it hurts. Joy.

Words : 124597

Tags : Accidental Virginal Pregnancy, Omega Stiles, Alpha Derek Making The Best Of It, Derek Is Running From His Past, Half Feral Derek, Action, Plot, Angst Love And Badassery, Stilinski Love Each Other, Sheriff Is An Awesome Dad, So Good, Making Family, Falling In Love, Secret Werewolf Compound

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3949369?view_full_work=true

Present

When Stiles's best friend Scott presented as a werewolf, it was just the worst. It was front-page news, there were reporters outside his house asking him questions, and people at school stared and kept their distance or interrogated him mercilessly. Worst by far was that it meant Scott had to leave immediately to live with the werewolf pack in the mountains -- which no one knew anything about. Stiles couldn't even visit, so he only got to see Scott once a month when he came back to visit his mom. It sucked.

A year later, he presents too.

Words : 112399

Tags : Not Always Omega Stiles, Alpha Derek, Turned Werewolves Scott And Stiles, Werewolves Are Known, Human/Sup Segregation, Stiles Hates Derek Guts At The Start, Like Hates Him, Then Resent Him, Then Become Okay, So Slow-Burn Feels

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7946893/chapters/18168928

Like the Sun Holds the Moon

Stiles is an omega, and he's supposed to be obedient. He's supposed to mate with the stranger chosen for him and quietly disappear. He's not supposed to talk to alphas, or have sex, or fall in love. Then he meets Derek Hale. Obedience was always overrated, anyway.

Words : 118155

Tags : A/B/O Dystopia, Racism, Sexism, Omega Stiles, Alpha Derek, Omeaga Are The Lowest Of The Low But Still Too Good For Werewolf, Forbidden Love, Running Away Together, Sheriff Is A Good Father, Mpreg, Childbirth, Parenthood, Omea Rehabilitation Center, Imprisonment, Minnor Character Suicide, Short Non-Con Elements, Forced Kate/Stiles In Chapter 14, Fighting Back, Smart Stiles, So Good Derek

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5442803/chapters/12578702

Break the Lock If It Don't Fit

"Do you know what just happened?" Peter asked, frowning. "Do you know what Derek did?"

"He dislocated my shoulder," Stiles snapped, but Peter just arched an eyebrow, unimpressed by that answer.

Words :12738

Tags : Pack Dynamic, Domestic Violence, What Derek Did Was Not Romantic Sexy Or In Anyway Okay, He Apologised And Will Do Better

https://archiveofourown.org/works/504532

Theory of Overprotective Canines

Stiles is totally looking forward to living alone in his super cool apartment off-campus. He is. He is also very excited to bike to school every day, ready to set up an awesome game room, and definitely over his crush on Derek Hale. Completely over it.

Or at least he is until Derek decides he's moving in with him. And then turns out to be the perfect roommate. And then starts attending all his classes. As a wolf.

This is not going according to plan.

Words : 11798

Tags : What The Summary Said, Idiots In Love, Mutual Pining, Actual Wolf Derek, Smart Derek, Possessive Derek, Obvious Stiles, Succesfull Cohabitation Come From Compromise

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4613304

A Simple Life

Derek plans to spend the rest of his life holed up in the woods after Laura dies. Then he meets a stubborn young fox, and the stubborn young fox meets an urn of Deaton's magic powder, and his plans change.

Words :13763

Tags : Actual wolf Derek, Fox Stiles, Not A Werefox But A True Fox, Magical Powder Thanks To Deaton

https://archiveofourown.org/works/749767?view_full_work=true

A Very Special Mention For A Technically Steter Fic But It’s WIP And SUPER Long So We’re Not There Yet

Consider it Gen !!!

It’s Awesome ! Check It Out !

Fanart !

We Don't Need Grace

The only reason Stiles and Finstock even met was because the Sheriff needed someone to wear his kid out. Countless clubs and sports turned Stiles away, and the alcoholic gym owner with a foul mouth and crazy hair was the Sheriff’s last hope. What started as an awkward arrangement would become an incredible journey full of gymnastics, blue ribbons, and gold medals.

Family isn’t always blood, sometimes it’s finding someone at the right time. Sometimes family is a hyperactive kid who hangs around the gym and his coach who takes his coffee with whiskey.

Otherwise known as The Olympics AU.

Words : 53905

Tags : Uncharacteristically Bad Father Seriff But Bob Finstock Make Up For It, Sheriff Is Too Preoccupied with His Wife And Don’t Understand His Son, Alive But Of Fragile Health Claudia, Bright Stiles, Stiles Keep On Being Happy, Stiles Wants To Be Spiderman But Will Make Do With Gymnast, Bob Finstock Is Made Of Awesome, Sport !!!, Olympics !!!, Found Family, Good Bobby, Allison And Kira Apparition

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19621804/chapters/46529518

How could I forget this one?!!?!

It’s a fancomic! It’s awesome! It’s long! It’s sweet!

You haven’t lived until you’ve read it!!!

Seed Wolf!

Stiles finds a mysterious packet of seeds one day called 'Seed Wolf'. He doesn't expect anything to grow from them, maybe a flower or something to replace his beloved (and deceased) cactus Bertrand.

What grows from the little seed is surprising.

Words: Zero, obviously. But it’s really long

Tags: Awesome cuteness, Dying of cute, Thumbellina trope, Anthropomorphic animoid plant people, manga style, so sweet, fluffy tails, soulmates

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2788907

#sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #recc list #fanfiction #ao3 doing the good work #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf recc #teen wolf #fanfic reccomendation #fanfic recc

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kayparker20 · 4 years ago

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To Honor Sensei

Chapter 1 - The Beginning of an Ending

FFN | AO3

The Hidden Leaf Village had been attacked by the Nine Tailed Fox, escaping it’s jinchuriki while she had been weak while in labor. In the last efforts to save the village, the Fourth Hokage and his wife had sealed the beast in their newborn son, continuing the tradition of the Uzumaki carrying the Nine-Tails, in their last moments before dying, they tried to tell their son how much they loved him. The previous Hokage watched the scene before sadly, as he decided he would have to retake the seat of leader in their village.

It had been days as the villagers and shinobi alike worked on repairing the village. Sarutobi had agreed to watch over the infant for some time until they figured out how to handle the situation and how to have him cared for properly. A knock on the door sounded and the hokage called for the person to come in, surprised to find spiky silver hair.

Kakashi stood before the Sandaime, his mask hiding most of the tear stains that still wet his face. He was still dealing with the loss of his own sensei, the last member of his team. The last person that had come to mean something to him. Even his wife, who had become important to Kakashi by extension, was gone as well.

At first, he thought of going back to ANBU, even though Minato had suggested he take a break before the attack. He just wanted to escape, to throw himself into his duty as a ninja. He wasn’t supposed to let himself feel these emotions. But this was Minato-sensei… The person who had looked after him for years, and even acted almost like a father to him. He couldn’t just bury this one so easily.

Hiruzen Sarutobi had resumed as Hokage after the death of his successor. He watched the young boy in front of him, knowing he had been his student. That his whole team was gone now, and he could only be even more traumatized now than he already had been by the death of Rin. He waited for this child to speak, interested in what he could be here for. He glanced back down at the infant next to him in a crib, still wondering what he should do with the now orphaned child. He sighed inwardly, not seeing an easy nor ideal solution.

“Hokage-sama…” Kakashi began softly. “What will happen to Minato-sensei’s baby?” The young ninja inquired.

Hiruzen looked back up at him, surprised. He didn’t expect the young teen to approach him with anything regarding his now resting sensei, knowing he usually suffered alone with his feelings. Oftentimes sitting at the memorial like a stone himself.

“I have been trying to decide that myself. There are no other family members left from either Minato or Kushina’s family in the village.”

“I want to take care of him.” Kakashi blurted.

Hiruzen stared at Kakashi, clearly shocked by the admission. “Kakashi, you’re only 13…How could I expect you to take care of an infant?”

“Hokage-sama, he was my sensei’s baby! I was supposed to protect him and Kushina!” Kakashi pleaded. “It’s my duty to take care of him.” He voiced stubbornly, already determined to take on this task. Hiruzen could understand the sense of responsibility the boy felt, even if it wasn’t his fault. Kakashi had always been a loyal shinobi even if he was a bit cold and detached. “Kakashi, it is not your fault either of them died, child.You do not need to try and make up for anything.”

Kakashi shook his head. “I want to honor him by caring for his child, Hokage-sama. I’m the closest thing he has to family left.”

The ANBU captain had already decided this within himself. It was the whole reason for coming here. If Naruto had any kind of family, his father’s last living student was the closest thing left. He deserved to have some kind family and be raised by someone who cared, it was what his parents would have wished for. It was his responsibility to take care of him and protect him, it always would have been. It was his duty as the surviving member of his team.

Hiruzen let out a heavy breath. “You do know you cannot remain in ANBU, and care for Naruto, right? At least not until he is older or you find someone to look after him while you go on missions.”

“Minato-sensei had already been urging me to take a break… But I think he really wanted me to leave ANBU.” Kakashi nodded softly. “Where is he?”

Hiruzen smiled, already seeing the Will of Fire pass from Yondaime to his student. “Why, he is actually right here, but he’s asleep.” The returned Hokage bent down below his desk and carefully lifted the blanket swaddled child from a crib.

Kakashi stepped forward, looking at him once more in awe. “He looks just like Sensei…”

Hiruzen nodded. “Take good care of him, Kakashi.” He passed the infant over to the silver haired nin. “Know that you are not alone.” He ruffled the silver strands, much to Kakashi’s dislike as he frowned up at his superior.

“Minato-sensei told me that once…”

Hiruzen gave him a sad smile. “He was a good leader that cared deeply for his people as a Hokage should. But even with his absence, and for the absence of your team, you are never alone, Kakashi. I can see that the Will of Fire burns brightly within, passed on from him to you, and his son.” He pointed to Naruto. “You’ll always have Naruto, as well as the other ninja in the village.”

Kakashi nodded softly, not really believing he wanted to be close to anyone else again.

“One more thing, Kakashi.” His voice became more stern now. “He should not know he is the Fourth’s son, and this was his own request. No child should ever believe they are the reason for their parents’ death. He will find out when the time is right.”

“But…” Kakashi looked down at Naruto. “He should know all about Minato-sensei.” Kakashi countered.

Hiruzen smiled. “You can tell him about him as your past sensei and beloved Hokage. But he need not know that he was his father.”

Kakashi stared at him in disbelief, holding Naruto tightly.

“Also, be aware that the people of this village will not be fond of him, because it is known he holds the nine-tails within him and they fear it. Such is the life of many jinchuriki. He wanted Naruto to be known as a hero for saving the village, but after the destruction and everything people lost, I fear that it will not happen. I've tried to reason with some of them but they are grief stricken. It’s hard to tell if it will ever change...” The Sandaime said sadly.

Kakashi nodded softly. “I’ll do as you say even though I disagree with it, only because I trust you would do what is right as the past and now return Hokage…” He spoke solemnly.

The Sandaime watched the child a moment, thinking of his words. “I care for the people of this village just as much as you care for that baby in your arms, and I do my best to do right by them, Kakashi.”

“I understand, Hokage-sama.” Kakashi left the office as his superior nodded to him.

Naruto woke up as he descended the stairs and instantly began to cry, the wails echoing through the halls. Kakashi cradled him in his arms and tried to sway softly. “Naruto, it’s okay. You’re with me now, Kakashi.” Kakashi tried to console him.

He remembered Kushina telling him towards the end of the pregnancy that babies can hear voices. “Do you recognize my voice Naruto?” He wondered aloud softly. “I never did talk much, so probably not, huh?” He laughed nervously.

He made it to the bottom of the steps and walked through the village, beginning to think of what things he needed to gather to start raising a baby. “Perhaps I should have asked for the things Minato and Kushina had already had ready for Naruto…” He sighed.

“Kakashi!” A red eyed girl called from his left, Asuma and Guy trailing behind her. “Oh my gosh, is that Naruto?” She exclaimed and ran towards him faster.

Kakashi nodded softly. “Yes. I just brought him from the Hokage tower. I decided I should be the one to care for him, because I was Minato’s student, and therefore his last surviving family.”

“That’s so noble of you Kakashi! You’re going to be a Dad now!” Guy gushed.

“Do you even have baby stuff at home, Kakashi?” Kurenai asked.

Kakashi did an eye crinkle, trying to push his feelings of sadness down. “Uh, no. I was shopping for it at this moment actually…”

“Why didn’t Dad just give you the stuff the Yondaime had…?” Asuma asked, the distaste towards his father's lack of helpfulness clear.

Kurenai shook her head. “No matter, we can get some now!” She said trying to steer the conversation away from negativity. “Can I hold him?”

Kakashi hesitated. “I guess, but be careful! He’s so little…” He cautiously passed Naruto to the black haired girl just the same as the elder Sarutobi has passed the baby to himself.

