#paul x anna

[incorrect-asulili]

Describing my favorite Tekken ships with phrases

[olgalenski]

Sie sind in Kassel und Paul geht sehr gerne mit ihr essen als sie fragt.

[womeninfictionandirl]

Rogue by Paul Martin Smith & Gerry Turnbull

[thequiver]

Chapters: 4/12 Fandom: X-Men (Comicverse) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: David Haller & Kurt Wagner, David Haller & Kevin MacTaggert, David Haller & Pietro Maximoff, David Haller & Wanda Maximoff, David Haller & Lorna Dane, Theresa Cassidy & David Haller, David Haller & Rogue, Kevin MacTaggert & Kurt Wagner, Pietro Maximoff & Kurt Wagner, Wanda Maximoff & Kurt Wagner, Kurt Wagner & Theresa Cassidy, Rogue & Kurt Wagner, Kevin MacTaggert & Pietro Maximoff, Kevin MacTaggert & Wanda Maximoff, Kevin MacTaggert & Lorna Dane, Lorna Dane & Kurt Wagner, Kevin MacTaggert & Theresa Cassidy, Kevin MacTaggert & Rogue, Pietro Maximoff & Wanda Maximoff, Lorna Dane & Pietro Maximoff, Theresa Cassidy & Pietro Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff & Rogue, Lorna Dane & Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff & Rogue, Theresa Cassidy & Wanda Maximoff, Theresa Cassidy & Lorna Dane, Lorna Dane & Rogue, Theresa Cassidy & Rogue, Lorna Dane & Pietro Maximoff & Wanda Maximoff, Lorna Dane & Erik Lehnsherr & Pietro Maximoff & Wanda Maximoff, Ruth Aldine/David Haller, Ruth Aldine & Pietro Maximoff, David Haller & Erik Lehnsherr, Sean Cassidy & Theresa Cassidy, Theresa Cassidy & Cain Marko, Kevin MacTaggert & Sean Cassidy, Kevin MacTaggert & Cain Marko, Kevin MacTaggert & Theresa Cassidy & Sean Cassidy, David Haller & Charles Xavier, Theresa Cassidy & Moira MacTaggert, David Haller & Moira MacTaggert, Kevin MacTaggert & Moira MacTaggert, Raven | Mystique & Kurt Wagner Characters: David Haller, Kurt Wagner, Rogue, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Lorna Dane, Theresa Cassidy, Kevin MacTaggert, Ruth Aldine, Erik Lehnsherr, Sean Cassidy, Emma Frost, Cain Marko, Gabrielle Haller Additional Tags: this is NOT David/Ruth friendly, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Identity Issues, Politics, Elections, Mommy Issues, Daddy Issues, Night Terrors, we are exploring a LOT of trauma in this bad boy, Lots and lots of character development, Past Sexual Abuse, Implied/Referenced Character Death Series: Part 5 of X-Men: Revenant Summary:

While grappling with the losses of their lives and particularly those of the last few weeks- Revenant tries to inspire the formation of their new transitional government. Things don't necessarily go as smoothly as they'd hoped but when do they ever?

[donnatroyprincessofthemyscira]

[understandingbimbos]

[samasmith23]

The Ouroboros Cycle of the Punisher, as conveyed by Jason Aaron & Maria Castle

I love how the 10th issue of Jason Aaron’s Punisher maxiseries highlights how even though in the previous issue Frank Castle killed Ares, the literal Greek God of War, said-death does NOT bring Frank’s personal war to an end like this series previously heavily implied it would. Instead Ares’ demise only serves to further escalate Frank’s systematic mass-slaughter of everyone that he deems “deserving of punishment” on a global scale. Aaron expertly portrays the addictive nature of Frank’s absolutist beliefs through not only the killings themselves, but also through his resurrected wife Maria’s increasing frustration with her husband’s obvious inability to actually commit to his empty promises that, “After today, it’ll all be done. My work… after today.”

In large measure, Aaron highlights the inevitable Ouroboros cycle of Frank’s war. Just like the mythological snake that eats its own tail, the fascistic “might-makes-right” ideology of individuals like Frank Castle is inherently self-destructive. In the process of killing everyone that Frank personally perceives as “evil” in order to satisfy their own rage & bloodlust, he ultimately ends up further damaging the already-fragile relationship he has with his wife Maria. Essentially for the Punisher, the war can never truly end because in his own twisted perspective, “There are [always] others,” which in turn pushes Maria farther away from him.

There will always be other names in the eyes of the Punisher. A list of names that will only continue to increase as Frank views all of humanity, “As things of meat, indistinguishable from one another… except when it comes to man’s most important features. His sins. The ones they’ve already committed. And even the blessed ones yet to be.”

And as Rogue from X-Men: Age of Apocalypse once eloquently stated in refutation to the death-cult mentality that ultimately defines fascism:

“How many lives have to be lost�� how much blood has to flow, until y’all are satisfied?!”

As much as Maria desperately wants her husband to, “Come home,” she’s gradually beginning to realize just how truly far gone and incapable of returning home Frank Castle is. While there was a small part of Frank that did want to move past both his childhood vigilante murders and service as a marine in order to be with his wife and children, Maria herself questions in the previous issue that, “If the man [she] married… was a man [she] knew at all. If maybe [she] was the mistress. And it was the war he was wedded to. It’d always been the war.”

And how appropriately fitting that Maria’s narration occurs in conjunction to the Punisher’s murder of Ares, the very act which further feeds into the Ouroboros cycle of Frank’s war instead of ending it like he repeatedly falsely promises to his wife.

Furthermore, Aaron illustrates that even when Frank attempts to finally uphold his promises to “come home” to Maria when he refuses to kill a child that was indoctrinated into a hate group, it is already far to late since not only are several of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes currently planning to bring the Punisher to justice once and for all, but Maria herself begins to learn the horrible truth of just how monstrous her husband actually is (Maria still doesn’t know about all the murders Frank committed as the Punisher following his wife and children’s deaths…).

Overall, I’m really enjoying Aaron’s deconstruction of the Punisher and cannot wait to see Frank Castle be held accountable for his crimes in the final two issues of the 12-issue maxiseries!

From Punisher (2022) #10 by Jason Aaron, Jesús Saiz & Paul Acazeta.

[goodomenshq]

📚The Good Omens graphic novel Kickstarter mega post 📚

As we enter the last hours of the Good Omens graphic novel Kickstarter, here’s a recap of ALL the items you can get and how to get them. We’ll also answer some of the main questions you’ve had.

Get yours here!

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TIERS

THE HUMAN TIER (£25 GBP) includes one copy of the Good Omens graphic novel. All of the stretch goal embellishments (foiling, ribbon, foreword, afterword, extra pages, etc) cover every level (including early bird). Every backer also gets a bookmark. This also includes the foreword and afterword by Michael Sheen, David Tennant, and Jon Hamm.

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THE SERPENT TIER (£40 GBP) includes one copy of the Good Omens graphic novel, a dust jacket* featuring an alt cover by Frank Quitely and Loot Pack #1*, which is full of goodies. *Stretch goals have added to these items, full info below.

The alt cover dust jacket is now reversible, with the other side featuring this by Rachael Stott in b&w.

✔️Serpent gets the dust jacket for your graphic novel.

✖ It does not have a print of this image. The colour version is available as an add on.

Loot Pack #1 originally featured 2 x Colleen Doran prints (including a brand new piece), a postcard and bookmark. Fans have unlocked additional Colleen prints, some colouring pages, as well as *many* prints from other artists… You have unlocked prints from Rachael Stott (different to the alt cover image), Sarah Graley, David Aja, Mark Buckingham, Tanya Roberts, Paul Kidby, Alice Oseman and Anna Morozova, as well as the Frank Quitely cover as a print.

We’ve been asked a lot about Alice Oseman's prints, so to clarify: if you back the Serpent Tier or above, you will get Alice's print featuring Aziraphale, as well as the newly commissioned Crowley to complete the pair.

