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[toxicanonymity]

Collect calls. jailbird pt. 2 of 3

3600, cellmate's nephew!Joel x inmate f!reader

brilliant edit by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog. custom tats!

SUMMARY: You kinda try to be careful over the phone, but you want each other too bad. So it's hard. Rock hard. Joel sends you a short letter and comes to visit again. Follows Jailbird, but this is 69% dirty talk (I did the math). You can prob read alone. PT 3 of 3 is Parole. WARNINGS: I8+ SO HORNY, hella dirty talk from both, phone sex, mild degradation/teasing, tension, masturbation, Joel is a slut and mentions getting blown, creative mail. Barely edited horny chaos but I wanna feed ya and this ain't fine dining. A/N: Part 2 of 3. Thank you for the love on Jailbird! And THANK YOU @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for the amazing edit omg. Make sure you see the Jojo gif 🥵 His specific tattoos and all 😍 joel master list, @toxicfics for notifs. PART 3 HERE.

When you got back from visitation, your cellmate Mabel's face lit up.  She was excited to hear about it, but when she looked you over, she said, “Oh boy, it’s worse than I thought. . . I’m gonna go play spades, honey. You do what ya need to do.” 

You shook your head, “Mabel. . .”

“Take your time,” she said with a wink. "Not that you'll need it." Then she stood up and stretched before leaving the cell.  

You got in your bed, on your side, under the blanket. You clenched your thighs together looking at the picture of a slightly younger him with not nearly as much silver in his beard. You put your pillow between your legs, rolled over so you were mostly stomach-down, and your hips moved as you put your head in the crook of your arm and recalled the way he looked at you, his strong hands, his tattoos. His voice. You wondered what it sounded like when it wasn’t through a telephone, but god damn, it did something to you. “ain’t nothin’ harder than mine, baby.” Fuck. 

You were already getting close, wouldn’t even need to use your hand at this rate. You thought about the way his arm flexed as his hand moved in his lap. Oh God, the bulge and outline in his jeans when he stood up. The way he adjusted himself.  He might be too big for you to take all of him, but god damn, you'd give it your best shot. You rubbed yourself against your pillow to the rhythm of his hand rubbing his lap in your mind, clenched your thighs again and you came, whining "Jojo" into your elbow. You heard it too many times a day to get it out of your head – He told you to call him Joel, but Mabel made it somewhat difficult. 

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He was hot as fuck, but it was also cute how close he and Mabel were. It made him seem like a good guy, even though neither of them were particularly upstanding members of society.  You supposed neither were you by most standards, but it’s not like any of you had ever intentionally hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. That you knew of.  The fact that Jojo served time was hot and also put you at ease. It had to have been a while based on the spiderweb, unless he was just trying to look hard, but he didn’t seem the type to bullshit anything. How did you even know what type he was though? You hardly knew  him? You dreaded Mabel’s teasing but you could withstand it in order to find out more.

You got off once more while you were at it, taking advantage of the privacy.  Then you sat up, rested against the wall, and just looked at the picture. Unfolded, you looked at both of them. It was so sweet. He looked happy. His hand on her shoulder had the spade tattoo.  Your eyes fell on your own poke-and-stick clover from Mabel and your stomach fluttered when you saw the flared stem and circular leaves. It might as well have been a Club.  “Mabel,” you muttered and shook your head.  

While she was still playing Spades, you went over to her bed to look at the other photos up close. In another picture, they were at a barbecue in a parking lot. Joel was on the left and Mabel was on the right. Joel was wearing a wifebeater and Mabel was wearing a black t-shirt with a carousel pony on the right pocket.  

You hadn’t noticed before, but there were a few women in swimsuits and aprons in the background. One of them was looking at Jojo. Who wouldn’t? Mabel’s words echoed in your mind — of course he’d like you. You’ve got a cunt and  you’re not bad lookin'. you rolled your eyes. Shit. You resolved to put yourself in pro mode and try to detach. 

—--

Over the next week, you spoke with him several times on the phone. You tried to be careful. You wren’t sure if all calls were reviewed or it was just by sample. You figured it would be suspicious to ask. You hoped whoever listened didn’t mind some harmless horny talk.  The only stuff they should really care about should be scheming. Like making moves and putting out hits from the inside. Or smuggling from the outside. 

—---

He answered the phone, “There she is.”  A vaguely endearing greeting since you and Mabel called from the same collect number. 

“Hey handsome,” you responded. 

“I was just thinkin’ about ya, jailbird.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” he said deeply then sighed. “Ya just missed it.” Good God, his voice.

“Missed–”

“C’mon, baby. Use that pretty head. How bout I’ll wait for ya tomorrow?” 

Your heart skipped a beat.  “Yeah.”

“Just call at the same time.” 

“Okay,” you agreed with a smile in your voice. “It was nice to see you the other day. . .” 

“Oh, baby you got no idea,” he groaned. “I’m comin’ back next week.” 

“Are they gonna let you back?” you giggled.

“They’ve gotta! I didn’t do nothin’.”

“You didn’t. . .you’re right. . .” 

“Hey don’t give’em any ideas.”

"Right," you laughed. 

"What are ya gonna do when ya get out?"

“In general? Try to find honest work, I guess.” 

“Nothin’ dishonest ‘bout what you were doin’. But I hear ya, parole’s a bitch.” 

“You on parole?”

“Nah, long time ago though.” 

‘Yeah?”

“Kept my nose clean the whole damn time.  Ended up back in the can anyway.” 

"For what"

"Framed for fuckin' murder."

"What??"

"Relax, I was exonerated." 

"No shit."

"Yeah." He cleared his throat and changed the subject. "You ever danced?"

"Course I fuckin' danced"

"Where at?"

"In memphis."

"Oh, I dunno jack shit about that scene."

"Wasn't great."

"Guess that's where you uh, got your start though."

"Yeah."

"Well do what ya want but lemme know if ya need a gig."

'Thanks." 

He sighed. "I know it sucks not gettin' any in there. "

"Yeah."

"Are ya? Gettin' any? Girls, guards?"

"No," you answered, looking over your shoulder. "Think I could tell ya if I was, though?"

"Shit, sorry." 

"You gettin' any?" 

"Oh I'm a straight up ho." 

"Yeah?" You asked, intrigued.  "Surprised I hadn't seen ya at the clinic," you teased. 

"Cause I'm way the fuck 'cross town. Got our own clinic." 

"Good for you." A pleasant surprise that he stayed clean. 

"Yeah, on a first name basis. Make my girls go, too. Still wrap it most the time though." 

"Your girls."

"Dancers."

"Right." Mabel had mentioned he worked at a club. "Well, at least one of us is gettin' some."

"Shit, I was gettin' some sugar the other night," he said. "Pretty little head between my legs 'n I was lookin' at your picture."

Your heart fluttered. "No shit," you laughed. "My picture, huh?"

"Ohh, you don't even know. I want it bad, sugar, and I ain’t even tasted it." 

"Yeah?" 

"Shit I prolly think about it as much as you do . . .and I've got a life." 

"Who says I think about it?" You asked flirtatiously.

"I got ESP. Makes me tingle when ya do."

"Oh does it?"

"Ya think about me in the shower, in bed. . ." 

You laughed. "And where do you think about me?"

"Fuckin' everywhere. I've gotta have ya, baby. So bad it hurts." 

—----------

Whenever you came back to your cell after talking to Jojo, Mabel would leave to make a phone call or go to the common area to watch whatever outdated movie was playing in the common area. Often with a wink. She knew he got you all wound up. 

—----------

You called him at the same time the next day. 

"How's your week been," you asked. 

"Hard," he said, then his voice became hornier.  "So fuckin' hard. . . n' that's all you." You could hear his belt and zipper. 

"Wish I could help."

“i'm sure ya can once you're out. If you wanna hang out sometime.” You heard a bottle click open then squirt. 

You teasingly hummed as though thinking it over. "Mmmm. . . .I dunno, what would you wanna do?”

“I can pick ya up right from the slammer, ‘less ya got someone else.”

“I don’t.”

“Great, then we can just. . . i dunno, get to know each other,” he mused, then added at a lower pitch, “In the back seat of my whip. Stop off somewhere close.” 

“Oh yeah?”

“Fuck yeah,” he said. “You don’t understand, baby. I’ve gotta see what’s under that garb.” His hand was sliding up and down his lubed up cock. “I’ve gotta feel it.” 

Butterflies swarmed in your chest and you sighed.

“What were ya wearin’ when ya got picked up?”

“Well. . . you already know what I’m in for. . .”

"Damn right I do, and you're gonna find out."

You laughed – at visitation, he said you were in for it. . 

"C’mon, jailbird. What were ya wearin.”

“A black microskirt"

"Mmm."

"Black mesh crop top"

"Yeahhh"

"Over a pink bra.”

“Ohhh, fuck,” he sighed. “Shoes?”

“Shit, I’m not–hmm." You tried not to overthink it. "Definitely platforms. Silver and clear, I think."

He gave a low whistle. "Sounds hot as shit." 

“And fishnets. Shit, that's all I had,” you laughed. "Maybe you can bring me something else." 

“God damn, that’s what I get to pick ya up in?”

“I mean, I wasn’t planning on the fishnets.”

“Commando in that skirt? Shit, that’s even better.” His breath grew heavier. "Fuck it, just sit on me while I drive," he murmured. "Yeah, fuckin' sit on *this* the whole drive–ugghh." As if avoiding the word cock would make this conversation passable.

You sighed and tried to hide your arousal from the Corrections Officer (CO) standing 8 ft away. 

"Can't get it in ya soon enough, baby." 

"Mmm," you said quietly. "Can't wait."

"Jailbird, you're fuckin killin' me." He moaned. "Hot as hell. . . fuck."

"You sure I can take it?"

"Fuck, I dunno, baby," he panted. "It's a lot."

"I could tell"

"Uugggghhh," He groaned and you heard his hand sliding faster on his dick. "And what'd ya think about that ?"

"Oh, I’m up for the challenge,” you cooed saucily. "Just get me nice 'n ready."

"You ready right now?"

"The second I heard your voice."

"Fuck, I gotta know what ya taste like"

"Mmm."