Kurenai giggled and cooed at the infant now in her arms. “You probably don’t even know the first thing about caring for kids, do you Kakashi?”

“Let’s just get the things? I know I need a place for him to sleep and that weird powder stuff that Kushina had bought in the market one day while I was watching after her.”

Kurenai laughed. “You mean formula. You also need bottles and diapers silly.” She turned around and headed towards the domestic area of the market district. “Come on, this way.”

Kakashi followed her with a look of indifference, thinking he wasn’t very silly at all. He just wanted to do what was right. Taking care of a baby was definitely far from his ideal way of life, but he felt it was his duty to honor his now dead sensei by raising his child. He couldn’t protect Kushina like he was supposed to, but he would do his best to keep Naruto safe for the rest of his life. Not that he would ever voice that to his peers.

He did appreciate Kurenai automatically helping, as he really didn’t know the first thing about babies other than that they cried a lot which was annoying. He glanced at the rest of the group, noting they all had been along his side trying to protect the village from the fox, unbeknownst the truth behind the matter. He knew they cared about the village and that they would always be good to Naruto.

“The Hokage says he can’t know that Minato-sensei was his father…” Kakashi mumbled.

Kurenai nodded. “It’s better he grows up to be his own person, not wanting to fill those kinds of shoes. Plus, who wants to grow up blaming themselves for their parents’ death?” Kurenai mused as she motioned towards a crib that was cheap, making Asuma carry it as Kakashi paid for it.

Kakashi frowned, still not feeling entirely okay with the idea. “What am I supposed to tell him?”

“Tell him his parents died protecting this village as amazing and gallant shinobi! That they were amazing ninjas, and they loved him.” Guy cried out passionately, as if it were obvious.

They continued on, Kurenai making sure all the necessary items were bought as she carried Naruto through the market and they carried all the purchased items back to Kakashi’s place. The boys left, leaving Kurenai and Kakashi in his apartment.

“I think Minato wouldn’t have trusted anyone else to care for his son, Kakashi. I’m sure he'd be proud and grateful that you stepped up to take him in, especially at such a young age.” Kurenai smiled softly.

Kakashi nodded as he laid Naruto down on the couch. He began setting the things up throughout his house. Putting the highchair in the tiled part of his small space that was where the kitchen was and small dining table. He put the crib next to his bed. Kurenai folded up some of the clothes they bought and put them on top of his dresser. She also put away the formula and bottles he bought in the cupboards. “You know you’re going to have to get clothing with the Uzumaki clan symbol on it made for him when he’s a little older.”

Naruto was quiet now, his eyes following them from the couch as they moved about. He seemed curious as he gazed at them.

“How do I know when he’s hungry…?” Kakashi pondered.

“Babies normally cry when anything is wrong, or for no reason at all.” Kurenai shrugged. “You can try and feed him now, that shopping took a while so I’m sure it’s been some time since he was last fed at the Hokage tower.”

She walked Kakashi through how to make a bottle for him and Kakashi picked Naruto up and sat on the couch, beginning to feed the bottle to Naruto. He drank it eagerly and Kakashi smiled slightly as he stared down at him.

“I’ll leave now that you got everything set up. But if you need help, just let me know!”

Kakashi nodded, not looking up from Naruto as she left his apartment.

It has been weeks now since Kakashi had adopted Naruto. Right now, he lay with Naruto cradled in one arm as he held the book he was reading with another. Just as he began to get to the climax of his plot, Naruto began crying.

“Naruto! Hey, it’s okay. Shhhh, it's okay.” Kakashi put his book down instantly and took the baby into his arms fully. He checked his diaper, nothing. The silver haired nin sat perplexed, knowing he had just fed him twenty minutes ago. He cradled Naruto and tried to talk to him and calm him down.

It was no use. “You’re gonna make some ninja someday if you keep crying like this.” He huffed out.

He always wished he had seen someone's parents, even one person. He felt antsy, he hadn’t been on a single mission for over a month. Just how was he supposed to do this? He was really beginning to wonder if this was really the right decision after all.

“Minato and Kushina really love you, Naruto… I hope one day you know he was your father and just how much he did to save you…” Kakashi sighed and hugged him tight, remembering Kurenai saying something about babies wanting closeness. He rocked him gently and nuzzled his head with his nose. “I’ll never let anything bad happen to you, Naruto. You’re gonna be safe…” He laid down and held Naruto close, continuing to try and talk to him.

This was never what he thought he’d be doing in the sense of duty, but nothing worth doing was easy, right?

Naruto finally began to sniffle and hiccup, his cries stopping. Kakashi wiped his face with the end of his sleeve. “See? Everything is okay.” He gave the boy an eye crease, and Naruto giggled in response.

He thought a moment before he dressed Naruto in some warmer clothes. “Let’s go for a walk, Naruto.” He said softly as they left the apartment. He walked through the village and to the memorial site where all the graveyards were, finding one of his teammates headstones.

“Hey, Rin. I haven’t been by in awhile. I’m sorry for that. Some bad things happened again. Just my luck, right?” He sighed softly, cleaning her grave with his free hand, keeping Naruto cradled tightly in his other arm. “Our sensei died. It’s just me left from our team. Well, and Naruto now. I’m taking care of him now. Taking care of people has always been more your thing than mine…”

Kakashi glanced at Naruto. “It’s far from easy and sometimes it feels like it’s impossible.” He laughed. “He cries a lot and sometimes I can’t get him to stop…” He looked back at Rin’s grave, wishing he had stopped to get her flowers. “He’s jinchuriki just like you had been made into…” His eyes threatened to well with tears as his memories resurfaced. “He looks just like Sensei. Maybe one day he’ll be Hokage like him too, huh?” He stood back up now, chuckling at the thought. “Until next visit, Rin.”

“Kakashi..”

The silver haired nin turned to find the Hokage standing a little distance away from him, at the gravesite of the Hokages. He strided over to him quickly, looking to Minato’s grave momentarily, before looking back to Hiruzen.

“Yes, Hokage-sama?”

“I hear you’ve become quite the nurturer from my son.” The elder smiled.

Kakashi rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I’ve been doing my best. Kurenai has given me some tips here and there.”

His leader nodded. “I’m glad to hear that. I recall telling you that you were not alone, did I not?”

Kakashi shrugged. “I guess so.” He stared at Naruto. “Was there something you needed from me, Hokage-sama?”

He watched the boy a moment, noticing he seemed to have a newfound purpose in life, other than just existing as a shinobi tool to the village. He wished Minato could have seen the change in his melancholy student. “Actually there was something I needed to tell you.”

Kakashi nodded, indicating he was listening.

“When the Fourth did the jutsu to seal the nine tails in Naruto, he sent the key to the seal out with one of his toad summons. Do you know who Jiraiya is, Kakashi?”

He nodded softly. “He was Minato-sensei’s sensei. And you were his sensei, right? And he also wrote the book that Naruto’s name comes from. I read it, the character reminded me a lot of Obito…”

“Yes, that is all true, my child. I received word that Jiraiya will be coming here in some time. When he comes, I will send him to you to see Naruto. Minato had used his toads to send him the key to the seal, and Jiraiya is his godfather. He may want to help you or just pop up every so often.”

Kakashi nodded. “Okay. I’ve met him before.”

“That was all, my child. You’re doing well taking care of him, he looks healthy.”

“Thank you, Hokage-sama.”

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destieltropecollection · 5 years ago

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Destiel Trope Collection 2020 Day 17: Hurt/Comfort & Whump

the time has come | @elizaeverafter

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1068 Main Tags/Warnings: no archive warnings apply, non-graphic pet death, angst with a happy ending, hopeful ending, established relationship, married castiel/dean winchester, emotional hurt/comfort Summary: The second Dean walked into their home, he should’ve picked up on the fact that something was wrong. Looking back on it, it was so silent that it was suffocating. There was an unnatural stillness, like their house knew something bad had happened and was trying not to involve itself.

Beautiful | @ialwayscomewhenyoucall

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1367 Main Tags/Warnings: human!cas, hurt/comfort, injured cas, first kiss Summary: “How long has he been sitting there?” Dean starts; he’d been watching Cas and hadn’t heard Sam behind him. “Five hours.” Dean practically spits out the words. “He won’t eat. He won’t move to a more comfortable chair. He won’t even take his damn pain pills. And he can’t tell me that doesn’t hurt, I know what a broken collar bone feels like. He’s just so--” ***** In which Cas, now fully human for several months, has been injured, and Dean has to Use His Words to comfort his friend.

Teardrops For You | @envydean

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1500 Main Tags/Warnings: Grief, Character Death, Established Relationship, Funerals, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Dean and Cas holding each other, Sadness, slight fluff, Angst, Car Accidents, Nightmares, Cuddling, Holding, Crying, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Summary: The accident killed her and left Dean alive and emotionally broken. He's a disgrace. His best friend is dead and he can't even cry for her.

Soup & Syrup | @suckerfordeansfreckles

Rating: General Word Count: 1548 Main Tags/Warnings: best friends to lovers, getting together, sick Cas Summary: Cas started feeling sick two days ago, throat raw and hurting, every part of his body in pain as if he’ll burn up with fever any second. Then he had to cancel his and Dean's weekly study date in the library this afternoon, to stay home and take a quick nap that accidentally ended up four hours long and left him groggy and sweaty and weird. Dean has been sending him texts, five since he cancelled earlier, and as soon as Cas felt awake and present enough to respond, he called. This is where they are now, around 1 a.m. on a Saturday. He didn’t really stop to look at the clock before he called Dean, but — well. He was just hoping Dean would be awake, maybe out with friends. He was just hoping that maybe, maybe, Dean would come by and dote a little on him. Just because having his best friend around always makes him feel better. Not because he craves Dean’s presence, his palm on Cas’ forehead and his hands tucking him in beneath his blanket. Absolutely not.

The Admission | @deservetobesaved

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1720 Main Tags/Warnings: season 13, all the feelings Summary: Castiel finds out Dean threatened to kill Jack. He also finds out how broken Dean was when he died. So, naturally, he confronts him about it. A sort of fix-it coda, in or after 13x06.

Knowing | @unexpecteddreamz

Rating: General Word Count: 2013 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel & Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Demon Dean Summary: Of all the things Castiel might have expected to see, this was the last... It might well be the last thing he ever sees! Castiel is ""Always willing to bleed for the Winchesters"". Sam doesn't know how to fix what is broken. Dean is having nightmares. How did everything go so wrong so fast?

The Snow's Captives | SargentMom573 (AO3)

Rating: Mature Word Count: 2126 Main Tags/Warnings: Blizzards & Snowstorms, Sick Castiel, Caretaker Dean, Cabin Fic Summary: Dean was not going to make it alive down the mountain in a week’s time. Why? Because Cas was going to kill him, that’s why.

Skin Wars | @cr-noble-writes

Rating: General Word Count: 2319 Main Tags/Warnings: Angst, Artist!Dean, Model!Cas, body painting, Angst with a Happy Ending, Cas protecting Dean from himself, shy!Dean, introvert!dean, Baby, graffiti artist!charlie, artist!Balthazar, art critic!Crowley, TV host!Anna, Skin Wars AU Summary: Dean, a traditionally trained artist, is competing for $100,000 in the reality body painting TV show, Skin Wars. He’s lucky enough to get paired with a friend as his model, Cas, for a particularly personal challenge. Dean feels his painting isn’t up to snuff, but what will the judges think?

Take Me Home | @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2683 Main Tags/Warnings: Mentions of Rape, Mentions of Sexual Abuse, Non-con/Rape outside of Castiel/Dean Winchester, Hurt Dean Winchester, Protective Castiel, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, TW: Mentions of Non-con/Rape Summary: “I want to go home.” Dean let out, in a strangled voice. “Of course -” Cas reached for Dean’s hand, prepared to fly them away. Dean pulled away his hand, and rested his head backwards, against the seat. It seemed impossibly long before he finally asked. Unsure, as if somehow he still felt like Castiel could deny him anything. “Could you drive?”

Cold Comfort | @noiproksa

Rating: General Word Count: 3232 Main Tags/Warnings: Sharing Body Heat, Hypothermia, Huddling for Warmth, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Banter Summary: Dean and Cas are trapped in a room with temperatures well below zero. When even sharing vessel heat doesn’t seem to help anymore, they need to do whatever it takes to keep each other alive. (Intended as gen, but can be read as Destiel pre-slash.)

Exodus | @spnsmile

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3365 Main Tags/Warnings: Explicit, noncon, hurt/ comfort Summary: Endverse!Dean comes back alive. He comes back to the camp to find he was gone for almost a month and that Castiel now serves a different captain. Like hell Dean Winchester will let that happen.

save that light | @specsofwings

Rating: Mature Word Count: 4779 Main Tags/Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Assassin Dean Winchester, Human Castiel, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Whump, Kidnapping, Implied/Referenced Brainwashing, Blasphemy/Religious Imagery and Symbolism, Crucifixion, Major Character Injury, Heavy Angst, Angst With a Happy Ending, Trauma, Healthy Relationship, Hurt/Comfort Summary: He’s alive, he’s alive, he’s alive— Dean isn’t sure if it’s his brain, if he’s speaking aloud, if it’s Jody, next to him in the car, but he’s alive, Castiel is alive, and then there is darkness.