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THE HELLHOUND TIER (£120 GBP) includes the prior tiers + Loot Pack #2, ft. Crowley and Aziraphale enamel pins, stickers, and a pack of the Good Omens trading cards. These will be playable. Tier backers can also get rare cards in their order at random.

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THE WITCHFINDER TIER (£200 GBP) has all of this, plus an exquisite map by Julien Labit. Dimensions will be approximately 594 x 841 mm.

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THE DEMON TIER (£320 GBP) is a creative punch from head to toe, with five additional enamel pins (including Dog), some snazzy socks, and two creator themed notebooks, one for your inner Pratchett, the other for your inner Gaiman.

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THE HORSEMEN TIER (£500 GBP) is the Demon Tier + A3 Giclee print from the graphic novel, signed by Colleen Doran, plus the exclusive Beelzebub enamel pin, and Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett collector's enamel pin set.

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THE OBSIDIAN TIER (£3k) builds on the Horsemen Tier with copies of the new, limited Obsidian editions (GO illustrated edition, graphic novel & William the Antichrist), signed by Neil Gaiman & artists, and a one-of-a-kind trading card by Colleen Doran.

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For booksellers, we have two options: The Small Bookshop Tier (10 copies) and The Bookshop Tier (20 copies), both of which offer a 50% trade discount. There are also add ons of 10 and 20 copies for shops looking to order more.

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ADD ONS

The campaign itself ends at 11.59pm UK time on 31 August, so there’s still time to get your pledges in. Let’s move onto the add ons via Kickstarter...

How do you add more to your pledge? This link on Kickstarter should help. You effectively re-select the tier you’ve chosen, and then it will take you to the add on section. This works even if your tier is sold out, or was time sensitive (Nightingale).

Unlike tiers, you are not limited to one choice with add ons. You can get additional copies of the graphic novel, mugs, slipcases, the graphic novel oversized edition, and more. Rachael Stott's Eternal Encounter print is available also.

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A.Z. FELL & CO ADD ONS. Includes: Bookmark, mug, socks, tote bag. The bookmark is different / higher end than those included with every copy of the graphic novel.

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TRADING CARDS. You can get a trading card booster pack. These will have at least six cards. The Hellhound Tier is where to get the larger, playable base pack. Base packs will be available down the road via the new merch store, but cheapest via the Kickstarter.

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ENAMEL PIN ADD ONS We have two pairs of Aziraphale and Crowley pins (£10 per set). We also have mystery packs of three available (£12). You can see the full pin information and designs so far at http://goodomenshq.com.

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While pins #005 onwards will be part of the mystery packs, they may pop up at events or in flash sales of specific items. We will give fans as much notice as possible when these exciting events will happen.

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BOOKSHOP ADD ONS. Bookshops who have backed either of the retail tiers will be able to add packs of 10 or 20 additional books onto their pledge. These tiers must be delivered to a bookshop address. These are also at 50% trade discount.

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OBSIDIAN ADD ONS. While the Obsidian Tier collects all three books, you can add the Obsidian Edition of the Good Omens illustrated edition, the Good Omens graphic novel, or William the Antichrist - signed by Neil - to pledges at any level.

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Add ons are available for every tier level. Add ons will also be available after the Kickstarter, however will be cheapest via the campaign. We know a lot of people have been asking, so if 31 August is too short notice, worry not!

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FAQ

Q: Will the graphic novel be available after the Kickstarter finishes? A: Yes. It will be available via PledgeManager, and subsequently on goodomenshq.com when that becomes the wider merch store.

Q: Will tiers be available after the Kickstarter finishes? A: Yes. Some will be available for an additional time on PledgeManager to allow those who couldn’t access the Kickstarter for a variety of reasons. This will go live at some point after the project finishes.

Q: Will the add ons be available after the Kickstarter finishes? A: Yes. Though Kickstarter will be the cheapest way to get the add ons, these will be made more widely available at a slight price increase after the campaign ends.

Q: I couldn’t back the Kickstarter due to payment issues. Can I use Paypal / other methods? A: We believe PledgeManager will be able to integrate the wider payment methods, including Paypal, for those who couldn’t back with a card. This is TBC. Longer term, this will be an option on goodomenshq.com when it opens as the official merch store.

Q: Shipping is charged after. Why do we not have the final numbers yet? A: We’ve been working across the campaign to bring estimates down further; the page will have new numbers as we have them pre-31 Aug, however we will be working over the coming months to get the best price for backers worldwide once the weights are locked in. Our goal is to get the best value for supporters and not overcharge by locking in this early.

Q: If it will all be available later, what difference is there in backing the Kickstarter? A: All backers get an individual discount code for the Good Omens HQ merch store when it opens in the future, so you can get money off further items. We’ve got some fun things that we’re planning to do via backer updates post-campaign too. More on that… later. You’ll still get plenty of ineffable joy either way though!

Q: Is there anywhere I can sign up for updates? A: Yes! Good Omens HQ will have a mailing list. You can sign up here.

Get yours here!

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Good Omens Graphic Novel Masterpost ❤ 🐍😊

(you know how I like doing masterposts :)🥰 - I will update the masterpost as the kicstarter updates ❤)

What is Good Omens: the Official (and Ineffable) Graphic Novel?

The Good Omens: the Official (and Ineffable) Graphic Novel is the upcoming adaptation of the glorious 1990 Good Omens novel by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman in a graphic novel form. The adaptation is done by the talented Colleen Doran who worked with Neil on several other of his projects such as Chivalry, The Sandman, or Snow, Glass, Apples. The adaptation done under the gentle eyes of both Neil Gaiman and the Terry Pratchett Estate so don't worry that it will be unfaithful <3.

How can I help/join/pre-order?

The project is done on Kickstarter to keep the creative control with Neil, the Terry Pratchett's Estate and Colleen. If you're not familiar with Kickstarter it is a place where you pledge money and in return you get the product plus possible bonuses.

The Kickstarter Tiers

There are many tiers and options! WAHOO! ❤ (note that the shipping will be extra)

The Nighttingale Tier - £20 - GONE

This is only available for the first 24 hours.

You get the copy of the Graphic Novel :).

Also available to add a mug, another copy and bookshop bundle. :) (these options are available to add with every other tier)

The Human Tier - £25

You get the copy of the Graphic Novel :).

Also available to add a mug, aziraphale and crowley pins, another copy and bookshop bundle. :) (these options are available to add with every other tier)

The Serpent Tier - £40

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Loot Pack #1: 2 x A4 prints of Colleen Doran artwork from the graphic novel, a glossy postcard and bookmark. Stretch goals will unlock more artists and artwork towards this box.

The Hellhound Tier - £120

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Loot Pack #1: 2 x A4 prints of Colleen Doran artwork from the graphic novel, a glossy postcard and bookmark. Anna Morozova, Frank Quitely, Alice Oseman, Paul Kidby, David Aja, Mark Buckingham, Tanya Roberts, Sarah Graley & Rachael Stott and colouring page prints. Stretch goals will unlock more artists and artwork towards this box.

Loot Pack #2: 4 x A4 Good Omens prints from Colleen Doran, Crowley and Aziraphale enamel pins, a punchy sticker set, and the brand new Good Omens trading cards. These cards will be playable and collectable and as a special treat for Kickstarter backers we will be sprinkling some rarer cards in with these packages at random so you might just unlock something very special.

The Witchfinder Tier - £200

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Loot Pack #1: 2 x A4 prints of Colleen Doran artwork from the graphic novel, a glossy postcard and bookmark.  Anna Morozova, Frank Quitely, Alice Oseman, Paul Kidby, David Aja, Mark Buckingham, Tanya Roberts, Sarah Graley & Rachael Stott and colouring page prints. Stretch goals will unlock more artists and artwork towards this box.

Loot Pack #2: 4 x A4 Good Omens prints from Colleen Doran, Crowley and Aziraphale enamel pins, a punchy sticker set, and the brand new Good Omens trading cards. These cards will be playable and collectable and as a special treat for Kickstarter backers we will be sprinkling some rarer cards in with these packages at random so you might just unlock something very special.