"Yeah," he panted.,"And when you're nice and ready, then what?"

You lowered your voice to a near whisper. "Oh, just fuckin' wreck me. Split me open, baby." All you could do was clench your thighs together.

"Ohhh god"

"Don't hold back"

"Ohh fuck–couldnt if I tried." He sighed.

You had lost all restraint and just prayed whoever reviewed this call would be cool.  

"Just stuff me full of it," you whispered. 

"Fuck, yeah."

"Stretch me out." 

"Ohh yeah." 

"Pound me so hard i can’t see straight."

"Shit." He moaned and his hand moved faster. 

"And then? Fill me the fuck up. I wanna feel it." 

"Fuck yeah," he panted "i'll be seepin' outta ya for days."

"Then you better fill me up again." 

"Jesus, fuck–ohhh." 

"Don't tell me you'd spill it this fast."

"Oh fuck you," he laughed in good humor. "I'm not spillin' shit." You could still hear his hand. 

"Not even if I'm sittin' on ya while ya drive?"

"Not even." 

"Not with one hand on the wheel and one on my tit?"

"Ohh fuck," he breathes.  "No, no. . ."

"And I'm moanin' your name with every bump in the road?"

"Mmmm, fuck, baby."

"Oh ya like that?" 

"Fuckin'--fuck–fuckin' love it."

"Wouldya mind slidin' that hand down between my legs?" 

"Wherever ya want it, baby."

"Ugh, those big hands," you whispered. "I just know you can use'em."

"Fuckin' right I can," he panted.  

"Hope ya don't finish while you're drivin' with me in your lap."

"All ya gotta do is sit still."

"Imagine the mess if you came." 

"Fuck, baby," he sighed.

"Every time we hit a bump, more would spill out in  your lap.”

“Ohh, fuck."  Then a long, drawn out moan like he was coming. You were throbbing wildly. 

"Knew ya were close," you laughed. Then you heard a heavy smack on his end of the line. Then there was nothing but breathing for a minute, then it sounded like he was writing. 

"What are you doing now?"

"Addressing an envelope."

"You're not mailing me your–"

"No I'm not mailin' you my" he laughed,  "Load."

"Just a letter?

"Yeah. . . Just a letter." 

"Mmkay. . . How 'bout a picture?"

His tone was warm and flattered. "Oh I can throw in a pic. But it's not gonna be the kind ya *really* want."

"Booo," you pouted.

'Think you'll like it anyway."

"Yeah, I can fill in the rest." 

Your time was up. 

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You went back to your cell and sighed as you sat down on your bed. Mabel started to leave but you said, "no, you're good." You'd rub one out later. You wanted to ask Mabel if he really liked you, but you wouldn't let yourself be vulnerable like that. You were still trying to detach.  

"You're right, he's cool," you said. 

 "You like him, don't ya? He likes you, too.”  

She reached under her mattress into the fitted sheet and got out her poke and stick supplies. “C’mere, let's just get it over with,” she said. 

“What, uh, what do you wanna give me?”

"J. . . O. . ." 

Your whole upper body heated up and you laughed under your breath, "Mabel." She was mostly kidding. 

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Visitation day came and you weren't nervous, just excited. He was wearing a too-small, black softwash t-shirt, black jeans, and a chain.

“Be good,” the guard warned Joel as you picked up the phone on your side. 

"Yes, officer,” Joel replied with a respectful nod, then sat down. You noticed his rings as he picked up his phone. “We gotta be good,” he said with a wink.  

“So be good,” you told him vacantly as your eyes roamed his tattoos. 

He stared at you for a few seconds, hungrily taking in the mundane sight of you in your garb. He shook his head like he couldn’t believe it. 

“How’d ya get hotter? Chicks don’t get hotter in lock-up, much less in a week.” 

“What, and men do? It’s in your head.”

“Well yeah, we work out like mad.” 

“Guess you’ve got me there.” 

“Not talkin’ 'bout your body. It’s bangin’, but, I mean–no makeup and you’re pretty as hell.” 

You smiled and shrugged, "thanks," then whispered, "but I think you're just horny," with a wink.  He returned the shrug. 

A few seconds of silence passed as he checked you out. You salivated over his arms stretching his shirt. He leaned forward and put his elbows on the table. “Whatcha thinkin about?”

“I’m thinkin’ ya look like a slutty bouncer. . .You get this shit at Spirit Halloween?”

Joel chuckled. “Well . . . you know what *I’m* thinkin’ about.” His eyes glued to your chest. 

Yeah, yeah, he’s gotta see what’s under that garb. “Yeah, you’ll see it, honey," you said. 

It was a struggle knowing what to say–you wanted to “be good” and not get cut short, but you also wanted to indulge in your fantasies. 

Joel asked, “Where ya wanna go when ya get out?”

“Anywhere. Got some place in mind?”

“Could take ya to my place. Mabel taught me a mean pot roast recipe.” 

You smiled. “You’re makin' me hungry.”

“Oh I’m starvin’, baby.”

"Long drive?"

He exhaled with a puff of his cheeks. "It’ll feel long that day."

“I’m sure it will,” you purred, looking down as if you could see through the booth right to his cock. You wet your lips. “So what’s between here and home?”

He took a deep breath, thought for a second, and told you what highway it was. 

“Oh, okay,” you nodded. “There’s a seven eleven right outside the gate here. 

“There sure is," Joel nodded. "Clean bathrooms too. I checked on my way.”

“You did not.” 

“I’m tellin’ ya," he nodded. "Stopped for gas. First thing I thought about. Swear I think about it as much as you do.” 

“So what’s in the bathroom?”

“Steel handicap railing about hip height”

You raised your eyebrows, intrigued.

“Pretty sturdy to hold onto, or even sit on.” He looked over his shoulder “Like if someone needed a rest or whatever.” He rolled his eyes. 

“Right," you said softly as you nodded. 

"Diaper changin' thingy, too."

You scrunched your face up. 

"Like if ya needed to bend over it and stretch your back.” 

"Ah," you nodded. "Nah."

“Parking lot?”

“That close to here, it’s gotta be crawling with pigs.” 

“Right,” he said in a trance, looking at your mouth. 

“Alright, where else is there," you asked. 

"Rest stop. They got picnic tables near the woods if ya need to, uh," he looked down, "Sit down," he said quieter, "n' take a rest." 

"Oh, I won't want a rest." You slowly shook your head and your eyes lingered on his chain. 

He groaned softly and rested his chin in his hand. He whispered, "You're killin' me here." He scratched his beard and you tingled at the sight of the silver patches, his pinky ring, his hand tattoos–the faded barbed wire.  You sighed. 

"You bein' good?" He asked. 

"Yeah." You resigned yourself to harmless small talk for a few minutes, but it was obvious what you both were thinking about.  There were long silences where you just stared at each other.  

“Just a few more weeks and I’m yours,” you teased. 

His eyes widened and he raised his eyebrows. “You serious?”

Oh, shit - you didn’t wanna scare him off.  Really didn’t even mean it like that, but, you also didn’t mind the thought of him as a boyfriend. 

You nodded and teased, “yours to do what you please.”

He blew out a puff of air. "God damn, baby. I don't think you know what’s comin’ your way.”

“Can’t wait to find out, though.”

“Oh, you’re gonna find out.”  He dug his hand into his lap but didn’t move it. “Shit.”

“Sorry.”

“Never be sorry.”

The guard barked,”Hands where I can see’em,” and Joel obediently raised his hand and put both elbows on the table again. 

"You ain't gonna want no one else again." 

You rolled your eyes at his cockiness which actually turned you on. 

"Don't say I didn't warn ya," he cautioned. 

"Okay," you shrugged with a contemplative frown. 

"Shit, I might be in the same boat." He swallowed and looked like he meant it. Like maybe you were doing something to him that hadn't been done.

"Get my letter yet?" Joel asked. 

"No." 

He smirked, then it faded as he checked you out for the hundredth time. He shook his head, sat back, and took a deep breath.  "This is fuckin' torture." 

"Then it's a good thing I waited til now to ask about ya." 

"the best torture," he clarified, his forehead beginning to glisten. "I'm gonna fuckin explode when I'm back in my ride."  He looked at the unopened box of tissues on his side of the booth, intended for crying visitors. "Thank God I didn't ride the hog." Fuck, he had a motorcycle, too? He held the phone wedged between his ear and shoulder while he opened the plastic on the box and tried to get the tissues started. Then he took three tissues out.  Your breath hitched at the thought of his cum. Was it silky? Stringy? Watery? Sticky? What'd it taste like? Ugh. 

"HANDS," the guard said when he saw Joel finish pocketing the tissues. The guard stepped forward. "Say goodbye, let's go."

"Fuck." Joel sighed and closed his eyes. "Sorry, jailbird." 

When he stood up, you could see the outline of his hard dick on his thigh. You took a deep breath and pried your eyes off his crotch to briefly meet his eyes. He winked and you managed a small smile before eyes fell right back to his jeans as he adjusted himself. Fuck. 

—---------------

Joel’s letter came a couple days later. A photo fell out of it. Black and white. He was sitting in a chair and smoking with one hand holding the cigarette up and his other hand resting between his legs.  Arms blazing in a white t-shirt. Squinting at the camera. He looked hot as hell despite having all his clothes on. He looked like a model. 

The letter was on plain white printer paper, and the letter was short: 

Be good, jailbird. I'll take ya anywhere. 

Sweet, and also sexy. God, you wanted him to take you. 

You flattened out the letter and admired his poor but legible handwriting. Not as bad as some you'd seen. His handwriting was hot.  It was cute that he didn't use any special stationary.  He was a simple man. And God, what a man. You ran your fingers over the words,  and they caught on a different texture.  Something on the paper.  You smelled it and it wasn't cum. It was, like, lotion or Vaseline. 

Wait. You held it up, and your breath hitched. 

You looked behind you to make sure no one was watching, then you stood up, got closer to the light, and held it at an angle. Holy shit. It was his dick print, diagonal across the paper.  A bolt of desire shot through your body.  It was transparent but the different texture was visible. You could see the head, then most of the shaft. It was detailed, there was texture. Even a couple of veins. 