The Empty's Curse | @cloverhighfive

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 5380 Main Tags/Warnings: major character death, angst, fluff Summary: Dean is dying and there is no getting out of it this time. After a round of goodbyes from friends, Castiel takes Dean on one last ride.

Shiver | @nickelkeep

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 5714 Main Tags/Warnings: Modern with Magic, Witchcraft, Getting Back Together, Blizzards and Snowstorms, Car Accident, Snowed In, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, NSFW Summary: In desperate need of his journal to complete a spell, Dean braves a snowstorm to return to the cabin - and the man - left behind. Can a freak accident repair what's been damaged? Or will their lack of communication push Dean and Cas apart forever?

Six Feet Under Water | zaphodsgirl (AO3)

Rating: Mature Word Count: 7638 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: This story is inspired by the amazing art of dragonpressgraphics, accompanied by this prompt: "Can be canon or AU (though Canon preferred - see below why) where Cas almost drowns and either Dean witnessed it or rescues him - would love a fic where Cas then has to deal with fear of drowning afterwards - maybe Dean too has nightmares about Cas drowning because of the same experience (bonus if references are made to season 6/7 where Cas walked into the water because of the Leviathans). Loads of angst more than okay as long as story has happy ending"

This Path Is Paved With Kitty Litter | @navajolovesdestiel

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 8392 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Grieving Castiel (Supernatural), Caring Dean Winchester, Veterinary Assistant Dean, Deanna The Kitten, Explicit Sexual Content Summary: The man moved from cage to cage, petting each cat in turn. Dean could hear his sigh from where he was standing. Dean walked over to him. The guy looked up at Dean and again, his eyes made Dean’s knees weak. “Hey, guy, you spend a lot of time with these cats. You thinking about adopting one?” The look on the guy’s face went from sad to stricken. “Uh… n-no, I’m… I’m just looking at them.” The look made Dean’s chest hurt.

After the Fallout | @cr-noble-writes

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 8832 Main Tags/Warnings: Post-Apocalypse, Post-Nuclear War, some body horror, Major Character Injuries, Nightmares, Mutants, Minor Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Smut, Angst, Conspiracy, top!dean, Bottom!Cas Summary: Its been years since the nuclear catastrophe that decimated the world. From the moment Dean Winchester stepped foot on the surface again, he’s been running from mutant creatures that want to kill him. When will it end?

I'm Thankful I get to Leave | @sheinthatfandom

Rating: Mature Word Count: 11079 Main Tags/Warnings: thanksgiving dinner, alternate universe- human, dysfunctional family, uncomfortable topics, red flags, emotional manipulation, emotional incest, homophobia, ableism, racism, bad parent mary, bad parent john, bobby used to be married to mary Summary: Screw you Columbus now we have to eat at Mary’s pretending to not be the Jerry Springer version of the Brady Bunch instead of getting ready for Christmas.

The Last Thing I Wanted | @nickelkeep

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 11492 Main Tags/Warnings: AU - Fantasy, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Whump, Prince!Dean, Concubine!Cas Summary: When Castiel is grievously wounded during an unsanctioned battle, it's all Prince Dean can do to make sure he lives the rest of his life comfortably. However, due to the archaic laws of Terra, Castiel is too lowborn to hold lands, deeds, or titles. What better way to solve an archaic problem than with a just-as-antiquated solution?

Healing an Angel | @noiproksa

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 12017 Main Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Castiel, Canon Compliant, Friendship, Team Free Will, Wing Grooming, Aftermath of Torture Summary: Cas has been captured by shapeshifters who have been torturing him for weeks. The aftermath is not pretty, but Dean will do anything to get his angel through this and get him to trust them again. To make matters worse, the mastermind behind Cas’ capture is still alive. Will they be able to keep him from coming after Cas again?

Cloned to Perfection | @fangirlingtodeath513

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 16298 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester,Castiel (Supernatural),Dean Winchester,Sam Winchester,Bobby Singer,Charlie Bradbury,Cain (Supernatural),Alastair (Supernatural),John Winchester,Alternate Universe - Future,Marine Castiel (Supernatural),John Winchester Being an Asshole,Canon-Typical Violence,Human Experimentation,Government Experimentation,Genetic Engineering,Clones,Gun Violence,Shooting Guns,Fugitives,Hacking,Government Conspiracy,Blow Jobs,Come Swallowing,Interrogation,Truth Serum,Needles,Brief Mentions of Torture (Not TFW),Alternate Universe - No Monsters,Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss,Castiel/Dean Winchester First Time,Hand Jobs,Angst with a Happy Ending,Happy Ending,Minor Ellen Harvelle/Bobby Singer,Minor Charlie Bradbury/Jo Harvelle,Minor Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester Summary: For thirty years, Dean’s been in the dark about a bombshell of a family secret. When an AWOL soldier shows up on his doorstep in the middle of the night, he’s shoved into a world he had no idea existed. He never asked to be cloned. He never asked to have his genome edited to make him a super-soldier. He didn’t even know. Now his fate rests in the hands of a ragtag group—Castiel, the AWOL soldier sent as a warning by Sam and Dean’s father; Charlie, an ingenious hacker and Dean’s best friend; and his brother Sam, who’s also being chased by the government for the same reason. Can they pull the rug out from under the military general who’s after their father’s research, or will Sam and Dean be doomed to live the remainder of their lives being experimented on by the military?

He Can't Sleep | @pray4jensen

Rating: Mature Word Count: 18970 Main Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Marriage, Domestic, Case Fic, Angst with a Happy Ending, Summary: He’s done soaping up Cas’ hair. He grabs the sponge at his side and starts to scrub at Cas’ skin, up along his arms, his neck, down his chest. When he runs it up his legs, to his thighs, Cas shudders and then there’s a hand cupping Dean’s cheek, cold and dripping water and soap, and Dean falters, looks at him for the first time. “Will you sleep with me?” Cas says. “Tonight?” Dean swallows. He says yes.

One Last Time | @confusedcasishere

Rating: Mature Word Count: 27370 Main Tags/Warnings: Sex Worker Dean Winchester, Dom/Sub, Dom Castiel/ Sub Dean Winchester, Lawyer Castiel, Top Castiel/ Bottom Dean Winchester, Porn With Plot Summary: After some convincing, Castiel agrees to try out a sex club. He’s nervous and looking for any excuse to back out, until he stumbles across a photo of a beautiful sub with captivating green eyes. Cas has to have him.

Highway to Hell (WIP) | @tucuxia

Rating: Mature Word Count: 31551 Main Tags/Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, Gabriel Has a Crush on Sam Winchester, Alpha Sam Winchester/Omega Gabriel, Alpha Balthazar/Omega Crowley, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Past Abuse, Dean's life hasn't been great, Biker Castiel, Biker Sam Winchester Summary: Castiel, who shares leadership of the Hells Angels biker gang with his two older alpha brothers, finds out that a rival gang has been encroaching on their territory. During a tense meeting with the Devil's Blood gang in Lawrence, KS, he becomes the owner of a scared, broken young omega named Dean. Having forgotten how to speak after a decade under Azazel's cruel ownership, can the young omega learn to trust his new family, and maybe reconnect with the one he lost?

I Choose You (WIP) | @baby-in-a-trenchcoat7

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 43284 Main Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Destiel, Slight Smut, High School Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester Summary: High School AU. Castiel Novak has a dirty dream about the captain of the baseball team, Dean Winchester. Dean has a dirty dream about the nerdy Novak boy who hangs around the art room a lot. Castiel becomes Dean’s tutor, and the two soon learn that keeping their relationship platonic is harder than they thought. As their relationship develops, the two have to fight to overcome their problems while doing everything they can to stay together. Rated Explicit for sexual scenes.

Emergence | @ellis-park

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 58862 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon fic, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, amnesia, graphic depictions of violence Summary: Something’s been missing from Dean’s life for the past three years, a void left after a hunt gone terribly wrong. He often feels a sense of longing with no discernible cause, a need to talk to someone who isn’t there. A call from an acquaintance leads Dean to James Novak, a man who disappeared more than a decade ago, and suddenly Dean gets the feeling he’s found what he’s been missing. But James isn’t really James — he’s the angel Castiel, who’s wanted by angels, demons and hunters alike. And he may be at the center of the storm that wrecked Dean’s life all those years ago.

Forbidden Fruit (WIP) | @amyoatmeal

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 95427 Main Tags/Warnings: professor student au, stripper au, age difference, top!castiel/bottom!dean, unrequited castiel/balthazar, unrequited dean winchester/aaron bass, dean winchester & charlie bradbury, threats of noncon/sexual abuse, threats of violence, mentions of past trauma/abuse, angst Summary: Castiel Novak is a respectable, if not a little boring professor at his university. He lives a comfortable, financially stable life with his cat in his modestly-sized apartment. It would appear he has everything he needs, including an over-eager friend and colleague, but when fate tempts him with a seemingly familiar new student by the name of Dean Winchester, Castiel's comfortable life threatens to get turned on its head and things start to get a little juicy.

Stay With Me, Sweetheart | @a-mandala-rose

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 108710 Main Tags/Warnings: Dean/Cas, Dean/Lisa, Past Dean/Others, Past Cas/Others, Kid Fic, Serious Major Character Injury, Car Accident, PTSD/Panic Attacks, House Fires, Past Minor Canonical Character Death, Minor OC Death, Past Emotional Abuse, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Referenced Top Dean/Bottom Cas, Explicit Top Cas/Bottom Dean Summary: “Alright Cas, here comes the hard part. We’re gonna get you out of here, but we’ve gotta take the roof off and while we do that, we’re gonna have to cover you with a sheet to protect you from the glass. I’ll be right here though. I’m not going anywhere.” As he starts to drift away, he suddenly feels the press of Dean’s forehead against his own through the rough fabric and hears that warm, sunlit voice murmer quietly in his ear, too low to be overheard by the firefighters currently working to remove the SUV’s roof, “Stay with me, Sweetheart.” A single moment's distraction ends with a serious car accident that leaves Castiel trapped in his vehicle. Fortunately for him, fire fighter Dean Winchester is there, never leaving Castiel's side as the rest of his company work to free him from the mangled remains of his SUV. When the two meet again in the ICU, Castiel finds himself just as drawn to and comforted by the handsome fireman as he was during his accident. Dean is certainly attractive, but single father Castiel doesn't have time or space in his life for a romantic relationship. Then again, there's no harm in making a new friend, is there?

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heaven's gate, part one - grief and her rich friends. (john b routledge)

john b routledge x reyna lance

tw; alcohol, teenage drinking, kissing + reference to it leading to sex towards the end

part one; reyna lance, born and raised in the outer banks, deals with grief in an unusual way.

a/n -- uh reyna is rich girl chaos. i love her too much.

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grief is weird when your family has money.

on one hand, you're probably looking at a big sum of money and access to a fund that whoever's dead left for you. that's a plus. on the other side, you just lost someone you were close to. but you can never be too close to anyone when you've got power over half of an island.

reyna lance. sixteen year old rich girl from figure eight. daughter of sean and tyra lance. she was only known for three major things - her dad's porsche, her messy breakups, and her alcohol problem.

problems were constant in the lance family. from tax evasion to fucking with stocks, it seemed like every other month it looked like sean lance was going to jail. he never did, though, which was quite the accomplishment, but expected with his kind of funds. everyone always thought that it would be jailtime that drew him away from the island. like always, though, he surprised the residents of the outer banks.

"reyna!" her mother called from the bottom of the staircase, banging on the railing to get her attention. her actions dragged the girl out of her room, in shorts, a tube top and some layer that resembled a kimono. "you can't hide from sean like this."

the girl groaned, throwing her head back before she leaned over the side of the staircase. she could technically hide from her dad for as long as she wanted, they had multiple properties, boats, cars, it would take a considerable amount of time for him to find her. nevertheless, she had to listen to her mom. it was hard saying no to that woman.

"you can't hide from sean like this," she echoed in a mocking tone, looking down at her mom.

tyra beckoned her down with her hand, crossing her arms. "your father told you an hour ago that we needed to talk as a family. that doesn't mean you hide away like a hermit, sweetie."

"okay, i'm here now. you want to talk?" reyna asked, taking her time as she climbed down the stairs to talk to her mother.

"your dad's in the kitchen. come on." with that statement, her mom turned her back on the girl and walked down the hall. this left reyna considering going back upstairs, but if her parents were so desperate to talk to her, she figured she may as well give them the time of day.

so, she followed her mother, trailing a few feet behind her after hurrying down the rest of the stairs.

upon entering the kitchen, she caught sight of a woman sitting at the kitchen table, her father leaning on the table next to her. "what is it now, dad, trouble with the IRS or some shit?" reyna asked, hardly looking at her dad while she grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.