New largescale map of Tadfield (and the rest of the planet), designed by Julien Labit. Capturing the mysteries and oddities of the picturesque town in all its glory this map will make any wall an instant talking point. Dimensions approximately 594 x 841 mm.

The Demon Tier - £320

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Loot Pack #1: 2 x A4 prints of Colleen Doran artwork from the graphic novel, a glossy postcard and bookmark. Anna Morozova, Frank Quitely, Alice Oseman, Paul Kidby, David Aja, Mark Buckingham, Tanya Roberts, Sarah Graley & Rachael Stott and colouring page prints. Stretch goals will unlock more artists and artwork towards this box.

Loot Pack #2: 4 x A4 Good Omens prints from Colleen Doran, Crowley and Aziraphale enamel pins, a punchy sticker set, and the brand new Good Omens trading cards. These cards will be playable and collectable and as a special treat for Kickstarter backers we will be sprinkling some rarer cards in with these packages at random so you might just unlock something very special.

New largescale map of Tadfield (and the rest of the planet), designed by Julien Labit. Capturing the mysteries and oddities of the picturesque town in all its glory this map will make any wall an instant talking point. Dimensions approximately 594 x 841 mm.

Creator-themed notebooks; 1 x Neil Gaiman, 1 x Terry Pratchett

Crowley & Aziraphale socks

5 x Good Omens enamel pins

The Horsemen Tier - £500

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Loot Pack #1: 2 x A4 prints of Colleen Doran artwork from the graphic novel, a glossy postcard and bookmark. Anna Morozova, Frank Quitely, Alice Oseman, Paul Kidby, David Aja, Mark Buckingham, Tanya Roberts, Sarah Graley & Rachael Stott and colouring page prints. Stretch goals will unlock more artists and artwork towards this box.

Loot Pack #2: 4 x A4 Good Omens prints from Colleen Doran, Crowley and Aziraphale enamel pins, a punchy sticker set, and the brand new Good Omens trading cards. These cards will be playable and collectable and as a special treat for Kickstarter backers we will be sprinkling some rarer cards in with these packages at random so you might just unlock something very special.

New largescale map of Tadfield (and the rest of the planet), designed by Julien Labit. Capturing the mysteries and oddities of the picturesque town in all its glory this map will make any wall an instant talking point. Dimensions approximately 594 x 841 mm.

Creator-themed notebooks; 1 x Neil Gaiman, 1 x Terry Pratchett

Crowley & Aziraphale socks

5 x Good Omens enamel pins

A3 Giclee Print from the novel (signed by Colleen)

New Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett collector's enamel pin set

Exclusive enamel pin of Beelzebub himself on a Hell card

The Beelzebub Tier - £666 - GONE

Limited to: 50. Note: the contents of this tier are not included in the higher levels.

Copy of the Graphic Novel

A mystery to be revealed. - Make a deal with the devil for this mystery tier at £666. It includes the Good Omens graphic novel, and– *demonic gurgling noises*

The Archangel Tier - £800

Limited to: 100. 

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Loot Pack #1: 2 x A4 prints of Colleen Doran artwork from the graphic novel, a glossy postcard and bookmark. Anna Morozova, Frank Quitely, Alice Oseman, Paul Kidby, David Aja, Mark Buckingham, Tanya Roberts, Sarah Graley & Rachael Stott and colouring page prints. Stretch goals will unlock more artists and artwork towards this box.

Loot Pack #2: 4 x A4 Good Omens prints from Colleen Doran, Crowley and Aziraphale enamel pins, a punchy sticker set, and the brand new Good Omens trading cards. These cards will be playable and collectable and as a special treat for Kickstarter backers we will be sprinkling some rarer cards in with these packages at random so you might just unlock something very special.

New largescale map of Tadfield (and the rest of the planet), designed by Julien Labit. Capturing the mysteries and oddities of the picturesque town in all its glory this map will make any wall an instant talking point. Dimensions approximately 594 x 841 mm.

Creator-themed notebooks; 1 x Neil Gaiman, 1 x Terry Pratchett

Crowley & Aziraphale socks

5 x Good Omens enamel pins

A3 Giclee Print from the novel (signed by Colleen)

New Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett collector's enamel pin set

Exclusive enamel pin of Beelzebub himself on a Hell card

The Floppy Disk “Keeper of the Official Master”

Exclusive Metatron enamel pin on a heaven card

Unnamed character cameo in double page spread - Fancy being immortalised in the Good Omens graphic novel universe? Then get yourself painted into the crowd scenes! There will be an accompanying postcard with a full list of who's who, so you'll know who you're galivanting around Tadfield and beyond with.

The Antichrist Tier - £800

Limited to: 100. 

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Loot Pack #1: 2 x A4 prints of Colleen Doran artwork from the graphic novel, a glossy postcard and bookmark. Anna Morozova, Frank Quitely, Alice Oseman, Paul Kidby, David Aja, Mark Buckingham, Tanya Roberts, Sarah Graley & Rachael Stott and colouring page prints. Stretch goals will unlock more artists and artwork towards this box.

Loot Pack #2: 4 x A4 Good Omens prints from Colleen Doran, Crowley and Aziraphale enamel pins, a punchy sticker set, and the brand new Good Omens trading cards. These cards will be playable and collectable and as a special treat for Kickstarter backers we will be sprinkling some rarer cards in with these packages at random so you might just unlock something very special.

New largescale map of Tadfield (and the rest of the planet), designed by Julien Labit. Capturing the mysteries and oddities of the picturesque town in all its glory this map will make any wall an instant talking point. Dimensions approximately 594 x 841 mm.

Creator-themed notebooks; 1 x Neil Gaiman, 1 x Terry Pratchett

Crowley & Aziraphale socks

5 x Good Omens enamel pins

A3 Giclee Print from the novel (signed by Colleen)

New Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett collector's enamel pin set

Exclusive enamel pin of Beelzebub himself on a Hell card

The Floppy Disk “Keeper of the Official Master”

Exclusive Metatron enamel pin on a heaven card

William the Antichrist (hardcover) signed by Neil -  limited copy of the original short story that evolved into the tale we know and love today.

The Prophecy Tier - £1,000 - GONE

Limited to: 50. 

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Loot Pack #1: 2 x A4 prints of Colleen Doran artwork from the graphic novel, a glossy postcard and bookmark. Anna Morozova, Frank Quitely, Alice Oseman, Paul Kidby, David Aja, Mark Buckingham, Tanya Roberts, Sarah Graley & Rachael Stott and colouring page prints. Stretch goals will unlock more artists and artwork towards this box.

Loot Pack #2: 4 x A4 Good Omens prints from Colleen Doran, Crowley and Aziraphale enamel pins, a punchy sticker set, and the brand new Good Omens trading cards. These cards will be playable and collectable and as a special treat for Kickstarter backers we will be sprinkling some rarer cards in with these packages at random so you might just unlock something very special.

New largescale map of Tadfield (and the rest of the planet), designed by Julien Labit. Capturing the mysteries and oddities of the picturesque town in all its glory this map will make any wall an instant talking point. Dimensions approximately 594 x 841 mm.

Creator-themed notebooks; 1 x Neil Gaiman, 1 x Terry Pratchett

Crowley & Aziraphale socks

5 x Good Omens enamel pins

A3 Giclee Print from the novel (signed by Colleen)

New Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett collector's enamel pin set

Exclusive enamel pin of Beelzebub himself on a Hell card

The Floppy Disk “Keeper of the Official Master”

Exclusive Metatron enamel pin on a heaven card

William the Antichrist (hardcover) signed by Neil -  limited copy of the original short story that evolved into the tale we know and love today.

Signed (another) copy of the Good Omens graphic novel both Neil and Colleen

The God Tier - £2,750 - GONE

Limited to: 10. 