You sat on your bed, leaning against the wall with your knees up.  You rested the paper against your knees at an angle with the tip pointed between your legs.  You just wanted to get a sense of the size–and boy did you–but the sight of it, God. Just the silhouette of it lined up right there made you feral. You needed it so bad.  Needed him.  Who the hell mails a dick print? Fuckin’ Jojo, he was gonna be the death of you.

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Thank you so much for reading and engaging! Your engagement really keeps me going, I love y'all.

This AU is due to @beskarandblasters and @wannab-urs and their hilarious list of new joel tropes. But I played myself because he's actually hot and I want him?

Notes

The slapping sound after he came was him letting his cock slap onto the paper.

There are a lot of correctional facilities where they wouldn't get away with all this so you gotta suspend disbelief.

The strip club will be an alternate timeline of this Joel set in the past.

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[leslie-lyman]

And I’ll Be All in Clover

Summary: Marcus attends the White House Easter Egg Roll and finds someone he did not expect.

Pairing: Congressman!Marcus Pike x nameless OFC/f!reader

Rating: G

Word count: 3.2k

a/n: Oh hi there. It’s been a minute, huh? Remember when I promised this update like three months ago? I’ve been tinkering on and off with this installment forEVER and finally finished it! Note that we find out some more about Marcus’s mystery lady from Part 1 here; she is referred to only with she/her pronouns and no defining physical description, so you can read her as a female reader insert if you like, though she does have a specific job and background in this story. If you’d like to be notified when I post new writing, please follow my writing update blog @leslie-lyman-writes and turn on notifications.

Part 1 || Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist

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“Alright, who is she?”

Marcus flinches, startled at the sound of Linda’s voice. He turns towards the door of his office where his chief of staff is standing, one hip resting against the door jam.

“What are you talking about?”

Linda shakes her head, wild black curls swishing back and forth over her shoulders.

“Don’t play dumb, Marcus. It doesn’t suit you. You’ve been moping around the office for three weeks, staring off into the middle distance, and I’m pretty sure it’s not because you’re daydreaming about the defense budget or campaign finance reform. So who is she?”

Linda is astonishingly good at reading people. It’s part of what makes her such an effective chief. But Marcus is also astonishingly easy to read, and Linda knows about his history with women better than most.

It’s especially embarrassing that he can’t actually answer her question. And the shame at being caught out makes him raise his hackles in defense.

“You know, just because I may have been a little quiet lately doesn’t mean it’s automatically about a woman,” he huffs. “Not everything with me is always about a woman. I’m capable of caring deeply about lots of things. Maybe I’ve been mulling over what I wanna say at the NASA hearing this week. Or wondering whether Jackie Evers is gonna agree to co-lead our economic development bill. Or wrestling with the fact that San Antonio remains the most impoverished major city in the nation.”

“Marcus…”

“Three hundred and fifty thousand people below the poverty line, Linda,” he continues, working himself up. “And what are we doing to make it better? Children going hungry, undocumented families scared for their lives, lead pipes in the walls and guns on the streets, money for fighter jets but none for child care, and you think just because I’ve been a little moody lately that it’s about a woman? You’re really gonna just walk into my office and assume that any change in my mood has to be about a woman?”

Linda waits until he’s gotten it all out of his system, watching him rise from his seat and gesture more and more broadly with his hands the more indignant he becomes. When he finally stops, breathing like he’s just run a hundred-meter dash, she simply raises one eyebrow and says:

“So what is it about, then?”

Marcus meets her stare with his own for a few seconds, then deflates entirely, flopping back into his chair.

“It’s about a woman.”

Linda has the good grace not to lord her correct assumption over him. She merely hums at the satisfaction of being right and wanders over to stand in front of Marcus’s desk. She tosses a small envelope at him, which he catches with a start.

“What is this?”

“A distraction.”

With a small frown Marcus opens it, pulling out a slip of official-looking card stock.

“The White House Easter Egg Roll?”

“Rebecca was supposed to go with me and Olivia, but she has to work. So now I have an extra ticket.”

“I suppose that I should be flattered that I’m your second choice right after your wife.”

Linda rolls her eyes.

“Oh please. You need to snap out of this funk you’re in, and perhaps getting outside and touching some grass will help. And if that grass so happens to be on the South Lawn at a wholesome family event where President Ramirez will also be in attendance, along with a certain senator whose support you need to get the drug treatment court money included in the omnibus…”

Marcus looks up, suddenly interested.

“Jones will be there? How do you know?”

“Because I know everything.”

Marcus has yet to find that to be untrue.

“He’s been dodging my calls for weeks.”

“I know.”

Linda can see the wheels turning in Marcus’s brain based on this new information, and knows that he’s probably already jumping ahead to formulating what he’d say to make his pitch for the money to the senator.

This is what Marcus needs: a cause and a plan.

“I’m gonna need updated stats on — ”

“Yeah.”

“And I’d like to look over the list of organizations that have come out in support again, too.”

“Yup.”

Marcus stares hard at the base of the lamp on his desk without really seeing it as he thinks things through.

“If I could just talk to him about it, if I could just lay out the case for this funding, I know I could convince him to do it. I know I could.”

Nearly twenty-five years in politics has made Linda nothing if not a realist. But to see the fervor with which Marcus clings to his convictions, to his belief in people and in their ability to do the right thing, threatens to chip away at her more jaded edges. She can’t bring herself to try and rein in his optimism, so she gently changes the subject.

“Olivia will love to see you too. It’s been too long since she’s gotten to hang out with her Uncle Marcus. And maybe you could try and have some fun while we’re there? You know, relax a little bit? There’s usually a few celebrities who show up to this thing. There’s a rumor going around that Bad Bunny might make an appearance this year.”

Marcus lets out a bark of laughter.

“That’s funny,” he says.

The look on Linda’s face remains unamused.

“Y’know, cause it’s the Easter — ”

“Shut up, and don’t be late.”

The sounds of Marcus chuckling follow her all the way to her office.

———

The White House Easter Egg Roll dates back to 1878. Egg rolling had become a popular Easter Monday event for Washington, DC’s children in the 1870s, who would race their eggs down the west grounds of the United States Capitol. In 1876, Congress outlawed the practice out of concern for the impact on the Capitol grounds. Two years later, President Rutherford B. Hayes initiated the first White House Easter Egg Roll as a new alternative venue for the tradition.

In its present form, thousands of families descend upon the South Lawn every Easter Monday for an event that has become essentially the world’s most tightly secured garden party. The titular egg roll is still the main event, but the vast grounds that stretch from the White House’s Truman Balcony down to the edge of the Ellipse also boast all manner of food stations, educational activities for kids, a proper Easter egg hunt, a petting zoo, various costumed characters, and a performance stage.

The United States Marine Corps Band is halfway through a rendition of “Easter Parade” when Marcus, Linda, and Olivia enter the grounds. It’s a beautiful day for the event; April weather in DC can range from sleet to blazing sun, but today is downright idyllic. Fluffy clouds float across the clear blue sky over the nearby Washington Monument. The South Lawn gleams emerald green, covered in a sea of people in mostly pastel outfits.

Dressing for an event at the White House is usually a formal affair, but per Linda’s advice Marcus has foregone a tie and opted for the most springtime-like shirt in his closet: a button-down in crisp periwinkle under a suit a shade too bright to be considered navy. A Congressman’s business casual.

Olivia is, as predicted, overjoyed to see the man she’s called Uncle Marcus since she learned to talk. She remains glued to Marcus’s side as they wander the grounds, stopping to load up on sugary snacks and feed handfuls of grain pellets to the baby goats at the petting zoo. Her long black curls and boundless energy mirror Linda’s, and before long she has grass stains and dirt streaks on her pink Easter dress but neither of her chaperones is concerned. Stains will wash out, Linda had told Marcus once, the fun she had getting them is far more important.

It’s more fun than Marcus has had in a long time. It’s a beautiful day with people he considers family, but there’s a twinge of something he feels deep in his gut that threatens to spoil it for him.

Envy.

He would be hard-pressed to find a situation that makes more clear than this one that which he lacks: a family of his own. He’s surrounded by the shrieks and laughter of children, the sight of moms and dads cheering their kids on as they race eggs down the steepest part of the South Lawn’s slope. He’s spotted many of his colleagues here, other members of Congress with their families, happy and together and full of love for each other. There is no doubt in Marcus’s mind that he loves Olivia, but nothing can ever change that fact that she isn’t his.

After the painful saga of his divorce and the whole mess with Theresa, Marcus had thrown himself not long after into the drastic career change of running for office. That had consumed eighteen months of his life and had worked wonders in keeping him so busy and exhausted that the idea of venturing out into the dating world again had been pushed from his mind. His singleness had even become something of an object of fascination to the public. Politico had dubbed him “Congress’s Most Eligible Bachelor” not long ago on what must have been a particularly slow news day. But now…

He’s starting to think he’ll never stop yearning for it, of finding that someone, that connection, that partner. Of having what everyone else does: a happily ever after. And he’s also starting to fear that it might never happen.

“I don’t see Jones yet,” Linda murmurs to him as they clean their hands after the baby goat encounter. Oh right, he remembers. This is also technically a work event.

“Somehow I can’t picture him willingly spending much time near farm animals,” Marcus replies.

Linda makes a noise of amused agreement before Olivia suddenly lets out a squeal of excitement.

“Mom, mom, look! It’s Bluey!”

Sure enough, the cartoon’s titular dog has made an appearance near the performance stage to the audible delight of seemingly every kid here. Olivia grabs Linda’s hand and starts trying to drag her over.

“You know I’d hoped when she turned five she’d move beyond her Bluey obsession, but it hasn’t happened yet,” Linda mutters to Marcus.

“The trials of parenthood,” Marcus grins.

“I’ll take her over there, why don’t you go do a lap and see if you can’t run into a certain senator?”

Marcus nods.

“And you looked at the latest stats on recidivism?” Linda calls over her shoulder as Olivia impatiently leads her away.

“Yes! Now go get your kid a picture with that dog!”

———

Marcus wanders. He stops to say hello to some of the other Members he knows and is friendly with. Several times it’s other people who stop him. He’s a more recognizable face than most other elected officials, despite his short tenure on the job, and every few minutes someone comes up and asks for a selfie.