"can you take this seriously, please?" her mother hissed at her, causing reyna to do a double take. her mom was usually a fairly passive aggressive person. she didn't yell, she didn't take disciplinary action, she just got frustrated with people. and disappointed, her favorite phrase was that she "wasn't sad, just disappointed." so the new tone of voice got reyna's attention.

"yeah... yeah," the girl trailed off, closing the fridge, facing her parents from where she stood. "so what's going on?"

"baby," her father finally spoke up, taking a few steps towards her. "i'd love it if you could meet karissa." he gestured to the woman at the table. she was blonde, young, and she looked professional.

"alright, uh, hi, then?" reyna shrugged, providing nothing more than a wave for the blonde.

"she's my... girlfriend."

reyna's father's words caused her jaw to drop. literally. reyna never thought that she'd be in a situation that would physically cause her jaw to drop, but there she was, staring at her father's... mistress? from across the kitchen, completely dumbstruck.

"i told you to ease her into it," tyra spat, obviously angry with the man.

"you're growing up, you know? i think you deserve to know when your dad's gonna be out of your life," sean ignored reyna's mother, trying to get into his daughter's line of sight to keep her attention.

reyna's parents were always rocky. she didn't have a fantastic relationship with her dad, and she always joked about how she'd choose her mom's side in the divorce, but she didn't actually think that a divorce was ever going to happen, especially considering how tyra was more of a trophy wife than a working one. "what are you talking about?" reyna started interrogating the man in front of her, shaking her head as if she didn't understand it.

"your mother and i are splitting up. it's mutual-" he began, before being interrupted by his apparent ex-wife.

"it's over karissa," she interjected before letting reyna's father continue.

"mutual. we fell out of love. you've always said that you wanted to stick with your mom, so i figured that it was just easier to relinquish custody." he continued, explaining his thinking as if it was going to make any sense to his teenage daughter.

reyna stood there for a few moments, eyebrows furrowed as she stared at her dad.

"i know it's not immediate, but we'll be in court for the next few weeks sorting things out. okay? it's for the best that you're sticking with tyra. you two are good." sean clapped his hands once he was done speaking, not expecting a response from reyna. "good. good, we've cleared the air. saying that, you both have my number, i'll be staying at the other place until i officially move out. that's alright?"

"yeah, dad, that's alright." maybe it was shock, or maybe she'd just accepted it, but reyna didn't seem to be phased by a divorce being dumped in her lap.

reyna tended to be... insensitive. was she an asshole? kind of, actually, but not nearly as much as a majority of the kooks. but did she understand healthy relationships? hardly, and that was all thanks to the people getting a divorce. so maybe it was acceptance after all, because she never really saw them working out.

"is that it?" she asked, looking at the adults in the room. tyra looked a little shocked to see the girl so done with the conversation, but she nodded carefully.

"that's it, but-"

"alright, cool, uh, you guys can do whatever, i'll be back later." she nodded, quickly backing out of the kitchen.

she had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that she didn't understand at all. anger? she was pissed at her dad for being a whore when he was married and had a kid. sad? she was sad about... losing him? sure. there was something else there, though, and she couldn't figure it out.

and she wouldn't figure it out, at least, she didn't think she would. it was almost nine in the evening, and she was sure that there had to be at least one rager on the island on that fine friday night. it was the outer banks, there was a party somewhere every night, you just had to know where to look. usually reyna went to parties with friends. it was how you stayed safe, how you had a designated driver, and how you had fun. though, reyna wasn't looking for anything other than to get wasted and evict whatever feeling was overtaking her body.

so, instead of heading back to her room, she headed out to the garage. nothing like pulling up in your dad's porsche to wherever you were going. she got into the driver seat and pulled out her phone, and based on a few snapchat stories, it was easy to deduct that where she needed to go to get wasted was the boneyard, for a good old kegger.

it took her less than twenty minutes to get there, and she could've done it in ten if she hadn't pulled over to scream. screech at the top of her lungs, frustrated because she felt stuck. nevertheless, she got there, shoving the keys in her back pocket before finding her way to the crowd of people. a bonfire, a keg, and all different kinds of teens were scattered around the beach. with these different kinds of teens, she ultimately was able to spot one of her best friends.

"lance, never texted me back about the party, but you still showed up to it?" topper thornton referred to reyna by her last name as she greeted him with a disappointing shrug.

"you know i love leaving you on read," she joked, taking a cup of beer he offered to her. "is sarah around?" she asked about his girlfriend, not seeing the kook princess by his side.

"yeah, she's somewhere. you know, being sarah cameron." he rolled his eyes and sighed. reyna knew all about the girl just through topper himself, and not that reyna hated sarah... just that she was definitely topper's friend before she was hers. "did you steal your dad's car?" he asked, a hint of astonishment in his voice.

reyna shrugged once more, a little smug smile on her face that time. "looking for new ways to piss him off." she admitted, gesturing to the vehicle.

"well, when he kicks you out, i can probably sneak you into our guest bedroom." topper laughed, glancing down the beach. "you're kidding me, sarah's-" he began to explain before shouting her name once more and booking it down the beach. she was probably doing something dumb... being sarah cameron.

reyna clicked her tongue, swishing the beer around in the plastic cup she'd been given while nodding. "nice talk," she continued walking down the beach until she could spot some of the pogues, and took a drink to the fact that she had to see them.

of course, she didn't get what she expected. she gagged on the alcohol, wincing at the taste. "holy fuck," she coughed, shaking her head.

"something wrong?" reyna heard a voice from beside her, and she could hardly bring herself out of her own disgust to look at the person it was coming from.

"yeah, this beer tastes like warm coors light, who serves warm coors light at a party?" she was half joking, but it was really bad. the guy standing next to her was hard to recognize from up close. he had somewhat long brown hair that was sticking out of the bottom of a baseball cap turned backwards. apparently he didn't have the time to button up his shirt all the way, so it sat open, two buttons holding it together towards his lower abdomen. of course, that made it hard for reyna to not stare at what was exposed. she brought her eyes to meet his, and saw a slight smile on his face as he looked down at her.

"we do, i guess," he laughed, tilting his head to the side. he seemed surprised to hear her say something so... bold to him, but he brushed if off. "sorry for the shitty beer, then. i'm john b." he offered his hand for her to shake, and she took it out of habit.

she recognized his name, and it was just her luck that he was one of those pogues. he had to be one of the most recognizable ones, now that she thought about it, but she'd never seen him face to face.

"reyna. reyna lance." she introduced herself in response, shaking his hand briefly before letting go.

"oh, trust me, i know a lance when i see one," he nodded, letting her know that she didn't need to introduce herself.

"you do?" reyna asked, a little confused. she'd already managed to forget that the entire island knew her and her parents. even the kids from the cut, which they probably screwed over the most.

"yeah, i do," john b confirmed, taking the cup of beer from reyna's hand and downing it for her. "what i originally came over here to ask you is what you're doing alone at my party."

"we own parties now?" reyna laughed, raising an eyebrow at the boy. why was she alone? topper blew her off, of course, but she wasn't about to let john b in on her personal life.

he rolled his eyes at her, his smile slightly growing. "whatever, i brought the beer, i own the party, you're just roaming around alone?"

"just trying to get wasted, john b." reyna reassured him, patting his shoulder like they were old friends. it probably didn't help that he'd drank the rest of her beer, but she wasn't sure she could've finished the cup herself without throwing up.

"this, reyna, is what you should've said earlier." he immediately pointed out, motioning for her to wait a moment as he maneuvered through people to get to the keg. it didn't take him long to come back with another cup, earning a sour look from reyna. "don't look so bitchy, it's not warm coors light, just drink it." he handed her the cup, and resisting every muscle in her body that told her not to, she took a sip.

the drink burned the back of her throat, but that made her know it was strong.

"oh, wow," she coughed, blinking a few times. "wasting good alcohol on a kook?"

"looked like you needed it." john b said in response, arms crossed as he watched her take another sip. well, less of a sip, more of a chug. he had his own cup in his hand, hardly filled, but he matched her pace when he saw her continue to drink.

"shit, you're the best pogue i know," she breathed, half of the cup's contents having been consumed at that point.

"i better be," he responded briefly before returning to drinking, reyna following in pursuit. when he was done, he had to pinch the bridge of his nose and rub his eyes. "christ, our livers are shot."

"who gives a fuck about livers? as far as i'm concerned, i could die tomorrow night." reyna almost choked on her words by the time she was done with the cup, running her hand through her hair.

"tomorrow night?" john b seemed a little surprised, but he went with it, "that doesn't give us a lot of time."

"time to do what?" reyna shook her head, already feeling the alcohol taking its toll on her body.

he only shrugged, offering reyna the chance to answer that question herself.

"fuck it, then, i'm gonna go dance like i don't hate myself and then we'll see if i die." she shrugged, throwing her cup with as much force as possible towards the white trash bag that sat twenty feet away from them. it hardly made it in, but there were what looked like a hundred other cups scattered around the bag.

"have fun, then, i'm gonna go regret drinking this much," john b waved her away as reyna backed away from him and walked towards the music, leaving her to her own agenda.

it hardly took an hour for whatever had been in the plastic cup to really fuck reyna up. being wasted was an understatement by the time ten forty five rolled around. by then, people were dwindling. they'd run out of beer, so people had started to head home, or to other parties that were stocked.

reyna had to stick around, though, because the last thing she needed was to trash her dad's porsche, no matter how badly she wanted to do it. she said she was gonna die tomorrow night, not that night.

"still sticking around?" she heard that voice again, and turned once more to see john b right behind her.

"drunk driving is no joke, and i'm where you are, jb." reyna had already given him a nickname, acknowledging her unhealthy alcohol content.

john b laughed, looking reyna up and down. she was glistening with sweat from dancing and the heat, her hair was a mess, and when she smiled at him she had her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. he was just as wasted as she was, but he hid it a little better. "so, if i crash in the back of my van, you're there?"

reyna nodded, letting out a breath. she probably wouldn't have let herself get so lost if she wasn't trying to escape herself, but she didn't care about that anymore. honestly, as long as she could be anyone other than reyna lance for a little bit? life wasn't too bad, didn't matter if she was wasted or not.

and hanging with pogue boys didn't make her feel like a lance. "i'm there."

"good, because i can't leave you drunk and alone on this beach." he pointed out, moving his hand to her hip to keep her steady next to him. she was standing just fine, she was wasted, but not blackout drink. not embarrassingly drunk.

"i didn't expect you to be the kind of guy to leave drunk girls on the beach," reyna nodded as he walked her towards the van, which was a little further down the beach, away from her dad's car.

he could only laugh at her few comments, neither of them knowing why. even drunk, reyna didn't think she'd have a pogue laughing at her dumb jokes and comments. standing next to the van, her back to the door, he faced her, their eye contact overwhelmingly obvious to reyna.

his hands were still on her hips, and she gently rested her own hands on his shoulders in response. before she knew it, she'd pulled him towards her and crashed her lips onto his. he welcomed the kiss, pushing her up against the side of the van as she fumbled for the door handle to get it open.

grief.

grief for whatever her life had been before? that was that feeling.

and grief made people do stupid things.

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epicstuckyficrecs · 4 years ago

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Weekly Recap | July 27-August 2nd 2020

Another big one this week! I discovered a new writer, can you guess who it is? 😆

Complete

[Bucky is typing] by darter_blue/ @darter-blue (Shrunkyclunks | 4K | Mature): Steve just wants to wind down, post mission, with the silly cupcake game Clint downloaded onto his stark phone. He doesn't know who 'Bucky' is, or why he's texting Steve so aggressively. He doesn't mean to answer the phone and argue with the charming voice on the other end. He certainly never meant for the arguing to be interpreted as flirting... But maybe he should just go with it? Maybe Bucky is exactly the leap Steve needs to take, to find his way in the world again.

d-sides and rarities, Chapter 11. balcony + fairy lights by Deisderium/ @deisderium (Shrunkyclunks | Teen): Pepper's PA keeps helping Steve with gala events and public appearances. Steve's trying to keep it professional. Good luck with that.

Helping You Out by darter_blue/ @darter-blue (PWP | 3,7K | Explicit): Steve is not having a great time here... attempting to find his own prostate. So of course, Sam's gorgeous best friend Bucky chooses this exact moment to walk into Steve and Sam's dorm room unnanounced.

Saké It To Me by Kalee60/ @kalee60 (Shrunkyclunks | 8K | Teen): Being roped into speed dating was not how Bucky imagined spending his Friday night, especially when he realises some of these people might just be a little bit over his pay grade. But then Steve sits down, gorgeous, friendly and full of genuine warmth. Within mere minutes he manages to completely charm the pants off Bucky (or so his future self hopes). So why then, after such a strong connection, didn't Steve call him?