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Loot Pack #1: 2 x A4 prints of Colleen Doran artwork from the graphic novel, a glossy postcard and bookmark. Anna Morozova, Frank Quitely, Alice Oseman, Paul Kidby, David Aja, Mark Buckingham, Tanya Roberts, Sarah Graley & Rachael Stott and colouring page prints. Stretch goals will unlock more artists and artwork towards this box.

Loot Pack #2: 4 x A4 Good Omens prints from Colleen Doran, Crowley and Aziraphale enamel pins, a punchy sticker set, and the brand new Good Omens trading cards. These cards will be playable and collectable and as a special treat for Kickstarter backers we will be sprinkling some rarer cards in with these packages at random so you might just unlock something very special.

New largescale map of Tadfield (and the rest of the planet), designed by Julien Labit. Capturing the mysteries and oddities of the picturesque town in all its glory this map will make any wall an instant talking point. Dimensions approximately 594 x 841 mm.

Creator-themed notebooks; 1 x Neil Gaiman, 1 x Terry Pratchett

Crowley & Aziraphale socks

5 x Good Omens enamel pins

A3 Giclee Print from the novel (signed by Colleen)

New Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett collector's enamel pin set

Exclusive enamel pin of Beelzebub himself on a Hell card

The Floppy Disk “Keeper of the Official Master”

Exclusive Metatron enamel pin on a heaven card

William the Antichrist (hardcover) signed by Neil -  limited copy of the original short story that evolved into the tale we know and love today.

Signed (another) copy of the Good Omens graphic novel both Neil and Colleen

Individual character cameo - You can feature prominently within the pages of the graphic novel itself. Maybe you're there while Crowley and Aziraphale feed some ducks; maybe you're there for something a bit more high octane; or maybe you're just stuck on the M25. What you'll be up to will be at the discretion of Colleen, but there are plenty of places in the journey towards the Apocalypse and we can’t wait to see where you will turn up. 

Print of your cameo, signed by Colleen

The Apocalypse Tier - £8,000 - GONE

Limited to: 1 - this option was gone within the first hour of the launch. Except for the previous goodies up to the William it offered the last copy of the Celestial Edition (!!!), Foreground named character cameo, orint of cameo signed by Colleen and Neil and original sketch by Neil Gaiman.

 The Bookshop Tier - £250

The option for bookshops.

20 x Good Omens graphic novel (bookstores only)

We've got batches of 20 copies of the hardback graphic novel for retailers at a 50% trade discount. We love bookshops as much as Aziraphale does and want YOU to be part of Good Omens with us. To celebrate the graphic novel's release into the world, we will have point-of-sale material on request nearer to release. If you have any queries, get in touch. Terms: These are for retailers only. Packs must be delivered to a verified bookshop address. You can buy additional packs as an add-on.

The Small Bookshop Tier - £125

The smalle option for bookshops.

10 x Good Omens graphic novel (bookstores only)

The batch of 10 copies for retailers at a 50% trade discount. Terms: These are for retailers only. Packs must be delivered to a verified bookshop address. You can buy additional packs as an add-on.

When it will come out?

It should come out in Summer 2024 :).

Enhancing the tiers

Unlocked so far (All unlocked prints are in Loot Box #1 :)):

Gold foiled cover - Every copy of the book will be finished with gold detailing.

Sarah Graley & Rachael Stott prints - Rachael Stott, award-winning comic book artist behind works such as Doctor Who and Star Trek, and Sarah Graley of Our Super Adventure and Invader Zim farne, are ready and waiting to put their own spin on the world of Good Omens for your prints collection.

Endpapers - Beautiful artwork on the front cover and on every page in between is just not enough. '150,000 unlocks beautiful endpapers that will be heavenly(or hellish„. that is still to be seen).

David Aja, Mark Buckingham & Tanya Roberts prints / Colleen Loot Pack #2 prints for lower box - David Aja, known for the award-winning Hawkeye, Daredevil and Seeds Mark Buckingham, known for Marvelman an Fables—and Tanya Roberts, whose work includes Too Story and Star Wars Clone Wars comics to name but two, will join our ineffable artist tearh. More so, Colleen's prints from Loot Pack #2 will be included in Loot Pack #1. Art aplenty

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here a silly request... louis has a sister and that's who lestat is interested in and louis is just a means for lestat to get what he really wants! I'm imagining that scene with lestat, louis and lily where lestat practically just used lily so he could sleep with louis, Louis will be so much more worried about Lily that he won't even notice Lestat seducing his sister 🤫🤭

Spider And The Fly | Lestat De Lioncourt x Reader

ෆ when Lestat uses Louis as bait to lure and trap his actual prey.

this is FAR from silly !!

Fierce, Secretive, Cunning, you were quite a vixen with everyone wrapped around your fingers as if you were a goody two shoes - but Lestat could see right through you. He remembered the first night he'd laid eyes on you.

You had no business being on this side of the city, some salesman pressed against you. You'd paid one of the many prostitutes to warn you, if Louis came through, and low and behold, he had just parked.

Pushing away from the guy, you pretended to be uninterested, unlike seconds ago. He kept trying to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, but you kept shrugging him off.

“What’s the matter, darling?” he asked, his hand brushing down the sleeve of your dress.

“I need to get going,” you said, standing, but he followed, throwing the money on the table, and going outside.

“Hold on now, princess,” he said, trying to stop you and kiss on your cheek, while you attempted to push him away. Unexpectedly, the man was punched, groaning, confusedly staring up at Louis.

“What are you doing out here?” he asked you.

“I came with some friends, but they left, so I was going to get a drink,” you said, pouting at your dearest big brother.

“Hell no, you don't need a drink, get in that car and wait for me,” he pointed. Nodding a solemn expression in place, you walked to the car. As you passed Lestat, he could see the mischievous glint in your eyes, you could put on a good show.

He had to get close to you, he found out about your background, your usual circle of friends and associates. How other than Louis, you were the only other child to have some sort of socialite status. You were popular amongst men, and while you weren't a loose young woman, you weren't as innocent as you led your family to believe.

There was only one problem, you were impossible to get to. Louis was protective, extremely protective, perhaps it was his way of projecting his fears. Whoring out women, day and night, yet the idea of his baby sister doing the same thing bothered him. Paul, when he wasn't chasing down Louis, expressing his dislike of Levi, or at church, he was trying to warn you to stay away from men, in general, and Grace was too focused on her wedding to care as much as the two. It was challenging, but Lestat wasn't going to give up easily.

He became close with Louis, and while he enjoyed the man and what he had to offer, Lestat already had made his decision. He recalled fondly, the first time you'd met each other.

Sitting at the dinner table, next to Louis, he was cordial with everyone in vain conversation. Abruptly, the front door could be heard opening, before your head poked into the dining room.

“Y/n, where have you been?” your mother started.

“I was over at Anna’s house,” you said, as you waved everyone at the table, making your way to the empty seat next to Louis.

“This is Lestat de Lioncourt, he is a friend of mine, this is the baby of the family, Y/n,” Louis said, as you sat down. Facing the man, you thought how handsome he was. He was probably Louis’ lover, heaven knows he had never brought a woman home.

“I have heard many things about you,” he said.

“I hope only good,” you smirked, briefly glancing at Louis.

“Of course, Louis goes on and on about you,” he smirked.

The conversation shifted back to Grace and Levi as they went on and on about their wedding. Picking at your food, you sat uninterested in the topic. “Is this all they talk about?” you heard, making you look up at Lestat.

His mouth hadn't moved, as he still faced Grace, nodding his head as she spoke to him. “I see why you're always disappearing” you heard again.

“Excuse me?” you spoke, everyone’s attention turning to you.

“Something wrong?” your mother asked.

“Nevermind,” you shook your head.

“Be careful, ma chérie, they’ll think you're like your brother,” he said, this time when you looked up, everyone sat frozen.

“What is this?” you asked him.

“A specialty of mine,” he smiled.

“Unfreeze them,” you demanded.

“I’d like a word, I have anticipated this moment, since the first time I laid eyes on you,” he smiled.

“You and Louis, are you not together?” you asked him.