There are also professional photographers mingling about from the ever-present White House Press Corps, the gaggle of reporters from all manner of news outlets assigned to cover the White House. Marcus runs into a journalist he’s spoken with a few times from CBS News and grants him a quick interview for the outlet’s TikTok about what his first Easter Egg Roll has been like so far. But there’s no sign yet of the senator he’s hoping to speak with.

He’s wandering past the section of the lawn where Jorge Ramirez, the First Gentleman, is reading from a picture book to a group of children when he notices a camera pointed in his direction out of the corner of his eye. He turns in the photographer’s direction and before she even lowers her camera recognition hits him like lightning.

The woman from the botanical gardens.

The surprise is written all over his face and he knows it, but he can’t muster the wherewithal to school his expression into anything more neutral before he hears the click of the camera’s shutter. But when she lowers the device, she’s smiling at him, and the unexpected delight at seeing her again has him grinning back.

She walks over to him, inspecting the photo she’d just taken on the camera’s display. She’s dressed in black trousers, a white blouse, and comfy-looking sneakers, a black camera bag slung over one shoulder.

“Hello again, Congressman,” she says.

“Hi,” is all Marcus manages.

Something from their first meeting occurs to him then that throws cold water over his excitement.

“I thought you said you weren’t press.” He tries to keep his tone as light as possible.

She fishes an ID badge on a lanyard out from around her neck and holds it out for him to see. It’s not the standard press badge all credentialed reports are required to wear when on White House grounds. It’s a staff badge.

“You work for the President?”

“I do.” She tucks the badge away. “I used to be press, but I’ve since come over to the other side.”

“Ah.”

The chatter of a thousand people surrounds them. Not far away the band finishes a medley of Disney songs to a round of applause. But to Marcus it all feels very far away. Instead he’s hyper-aware of every detail about her: her fingers fidgeting a bit nervously with the camera she still holds, the white flash of her teeth between pretty pink lips, the mismatched earrings she wears (one a carrot, the other a bunny).

“I didn’t get a chance to get your name, before,” he says.

She gives it to him, and the knot he’s carried around in his chest for weeks wondering who this woman is loosens.

“Marcus Pike,” he returns, holding out his hand.

“Oh, I know,” she replies teasingly. Her grip is firm and sends a little shiver of electricity up Marcus’s spine.

Being an FBI agent meant that Marcus was used to projecting an air of authority, to having people sit up and take notice of when he spoke. But being an elected official deferred upon him even more authority whether he felt it was earned or not, it made his time, his attention, be in great demand. If you knew who he was, you probably wanted something from him. And people were so impressed by him, so deferential to him, so flattering and accommodating. Many of his colleagues let it go right to their heads. But all it did was make Marcus constantly second-guess who he could trust.

There’s nothing of that here with this woman. What he sees is the curve of her lip and the quirk of her eyebrow and what he hears is her Oh, I know but what he feels is that she fails to find his status impressive or intimidating and how refreshing that is. How rare, these days, for him to have a conversation feeling like someone is talking to him instead of his title.

“I’m so happy to see you again,” he tells her. “I…regret that our conversation in the gardens got cut short.” He hopes she doesn’t take that to mean he’s blaming her.

She shrugs, attempting to look nonchalant, her bag shifting at the movement.

“I know how it is with Members. I didn’t want to impose on too much of your time.”

“You could have,” Marcus blurts out before he can stop himself.

“You could have,” he repeats more quietly. “Talking with you…it was the best part of my day. Of my whole week. I haven’t stopped thinking about it.” About you, he adds silently, but doesn’t say aloud.

The teasing edge to her smile fades, replaced by something shyer, more genuine.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about it either,” she admits.

Warmth blooms in Marcus’s chest that has nothing to do with the bright April sunshine.

“Could I — could we talk more, sometime?”

“Are you asking me out, Congressman?”

“It’s Marcus, actually,” he says with a coy grin, finally finding the ability to flirt again that usually comes so naturally to him.

Something in her face falters, a flash of disappointment.

“Not here, it’s not,” she murmurs, “not right now.”

Her eyes slide past his to glance about at the crowds of people around them. Guilt clenches in his gut as reality floods back in, the bubble around them bursting and the sounds of the crowds around them suddenly returning to full volume in his ear. How could he be so careless? He’s a Member of Congress, she’s a White House staffer, and right now, she’s working. There are still power dynamics here that he’s completely forgotten about until this moment.

“Oh, fuck, you’re right. I’m so sorry, forget I said anything—”

“Don’t be.” She shakes her head at him, eyes wide. “What I meant by ‘not right now,’ is that—it’s not that I’m not inter—” She blows a raspberry with her lips and swipes a hand over her face.

“What I mean to say is, I should be done with work today by seven. If, if you’d like to talk more. Which I would very much like, for the record.”

She reaches into her camera bag and pulls out a crisp white business card and a pen, scribbling a phone number down on the back. He takes it from her when she holds it out to him, their fingertips just barely brushing.

“Hey boss!” The sound of Linda calling for him from over his shoulder is a rough yank back to reality. He turns to find her walking towards them, a giddy Olivia in tow.

“Senator Jones, three o’clock.” And sure enough, off to Marcus’s right, he spots the man in question, sun gleaming off both his bald spot and his veneers, talking with several other men in stuffy suits and ties.

Linda looks past Marcus at his no-longer-a-mystery woman, then back at him, the look on her face telling him that she’s immediately figured out who it is he’s been talking to.

“I’m sorry,” Marcus says, “I can’t believe I’m doing this again, but I gotta—”

“It’s okay,” she reassures him. “Looks like we both have to get back to work.”

Marcus sighs, fingers tightening on the little card he still holds.

“Happy Easter, Congressman,” she says.

“Happy Easter,” he replies with a murmur of her name, and finds he likes the way it feels on his lips.

———

The rest of the day passes in a blur.

He has a good talk with Senator Jones (he thinks, he hopes), he gives three more impromptu interviews, he eats too much chocolate with Olivia before carrying her back to her mother’s car. He grabs Chinese takeout on the way back to his apartment, a sparsely furnished one-bedroom in Navy Yard, and fights the urge every step of the way to google the gorgeous White House photographer whose number is burning a hole in his pocket.

There’s so much he wants to know about her. And he could so easily find out so much if he wanted to right this moment, her whole career likely just a quick google search away, but he resists. Don’t dive in so quick, he tells himself. Don’t rush. Besides, he wants to hear it all from her herself.

He punches in the number at 7:02.

It rings only once before she answers.

“Hello, Marcus.”

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It’s A Future Problem

Black Bulls Family Fluff Fic

In trying to decide which of my stories to put up on my Tumblr blog first, this is the one that came to mind. It’s an older one, but it’s one of my favourite things I’ve ever written. I just love Black Bulls family fluff & shenanigans! Thank you for reading!!

Description:  Random items are appearing and disappearing through spatial portals throughout the Black Bulls' hideout causing more chaos among the squad than usual. Finral swears his innocence despite an overwhelming amount of evidence to the contrary and is bewildered by his own collection of treasures that keep inexplicably turning up on his desk. However, when the squad teams up to set a trap to catch the mysterious mischief-maker, they get much more than they bargained for. Perhaps there are some mysteries that are better left unsolved...

Rating: T (for some language but mostly just fluffy & fun)

Fandom: Black Clover [**This story takes place early in the series before the arc in the Sea/Underwater Temple but includes some jokes that are dependent on knowledge of things that happen later in the series (so vague(?) spoilers through Ch. 124/Ep. 120/mid-season 3)**]

Genre: Black Bulls Family Fluff & Shenanigans

Characters: Finral Roulacase, Noelle Silva, Vanessa Enoteca, Yami Sukehiro, Asta, Magna Swing, Luck Voltia, Charmy Pappitson, & OC [Kalon]. 

Word Count: 4,229

No clear/explicitly stated pairings. (Please do with this information what you will) 

Link to original post on AO3.

Story #1 in the “Future Problems” Series

Link to “A Mixer Mix-Up” Story #2 

Link to “Little Wonders” Story #3 (Stand-Alone Side Story which does not need to be read in order)

Story Under the Cut:

It started with a rock—a mishappen but particularly shiny stone that appeared almost randomly on the desk where Finral wrote his mission reports. He hadn’t thought much about it at the time assuming one of his squad mates had put it there, either randomly or for some reason he didn’t understand. But then there was the feather, several acorns, a thimble, some leaves, a handful of buttons, and a few pieces of candy—all of which inexplicably appeared on the same corner of the desk over the course of a week. Finral began to suspect that these random items were being left there intentionally, but he wasn’t entirely sure by whom until a small bouquet of flowers appeared one afternoon and he decided to take a wild guess.

“Um…Vanessa?” Finral asked as he walked up to her with the lilacs that had been waiting for him on the desk.

Vanessa tilted her head at the purple blossoms. “It’s been awhile since you’ve given me flowers,” she laughed. “I don’t even recognize these ones.”

“I wasn’t…” Finral stumbled in confusion. “Didn’t you leave these for me?”

Vanessa shook her head. “No.”

“On the desk upstairs—like you left the rock and the feather and buttons and candy…” his voice trailed as he tried to remember all the random items that had been appearing recently. Vanessa’s brow furrowed.

“I didn’t leave anything for you, but I was thinking about it ever since you gave me those limes.” Her face brightened. “They’re so fresh. They’ll be great for cocktails later!”

“Limes?” interrupted Finral—his brow furrowing. “I didn’t give you any limes.”

Vanessa chuckled. “If you want your presents to be anonymous you probably shouldn’t portal them into my room while I’m sitting right there.” She frowned. “Speaking of, how did you even get past my traps to get in, in the first place?”

“Wha…what?” Finral choked, his cheeks growing warm. If he was being perfectly honest, he had considered and theorized about how someone could or would get past those traps—his face flushed at the thought—but he had never actually tried it and was fairly certain he would fail if he did.

“Come on, Finral,” said Vanessa tilting her head. “I know you can’t make portals to places you haven’t been before.”

“But I…I haven’t…I didn’t...I’ve never even been to the girls’ side of the hideout,” he stammered. “There’s no way I could’ve made a portal into your room.”