Tap That by Kalee60/ @kalee60 (Meet-cute | 2K | General): When Steve is distracted while waiting at a busy crosswalk on the way to an important meeting, he inadvertently meets the man of his dreams - but only after making the most mortifying social gaffe of his life.Red faced and apologetic he tries to forget the incident.But sometimes when things go wrong - they suddenly turn out spectacularly right.

Pressure Points by darter_blue/ @darter-blue (Shrunkyclunks | 3K | Explicit): Bucky Barnes hates to fly. And this flight is starting out worse than normal. Except for the hot, built, blond sat beside him... Who has shoulders for days, a voice like molasses, and some very interesting ideas about how to ease Bucky's anxiety... (Part 1 of 💙 Pressure)

Under Pressure by darter_blue/ @darter-blue (Shrunkyclunks | 6K | Explicit): Bucky is still high off the sexy encounter he experienced with the super hot guy from his flight yesterday.Only today is not turning out quite so great. He could really use some more of that stress relief that Steve doled out so graciously on the plane.And he left Bucky his number right? Which means Bucky could just call him... See if he's busy...He's doing it - he's calling him. It's ringing. (Part 2 of 💙 Pressure)

High Pressure System by darter_blue/ @darter-blue (Shrunkyclunks | 8K | Explicit): So Steve ran out on him.Ran out saying 'I'll call, you' which everyone knows means Bucky just got ghosted. Except it turns out his booty call might be more than Bucky bargained for. How deep is he willing to dig to chase the answers to his questions? And why is he finding it so impossible to say no to this guy? Steve Rogers, who ARE you... (Part 3 of 💙 Pressure)

Pressure Rising by darter_blue/ @darter-blue (Shrunkyclunks | 7K | Explicit): Waking up in a farmhouse, on an apple orchard, in the arms of a man who could bench press a minivan, with eyelashes like a disney princess and shoulders like a greek god is Bucky's fantasy turned reality.Except this is sort of a kidnapping.And his life might be falling apart in the real world.And Bucky might not give a shit, because Steve Rogers is like a drug, and Bucky just can't get enough.Also, it turns out, maybe Bucky is a drug for Steve too... (Part 4 of 💙 Pressure)

Pressing You Down by darter_blue/ @darter-blue (Shrunkyclunks | 8K | Explicit): Steve Rogers is a master tactician, a supersoldier, a born leader. So why is it, as the team are closing in on an epic mission, two years in the making, that Bucky Barnes (and his thighs, lets face it, men have bled for less) and the possibility of he and Steve having a future together, might be enough to compromise everything his team have worked so long for.Actually, maybe it doesn't have to...Maybe everything is about to work out exactly the way Steve wants it to.Well... A man can dream. (Part 5 of 💙 Pressure)

💙 and the next by mcwho (Time traveling | 12K | Explicit): They have him in the common room of all places, and they won’t let Steve see him. or: a time-travel glitch lands 1936's bucky right in 2025 steve's lap

Reading in progress

Adorably awkward by darter_blue/ @darter-blue (Shrunkyclunks | 32K | Explicit): The one where Bucky uses Steve's car window as a mirror and Steve can appreciate the view...

WIP

💙 Heirloom by 2bestfriends/ @addyetc (Royalty AU, Arranged Marriage | 4/5 | 17K | Explicit): King Steven Grant Rogers of Aphekion is only 20 years old. He relies on the wisdom of his advisors, the strength and honesty of his people, and the love and kindness his mother left to him. He wants nothing more than to honor them all by bringing peace to his kingdom. So much has been sacrificed already. If he must sacrifice his hope for love, then so be it.

💙 Revenance by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel, SinpaiCasanova (The Old Guard AU/The Song of Achilles AU | 2/? | 5K | Mature): And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. Or, the one where Steve and Bucky are immortal and used to be known as Achilles and Patroclus.

💙 With Only You by brucespringsteen (Time Travel | 6/9 | 35K | Explicit): Steve, semi-retired and still a bastard who doesn’t follow rules, touches a cube that sends him to 1938, eighty-six years in the past. He takes it well. Bucky, twenty-one and baby-faced, takes it even better.

💙 Sergeant Barnes and Colonel Rogers: Lessons in Lust, Longing and Inappropriate Erections. by darter_blue/ @darter-blue (Shrunkyclunks | 1/4 | 5K | Explicit): Bucky Barnes is a decorated (though young) Sergeant in the United States Army, a Ranger with the 75th regiment, a sniper of unparalleled skill; he still expects his first day as an Avenger to be challenging. He is not at all prepared for the greatest challenge to be one hot as fuck, steely eyed, Colonel Rogers. More specifically, he is not expecting the greatest challenge to be keeping his dick under control whenever Colonel Rogers, with his broad shoulders and his authoritative command and his fucking thick, gorgeous beard, enters into Bucky's immediate vicinity.

💙 Tender is the Ghost by Hark_bananas/ @harkbananas (Post-WS | 6/12 | 70K | Explicit): This thought is uncontrollably followed by another one: I’m not alone anymore. He looks over his shoulder, through the kitchen door, to where Bucky is sitting at his usual place at the head of the dining table, and he feels an unconstrainable smile breaking out across his face, the barest hint of threatening tears along its bright edge. Bucky is still looking past Steve’s left ear, but slowly, gingerly, one side of his mouth quirks up. Steve feels giddy, he wants to shout, or faint, or something to relieve the carbonated pressure that is bubbling up inside of him. Instead, he laughs, short and cheerful, and opens the oven door. (Part 2 of Tender is the Ghost)

💙 A Call to Motion by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel (Uni AU | 2/? | 16K | Explicit): He was a jock, he did ballet, what more can I say? (aka: Steve’s football coach sends him to learn ballet to improve his game, Bucky is the dance TA tasked with teaching him).

💙 Bespoke by the1918/ @the1918 (Shrunkyclunks, ABO AU | 7/10 | 72K | Explicit): “I love you, too. So fucking much,” Steve answered. His voice sounded cracked and exhausted, an exposed nerve ending in the shape of a man. “Some days I still don’t believe you’re real. Feels— feels like somehow, I’ve always loved you. Even when I didn’t know you.” Bucky smiled softly at that and felt his heart threaten to explode. Still straddling his lap, he reached a hand up to cup Steve’s cheek. “You’ve always known me,” he stated, simply. “I was made for you, remember?” (Part 2 of 💙Compatible)

💙 Songbird by chicklette/ @chicklette (Singer Bucky, Fake relationship | 13/15 | 61K | Explicit): At 43, James Barnes is a washed up old man. He’s got a dozen Grammys in the hall closet, an agent that can’t get him a deal, a decade-old case of writer’s block, a moody teen-aged daughter, and the gorgeous actress Natasha Romanova for an ex-wife. Enter Steven Grant Rogers, struggling twenty-something, orphan, and someone who has no idea who Barnes is. The two men meet by accident, doing nothing more than passing the time in a quiet bar. But when a pap gets a shot of the two men embracing, Bucky takes it as a chance to finally come out as bisexual, and his agent makes him a proposition: Ten new songs and one very sweet boyfriend will get him a new record deal that will maybe, just maybe put him back on top. Now all he has to do is write the songs, convince the kid, and not fall in love. Should be easy, right?

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plumoh · 5 years ago

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[FE3H] keen ears and sharp eyes

Word count: 9103

Summary: Among the soldiers of their battalions, Sylvain and Felix's relationship becomes a topic of interest. A story of knights gossiping about their lieges. / Sylvix

Note: AO3 link. I love the idea of battalions! There are spoilers for the entirety of the Azure Moon route.

Richard Dumont is an average man, with average skills and average intellect. His blond hair cropped short on his head and his blue eyes aren’t what he considers his best physical traits. He’s not good enough to get into the Royal Guard, but he’s strong-willed and he wields a lance with accuracy, so that should count for something.

He’s been part of the knights of Gautier for more than ten years, ever since he was a squire in his teens, and he’s been assigned to Lord Sylvain Gautier’s troops for the past five years. He’s older than him, and yet it feels like there is a whole world separating them—even when he discounts the fact he’s the son of a minor noble and Sylvain is his lord. Richard isn’t someone who takes his ambitions too seriously, and he hates doing more than what is necessary, so of course, he thought he wouldn’t be too put upon to obey the orders of the infamous skirt-chasing, good-for-nothing Gautier heir.

“Stop complaining.” His friend Fabrice Bertin, also part of the battalion for the same amount of time as him, levels him with an annoyed look. “We’re all alive and well.”

“You can’t tell me you didn’t lose at least twenty years of your lifespan with all the shit he’s pulled,” Richard growls, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Obeying the orders isn’t hard; they’re knights, vassals who do the bidding of their lord. Obeying the orders while knowing full well that’s not going to end prettily calls upon his hardened determination to never waver.

“Next time he’s all yours, I’m not carrying his sorry ass back to camp if he wants to get injured or die so badly.”

Fabrice rolls his eyes and shoves his shoulder, clearly not as bothered as Richard is, which is kind of unfair and unrealistic because Lord Gautier has caused them so much grief ever since they’ve actively joined the war after the Millenium Festival of 1185. Richard thought that, as a noble heir with such a mighty weapon as the Lance of Ruin, his lord would value his life a little bit more instead of throwing himself into danger, like he knows someone will save him one way or another. Or, he doesn’t expect anything at all and is just that stupid.

“Please don’t be so rude towards our lord, people are going to think you’ll betray us,” Fabrice sighs.

Well, Richard might actually do that and defect to Adrestia if he starts getting gray hair at only twenty-nine years old.

***

When Richard has nothing to do in-between missions or training exercises, he walks around the monastery. There is always a cat or a dog to pet to kill time, or some people to spy on to obtain juicy gossip and entertain his dull life that only consists of fighting, drinking, and more fighting. He doesn’t have many friends in the army, not for lack of trying but he just doesn’t know how to strike up a conversation and… keep going.

This is about to change though, to his dismay, as the two knights hiding behind a big tree in the gardens are loudly whispering and wildly looking around, pointing to something at the tables. Richard slows his steps, curious and more bored than he thought he’d be.

“I told you he’d accept!”

“When has he not?”

“I clearly remember that one time he locked himself in the training grounds until morning and left Lord Gautier waiting for him.”

Richard nearly trips over his own feet, his head swivelling around so fast that he almost breaks his neck. It draws the attention of the knights, who turn their heads in his direction to stare at him. By doing so Richard has now a clear view of who they are spying on and—he’s not that surprised to see Lord Gautier with Lord Fraldarius, actually.

“Aren’t you guys afraid of Lord Fraldarius hunting you down if he has wind of your spying?” he blurts out without thinking.

The two knights share a look, communicating whatever they can with their eyes. Richard doesn’t give a crap if they get caught, but if his own lord is involved in gossip with Lord Fraldarius, then he needs to know immediately because that would be the most interesting thing he’ll hear all week.

“You… are a Gautier knight,” the girl says, frowning at his collar that sports a small Gautier coat of arms stitched on the fabric.

“And you guys must be Fraldarius soldiers,” Richard deduces by the teal of their clothes.

However, before they can continue the introductions, they hear chairs rattling and an angry shout that can be only Lord Fraldarius’s.

“I’m done. Come find me when you’ve stopped being an idiot.”

Lord Fraldarius turns on his heels and leaves the gardens, as Lord Gautier follows him.

“Come on Felix, I already apologized. It’s not like I do it on purpose! I’ll be more careful next time…”

They are too far away for them to hear any more, but Richard has a good idea of what this is about. He glances at the table they’ve left, still full of biscuits, two cups of tea with one empty and the other half-finished. Well, someone will have to clean that up and that’s certainly not Richard.

“They’ve been arguing about the last battle and what they should have done to avoid unnecessary injuries,” the man supplies with a small smile. “Lord Gautier seems to care a lot about Lord Fraldarius.”

“They’re childhood friends,” Richard answers with a shrug. “And here I thought it would be interesting gossip…”

“Oh, but that’s the second time today Lord Gautier tried to talk to our lord,” the girl retorts. “They always seem to be together, don’t you think?”

Richard shrugs again.

***

Sparring with Fabrice becomes increasingly frustrating because the guy has gotten faster and easily dodges every hard swing of Richard’s lance. Someone wielding an axe shouldn’t be allowed to be so light on his feet.

“You’re putting too much weight forward.”

Both Richard and Fabrice abruptly stop what they’re doing, nevermind accidentally stabbing each other when they lower their weapons, to stare at the girl judging their spar. Richard raises an eyebrow.

“You again.”

It’s the girl from the Fraldarius soldiers, from a few days ago. She still has that stern look on her round face that makes her look really older than she probably is. Richard is sure if she stopped frowning so much, people wouldn’t run away so fast from her. She has black hair cut in a bob, just above the shoulders and curling inward. She’s rather small, only arriving at Richard’s shoulders, but he’s learned not to judge on appearances, especially someone who is actively fighting in their army.

“Are you a foot soldier or a cavalryman?” she asks, gesturing to them without a care in the world.

“Cavalryman,” Richard replies. “Most of us Gautier knights are.”

“What’s your name?” Fabrice interrupts with a smile, ever the diplomat.