“We’re colleagues, who like a little fun on the side, but you, your brother is very protective over you, a precious gem, inaccessible, but I wonder if he knows you aren't even a virgin. Even I can't help but want a taste from you,” he said before everyone unfroze, continuing their conversation.

This was only the beginning of seeing and questioning the essence of the Frenchmen. It was also the start of the inception of Lestat’s plan.

“You okay, pudding? You look a little on edge,” Mr. Clèmence asked, reaching to touch your lower back. He was your father’s business colleague before he passed, and also a creep. Not long after you turned twenty-one, he began trying to bed you.

“I’m okay, I think I‘ll have another drink,” you smiled.

“Go on and hurry back, we have some catching up to do,” he whistled as you walked away.

Rolling your eyes, you regretted accepting the party invite and having to deal with his perverted tendencies. Walking to the bar, you made small talk with a few old friends along the way, thanking the bartender as he replaced your empty glass.

Making your way back to the table, your heart sped up, seeing Mr. de Lioncourt. What was he doing here? When did he get here? Was Louis with him? Why was he talking to Mr. Clémence? They seemed to be having an interesting conversation until you approached.

“I’ll be right back, Y/n,” Mr. Clémence said, standing up, and walking away. He looked hypnotized, never meeting your eyes as he left.

“Join me”

“Is Louis here?” you asked him.

“Louis is working, he has an establishment to run,” he smirked, crossing his leg over the other, as you sat down.

“Then what are you doing here? You don't want business with Mr. Clémence, he's a crook,” you laughed.

“Yes, depraved swine, I am here to see the star of the night, Ms. de Point du Lac,” he said, smirking.

“You seem special to my brother, I don't want to cross any boundaries,” you shook your head.

“Is Louis the only thing stopping you? Or is it the act you plan to keep up for your family and friends? You and I aren't much different, carefree, meant to live your truth, unapologetically, without fear of judgment”

“You wouldn't understand, we’re from two different worlds,” you told him.

“And with just the snap of my fingers, I can make you a part of my world, I just need a yes,” he said, you didn't realize how close he was to you, until now.

“Mr. de Lioncourt-

“Lestat,” he corrected you. Gulping, you stared into his eyes, he was inches away from your face.

“Lestat, I appreciate your offer, but I will have to decline. Louis has the business, Grace has Levi, Paul has the church, and Mama. It is up to me to make a name for myself and have something of my own. I can not ruin my future because I was known as the French man’s créole plaything, good night,” winking at him, before standing up to leave.

Your rejection only added fuel to Lestat’s burning lust. He bit his lip, watching as you walked away, and headed toward your driver. So set on what you needed in life, or what you thought you needed, you were willing to sacrifice everything you were. Marrying an attractive, but poor man, or an old ugly rich man, and for what? To please your family and finally receive the approval you craved, to show them you had something of your own - but this, this fantasy, was not what you truly wanted. You wanted freedom, from misogyny, racism, social pressures, etc.

“I will set you free, from the troubles of this life, ma chérie”

Time went on and Lestat was no longer a concern in your mind. You'd seen him at a few events, sometimes alone, sometimes with Louis, regardless, you kept your distance. He'd stare, but you ignored him. Eventually, you didn't even acknowledge him anymore. There was still a small feeling that you were being watched, or followed, but you ignored it until it went away completely.

“Paul, you have a fever, mama said to lay down,” you told him, helping him into bed.

“I’m alright, really, I just need to see Father-

“I’m more than sure God wants you to get better before you go to church,” you said, sternly. Putting his head down, he nodded, climbing back into bed.

He had been sick with a nasty cold, and you had been helping your mother take care of him, since everyone else was too busy.

“I have soup,” your mother announced, holding the tray with the porcelain bowl on top.

“Good, and now you can explain to your son why he needs to get better before he runs off to church”

“Paul, Y/n is right and you're risking getting others sick,” she told him, setting down the tray.

“Where’s Louis, maybe we could read a few chapters together, like old times,” he said, hopeful.

“Sorry, Paul, he's working-

“Go get him, he won't mind coming home,” your mother told you.

“How am I supposed to know where he is? You want me to go around the French Quarter screaming his name?” you asked. Louis was never in one place for long and it would be a struggle to find him, now that the sun was setting.

“Check at Mr. de Lioncourt’s house, and the red light district,” she said lowly.

“No, Y/n, you have to stay away from that devil,” Paul shook his head.

“His address is in the address book, please, I think it would be nice for him to bond with Louis,” she said. Holding back the urge to groan, you nodded, leaving the room.

She was always trying to accommodate Paul, he had his issues, please Louis, he carried the family, help Grace, she was the first to marry - but what about you?

Taking the car, you went straight to the red-light district. You frowned at the smell in the air, as you looked around. You didn't see him or his car anywhere in sight.

“Hey, have you seen Louis?” you asked Bricktop, one of his madames.

“He left a while ago, either went home or to that French man, he didn't say,” she told you.

“Thank you,” you said, reaching over, giving her a few cents, before driving off to his home.

By the time you parked, night completely covered the sky. You couldn't differentiate between the vehicles, as you pulled up to the curb. Turning off the car, you hope that he is in this house because you did not want to see this man for the fun of it.

Anxiously, you approached the gate, raising your hand to knock, and you realized it was unlocked. Making your way to the door, you reached to knock, when the door opened.

“Lestat”

“Y/n, it is a pleasure to see you, what can I do for you, at this hour?” he smirked.

“I'm looking for Louis, is he here?” you asked, standing on your toes, attempting to look over his shoulder.

“Come in,” he opened the door, stepping to the side to let you in.

“Well, is he here?” you asked, as you walked in, watching him shut the door.

“You knew he wasn't here, ma chérie, but you had to give in to your desire only a little, to see me again,” he grinned at you.

“What the hell are you talking about Lestat, get out of the way,” you said, seeing that he stood in front of the door.

“You can fool them, but I see you, I know you wanted to give in, you want to give in, but you're too afraid, you'd rather hide your true self from the world,” he said, moving out of the way, walking towards the living room.

Rolling your eyes, you went to reach for the door but stopped when he spoke again.

“Just so you know, what happens in secret, is always revealed”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Mr. Clémence, Mr. Smith, Gabriel, William, Isaiah, he seems like he is you're favorite. Funny how people with the very names from the Bible are usually the most troubled, I mean, look at your brother,” he laughed.

“Shut your fucking mouth, you don't get to speak about him or any of them-

“I wonder how poor Louis would take it, knowing his innocent baby sister is a femme fatale, struggling with hypersexuality because she didn't get enough love as a child”

“Does Louis know that you're a dick, he'd love to hear that,” you spat, but it only made him smile.

“Bathrooms, boats, fields, cars, at the park, it would break his heart, to know how erotic you truly are”

“You've been watching me, you pervert,” you realized.

“I think you're entire family would be disappointed, moans such as those could only be made by a nymphomaniac”

“So tell them, is that what you want to do? Are you jealous? They get to have me any way they'd like, but you were rejected,” you taunted.

“I have you where I want you,” he smirked, tilting his head.

“The only place you'd ever have me is in your dreams”

“Is that why you haven't left yet? I moved from by the door and you followed me, you want to argue for my attention, but it is already set on you. I could never be jealous of any of them, they don't make your heart skip a beat, make you nervously chew your lip, clench your thighs together, I do,” he said, approaching you.

“Asshole,” you said, backing away from, them and turning to leave. However, your feet stopped on their own, running back to him, jumping into his arms.

Pressing your lips against his, you moaned as he hungrily explored your mouth, reaching for the back of your dress. Lestat was frightening, not because of how mysterious he came off to be, or his appearance, or background - but because he was always spot on. He had been right about you.

You last track of time, Louis wasn't even a thought, as you gave yourself to Lestat. In his lap, on the loveseat, panting in the most ungodly manner, you gasped, as he bit into your neck. The pain was quickly replaced by pleasure, his cool arms wrapping around your warm skin. It wasn't until the euphoric ecstasy came down, that you realized what you'd done and with whom. He was special to Louis and yet here you were, lying against him.