Vanessa’s eyes narrowed as they met his. He swallowed hard. “I saw it,” she said. “You can’t lie to me.”

“Vanessa, I swear…I didn’t…” he choked. “Are you sure you saw…?”

“Yes,” she cut him off with a huff. “There was this small, shiny spatial portal, two limes fell through it, and then it disappeared.”

“You gave Vanessa limes?” huffed Noelle, stomping into the hideout’s common room. Finral tilted his head. She was far more upset about this than he would have expected but maybe it was more at the implication that he could somehow make portals into the girls’ side of the hideout.

He held up both of his hands. “I didn’t…” he began to protest, but Noelle cut him off irritably.

“You give Vanessa limes, but you gave me a disgusting piece of candy that got stuck in my hair.” Noelle seethed and motioned to the brightly colored taffy that was currently stuck in one of her pigtails. Finral’s mouth flew open in shock and confusion. Noelle scrunched up her face furiously. “It won’t come out. Everything I’ve tried has just made it worse.”

“Finral!” Vanessa scolded, and she walked over to inspect the sticky substance in Noelle’s hair as Finral began to ramble.

“I don’t…I don’t even have any taffy, and even if I did I wouldn’t just…” he stopped abruptly. “Why do you think I’m responsible for…?”  

“Because I saw your portal!” Noelle insisted irritably. “This gross, sticky gunk just flew out of it right into my hair.”

“What?” Finral shook his head. “But that doesn’t make any…”

“That’s nothing—you should see what he did to Magna!” interjected Luck. Laughing, he bounded through the doorway followed by a drenched and irate flame mage.

“What the heck, man?” Magna snapped as he pushed his sopping, deflated hair out of his face.

Luck clearly found this hilarious as he erupted into laughter. “He’s soaking wet!”

“It’s not funny.” Magna glared at him, then at Finral. “What is wrong with you? Asta, Luck, and I were just out training when suddenly you decide to open a portal and pour milk all over me.”

“It was great! Do it again!” Luck beamed at Finral with a giant grin, but the rest of their companions were clearly incensed with him. Finral rubbed his hand across his forehead. He was so confused—his head was starting to spin.

“But I didn’t…I don’t understand…I’m sorry that all this happened, but I…” He stopped as he was interrupted by Gordon shoving two hands full of buttons into his face and mumbling something Finral couldn’t understand. “I don’t…”

“Hey Finral,” exclaimed Asta with a wave and smile. Finral sighed in relief, at least there was one person who wasn’t mad at him. “Thanks for the cool rock!” he added excited, holding up a jagged grey stone. What?

“Yeah and you hit Asta on the head with that rock!” added the already irritated Magna.

“Why didn’t you throw anything at me?” pouted Luck.

Before Finral could even begin to formulate a response, Charmy rushed in pointing an accusatory finger at him as fury seemingly billowed off of her tiny body in waves.

“There you are, cupcake stealer!”

Finral held up his hands. “Charmy, I promise I didn’t…” he tried to explain helplessly, but Charmy scowled.

“I was making those cupcakes for dessert after dinner, and I sat them down on the counter for just a second before they disappeared through a spatial portal and these were left in their place.” She forcefully shoved a handful of acorns at him. “You think acorns make up for running off with those yummy, delicious treats—? What do you have to say for yourself?”

Finral opened his mouth but could barely choke out any sounds let alone any words. Had he hit his head earlier? Were they all playing some kind of joke on him? None of this made any sense at all—he felt like he was in some sort of alternate reality.

“And even worse you knocked over my sculpture of Marie,” interjected Gauche. Finral didn’t even know when he had gotten there.

“Listen, everybody, I don’t know what’s going on, but I promise I haven’t been sending any of this…”—he waved his hands around, trying to think of the proper word—“stuff through any portals.”

“Finral!” bellowed the loud, booming voice of an irate Captain Yami. It reverberated through the room from wherever he was in the hideout—probably the bathroom, Finral guessed. “You better bring that last roll of toilet paper back in here right now or I swear…”

Finral threw up his hands. “I didn’t take it! I’ve been right here the whole time!” he cried—desperately defending his innocence. “All of this stuff—I didn’t do it. You guys have to believe me!”

“If you didn’t do it, who did? It’s not like there are any other spatial mages who can open portals in our hideout,” argued Noelle.

“I don’t know, but there has to be some other explanation. I’ve been finding weird things recently, too.” He hadn’t actually seen any portals, but he felt he didn’t need to add that part.

“Yeah, we can’t just accuse Finral without any proof like this,” interjected Asta, and Finral’s eyes grew a bit misty as he smiled gratefully at him. What a kind boy—he was so glad Captain Yami had brought him onto their squad as their new rookie.

“We should set a trap!” suggested Luck.

Charmy grinned in agreement. “Yes, let’s catch that nom napper in the act!”

“I’ll go get some wine for the stakeout,” Vanessa chuckled as she headed out of the hideout to visit the market followed by Gordon who was generally responsible for the squad’s money.

“Someone had better bring that toilet paper, damn it!” boomed Captain Yami’s voice over the excited planning and chattering of the squad. Finral sighed and portal-ed away quickly to attend to the Captain’s “emergency” leaving his squad behind to plan their trap for that mysterious spatial magic mischief-maker.

___________________________________________________________

When Finral returned to the hideout’s common room with Captain Yami, he found his squad mates—besides Vanessa and Gordon who were still at the market buying wine and Gauche who had probably lost interest since this plan had nothing to do with Marie—hiding rather obviously behind furniture, watching a conspicuous plate of cupcakes on the table. Finral rolled his eyes. He didn’t know what he had been expecting, but whoever was causing all this trouble would have to be completely stupid to fall for such a basic, obvious…

Suddenly, a small portal appeared in front of the table, and a hand reached out to take one of the cupcakes. Finral rolled his eyes again. He supposed he had spoken—or rather thought—too soon.

Luck bolted out from behind the couch and grabbed the hand by the wrist. “Gotcha!” he cried triumphantly as the rest of squad jumped up from their hiding places.

“I told you guys it wasn’t me,” huffed Finral, making sure they all saw that as he was clearly standing in the room with them, there was no way he was on the other side of that portal.

Captain Yami walked over to Luck and helped him pull the hand—and the perpetrator—through the portal. “Alright, ya little hooligan, how the hell did you—?” He stopped, and Noelle and Charmy gasped almost in unison as they all gazed upon the face of the troublemaker. He couldn’t have been older than seven or eight and stared back at them with wide, confused eyes. With a full head of messy, thick hair that clearly wouldn’t lay flat and a familiar bright smile that spread across his small, rosy cheeks—Finral nearly choked—the kid looked just like…

“Why is Finral so tiny?” asked Asta tilting his head in confusion.

“That’s not, Finral, knucklehead,” Captain Yami grunted.

“How do you know?” questioned Magna, and the Captain huffed narrowing his eyes at him.

“Look at him—he’s a pipsqueak, and his eyes are a different color, dum…”—the Captain paused, meeting the eyes of the kid in question and seemingly censoring himself—“moron.”

The kid’s smile brightened. “Oh hi, Uncle Yami!” he said as he stared up at the Captain in enthusiastic recognition.

The Captain raised an eyebrow at him. “And who exactly are you, kid?”

The boy giggled with a somewhat unnervingly familiar laugh, “You know who I am, silly?”

The Captain’s eyes narrowed, but the boy seemed either not to notice or not to care. “What’s your name?”

“Kalon,” he replied with a smile, but his eyes widened as he looked around the room. “Oh wow! Uncle Luck and Uncle Magna are here, too. And Uncle Asta and Aunt Noelle” —his face lit up—“Aunt Noelle you look different but really pretty!”

“Ah…ah…uh…” Noelle sputtered as she looked from Kalon to Finral who was stunned speechless. Finral could only blink at her. He felt like he had been hit on the back of the head and could scarcely put a coherent thought together.

“Hey Kalon, how’s it goin’?” asked Asta with a smile. The rest of squad gaped at him.

“You know this kid?” questioned the Captain, but Asta shrugged.

“No, but he said I was his uncle…”

“Wait, are we really his uncles?” asked Luck. “If I’m his uncle, that means we can fight, right?”  

“I’m not allowed to fight you until I get my grimoire, Uncle Luck,” Kalon replied with a chuckle. “Dad said.”

“Who exactly is your dad, kid?” asked Captain Yami.

Charmy took a deep breath and began, “You don’t actually think—”

“Aunt Charmy!” Kalon exclaimed with wide, excited eyes. “Thanks for the cupcakes!”

Charmy’s mouth twitched just barely in the corners, but she frowned. “You stole those. They were for dinner.”

“And you poured milk on me,” Magna huffed as he began to count on his fingers—“stole toilet paper, hit Asta with a rock, and stuck candy in Noelle’s hair”

Kalon’s face fell. “I’m sorry. I’m still learning how to work my magic. I didn’t know where the portals were going.”

“So you just sent random things through to who knows where?” questioned Noelle with a pointed glare.

Kalon shrugged. “I sent other things too—good things, like my favorite rock, a cool feather I found, some limes…Ooh! And some pretty flowers too. I could sense my dad’s mana so I thought it was okay…”  

Yami narrowed his eyes at the kid. “Your dad…is that Finral?”

Finral nearly choked as Yami motioned to him, and Noelle groaned in disgust.

“You…you can’t just…ask…” Finral stammered. He was dreaming right? This was a dream—it had to be.

Kalon tilted his head and glanced over at Finral in confusion. “Dad? Is that you…?” His little brow furrowed like he was thinking, another look that was all too familiar. This was starting to get very—Finral wasn’t sure there was a word for it so he decided on—weird.

“Oh my…” Noelle exclaimed seemingly too horrified to even finish her thought. She shook her head muttering, “Gross…”

“I think it’s great!” exclaimed Asta. “I love kids! Congratulations, Finral.”

“But…but uh…um…” he choked—his mouth growing suddenly dry and the words getting caught in the back of his throat. The whole room felt like it was spinning, and his head was throbbing.

“I don’t want to live in a world where Finral has…”—Noelle’s face contorted into a grimace, and she wrinkled her nose in appalled disgust—“reproduced…”

Finral was so shocked by the whole situation that he couldn’t find the words to protest—he couldn’t even find it in him to glare at Noelle. All he could do was blink at her dumbstruck until the Captain glowered at him, gritting his teeth.