The girl seems to need only one look at Fabrice to decide she prefers him over Richard because her eyes lose their hard edge and wow, Richard feels so appreciated.

“Violette Moreau. I work for House Fraldarius.” She then turns to Richard. “I was saying you put too much weight forward, keep your legs steady and that should help you land more hits. And before you ask, I also use a lance in combat.”

Richard has met this Violette twice and he already feels annoyed deep in his bones.

“Do you need something or are you just here to lecture me on my skills?”

Violette rolls her eyes while Fabrice elbows him in the side.

“We should keep an eye on each other during battle,” she says. “I know our battalions don’t always fight alongside each other, but when we do, we should make sure our lords don’t do something too reckless.”

Richard doesn’t know if he should feel grateful there’s someone else who shares his opinion.

“They can take care of themselves,” Fabrice points out, putting the hand not holding his axe on his hip. “And we can’t be on the lookout for every one of their moves.”

“Well, that’s why I enlist your help,” Violette says. “I’m getting tired of seeing Lord Fraldarius yell at us in frustration whenever Lord Gautier covers for him.”

There is nothing Fabrice can retort to this, and while Richard still feels conflicted about the whole sharing the same opinion as a girl who probably should still be in school, he jumps at the opportunity.

“Deal. Lord Gautier has the nasty of habit of pretending he’s immortal, so we’re also getting something out of this.”

Violette laughs, loudly.

***

Defending the monastery is easier when they have clear directions, but also when Prince Dimitri is here to be a one-man army decimating his enemies before they know he’s reached them. Richard has seen the horrors of the battlefield enough times to be desensitised, or at least let his brain wander somewhere that is not the macabre sight of bodies littering the ground, but he’s still caught off guard when he sees his prince in action. Five years of hiding and survival, driven by vengeance, would do that, he supposes.

They finish the battle without a hitch; some people sustained non-lethal injuries and are resting wherever they can, and the healers must be quite confused if not relieved by the prospect of not spending two days straight mending cuts or keeping someone alive.

Richard and the rest of the battalion head for the stables, tired but satisfied and at ease, for once. Fabrice nudges his arm.

“I know you were busy reaching those ballistas so you didn’t see, but Lord Gautier behaved today,” he whispers, glancing around probably to make sure nobody is listening in. “You should have seen the way everyone looked at him at the end of the battle, we were all so surprised that he wasn’t bleeding!”

“We shouldn’t even be able to joke about it,” Richard grumbles.

“I know, that’s why I’m a bit hysterical about it.”

Fabrice is someone who is usually level-headed and composed, never straying far from the path of knighthood, but Richard knows that he conceals a lot of mischief underneath all that principled front he displays. Between the two of them, the biggest gossip is undoubtedly Fabrice.

They tend to their horses for a while, reveling in the peaceful atmosphere that always follows post-battle. Then, Lord Gautier saunters in, leading his black mare to her box to take care of her. He insists on doing it himself since he apparently wants to have the most beautiful steed to head into battle, so everybody just lets him do whatever he wishes.

“Excellent job everyone!” he praises enthusiastically, as if they didn’t just witness imperial troops being torn apart by their own prince. “I’m glad you’re all safe.”

“We’re glad you’re safe, Lord Gautier,” Richard mutters, then yelps when Fabrice stomps on his foot.

However, Lord Gautier laughs boisterously, waving a hand around, not at all taking offense to this jab.

“Get some rest after this, you all deserved it. I, for one, am glad I can sleep tonight in a nice bed with charming company.”

The rule within this battalion is to keep quiet whenever Lord Gautier brings up his unsavory habits, at least until he’s walked away. Richard is pretty sure their liege is doing this on purpose to fuel the rumor mill for some goddamn reason, but that’s not his place to call him out on it—Lady Galatea is loud enough for all of them.

***

Two days later, in the dining hall eating fish cooked with too many spices, Richard is rudely interrupted during his meal by Violette slamming her tray on the table next to him, also startling Fabrice mid-bite.

“What do you want?” Richard groans.

“Look,” Violette hisses, jerking her chin towards the back of the room.

He glances at where she’s pointing at, then looks back at her.

“Lord Gautier and Lord Fraldarius are eating together. So what?”

“Am I the only one who’s not blind?” Violette whines almost childishly.

“If you are suggesting what I think you are, please stop,” Fabrice sputters, running a hand through his unruly brown hair. “Not only is it unappropriate, but it’s also not our business.”

“What? What am I missing?”

Richard attempts another peek at the two nobles, but he’s too far away to hear what they’re talking about and he only has view of Lord Gautier’s face. He’s smiling brightly, unable to stop speaking as he seemingly carries a conversation on his own, though he does sometimes pause and nods. Lord Fraldarius hasn’t left the table yet so their squabble from a few weeks ago must have been settled, or he’s about to get up and leave any time soon.

“They’re childhood friends,” Richard repeats a previous argument.

“I’ve worked for House Fraldarius for two years now, and I’ve never seen Lord Fraldarius so comfortable around someone,” Violette tells them in a conspiratorial tone.

“They’re childhood friends, miss Violette.”

“Lord Gautier is friendly with everyone,” Fabrice adds helpfully.

“There’s something we have to protect! Aymon agrees with me!”

Richard guesses Aymon is the black-haired man who was also spying on them the other day.

“How old are you, eleven?”

“I’m twenty, thank you very much!”

Fabrice makes a pained noise, while Richard heavily sighs. He did see this coming.

“You’re still a fucking child.”

Violette growls, stabbing her fish very threateningly, and Richard thinks that maybe he doesn’t deserve to be roped into this mess more than he intended—and that all started because he was bored and wanted to hear gossip.

***

The problem is that now, he can’t unsee it.

Working for House Gautier comes with the privilege of being associated with House Fraldarius. That wasn’t always the case, according to history, but the past years and the war against the Empire have made it clear that Lord Gautier values his friendship with Lord Fraldarius a lot; the five years during which Prince Dimitri was presumed dead, the armies of both territories would go on missions together, after Margrave Gautier and Duke Fraldarius exchanged information. Richard is familiar with House Fraldarius’s fighting style, if not with their lords.

He also knows that Lord Gautier isn’t fond of training (or rather, excessive training), so he can’t hide his surprise when he sees him with a training lance in hand, grinning at Lord Fraldarius who, as usual, looks about to murder someone. Fabrice wants to watch, though, and Richard doesn’t deny he’s a bit curious.

It comes as less of a surprise when Lord Gautier gets his ass handed to him, because Richard has learned early on that people from Fraldarius like being stealthy, quick and sneaky—all soldiers don’t fight this way, but Lord Fraldarius sure follows that trend. Lord Gautier didn’t stand a chance, with his heavy hits and defensive stance that seem to hold no more secrets for the other man.

“Do you think Lord Gautier is losing on purpose?” Fabrice whispers, a hand covering his mouth.

“I don’t think so. I wouldn’t last two seconds against Lord Fraldarius.” Richard shrugs.

It keeps happening; after dinner, Richard sees them heading to the training grounds, even when their men are inviting them to drink in town. Despite all the whining and complaining, Lord Gautier never refuses a spar, as if he enjoys getting beaten or flung around. His pout easily transforms into a blinding smile when he trails after his childhood friend (not that Richard is paying clear attention to his face, not really), and they immediately get to work not to waste precious time improving their technique. Lord Fraldarius looks the happiest when he has a sword in hand, eyes glinting with drive and face bright with anticipation.

If they’re not training together, sometimes they are just sitting in the gardens or near the pond to talk. Lord Gautier does most of the talking, but there is not doubt Lord Fraldarius is sporting a smile of his own, relaxed in a way that he never shows in front of his troops. Even when people are surrounding them, they always seem to be in a world nobody else has access to. Arms casually brushing, sitting close together, leaning their faces close to whisper something. It’s a bit… nice to see, maybe, but mostly it’s embarrassing, because Richard feels he’s intruding on something that he shouldn’t witness, oozing familiarity and serenity born of years of trust, so he always quickly leaves before he starts feeling even weirder.

Richard doesn’t mean to follow them, he just happens to stumble upon their private meetings because apparently the Goddess has decided he will invest his entire time to collecting evidence of the strong bond between Lord Gautier and Lord Fraldarius. That doesn’t mean he believes they are a thing, since he can hardly imagine their fickle skirt-chasing lord settling down with anyone, but the more he looks, the more he realizes that Lord Gautier’s entire posture has rid itself of excessive pressure and that if he spends time with Lord Fraldarius, he has few opportunities left to go around picking up girls. It’s all hypothetical, of course, as Richard doesn’t keep his eyes glued to their every move, but perhaps there is some truth in their assumption.

And, well, at least Lord Fraldarius knows how much trouble Lord Gautier is.

***

Richard is going to lose his mind.

Not only are they boiling and getting cooked by the heat of the Valley of Torment and walking on the ground that is more lava than rubble, he has to listen to Lord Gautier’s complaining about being too hot when everyone is too hot. And they’re saving water in case something bad happens, as if they haven’t made sure their little expedition goes unnoticed.

“Shut up,” Lord Fraldarius growls, probably just as fed up with Lord Gautier’s voice as everyone else. “If you keep thinking it’s too hot, then you’ll feel it even more, idiot.”

“Actual advice from you, Felix? I’m touched.”

Richard wipes the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and immediately regrets it when he remembers he’s wearing gauntlets and they fucking burn, Goddess fucking damn it.

“It’s my last advice to you, before I leave you here to rot.”

“You wouldn’t do that, you’d miss my presence that brings light to your life!”

“If you have enough energy to say nonsense, then you’re fine.”

Why did Richard decide to walk at the front? He isn’t even a high-ranking soldier in the battalion, he could have just stayed in the back rows of the battalion for his own peace of mind. Nobody is faring well enough to give a damn about formation, even Byleth seems to be focused on where her feet are carrying her while Sir Gilbert pretends he isn’t melting on the spot. Fabrice hasn’t said a word since they’ve entered the Valley, and Richard would have thought he got left behind if it weren’t for his hand gripping his arm from time to time for support.

“Are you seriously keeping your jacket? I can see smoke coming off your head, Felix, aren’t you hot?”

“Of course I’m hot, we’re surrounded by fucking lava!”

Richard tries very, very hard to invent telepathy by staring at the back of Lord Gautier’s head to tell him to keep his lips sealed, but unfortunately, he’s only a soldier wielding a lance with barely any affinity with magic.

“Not as hot as me!”

If Lord Gautier dies today at the hands of Lord Fraldarius, he probably deserved it.

The battle, though. Knights are trained to fight in all types of weather, but that doesn’t mean they’re good at it—it takes a huge toll on their body and their mind to so much as stay upright, so swinging around a weapon sounds like a tremendous effort. It’s regretful to see that House Rowe is the one who stands in their way, but at least they’re not better prepared than them in these conditions.

Richard didn’t bring his horse to avoid having another live being to give water to, so now he’s fighting alongside other foot soldiers, including Violette and Aymon, the latter holding a sword. The cavalrymen are trying to clear a path for them to finish off the enemies, which means that Lord Gautier is up there killing his opponents in one fell swoop with the atrocity that is the Lance of Ruin. Richard tries not to think about being impaled by the teeth of the lance and focuses on his own fight.

“You think you can shoot down that damn mage over the lava river?” he asks Aymon, who has a bow strapped to his back.

He nods sharply, and immediately switches weapons. Richard has been trying to dodge the thunderbolts but it’s getting increasingly frustrating to do so with all the swinging and the running around. He also doesn’t want to tempt fate and let the mage unleash a stronger spell to scatter their formation.

Violette is light on her feet, showing that despite her young age she knows what she’s doing and that she’s been training just as seriously as they have all been. Richard is impressed, but he isn’t going to tell her that.

“You take right, I take left?” Richard grins at her, and she huffs but doesn’t protest.

Their movements are sluggish at worst, and clumsy at best, but they still manage to make quick work of their enemies. Aymon has resorted to exclusively shooting arrows while Richard and Violette twirl their lances. The enemy forces are all over the place, probably panicked at seeing their numbers decreasing at rapid pace, so Richard thinks it safe to scan his surroundings to make sure no bad surprise will spring on him.

The surprise does stay away from him, but his eyes widen and his mouth is already forming words, but his warning comes too late.

“Lord Fraldarius, behind you!”

Lord Fraldarius whirls around, a flurry of blue and white, but he’s not fast enough to dodge the arrow that mercilessly gets buried in his stomach. Violette is cursing somewhere on his side and she rushes to her lord, while Richard and Aymon are left dealing with the remaining soldiers that won’t back down, even when they hear the arrival of Duke Fraldarius’s troops.