“I’m sorry, I need to go,” you said, scurrying to get dressed, your hand going to your neck, holding the two holes in your skin. He smiled, satisfied, for now, at least he had more access to you, with his blood in your system.

Rushing home, you tried to look as natural as possible, taking the small backup scarf from your purse, tying it around your neck before entering the house, and going upstairs to your room.

“Hey, they told me you went looking for me?” Louis spoke from the bottom of the stairs, making you turn around. Your eyes softened, guilt plaguing your mind of your actions.

“Yeah, I stopped by the district, at Mr. de Lioncourt’s and I drove around a while,” you lied.

“Sorry about that, I went to see Ms. Lily, her birthday recently passed,” he said.

“It's okay,” you said, told him.

“What’s with the scarf? It’s hot as hell tonight,” he chuckled.

“The mosquitoes are tearing me a new one, I had to hide my neck, I can't wait until winter,” you said, going up the steps as he laughed.

Entering your room, you immediately pulled off the cloth, staring into your reflection. Wincing, your fingers pressed against the two holes, moving to your lips, you thought about Lestat, how he kissed you as if it was his last kiss. Held you, as if you would slip away. He was everything you could ever want, and he was right about all of the things he'd said and for that reason, you would have to stay away from him.

“I’m so glad you're feeling better, partying just isn't the same without you,” Anna, your best friend, pouted, intertwining your arms, as you both sat in the back of the car.

“I know, I think I caught whatever Paul had,” you said to her.

“Lie”

You heard, making you glance around, but he was nowhere in sight. It had been two long weeks of hiding away in your room. At first, it was only until the bruising went down, no amount of makeup could hide the holes in your neck. Then it started, calling for you, telling you to come to him, but you couldn't, you wouldn't. He plagued your mind, crept into your thoughts and dreams. You felt crazy until it finally stopped, immediately, you were rejuvenated and accepted Anna’s invitation to her boy toys party.

“Your mother had you tending to him again? I swear, you need to get married Y/n so you can get away from them,” she said.

“Uh, Laurent lives in the French Quarter?” you asked, feeling the hairs on your body standing, as you recognized the area.

“Yeah, I forgot to tell you, he recently bought a house here,” she said, your eyes landed on his house, as the driver drove past.

Parking in front of the large home, you stared down the road, he stayed minutes away.

“Come on, I can't wait for you to meet him,” Anna squealed, dragging you into the house.

As the party began, houses down the road, Louis faced a dilemma. He and Lestat had been growing closer, concerning too many. He knew by their looks the multitude of slurs they were biting back. Lestat had brought Ms. Lily to his house, insinuating on a threesome. However, after a little kissing, he whispered into her ear, grinning as she fell into a deep sleep.

“Ms. Lily?” Louis pulled away, worriedly staring at her.

“She is only sleeping, where were we?”

“I’m supposed to trust your word, wake her up?” he said, lightly shaking her.

“I can't, she's in a deep sleep, she’ll wake up…eventually,” he chuckled to himself.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, she's innocent,” Louis screamed at him.

“When has prostitution become innocent?” Lestat laughed, watching as Louis picked her up, carrying her out of the house.

“Stay away from me”

“Y/n, come to me, I can not wait much longer, ma chérie,” he called out.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you leaned against the wall, the glass to your lips, as you listened to Anna’s boyfriend and his friends go about uninteresting matters.

“Ma chérie, I will set you free”

“Get out of my head,” you muttered under your breath, looking off to the side.

“You said something?” Anna asked you.

“No, I think I seen someone I know, I’ll be right back,” you excused yourself, going outside.

“Y/n, come,” he said, as soon as you were outside. You were beginning to panic, your body moving on its own, headed to his house. To his front door, until you reached for the knob, entering. Going to the living room, you stopped, his back facing you, as he stood in front of the piano.

“Why are you doing this to me? You have Louis,” you asked him.

“I have never wanted Louis, it was always you,” he said, as he finally faced you.

“He just left and wants me to stay away from him, you have no competition, ma chérie,” he continued.

“Lestat, I told you, I can't-

“I love you, and I see you, your efforts, your attempts to please everyone around you, to live up to the standard they have for you - but you don't need that with me. There is nothing too little or too much, you could do, to change the unconditional love that has grown,” he said. Embarrassed, you covered your face as you began to cry. You couldn't recount a time anyone had ever said something as loving.

“You don't want me, I’ve pretended my whole life-

“I want nothing more than to have you, and so you've done a little acting, it doesn't matter. Accept me, and your life will start anew, and you can decide, according to your standards what is best,” he said, he was in front of you within milliseconds, reaching for your hand.

“What are you?” you asked him.

“I will teach you, what I am, what you are, and what you're meant to be, I just need a yes, a simple nod from your beautiful head,” he said, caressing your hand.

Staring into his pale eyes, you wiped your tears, before hesitantly nodding.

“Yes,” you said, taken by surprise when he pressed his lips against your own. Kissing along your neck, you released airy moans, your eyes shut. Taking the back of his hand, he wiped the makeup from your neck, revealing the mole-like scarring from the bite.

“Your new life starts now,” he said, his fangs sinking into your neck.

In the end, the fly was left tangled in the webs of the beautiful spider, awaiting death. Lestat had succeeded and he couldn't wait for the eternity ahead, spent together.

[beyondthesefourwalls]

This Love Came Back to Me (3)

Summary: You and Bradley hadn’t ended on bad terms; really, you stopped before the two of you could even truly begin. Still, in the last seven months, you had never completely left his mind. So when you suddenly appeared in front of him at the bar, asking for a favor and pulling him into a kiss, he thought maybe it was the perfect opportunity to see if this time, things could be different. But what neither of you realized was that there’s more going on than just rekindling a lost romance, and it might not be as easy as simply just wanting it. 

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: second chance romance, language, allusions of smut and potential full smut, stalking, unhealthy obsessions, delusions of feelings, unwanted attention.

Part Three Word Count: 4.1K

Part Two

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You blinked awake slowly on Saturday morning to Bradley’s voice fading in your head. You touched your fingertips to your lips because you swore you could feel the faintest touch of a kiss from your dreams. It took a moment for the night before to flood back to you but when it did, a wide grin broke out on your face and you couldn’t stop yourself from turning your head to squeal into your pillow. 

Running into him had been the last thing you expected last night. You had been planning on grabbing drinks with your friend Anna and her new Navy boyfriend, only for them to cancel last minute. You had decided since you were already there that you would just grab a drink by yourself before going home. But then Paul had shown up out of nowhere. Again. You had been trying to escape when you caught sight of your ex-boyfriend across the bar. 

Truly, you don’t know what you were thinking, approaching him like you did. You hadn’t seen or spoken to him in months and even if you admittedly still harbored feelings for him, you had no right asking him for a favor now. But you had. And he went along with it willingly. Maybe even enthusiastically. 

And then he had asked, insisted, on buying you a drink. And one turned into two, and he was staring at you in a way that was so, so reminiscent of how he had looked at you back when you were dating. And after you had confessed that there hadn’t been anyone since him, he was kissing you. Not because you asked him to in a desperate attempt to trick an overly eager coworker, but because he wanted to. 

“Then why aren’t we still together, Bug?” 

You had wondered that often in the last seven months. Timing hadn’t been on your side back then, and despite how strongly you felt toward one another, neither of you had fought for it. It was a choice you had regretted since you made it.

The truth was, no one had ever made you feel the way Bradley Bradhaw did. You had resigned yourself to him being the one that got away, your “would’ve, should’ve, could’ve.” Even when he had wrapped his arm around you and led you out of the Hard Deck the previous night, following you home and then staying and talking with you for hours like no time at all had passed, you had wondered if it was too good to be true.

But then he had said that he didn’t want it to just be a one time thing, and you swore, your heart soared. You knew the two of you still had a lot to talk about, but for the first time in a while, you were feeling hopeful and excited. Even if the circumstances of the night didn’t start off the best.