“Finral, what’s the one rule we have on this squad?”

“The…the ‘one rule’…?” he stammered in reply but stopped abruptly at Yami’s icy, admonishing glare. He swallowed hard and answered quietly, “‘No babies on the squad,’ Sir.”

Finral fidgeted uncomfortably as Yami glanced at Kalon and narrowed his eyes. “And what am I looking at right now?”

“I…I...I have no idea…” Finral spluttered. “But there’s no way… I mean just do the math, Sir…there’s no way I could have a kid this old…”  

“Hey kid, is Finral here your dad?” asked Yami bluntly as Finral let out an almost horrified choke.

Kalon frowned. “Those jokes are mean. Mom says…”

“Mom?” gasped several horrified voices—Finral’s not being one of them as his face was blushing beet red at the idea and he struggled to find his words.

“What kind of woman…?” began Noelle before she grimaced and shut her mouth as Kalon’s entire face seemed to light up.

“Mom is the best! She’s my favorite person besides Dad,” he paused glancing at Finral inquisitively. “What are you doing here, Dad? How can you be in two places at once?”

“Two…places at…once?” choked Finral—his brow furrowing. Kalon’s brow furrowed in much the same way before he partially ducked his head through his portal.

“Dad, how can you be in two places at once?” he called to the other side. After a pause he said, “No really, you’re on the other side of this portal too.” Pause. “It’s to Uncle Henry’s house.��

“Who is Henry?” questioned Magna as a strange look passed over Captain Yami’s face.

“Does he want to steal our hideout? I’ll fight him for it!” exclaimed Luck puffing out his chest a little.

“Shut up, knuckleheads,” grunted the Captain rolling his eyes.

Finral shook his head and tried to focus the best he could on the one-sided conversation Kalon seemed to be having—though he couldn’t seem to focus on much of anything. His brain was fried—his head was completely empty.

Kalon smiled brightly at him before he said to the other side of the portal, “It’s different—kinda floofy and it sticks up on the sides but not as much. It’s all in your face too...” He paused and tilted his head at Finral before he turned to the other side of the portal. “No, there isn’t any green in it.”

Finral’s eyes narrowed, and he just barely shook his head in confusion. What in the world was this kid talking about?

Kalon looked around the room before he said, “Uncle Yami, Uncle Magna, Uncle Luck, Aunt Charmy, Aunt Noelle, Uncle Asta, and…” He paused and smiled. “Oh hi, Aunt Secre! I didn’t see you before.” The Black Bulls looked around at each other in bewilderment.

“Who is that?” questioned Noelle.

Yami shrugged. “Even I don’t know that one.”

“Well maybe she’s around here somewhere,” said Asta, and he began looking almost frantically for this mysterious person while Nero flew off of his head and settled in on a windowsill instead, probably preferring a perch that wasn’t moving around so much.  

“Do you want to play hide and seek?” asked Kalon to seemingly no one—or perhaps this mysterious ‘Aunt Secre’ whoever that was—before he turned his attention back to the other side of his portal. “Oh…” he looked around. “No, she isn’t. Uncle Gordon isn’t either and neither is Uncle Gauche. And…” Kalon frowned. “Aw man…Uncle Zora isn’t here either.”

“Now, he’s just making people up,” interrupted Magna with a shake of his head.

“Aunt Grey is missing too, but there’s somebody…I don’t know who they are…” Kalon’s eyes narrowed at Grey who he had just said was missing. Finral blinked rapidly. He couldn’t even begin to wonder what was going on.

“Oh yeah, he has both arms and they look okay to me!” Kalon said seemingly at random.

“Whose arms? Who is he talking about?” asked Charmy who was practically bouncing up and down in energetic confusion.

“You got a lotta explaining to do, kid,” Captain Yami interrupted him, giving his arm a gentle tug.

Kalon looked up into his face and smiled. “Have you been to the beach recently?”

Captain Yami blinked. He clearly had no idea how to respond to that.

“Clearly this kid inherited Finral’s scatterbrain,” huffed Noelle with a sigh.

“We went to the beach once. It was really fun. We got to build a sand castle and…” Kalon was jerked backwards as if whoever was on the other side of this portal was pulling his other arm.

“That sounds awesome,” interjected Asta enthusiastically. “I’ve always wanted to go to the beach.”

“They haven’t been yet…” said Kalon turning his head. There was a long pause, and Kalon nodded solemnly. “Oh…okay…” He turned back to the bewildered Black Bulls. “My dad says I’m not allowed to talk to you anymore because I'm a time traveler and it might change the future,” he said with a cheerful nonchalance that did not fit at all with what he had said.

“What the hell?” exclaimed Captain Yami seemingly too shocked to remember to censor himself in front of the kid.

Kalon shrugged. “Dad said he thought this might happen, but he wasn’t sure. He says my portals can travel back in time instead of just to other places…” He paused and smiled at Finral who could only gape at him. His ‘supposedly’ future son could ‘supposedly’ time travel now? Could today get any crazier?

“I guess that means you’re my young dad then!” added Kalon with a smile that faded a little when he added, “Dad says I can’t play with you anymore because it might change things…but someday when I can use my magic better, I’m going to come back so we can all play together!” His face brightened. “You all seem like lots of fun when you’re young!”

“Are we not fun when we’re older?” gasped Luck in horror. “Did we all get…”—his volume dropped as if he didn’t want to say it aloud—“boring?”

“I’m not supposed to tell you,” said Kalon with a sympathetic smile. “I have to go now. Sorry for causing all that trouble…I’ll try to be more careful.” He looked down at the cupcake in his hand.

“Can I take this with me, Aunt Charmy?”

“Sure,” she shrugged a bit unsurely, but she smiled.

Kalon nodded and waved goodbye saying, “See you later! Have fun at the beach—especially you, Young Dad!”

“Wait!” exclaimed Finral—his body somehow moving on its own and gently grabbing onto Kalon’s arm before he disappeared through the portal. “Who is your mother?” he choked out almost desperately. Finral almost sighed with relief knowing he could’ve never forgiven himself if he had let his ‘supposedly’ future son disappear without asking. He shook his head at the thought. Honestly, this day…

Kalon laughed. “Dad said you would ask that, Young Dad.” He sighed. “But he says if I tell you, it might change the future and that would be bad because we’re all really happy.” His smile brightened, and Finral’s face softened, his mouth just barely twitching into a slight smile.

“I’m happy…?” he asked, almost in a whisper. “In the future…?”

“Very happy,” said Kalon with an affectionate smile and wide, loving eyes that overwhelmed Finral with a wave of emotion he couldn’t decipher or understand. He wiped his eyes as he sniffled, and Kalon sat down his cupcake on the table and patted Finral’s head gently with his hand. “You’re the best! That’s why I left you all those presents.”

Finral gasped, blinking his misty eyes. So all of those random little things…they were presents for him after all. He sniffled again but cleared his throat.

“Thank you for the gifts,” he managed with a slight smile. “Especially the flowers.” He held up the bouquet he had been gripping in his sweaty fist, and Kalon smiled brightly.

“I’m glad you liked them, and I’m glad I got to meet you when you were young!” he replied with cheery laugh. “And all of you too!” he added to the room at large. “Though I still don’t know who that is…” His brow furrowed towards Grey who exhaled.

“That’s Grey,” said Asta.

“Really? Wow! You look way different in the future,” laughed Kalon as he turned to disappear through the portal. “I hope I didn’t mess it up…” he added with a strikingly familiar, breathy laugh as he rubbed his hand across the back of his neck. Captain Yami shook his head in disbelief, but Finral could only gape at him as he turned around one last time and said with a wink, “Dad says to hang in there, Young Dad!”

Finral smiled—he supposed—at his future, which wasn’t looking all that bad, after all, and he even managed to wave goodbye as Kalon disappeared through the portal. The Black Bulls watched the portal flicker and vanish with their jaws open in dumbfounded shock and confusion—their common room had never been so quiet with so many of them in there before.

As soon as all traces of Kalon’s portal had completely evaporated, Finral let out the breath he had been holding and finally choked out the words he had so desperately been wanting to say, “What the actual hell?”

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Epilogue:

When Vanessa and Gordon returned from the market, they found their entire squad essentially stunned speechless.

“What happened?” asked Vanessa in confusion.

“Don’t wanna talk about it…” Magna mumbled, shaking his head before stalking off.

“Okay…?” Vanessa tilted her head. “Did you figure out who was causing all that trouble with those portals?”

“Yeah,” answered Luck scrunching up his face. “He says I’m going to be boring! I’m not going to be boring! Magna fight me so I can prove I’m not boring!” he added running off after Magna.

Vanessa’s eyes narrowed. “Who says? Luck? Wait! Who was it?”

“You know,” said Charmy shoving a whole cupcake in her mouth. “There are some things that you’re better off not knowing.”

“I wish I didn’t know…” Noelle huffed with an almost disgusted scowl.

“But then we would have never learned about time travel magic, and it’s so cool. It’s like the wizard king’s magic!” exclaimed Asta, and Finral who had been deep in thought in the corner practically jumped up.

“That’s it! I marry the Wizard King’s sister in the future!” he gasped excitedly. “Yeah, his super kind, super beautiful, and super amazing sister—that makes sense!”

“He doesn’t have a sister, dumbass,” Captain Yami huffed before he turned to Vanessa. “Oh, thank goodness. Please tell me you brought wine…”

“Yeah…I did…” her voice trailed as she held out the box of wine bottles to Captain Yami. He took one and picked up one of the corkscrews they had lying around. Once he had opened it, he drank straight from the bottle. Vanessa blinked at him—her jaw falling slightly slack. “Can someone tell me what’s going on?”

“I can,” grunted the Captain. “But you’re probably going to want to open another bottle of wine first…”

The End

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safe and sound

by resspantspantspants

The iris flower is soft on his fur as Tommy slowly wakes up to the daffodil sun. The silky purple flower moves with him as he stretches his little legs and arms outwards. Mouthing gaping open in a yawn, he rubs his eyes and slowly blinks them open.