When Richard strikes down his last opponent, he hears the frantic galloping of a familiar black mare and he catches a glimpse of Lord Gautier cutting his way through people to get to Lord Fraldarius’s side, who stubbornly tries to stay standing despite Violette’s protests. Richard is too far away to know exactly what is going on, but he sees how agitated Lord Gautier is, hovering near his friend and wildly gesturing to his horse, most likely attempting to convince him to get on it. There is a lot of blood for a single injury, so maybe all this fussing is warranted if Lord Fraldarius is hiding further injuries. Richard surveys his surroundings one last time, then when he’s sure everything is fine, he pats Aymon on the back and he joins his liege, just in time to see him hauling Lord Fraldarius on his horse without a care in the world. Unsurprisingly, there is a lot of yelling involved.

“Put me down, Sylvain! The battle isn’t over yet!”

“Lord Rodrigue has arrived, things will be fine. You’re bleeding, do you want me to leave you here and die?”

“I’ve had worse in the past!”

“You’re already on the horse, Felix, stop arguing with me.”

Lord Gautier dumps Lord Fraldarius on his mare, mounts it and rolls his eyes when he sees Richard staring.

“You guys see what I have to put up with every day?” Lord Gautier chuckles, though his usual cheer is absent.

“I’m pretty sure we’re dealing with you in the same way,” Richard informs him flatly.

“Don’t talk like this to your liege,” Violette hisses.

“Nah, it’s fine, I’m used to Richard’s encouraging words.” Lord Gautier sounds a little more genuine. “I’ll leave the rest to you while I go look for Mercedes. Duke Fraldarius is taking care of the Gray Lion as we speak, go assist him if everything’s cleared on this side.”

He adjusts Lord Fraldarius in his lap, carefully not jostling him too much, almost cradling him with the way he’s holding onto his waist, while the swordsman seems to struggle not to cling to him for better purchase, all of this under Richard’s, Violette’s and Aymon’s eyes.

“Come on Felix, I’m not letting you fall but get a good grip on me, yeah?”

“Shut up,” Lord Fraldarius grumbles, but he does slump against Lord Gautier and one of his arm finds its way behind Lord Gautier’s back, his fingers curling around his waist.

Lord Gautier then kicks into his horse side and off he goes.

Richard is tired.

“Can I quit,” he says to no one in particular.

Aymon chokes on his snickering. “Can you do it after the war? You’re a good fighter.”

“Well, if these two men that are supposed to be our future leaders don’t kill me first, I hope the war will.”

“Stop saying nonsense and get to work,” Violette sighs.

***

Fabrice howls with laughter.

Richard thinks that he wouldn’t be laughing so much if he were there to witness the whole scene at the Valley of Torment. Some friend he is.

“Come on, don’t tell me you believe what Violette is saying,” Fabrice wheezes. “You seemed to find the idea preposterous.”

“I still do,” Richard grumbles, putting his face in his hands. “But I have to admit they’re driving me crazy. Their behaviors are driving me crazy. Look!”

The dining hall is full of soldiers coming from Fraldarius territory. Duke Fraldarius was seen with Byleth not long ago to discuss some plans or to deliver information, and it’s no secret that he doesn’t get along with his son. Lord Fraldarius has been avoiding communal places so naturally, Lord Gautier played the errand boy for him. Richard, once again, is definitely not eavesdropping, but he overheard his liege saying that Lord Fraldarius will starve if nobody takes care of him. He looked a bit too happy to do it.

Right now, they’re sitting side by side in the far corner of the hall, across Lady Galatea who probably has gone through their banter and their nonsense her whole life. They’re animatedly talking about one thing or another while Lord Fraldarius is shoveling food in his mouth, most likely to get out of here as soon as possible, shrugging off Lord Gautier’s hand that keeps falling on his shoulder to nudge him into the conversation. Richard bets his first born that anyone else would have had their arm chopped off.

Lord Gautier leans close, invading Lord Fraldarius’s space like he has all the rights to do so to whisper something, and that must have been one time too many because Lord Fraldarius puts his palm on his friend’s whole face to push him away, cheeks red and uncaring of the muffled protest tumbling out of Lord Gautier’s mouth. Lady Galatea sighs, and so does Richard.

“See? They’re acting like… like teenagers.”

“I think it’s nice to see them so carefree outside of battle,” Fabrice says, thoughtfully. “The war made us all grow up too fast, so we shouldn’t expect them to be so mature, even if they’re our lieges.”

Richard frowns. He glances back at Lord Gautier, his eternal grin plastered on his face as he dodges Lord Fraldarius’s batting. There is something easy in their interaction, not shackled by expectation or image. Faerghan nobility has always valued appearances and the prestige of their names, but war doesn’t care about these titles—they have to prove themselves and how helpful they can be during this conflict. Gautier and Fraldarius are the last resisting forces against the Empire, and they can’t afford to fail. Maybe everyone is fighting like it’s their last battle, though a lot of knights, the heirs of these Houses included, must fight like it’s the first to many others.

“Relaxing and being ourselves are our only respite,” Fabrice adds with a smile.

Richard relents. “Alright. If they’re still teenagers deep down, then there’s nothing else we can do to put them out of their misery.”

“You’re not that old yourself.”

“I’m a grown adult, thank you very much.”

Fabrice pats him on the back, chuckling to himself as Richard glances one last time at the two heirs, now comfortably pressed against each other, shoulder to shoulder.

***

“You… want to know what I’ll do after the war?”

“Yeah, I realized I haven’t been the most communicative with my troops.”

Lord Gautier is grinning from ear to ear, casually leaning against the frame of the wall where Richard is tending to his horse. It’s early in the morning, barely moments after the sun has risen, and Richard doesn’t remember a time his liege has gotten up so readily during those five years following the start of the war.

“I don’t know, we have to win the war first,” he answers slowly.

“Don’t be such a pessimist, just imagine victory is already ours and tell me about your plans!”

It’s a weird question, but a legitimate one. He’s brought up the topic with Fabrice once or twice, only to kill time, without any real intent to act on what they’ve shared.

“I guess I’ll keep being a knight, offer my services for the Crown and help where I’m needed. I don’t have much of an idea, really.”

Lord Gautier hums thoughtfully, looking at the sky and a finger tapping against his chin.

“I guess that’s what most knights will do,” he says. “The continent won’t be at peace right after we defeat the Empire.”

“That would be extremely naive of people who think otherwise,” Richard comments. “Why are you asking me this? Do you have something in mind?”

Lord Gautier shrugs, his smile fading a little but still firmly in place.

“Not a lot of people have told me they’re going to leave everything behind and start a family, or go back to their loved ones. I thought that they’d rejoice at the prospect of quitting and living peacefully.”

Richard has thought about this, of course. He has thought about living in a comfortable house, doing paperwork and going wherever he wanted to fulfill whatever whim of the day he feels. But he’s been raised as a knight, has shaped his entire life around the concept of knighthood, and after spending so much time swinging a lance and riding in terrible Faerghus weather, he doesn’t know how else he can live.

“Maybe those people can’t picture what this kind of life will be,” Richard suggests. “I can’t, for my part. If I had someone to return to or if I had a dream completely different from what I have now, maybe I’d quit to pursue it.”

He thinks about his conversation Fabrice, about expectations and staying true to themselves, and smiles at Lord Gautier.

“Some people want to do their own thing, others like being swept by the flow of life, even if that’s not what they truly want. For now I’m just content continuing what I’m doing.” He pauses, studying Lord Gautier’s face that betrays none of his thoughts. “Does that answer your question?”

Lord Gautier, Richard has learned in the past few months, is someone who thinks a lot. He likes displaying a happy front and the whole battalion pretends they’re sick of his exuberant behavior, but Richard knows they all appreciate it, himself included. Lord Gautier thinks a lot but doesn’t share how his mind works with his soldiers, so this little heart-to-heart is most likely the closest he’s allowing himself to lay bare his thoughts.

“Thanks for your honesty, Richard,” Lord Gautier says warmly, unsticking himself from the wall to clap him on the shoulder. “I hope you’ll keep working for me in the long run.”

“Well, I just said I don’t know what else I’d be doing if I quit being a knight,” Richard snorts.

And Lord Gautier laughs at that, waving with his hand held above his head even as he’s walking away.

***

On their way to Gronder Field, riding miserably in uncertain lands with morale at varying degrees, Violette slides next to him despite the fact her battalion is all the way in the back.

“I don’t like this,” she announces, face scrunched up and unhappy. “Lord Fraldarius is on edge. I think he fought with Duke Fraldarius and His Highness again.”

“That’s not unusual, why are you telling me that?”

“That means as a soldier of his battalion, I’ll have to work harder to watch over him, since he’s going to be more agitated.”

Richard knows he’s mocked her for her age, but to be quite honest, Violette is packed with more maturity and wisdom than most.

“I’ll keep an eye on them,” Richard sighs, and Violette smiles gratefully at him.

When they set up camp a little after sundown, it’s Fabrice who tugs on his arm to point at Lord Gautier hovering near Lord Fraldarius. They are setting up their own tents, and even though Lord Fraldarius has his back turned to Lord Gautier, it’s evident he’s listening; his movements are brisk but his posture isn’t so stiff he’s rejecting the idea of conversation. They speak quietly, away from prying eyes and eavesdropping ears. The upcoming battle isn’t a nice one and everyone is a bundle of nerves waiting to explode.

However, Lord Fraldarius is slowly turning his head, facing Lord Gautier without lashing out at him, which shouldn’t feel as extraordinary as it does. Lord Gautier wraps an arm around his shoulders, and still lives. They are still murmuring, tents forgotten.

Richard averts his eyes. He’s seen enough of their familiarity and the intimacy of their exchange to know that it’s not his place to judge. There are some things he’s not aware of, some events he’s not privy to, so he can’t understand the extent of their relationship—and if they’re happy and satisfied with what they have, then he’s glad for them.

***

The Battle at Gronder is a mitigated disaster. The Prince of Faerghus has come back to his senses at the cost of many of their soldiers’ lives, including Duke Fraldarius.

Richard is too exhausted by the fighting and too relieved at seeing his companions alive to truly process what this entails. The journey back to the monastery is silent and oppressive, and it’s only when they’ve reached the gates that people really start talking. Byleth and the generals of their army don’t call for a war council right away, to no one’s surprise. They all spend a day recuperating and trying to put some order in their personal feelings.

“This sucks,” Richard mumbles, rolling a piece of bread between his fingers, sitting on the stairs facing the pond.

“I feel so bad for Lord Fraldarius,” Aymon sniffles. “We should have been faster.”

“The girl was already one step ahead of us,” Violette grumbles, but her voice is wavering. “I wish I knew what I could say.”

“Sometimes, words mean nothing.”

Fabrice is looking at the darkening sky, deep in thought. Richard has always quietly admired his friend’s resolve and strength in times like these, but maybe he only saw what he wanted to, since Fabrice is clearly not holding it together as well as he’s thought.

Nobody in the Gautier battalion comments on the absence of their liege for several consecutive days at meal times or in the stables. The most they see of him is a blur of red and black running from one point to another, giving a tight smile to whoever looking at him or a wave to people he’s closer to. Richard doesn’t have the heart to ask him if he’s alright, because the answer is obvious when Lord Fraldarius still hasn’t left the training grounds. There is no proof either of them is sleeping.

This doesn’t last long, though. A week passes, and Byleth organizes a strategy meeting which Lord Gautier and Lord Fraldarius attend to. While Lord Gautier offers a tired smile to his troops, Lord Fraldarius remains silent. He looks like death has nearly claimed him, eyes heavy with loss, body stiff and guarded. Lord Gautier sticks close to him and guides him towards the meeting room, although Lord Fraldarius draws away from the touch like he’s been burned. They don’t quite look at each other either, there are fleeting glances that everybody seems to notice but doesn’t acknowledge. It’s uncomfortable to watch, and Richard feels bad for being glad he doesn’t need to step into the room with them.

Fabrice taps him on the shoulder and they go wait in the knights’ hall. Violette and Aymon are probably training or having a meeting of their own with the other Fraldarius soldiers; Richard is struck by the thought that he now seeks their company, when all this started with something as trivial as gossip. They were bound to see each other around, given their affiliations with their Houses, but it’s… pleasing to think of them as friends.

“Goddess, let’s hope this war ends soon,” Richard deeply sighs, and Fabrice nods his assent.

When Lord Gautier announces they plan on taking back Fhirdiad, expression a bit softer than the last time they saw him, everyone’s shoulders sag with visible relief, and Richard wants to believe that maybe the end isn’t that far away.

***

Lord Fraldarius doesn’t act any differently—he’s still harsh, all sharp edges and not mincing his words, but the tension in his body has lessened somewhat, or so Violette reports. Richard knows that Lord Gautier isn’t glued to his side anymore, so maybe that’s a factor to take into account, though the most likely reason for this appeased Lord Fraldarius must be Prince Dimitri’s look that’s not haunted anymore.

Richard still keeps a close eye on Lord Gautier, because his tendencies to get injured haven’t decreased one bit and the elation at the prospect of saving their people is a bit too palpable in the air. Richard usually isn’t the one to remain clear-headed, but it’s never too late to start acting responsibly, he supposes.