Your smile slipped as Paul’s face flashed in your mind. 

Last night hadn’t been the first time he had randomly popped up in your space outside of work. You could convince yourself that the first few times at the grocery store had been nothing, since you often went to the one closest to the office during the week. And then the happy hours you could excuse as maybe he found out about it through other coworkers. But then two weekends ago, you had run into him outside of the gym where you did cycling and hot yoga. He had claimed he was looking into a membership, but where you went was an all women’s facility, and Paul was…not the gym type. Still, you had forced a smile and pretended to get a phone call and walked away before he could say much else, forcing yourself to brush it off as another weird coincidence. 

The Hard Deck, though..that was harder to explain. You lived nearly 30 minutes from the bar, and your office was 15 minutes in the opposite direction. There was no reason for him to be there, whatsoever. 

You shook your head to rid yourself of the thoughts before you could go further down the rabbit hole. You reasoned that if it wasn’t for Paul appearing, you don’t know that if you would have ever run into Bradley again. You could leave it at that for now. 

Scrambling around in your sheets for your phone, your texts were still pulled up when you unlocked the device. You had messaged back and forth for a few minutes after Bradley had let you know he got home, his last reply wishing you sweet dreams. And oh, they certainly had been. He was the star in all of them. 

You bit your lip as you typed out a quick text to him, a simple Good morning 😊 before you climbed out of bed to go take a shower. He hadn’t responded by the time you were done or by the time you had made it through getting ready, but it was barely 9:00 on a weekend, and the two of you had been up quite late anyway, so maybe he was still sleeping. You refused to entertain the thought of him changing his mind; Bradley was a lot of things, but a liar wasn’t one of them. 

You had just walked into your small kitchen to make something quick for breakfast when your doorbell rang. Your eyebrows furrowed together and the briefest hint of fear ran through you just as fast as it left. You weren’t expecting anyone today, especially this early. Your curtains were still pulled shut so no one could see inside, and figuring it was just a salesman of some sort doing old school door to door, you ignored it and went back to grabbing a piece of bread for toast. 

The doorbell rang again, followed by a quick knock, and you sighed in defeat. You kept your footsteps light as you made your way to the door and looked out the peephole. When you saw who was on the other side, you gasped and fumbled for the lock, throwing the door open.

“Bradley,” you breathed, “hi.” 

“Morning, Bug.” 

He was standing on your porch, all tall and handsome with two cups of coffee in hand. The way he was smiling at you made your heart skip a beat and the sound of the name only he called you had it beating faster all at the same time. You just stared at one another for a minute, not saying a word, before he raised an eyebrow.

“Can I come in?” 

“Oh!” you exclaimed. “Yes, of course. Come in.” 

You felt the heat rising to your cheeks as you moved to the side. He laughed softly as he stepped through the doorway. He handed you one of the cups after you closed the door behind him. 

“What are you doing here so early?” you asked. 

“Well, I was up really early this morning. And I know that you used to go to the farmer’s market across town on Saturday. We mentioned maybe seeing each other today, so I figured I would grab us coffee and then maybe go with you, if you’re going? Do you still go? I’m sorry, maybe I should have asked fir-”

You cut off his rambling by stepping into his personal space and wrapping your free hand around the back of his neck, pulling his face down to yours. You pressed your lips to his as sparks shot through you. 

He remembered. 

“I still go,” you told him. “And I’d love for you to go with me.” 

There was the faintest pink tint to his cheeks that made you want to squeal, knowing it was you who put it there. In an effort to contain it, you took a sip of the coffee he had brought you. It tasted exactly like what you always ordered, and truly, you didn’t know how you were going to avoid spontaneously combusting at how happy you were right now that he was here and seemed to remember everything.  

“Breakfast?” you asked. You winced at how high pitched your voice was and hoped he hadn’t noticed. “I was about to make toast.” 

“I’m starving,” he admitted, “but I was thinking we could grab something while we were there? Do they still have that bakery stand?” 

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Much to his chagrin, you beat Bradley at handing your card over to pay for the breakfast sandwiches and croissants. You smirked proudly at him as you took a bite. After you were done eating, you strolled around the large outdoor farmers market where different vendors spread out throughout the open space. It was crowded this morning so you shuffled closer together to avoid running into anyone. Halfway through, he had wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you directly into his side instead. You continued with your conversation without skipping a beat. He hadn’t stopped touching you since - a hand on the small of your back when you were sorting through apples, lacing his pinkie with yours when the aisles for the fresh bread stall were too slim for him to walk beside you. 

It was the best Saturday morning that you could remember. 

“I could go for another coffee,” Bradley said as you tried to decide if you wanted both green and red peppers. “Do you want one?” 

“I’ll take one,” you confirmed with a smile. 

He kissed your forehead before he walked away, promising to be back quickly. You watched his back until he’s out of sight and let out a long, happy sigh. You knew you still needed to have a serious conversation with him, but you couldn’t help but think about how you could get used to spending every Saturday morning like this.

Just like you had told him, you selected the peppers you wanted (green, red, and yellow) and then made your way over to the next produce section you were looking for. You were consulting one of the recipes you were planning on making that week when you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You furrowed your eyebrows and turned to look over your shoulder. There was an older couple at the table next to you, and a young mother with her son not too far behind you, but they were all focusing on themselves. You glanced around, but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. You tried to focus back on the food in front of you, but the prickling sensation in your brain stayed firmly present; you felt like someone was watching you, but you were sure it was just your mind playing tricks on you. Still, that uneasy feeling in your stomach continued to grow. 

You quickly grabbed the last of what you were after and made your way to the pay area, forcing a smile on your face for the older lady running it. Once she handed you your receipt, you stepped out of the tent the stall was under and scanned the area, trying again to see if you could find the source of this nagging feeling. 

You took a deep breath to try and center yourself. Goosebumps erupted over your skin and your nose scrunched up when you caught the faintest hint of what smelled like cheap locker room cologne that you swore you had smelled before. You looked to your right where you thought it was coming from, but it was still so crowded with people and no one met your eye or stood out. You bit the inside of your cheek, wondering if maybe you had just listened to one too many true crime podcasts this week and were just being paranoid. 

You jumped when you felt a brush against your arm, whipping your head around.

“Bradley,” you breathed, putting a hand over your heart, feeling it pound against your palm. You had been so distracted that you hadn’t seen him approaching, but the man in question was right there at your side, close enough to touch.

“Sorry,” Bradley apologized, “I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“It’s okay,” you assured, even as your pulse continued to race. You took a deep breath, this time catching the scent of something that was purely Bradley, and you couldn’t resist breathing in again as you felt the tension you had been feeling leave your body. 

The man in question was giving you a concerned look, forehead crinkled in worry. Before he could question anything, though, you caught sight of a colorful bouquet of flowers tucked under his arm. 

“Oh,” you said softly, “are those for me?” 

Seeing where your eyes were, Bradley’s face morphed into something more gentle, a smile tugging at his lips. 

He handed you a coffee first, freeing up a hand to grab the assortment wrapped in cellophane to hold out to you as well. You bit your lip as you took them, feeling that same giddiness from earlier come back in spades. He took your canvas bag full of purchases as you brought the bouquet up to your nose, delighting in the floral hitting your senses. 

“They’re beautiful,” you told him, “thank you.” 

“You’re welcome, Bug. Wanna keep looking around?” 

He held out his arm and you looped yours through it easily. You let your head rest against his bicep for a moment as the two of you started weaving your way through the crowd. It didn’t take long to get lost in his presence again and completely forget about the uneasiness that had momentarily distracted you. 

It had been cloudy all morning, though the forecast hadn’t called for any rain. So when the sky completely opened up right after you threw away your empty coffee cups about fifteen minutes later, a sound of surprise escaped your lips. Bradley cursed under his breath as people immediately began taking shelter where they could under vendor tents and awnings.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked, raising his voice to be heard over the rain. When you nodded, he gripped your hand tightly and the two of you made a mad dash toward the parking lot. You nearly slipped several times, but Bradley always steadied you, never letting you fall. By the time you made it to the Bronco, you were drenched. 