He shifts his body weight forwards slightly, relaxing as the iris pitches forward, petals gently spilling out on the ground and allowing Tommy to stumble off of it languidly. The grass is dewy underneath his paws, and his nose burrows into the dirt as he sniffs the ground. Right in front of him is a white clover, and his mouth gracefully chomps on it.

Flavor bursts in his mouth, and Tommy can’t be more grateful that the goddess herself has graced him with food this early in the morning.

Words: 5661, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, TommyInnit & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), No Romantic Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Magic, Shapeshifter TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Witch Wilbur Soot, Familiar Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Magical Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Kid TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Small TommyInnit, Vole Tommy :D, TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Accidental Baby Acquisition, maybe idk, They/Them Pronouns for Wilbur Soot, Hurt/Comfort, Hybrid TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Cute TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), No Beta, Flower Symbolism

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#5

Chapters: 1 / 2 Fandom: RWBY Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Qrow Branwen/Clover Ebi Characters: Qrow Branwen, Clover Ebi, Taiyang Xiao Long, Summer Rose (RWBY) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Regency, Enemies to Lovers, not full-on enemies however, and poor clover gets another injury, but it is tended with care, Fair Game Week (RWBY), Fair Game Week 2022 (RWBY)

Series: Part 1 of Fair Game Week 2022, Part 10 of Historical Setting

Summary: For those lucky enough to be born into wealth, education is taken for granted. Tai and Summer want to bring the same advantage to the children of poorer families too. A passing comment by Qrow becomes a master plan, and soon there is money available to provide all they need. It is Captain Clover Ebi's job to put a stop to their scheme.

Fair Game Week 2022 Day 1: Vigilantes/Trembling

13 notes - Posted March 21, 2022

#4

Even though two years have passed, it still hurts that the show didn't take Qrow and Clover on a better journey. Words from this song.

13 notes - Posted January 25, 2022

#3

Chapters: 1/1 Words: 5,040 Fandom: RWBY Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Qrow Branwen/James Ironwood Characters: Qrow Branwen, James Ironwood, OC - Jody Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Coffee Shops, Awkward Flirting, James' umbrella makes a cameo appearance, or rather it doesn't, Mutual Pining, First Dates, First Kiss, They got there in the end, Rated for One Swear

Series: Part 38 of Mostly Soft with Minimal Angst

Summary: James enjoys a coffee at the railway station on his way to work. He could call in every day, but there's a reason why he only stops by on a Friday.

14 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

#2

Fair Game Week WIPs

I wasn't certain at first if I'd have anything for FGW this year, but then a few ideas came along, and here we are! I have one day at the first draft stage, and the others are bubbling away nicely.

So here is a snippet from each day (in no particular order):

The Captain gave his horse her head, and the beast sprang forward willingly after standing still for so long. Her nostrils flared and the warm breath of horse and rider misted in the chill of the night air as they raced towards their prey. The highwayman, aware he was being pursued, leant low over her neck and spurred his mount on. Both of them knew the ground well, and Harbinger was sure-footed as she covered the ground. Qrow grinned, his teeth white against his smudged face. His pursuer, whoever they were, was no match for him and his trusty horse.

"Glynda Goodwitch, Paranormal Investigator. You are Mr Branwen, I hope." She held out a hand and Qrow shook it, nodding and finally finding his voice. "Uh, yes, that's me. Thank you for coming, and I'm sorry—" She smiled thinly. "You were expecting someone who looked a little different, perhaps?" "I don't really know what I was expecting. But if I'm honest, you don't look how I thought you might." "This is the twenty-first century, Mr Branwen. We must move with the times, you know." She looked about the hallway as she spoke, then fixed Qrow with a serious look. "You have a problem here, I believe."

Ignoring the previous question, he rolled his shoulders with a groan. "How long do you need to stare at your reflection anyway? You know you're the fairest in the kingdom, skin like finest porcelain, hair like spun silk, blah blah blah." Winter swivelled to face him. "You are simultaneously the best and worst bodyguard I've ever had. I only wish there was someone else, but the king insists it has to be you." Qrow offered her a wide grin. "Well, your virtue is safe with me, isn't it? And obviously I'm the best... Jimmy knows it and pays me handsomely, too." One perfect eyebrow shot up. "That's King James to you, if you please."

"Maybe." Clover's tone was not enthusiastic. "Or maybe I should just concentrate on lessons, and not think about getting off with anyone while we're here." "That would work too." Elm got to her feet. "You done? We should probably—" "What?" Clover turned his head to follow Elm's gaze, his heart stuttering as he saw Qrow walk into the dining room. He was on his own for once, but quickly wove between the tables to sit down opposite Summer on the far side of the room. Clover dragged his thoughts away from the effortless grace with which Qrow moved, to see Elm looking at him pityingly.

Qrow does what he usually does— ducks his head and looks down, rubbing the back of his neck. His cheeks are pink, and Clover finds his eyes drawn to them. There's a low mutter, and Qrow glances at him before looking away quickly. It's dawning on Clover that his feelings for Qrow are becoming... not inappropriate, exactly. Unwise, perhaps. While friendly bonds between colleagues could be beneficial, a romantic relationship might prove otherwise. Clover knows he must be careful. Qrow has issues he is dealing with; Clover doesn't want to jeopardise his fragile recovery. So he keeps his distance, wishing every day for a closeness that cannot be.

Qrow stared back through the window. "No, but people do get housemates they don't know. You can come and meet my friends, if you like. And... I dunno, you could give me a reference or something? To prove you're not some weirdo." Clover pouted. "I'm not some weirdo. I'm very ordinary." Qrow narrowed his eyes. "Weirdos always say that." "How many do you know? Do you hang out with them on a regular basis?"

The trees here were thick, broad trunks growing close together and muffling any distant sounds. He alighted on a branch and cocked his head, trying to pinpoint any sound which might be helpful. Far away he could hear shouts, but he cared nothing for those who had pulled the trigger. What he wanted was— There it was. A scuffling sound, accompanied by an unmistakeable groan. I've never heard a bird make a sound like that before... it must be badly injured. He flitted from tree to tree, quickly drawing closer. The sounds were clear now, and as he paused for a moment Qrow heard a distinct Ouch. This made no sense at all. Gliding down to ground level, he reverted to his human form and stood up, listening once more. He moved quietly between the trees and after no more than fifteen paces came upon a sorry sight.

14 notes - Posted February 25, 2022

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I love this song and this video, created by @bloodraven55, always makes me smile

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Total drama killjoy

by death_grinds

Danganronpa meets total drama in this action and killing pack fanfiction , this time Chris got 53 contestants from all over, time, the multiverse and worlds ( Read the notes for the rest of the cast can't fit all)

Words: 9, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 小林さんちのメイドラゴン | Kobayashi-san Chi no Maid Dragon | Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid, Homestuck, Big Mouth (Cartoon), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Death Note (Anime & Manga), Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt, Scott Pilgrim - All Media Types, One Piece, Life is Strange (Video Game), Shaman King (Anime & Manga), Rick and Morty, Vocaloid, Dream SMP, Hololive (Virtual Streamers), Pepsiman (Video Game), Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, キミガシネ | Kimi ga Shine | Your Turn To Die (Visual Novel), Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon | Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon, Record of Ragnarok (Anime), Mononoke-hime | Princess Mononoke, Doki Doki Literature Club! (Visual Novel), Huniepop & Huniecam (Video Games), Hades (Video Game 2018), Little Witch Academia, Total Drama (Cartoon), どうぶつの森 | Animal Crossing Series, Daybreak (TV 2019), Scott The Woz (Web Series), SpongeBob SquarePants (Cartoon), F is for Family (Cartoon), Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Characters: Yagami Light, Ishigami Senkuu, Midoriya Izuku, Andrew Glouberman, Dirk Strider, Magatsuchi Shouta, Knives Chau, Anarchy Panty, Anarchy Stocking, Eli Cardashyan, Rose Lalonde, Quetzalcoatl "Lucoa" (Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid), Toga Himiko, Monkey D. Luffy, Todoroki Shouto, Asakura Yoh, Nick Birch (Big Mouth), Morty Smith, Maxine "Max" Caulfield, Gawr Gura, Jschlatt (Video Blogging RPF), Hatsune Miku, Jay Bilzerian, Pepsiman (Pepsiman), Matthew MacDell, Yabusame Reko, K1-B0 (Dangan Ronpa), Satoshi | Ash Ketchum, Nami (One Piece), Jessi Glaser (Big Mouth), Tsukino Usagi, Feferi Peixes, San (Mononoke-hime), Jade Harley, Brunhild (Record of Ragnarok), Gamzee Makara, Enoshima Junko, Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club!), Atsuko "Akko" Kagari, Asta (Black Clover), Kevin Murphy (F is for Family), Dionysus (Hades Video Game), Kyu Sugardust, Eri (My Hero Academia)

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Rakudai Kishi no Cavalry-Anime Review

Hello, ladies and gentlemen and everyone else from all across the multiverse! It's been a long, long LONG while but finally, I'm back to this here blog, and today, just as I promised in my review of Kokoro Connect. Today we'll be talking about another project of SILVER LINK in collaboration with Nexus. This one has many names, Chivalry of the Failed Knight, Rakudai Kishi no Eiyutan, Tale of the Worst One, take your pick, everybody. That being said, for the remainder of the article I will stick to calling it the way I do in the title, or some abbreviation of that for the sake of simplicity. Now, let's see what timeframe we're dealing with.

It's the fall of 2015. Haikyuu's second season's starting, One Punch Man's happening, and A-1 Pictures is pushing out Gakusen Toshi Asterisk. Keep that one in mind, it's important. In that sort of environment, SILVER LINK releases a short series based on a Light Novel written by Riku Misora and the subject of today's article.

What Is Rakudai?

Imagine if you will, an academy for gifted youth who can shape their souls into powerful weapons. These Blazers, as they are called, train at a prestigious academy to become Mage-Knights. In a funny coincidence, in February of the same year, a little-known series called Black Clover began publication., Rakudai was still first with mage-knights between those two tho, the novel starting in 2013. That tangent aside tho, among the students of Hagun Academy, one is deemed a failure. His name is Ikki Kurogane. The series centers around him trying to prove his worth to everyone. And ohhhhhh boy did they mess up calling him a failure.