They rush through the city and storm the castle as fast as possible, not wishing to inflict more pain on these people who have suffered at the hands of Cornelia for so long. Richard’s lance has never felt both so heavy and so light at the same time, driven by adrenaline alone as he follows orders without even thinking, trusting his commander to make the right decision at such a critical time. Fabrice is a constant at his side and watches his back; Lord Gautier is laser-focused, speaking clearly and swinging the Lance of Ruin for deathly blows. The assaults are effective, even when these magical defense mechanisms slow their advance.

They win. The roar of the battle comes to a halt when Prince Dimitri takes Cornelia’s life, and the entire army shouts with joy.

“We took our Kingdom back!”

“We should celebrate!”

And celebrate they do. Richard is sore and can’t feel his legs anymore after riding and fighting for such a prolonged time, but his face is stuck in a grin and he pats the back of everyone he comes across, ruffles Violette’s hair even when she yelps, and puts his elbow on Fabrice’s shoulder as he peers at the food they found in the castle, for a hastily made buffet to the delight of many.

Glasses of alcohol are served and eventually whole bottles are passed around, and Richard is too busy eating and drinking to notice that most of their generals are also enjoying themselves and loosening up. He suspects Violette possesses a sixth sense to spot him in crowds as she pushes her way through to stand next to him and aggressively points towards the balcony.

“They went outside,” she says in what should be a whisper, but comes out very loud.

Richard glances at the double doors giving on the balcony, then shakes his head.

“Leave them be, Violette,” he replies not unkindly. “Today’s a day of celebration. They probably have things to say to each other, or something.”

Violette bristles and she glares at him, folding her arms and not looking as intimidating as she wants to with the flush on her face.

“I’m just hoping they’ll do… something,” she mutters. “I want them to be happy.”

And Richard is reminded yet again of how young Violette is compared to him, but only a couple years younger than the people they’re talking about.

“You care for your liege, huh?” he asks gently.

“Of course I do, I’m supposed to fight and protect House Fraldarius. That’s how I’ve decided to live.”

“Then let them decide what they want for themselves at their own pace.”

They’ve reconquered Fhirdiad and they’ve had a taste of what victory feels like. Their minds are muddled with this euphoria and they’re only thinking about how good it is to have control over something in this war, especially after what happened at Gronder Field. It’s a natural reaction to what they’ve been through—so rushing into happiness and desires isn’t on anyone’s radar, especially not on Lord Gautier’s and Lord Fraldarius’s. There is still a shadow cast on their future and the outcome of this campaign. That’s what Richard thinks, anyway, in this party where it’s easy to indulge in small pleasures.

“I wouldn’t worry too much. They always will have each other.”

Violette frowns, though her features relax and she nods. Richard then shoos her away to get a drink, but she insists on having one herself, so he ends up making sure she doesn’t pass out in the middle of the hall all night, to Fabrice and Aymon’s amusement.

***

They save Claude von Riegan, and they get to enjoy a few days in Derdriu as they prepare for their next march. They don’t get to sightsee but they still enjoy the maritime air and the architecture of the city so different from what they’ve seen in Faerghus and everywhere else.

When they’re about to depart, Lord Gautier laments not being able to stay longer.

“It’d be nice to come back after the war,” he says, and smiles at the army, but he quickly turns his head towards Lord Fraldarius walking next to him.

“That’s assuming we win,” Lord Fraldarius grumbles.

“I feel confident in our victory, actually. We’ve come so far, we have to keep fighting and things will go smoothly. We need to have faith in ourselves, stuff like that, you know how it goes.”

Lord Fraldarius eyes him not with annoyance or skepticism, but like he’s assessing him to decipher the hidden meaning behind his words. Lord Gautier keeps smiling, and when the silence stretches for a bit too long, he reaches for Lord Fraldarius’s unprotected shoulder and squeezes, face a bit more open and sincere.

“Besides, Derdriu will make a good vacation spot, don’t you think?”

Richard shouldn’t even be expecting the old reactions, now, because Lord Fraldarius doesn’t snap at Lord Gautier, as he simply shrugs, voice calm and leveled.

“I guess. I’m not surprised you’d think about slacking off.”

“You know me so well, running away from my responsibilities is like a sports to me.”

“Don’t joke about that.”

Lord Gautier snickers, hand still on Lord Fraldarius’s shoulder, and they don’t say another word.

Richard remembers a conversation about pursuing dreams and knowing what to do, about following a pattern or carving your own path. He’s getting too old if he’s pondering on all those philosophical questions when it’s not even about himself.

***

Taking Fort Merceus is brutal.

Penetrating the city of Enbarr is worse, with Hubert von Vestra acting as a master of strategy and showing no mercy.

The battle at the castle of Enbarr is a painful endeavor that will go down in history not only for being the event that marks the dawn of the unification of Fódlan, but also for its gruesomeness leaving behind countless bodies and curtains stained with blood.

Richard can’t quite believe it. He stands with Fabrice in front of the throne room, guarding it with their lives while their future king seizes victory, and when the doors slam open, the two leading figures of their army emerging from behind, it feels like a dream. But it’s real, it’s the present they’re living in and the one they’re building.

“The Empire is no more,” His Highness exclaims. “Emperor Edelgard has been defeated.”

Richard closes his eyes and breathes in, as the roars or joy and celebration reach his ears.

***

There is still much to discuss and many details to take care of in Enbarr, but they all eventually need to go home in Faerghus to establish political plans and other noble affairs Richard isn’t privy to. Lord Gautier addresses his troops the morning of their march back to Gautier territory, bright as ever though Richard now recognizes how strained his smile can be.

“It’s time we go home. I know we just got out of a war, but I suspect we won’t be able to rest for a while. When has Faerghus or other parts of the continent ever been free of unrest?”

Some knights laugh nervously at the reminder of the situation Faerghus has been in ever since the death of King Lambert, and Richard has to admit he doesn’t remember a period of total peace. Living at the border with Sreng means the battles won't stop unless they agree on a treaty that will involve negotiations some higher-ups probably aren't ready for yet.

“However, if you wish to leave this life of struggle and battle behind, I won't stop you. You all deserve a future that's not carved in blood.”

He's giving them a choice even though he perfectly knows that a lot of them doesn't have anything else besides their weapon and his orders.

“Well, you've been informed of your freedom to choose to live in the woods among birds and fish instead of waking up every morning to go through drills that will make you sweat. I for one would love to sleep all day.”

This elicits a more genuine and carefree laugh, and Richard smiles.

The entire army moves back to Faerghus. Those who want to go back to their hometown leave one by one, Ashe Ubert returns to Gaspard, Lady Galatea takes her battalion to her territory, and Prince Dimitri along with Annette Dominic and Mercedes von Martritz, as well as Dedue Molinaro, take the path to Fhirdiad. Richard expects them to go too, but apparently Lord Fraldarius has matters to settle first in his own estate before joining His Highness for the coronation preparations.

However, Richard doesn’t raise questions at all when Lord Gautier doesn't lead them further North.

The Fraldarius Castle is big enough to accommodate them all, and the stables aren't of the quality of the Gautier's but they serve their purpose. Lord Fraldarius tells them they're free to do as they please so long they don't destroy property or do anything stupid, which means they should make themselves scarce.

It’s quiet. Winning a war and discussing the next political moves should have brought more chaos than this airy mood, but Richard isn’t complaining. As knights, they’re not at the heart of these meetings and they have no business knowing what is decided behind closed doors. He’s content just training and basking in the rays of sunshine they have at midday, and enjoying this new routine.

Violette is excited to show them around the castle, despite the fact she probably knows it’s not their first time setting foot here, but Richard lets her have her fun. They’re currently sitting at a table in the gardens, where she insists it’s fine for them to be, sipping tea and admiring the flowers that seem to have been carefully taken care of.

“Duke Fraldarius loved the gardens,” Violette informs them with a nod.

Fabrice makes small talk and Aymon is eager to tell the history of the estate, and Richard looks around, spotting two figures striding towards another part of the castle. Lord Gautier is talking earnestly with grand gestures, while Lord Fraldarius has his head slightly inclined but he’s without a doubt focused on the words he’s hearing. They make such a natural sight—walking side by side, looking at each other and listening to every word like they hold an universal truth in them. Lord Fraldarius turns his head and points to something, and Lord Gautier follows the finger with his eyes before he quickly drops his gaze and shifts his attention to the longer ponytail that’s bouncing with every step Lord Fraldarius makes. He casually brushes the strands of hair with his fingers and his mouth is moving, which must have been an unwanted comment because Lord Fraldarius startles and inches away, but Lord Gautier’s laughter resounds loudly.

Richard squints, as the two of them are drawing further away, but he catches the glimpse of a colorful leather band that he’s sure he never saw during the war. It’s a deep red that matches well with Lord Fraldarius’s dark hair, like it’s the only color he will allow on his person that’s not the customary Faerghus blue. Richard doesn’t believe he understands who Lord Fraldarius really is, nor does he pretend he fully understands his own liege, but at that moment, surrounded by familiar walls and an idyllic landscape, he thinks that it’s not strange at all to see them roaming Castle Fraldarius like they belong there.

***

Some people left for Gautier territory in advance and most likely won’t be present for the coronation ceremony, but it was their choice. Lord Gautier hasn’t expressed the desire to visit his parents despite the current situation, and the days pass until it is time to go back to Fhirdiad. Richard thinks that his liege has made a decision that goes beyond simple pettiness by not going home yet.

“Do you have dreams, Lord Gautier?”

They’re only a handful of Gautier knights left in Fraldarius now, so Richard isn’t too worried about potential eavesdropping and leaking information. The stables are big enough that their conversation won’t carry to other people’s ears, and judging by Lord Gautier’s easy smile, he knows it. There is something like approval in his eyes.

“Everyone has dreams,” he answers. “I remember you said you don’t know what else you’ll do if you weren’t a knight, but surely you look forward to something in life.”

“That’s another way to put things into perspective, I guess.”

Lord Gautier nods, crossing his arms over his chest, and waits. Spending time in Fraldarius without the heavy weight of immediate responsibility abated the guarded look he’s had on his face for months.

“I feel you have something else to say,” he points out, raising an eyebrow.

Richard grins. “I’m glad to keep working for you, milord. Your safety on the battlefield has always been my priority and sometimes you really made it difficult to keep you in one piece.”

Lord Gautier laughs at this, dismissing the issue with a wave of his hand like he didn’t cause major anxiety for his troops for years, but Richard doesn’t hold it against him anymore.

“I’ve followed your orders and I’ll continue to do so. If you decide that your dreams aren’t in Gautier territory and you need an escort, or someone to keep your secrets… well, let’s say you’ve gained some trustworthy soldiers in this army.”

This. This catches Lord Gautier off guard, painting surprise on his features as his mouth falls slightly open, though he quickly composes himself and puts his hands on his hips.

“What are you saying, exactly?” he asks, almost demands.

“I think you can follow your own dreams, and that you’ve already started.” Richard shakes his head. “I apologize if I’m being too presumptuous. I simply wanted to say that whatever you decide, there will be someone supporting you. As a knight, it’s not my place to tell you what you should be doing, but you are also deserving of happiness, Lord Gautier.” He pauses to take a breath, and smiles. “You’re comfortable here.”

Richard has no desire to push further. Lord Gautier is perfectly capable of choosing a path that will suit him without the meddling of one of his knights. Richard can only try to convey how much he believes in him.

Lord Gautier remains silent for a while, processing everything. He stares at a point past Richard’s head, but it’s not a vacant look like one would expect—it’s full of wonders, considering the meaning behind each word. Then the corner of his lips lifts up as he looks at Richard again.

“Thanks for your support, Richard. The world needs more people like you.”

Richard shrugs, but he’s still smiling. “I’m happy to help, milord.”

***

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd is crowned King of Fódlan, acclaimed by his people and counseled by his most trusted friends. Change is slowly brought into the continent, and it will be years before peace truly settles.

Some knights who fought in the war get promoted, others do quit to lead a life free of battle. Richard is one of the former, leading a small force of his own in Gautier territory to chase away bandits and to keep foreign invasions at bay.

Duke Felix Hugo Fraldarius is renown for his swordsmanship that makes every warrior in Fódlan tremble with fear, but his sharp tongue is another one of his weapons that nobles in court don’t wish to be subjected to. And Lord Sylvain Jose Gautier, son of Margrave Gautier, appears at his side more often than not, travels from one territory to another and stops by the capital, but never stays long in Gautier. When he does spend time in his estate, accompanied by Duke Fraldarius, it’s to travel even further North, to Sreng, for talks that Margrave Gautier can’t forbid. The negotiations will take even longer than peace to be agreed upon, but Lord Gautier is relentless in this battle that’s his to fight.

Neither Duke Fraldarius nor Lord Gautier married, despite the pressure their councils put on them. When Richard sees Duke Fraldarius in Fhirdiad or at the Gautier estate, hair tied in a ponytail with a red leather band, he smiles to himself and can’t imagine any other ending.

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