He opened the passenger side door, the grocery bags and flowers finding a home on the floorboards before he held out a hand to help you in, but you were too distracted to notice. His hair was plastered to his forehead and raindrops were caught in his mustache. Even standing soaking wet in the rain, huffing from the impromptu jog, this man was breathtaking. You couldn’t help the giddy laughter that bubbled out of you. You took his offered hand, but instead of letting him boost you into the seat, you tugged him closer, reaching up to thread your fingers through his sopping hair. 

“Bug, what-” 

You kissed him before he could finish.

Bradley didn’t hesitate to return it. His large hands cupped your wet cheeks without missing a beat, his mouth opening against yours. He tasted like coffee and raindrops and something simply just him that was more addicting than anything else could be. 

The rain poured down on you the entire time you stood there at the open car door. It wasn’t until a loud crack of thunder came from the sky that you pulled away. You were both breathing heavily, but his smile was just as wide as what you knew yours was. 

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When Bradley finally pulled into the driveway of your little rental house, you could have groaned in relief. You had checked the weather app on the drive back, and unexpected thunderstorms were on the radar for the rest of the day. You were looking forward to taking these wet clothes off and maybe jumping in a hot shower to rid yourself of the chill that had soaked into your bones. 

“I can throw your clothes in the dryer when we get inside. I might have a pair of sweatpants laying around that will fit you, but I’m not certain. We can figure something out.” 

You unbuckled your seatbelt and bent at the waist to gather the bags at your feet, but when Bradley didn’t say anything, you turned to look at him. He hadn’t moved to turn the engine off or get out. You swallowed thickly, straightening back up. 

“Were you…not planning on coming in?” you asked slowly. 

The look on his face was sheepish. “I didn’t want to assume that I could.” 

Your heart thudded a little faster at the consideration and control he was giving you. It came back to you, then, how you and Bradley still had so much to discuss and figure out. Between last night and this morning and how natural it felt being around him, it was so easy to forget that you weren’t together, that you hadn’t been in several months. The hesitation he was suddenly showing made you think that perhaps he was thinking the exact same thing. 

“‘I’d love for you to come inside, B,” you told him softly, “I think…we have a lot to talk about. So I want you to come inside. But only if you do, too?” 

A beat passed as the two of you stared at each other, and you were sure his mind was moving as quickly as yours. But after a moment, a smile crept on his handsome face, the faded scars tugging with the motion. He unbuckled himself and stretched to reach into the backseat to retrieve a Navy emblazoned backpack. His cheeks tinted pink when he saw your raised eyebrows. 

“Spare gym clothes,” he explained sheepishly.

He reached over and squeezed your hand before he pulled the keys from the ignition and then grabbed the door handle, looking at you expectantly. “Ready to make a run for it?” 

You took turns using your shower, Bradley insisting that you go first. You kissed his cheek once you were done and he passed you on the way into the bathroom. You settled on the couch and took the few minutes that he was in the shower to think over what it was you wanted to say to him. You wondered if it was a conversation you should have now, or if you could stretch the day out more before risking bursting the bubble you had been in with each other for the last 18 hours. You were confident that you both wanted to make things work, but you also knew that you wouldn’t be able to handle things starting up just to end up the same as they did last time. You felt like things were different now, more hopeful and sure, and you were pretty sure he did, too. 

God, you really hoped he did. 

You chewed the skin on the side of your thumb as the anticipation built. You were so caught up in your own head that you didn’t realize how much time had passed. Seeing Bradley walk out of your bedroom in a plain black tee and gray joggers had your pulse racing and your mind whirling even more. He made his way to you with that kind, soft smile on his face that made you dizzy. 

“Do you want to watch-” 

“I wish we would have tried harder,” you blurted out. 

You slapped a hand over your mouth when you realized what you had said. Bradley froze in his tracks a few feet away. You watched as surprise flickered over his features before he shook himself out of it. He took a silent but deep breath and settled himself on the edge of the coffee table directly in front of you. His bulky frame was so close that your knees touched. 

“I think-I-” Bradley cut himself off with a shake of his head and another deep breath.  You could tell he was trying to gather his thoughts, so even though you were buzzing with nervous energy now that you had just spewed those words out without warning, you gave him all the time he needed. 

“Yes,” he finally said, “I do too.” 

“Why didn’t we?” you brought yourself to ask. You snapped the hair tie on your wrist, the first time you had done it all day. Bradley reached out and laid a hand over yours before you could do it again. 

“I think it’s true that the timing sucked because of how busy we both got right there at the beginning. And I think we both took the easy way out instead of pushing through it and potentially getting hurt. Looking back, that really backfired. We may not have hurt each other, but we hurt ourselves.” 

You nodded slowly. His reasoning made sense, even if it stung. You smiled ruefully. “We’re idiots.” 

He huffed out a laugh and laced your fingers together. “Yes. We are.” 

You chewed the inside of your cheek as you considered your next words carefully. You were so nervous to say them, because you were scared that neither of you would have a good answer. “What makes this time any different?” 

Bradley’s brown eyes had been staring at your joined hands, but they snapped up to yours at the question. With a sigh, he shifted off the coffee table and sat beside you on the couch in one smooth movement. He tugged on the hand he was still holding. “Come here, Bug.”

At his urging, you maneuvered yourself so you were in his lap, your knees setting into the cushions on either side of him. Your hands rested on his strong shoulders as he wrapped his arms around you completely, pulling you even closer, but still with enough distance to be able to look directly into your eyes. 

“I don’t know for sure that this time will work.” 

Your whole body tensed, but Bradley kept his arms locked around you and started speaking again before you could try and bolt. 

“But I also know what it’s felt like to not have you in my life for the last seven months. I never thought I’d get a second chance with you, and I had accepted that I’d always think of you with a little bit of regret and a lot of what ifs. But then last night happened, and then this morning…I meant it when I said I wanted more than just a night. I know we should take more time and that maybe this is moving too fast, and who knows what will happen in the future, but I want to try to make things work this time. I don’t want to give up on us again. I just…I want another chance with you, Bug.” 

Bradley’s eyes were so earnest as they stared into yours. His face was completely open, showing every ounce of honesty and vulnerability. His words were steady and passionate and god, you believed him. 

“I want that too,” you breathed.

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” you nodded rapidly. You were feeling overwhelmed in the best way possible, like your heart was about to explode. 

You wanted him, and he wanted you, and you would try this time. 

He leaned in, brushing his nose against yours and whispering, “If I were a smarter man, I never would have let you go to begin with.”

You crashed your lips to his with a whimper. Bradley didn’t hold back, taking all that you gave him and giving you even more in return. It was a clash of tongue and teeth and he swallowed all the sounds you made. You only pulled away when breathing became an issue, but he didn’t stray. As you gasped for breath, he kissed down your neck. You tilted your head to make it easier on him, delighting in how his mouth felt against your skin. 

His hands settled on your behind, squeezing the flesh through the spandex of your leggings. The arch of your back caused your core to thrust down into his hardening length from your spot on his lap. You couldn’t help but moan his name and tug on his hair. 

“Bradley.” His lips released your skin with a pop and you guided his swollen lips back to your own. “I need you.” 

“You have me, baby.” 

“Take me to bed,” you pleaded breathlessly, lacing your fingers together behind his neck as you kissed him, “please, B.” 

He stood from the couch with you still in his arms. Your bedroom was right off the small living room and he barely pulled his mouth from yours as he navigated the both of you there. 

You may not have fought as hard as you should have the first time, but you’d be damned if you made that mistake twice. 

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anna. she/her. hello, welcome!

let’s find you that love story you need today! all fluffy or a bit more spicy? summertime heat, autumn breeze, cracking fireplace, birdsong…? more than happy to help! and they’re just waiting to get lost in your loving eyes. so, who will it be today?

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what hides beneath

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