Ikki Kurogane-The Worst Knight

As a failure, Ikki didn't have proper training like other Blazers did, but that didn't stop him from learning. He developed a skill of his own, Blade Steal, the ability to mimic someone's style after witnessing it, which he used to hone his craft as a swordsman. Where other Blazers' weapons gifted them with essentially super powers of different kinds, Ikki's Intetsu was not like that, it was for all intents and purposes, a plain old sword. But due to Blade Steal, he had become an extremely competent user of that hunk of..metal..soul? Soul metal? What is this, the Minecraft Bleach Mod? At any rate, he's very good with a sword, and only gets better once he initiates his once-a-day super buff, Itto Shura! Which roughly translates to "I am a superhuman god swordsman, what you gon' do?" It dramatically improves Ikki's already impressive physical abilities from strength to speed to perception, to a plethora of other things. So, we have our protagonist set, especially with a pretty good performance from Ryota Osaka.  The voice of Sadao from The Devil's a Part-timer, Tanikaze Nagate from Knights of Sidonia, Apollo from Danmachi and Cheval from Monster Hunter Stories Ride On. But any knight worth his salt should have a lady right? And Ikki is no different.

Stella Vermilion-A Himedere Done Just.

I don't know if schools in Poland are just out of fashion or something but co-ed dorm rooms and stuff never really flew here, and whoever decided to put a literal princess in the room with the school's biggest fail was either a master of irony, a moron, a genius, or some combination of the above. And if you asked me which is true, I'd say "Yes". However, we can all agree that the first meeting between these two is, well, rather humorous. Imagine for a moment you're in Stella's shoes - first of all, they're probably very comfortable. Secondly, you've just been assigned to a room and you're changing, when suddenly a boy walks into your room and sees you in the act. Using his infinite wisdom in a way I can only describe as "Somehow", he sees that the only way to make things right is to show himself naked to you, taking off his shirt. Yes, my friends, this series is an Ecchi and, honestly, a pretty nice one.

Needless to say, Stella doesn't take too kindly to this and immediately demands Ikki be taken out of the room, to which the boy of course objects as it was his first. The matter is fortunately resolved and over the course of the series, the two get gradually closer and understand one another better, in a pretty realistic way if you ask me, which is always a plus.  And while we're at it, let's praise the series some more.

The Technical side.

The music within this anime is a definite strong point in its favor. I find it to be composed beautifully and the fact it uses classical instruments more than digital ones is a definite plus when it comes to how emotive and immersive it can be. Koutaro Nakagawa did a fantastic job as the composer. And along with sound director Jin Aketagawa, they crafted a really pleasant sonic experience. But granted, given their portfolios that shouldn't surprise anyone. Nakagawa's work includes Code Geass and Gosick, as well as Yu-gi-oh Arc-V and Digimon Universe, while the latter of these fine gentlemen is the sound director of Your Lie in April, Food Wars, Fire Force, Dr. Stone, Toradora, Re: Zero, Horimiya, Fruit Basket, Highschool DxD and many others. If we are to talk about the sound of Rakudai, I feel it's an absolute crime not to mention Identity, the opening theme of the series performed by Mikio Sakai, which I have been in the past guilty of listening to on loop. What can I say? It's a good song, and if you pay attention to the visual style of the opening. That provides us a neat segway into the next part. 

The Visuals

This mostly monochrome palette shift is something that to me is synonymous with Rakudai Kishi no Cavalry. It is an aesthetic utilized in decisive moments of a battle and it really puts me in the moment each time the colors said their bye-bye. That coupled with some really fun to watch sword combat and the hype generated when that ace in the hole, Itto Shura came out, plus a generally smooth animation quality and a cast of fun characters, even if not too many got action in the span of these 12 episodes, are definite positives.

The Rival

Remember how I said to keep A-1's Asterisk in mind? The two series definitely have their similarities and had been considered rivals in a sense. The funny thing is, they were really close, despite the fact that, unlike Asterisk War, Rakudai Kishi no Cavalry wasn't really promoted.

"But Rouga!" I hear you saying "Asterisk had two seasons and Rakudai only had one. That must mean Asterisk did better right?" While the first statement is certainly true, the second we could debate but I frankly don't find the need to. Asterisk's anime was at its creation planned to have two seasons while today's subject only had one. Both series were simply made to promote the source material. This still doesn't stop people from asking when the second season is coming on the author's MAL page of all places, which to me is a bit humorous. I do think that both these series did rather well at their task. I certainly want to pick up the novel of Rakudai and read it.

Conclusion

I have to admit, the series as a whole, the anime at least - I cannot speak for the novel as of right now - isn't that spectacular. Much like Battle Game in 5 Seconds, which I already covered, it's an anime that I simply had a fun time watching. That said I do place it a good bit higher on the list than Battle Game. It's actually one of two anime series that I hadn't watched alone. A friend of mine came over to my house every once in a while and we'd watch it together on her recommendation. I really liked that. And for those fond memories, I must thank the studio, Riku Misora, and everyone involved in the creation of this piece of media. I sincerely hope you give it a shot. It may not be the most stellar but just like Ikki Kurogane himself. It is far from the worst.

I have been Rouga and thank you all for your time. I hope to see you soon.

#anime review #anime #light novel #rakudai kishi no cavalry

[kavyaorganicfarm19]

5 Essential Practices for Successful Organic Crop Rotation

In the world of sustainable agriculture, organic crop rotation stands out as a key practice that not only enhances soil health but also boosts crop yield and resilience. As modern farmers increasingly recognize the importance of sustainable farming methods, incorporating organic crop rotation has become paramount. In this blog, we will delve into the five essential practices that contribute to the success of organic crop rotation, providing a comprehensive guide for farmers and enthusiasts alike.

Diversification for Soil Health:

The cornerstone of successful organic crop rotation is diversification. Growing a variety of crops helps break pest and disease cycles, preventing the buildup of specific pathogens that can thrive on a single crop. This practice minimizes the need for synthetic pesticides and promotes a healthy, balanced ecosystem within the soil. Introducing legumes in the rotation is particularly beneficial, as they fix nitrogen, enriching the soil naturally.

When implementing diversification, farmers should consider the specific nutrient needs of each crop. By rotating crops with different nutrient requirements, the soil remains fertile and well-balanced over time. This practice not only ensures optimal plant nutrition but also reduces the risk of nutrient depletion and promotes overall soil health.

Keyword: Organic Crop Rotation

Strategic Planning for Pest and Disease Management:

Effective pest and disease management is crucial for the success of any crop rotation system. Organic farmers employ strategic planning to minimize the impact of pests and diseases on their crops. For instance, planting crops with natural pest-resistant properties after vulnerable ones can disrupt pest lifecycles.

Companion planting, a form of strategic planning, involves cultivating crops that naturally deter pests when planted alongside each other. For instance, planting basil with tomatoes can help repel certain pests harmful to tomatoes. Such practices not only enhance the effectiveness of organic crop rotation but also reduce the reliance on chemical pesticides.

Cover Crops and Green Manure:

Incorporating cover crops and green manure into the rotation is a game-changer for organic farmers. Cover crops, such as clover or rye, protect the soil from erosion, suppress weeds, and enhance water retention. When these cover crops are plowed back into the soil, they act as green manure, enriching the soil with organic matter and nutrients.

This practice improves soil structure and fertility while reducing the need for external inputs. Green manure also promotes beneficial microbial activity, creating a thriving environment for plant roots. Integrating cover crops and green manure into the rotation schedule is a sustainable approach that pays dividends in the long run.

Rotation Interval and Crop Sequencing:

Careful planning of the rotation interval and crop sequencing is vital for maximizing the benefits of organic crop rotation. Different crops have varying growth rates and nutrient requirements, and understanding these factors is essential for effective rotation.

A well-designed rotation schedule takes into account the life cycles of crops and strategically places them in the sequence to optimize nutrient utilization. For example, following a nutrient-demanding crop with a nitrogen-fixing one can replenish the soil without the need for external inputs.

Monitoring and Adaptation:

Successful organic crop rotation is an evolving process that requires continuous monitoring and adaptation. Regularly assessing the health of the crops, soil conditions, and pest pressures allows farmers to make informed decisions and adjust their rotation plans accordingly.

Farmers should keep detailed records of each growing season, noting successes and challenges. This information becomes invaluable in refining the crop rotation strategy over time. By staying vigilant and responsive, farmers can ensure the long-term success of their organic crop rotation system.

In conclusion, adopting the five essential practices for successful organic crop rotation—diversification, strategic planning, cover crops and green manure, rotation interval, and monitoring—lays the foundation for a sustainable and productive farming system. As the demand for organic produce continues to rise, these practices not only benefit the environment but also contribute to the economic viability of farms.

#OrganicFarming #SustainableAgriculture #GoOrganic

[ao3feed-undertale1]

Corn Yaoi Tumblr requests

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53085559 by Moqi2004 A collection of one-shots about Dalv and Starlo/North Star from Undertale Yellow. Requests are open! Please send me an ask on Tumblr! My blog is Moqi2004. :) Words: 913, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game), Undertale Yellow (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Starlo (Undertale Yellow), Dalv (Undertale Yellow), Mentioned Martlet (Undertale Yellow), Mentioned Ceroba Ketsukane (Undertale Yellow), Mentioned Clover (Undertale Yellow) - Character, Mentioned Yellow Soul Human (Undertale) Relationships: Dalv/Starlo (Undertale Yellow) Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags will update with each chapter, Hurt/Comfort, Dalv is very traumatised, Dw he's doing his best, Cross-Posted on Tumblr, writing requests, Tumblr Ask Box Fic, wedding anniversary, Breakfast in Bed, Starlo attempting to be smooth, It kinda works? Only because Dalv is Dalv though, Retrospective, No beta we die like me to the final boss of the UTY No Mercy route for about four hours, Fluff, Self-Doubt, hugs and kisses read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53085559

#ao3feed #ao3undertalefeed #fanfic #undertale #undertale-fanfic

[baeshijima]

To: Sophie

Subject: RAIDEN CAME HOME!!!

*Does a dorky little dance*

Well, it was my alt account BUT THAT'S TOTALLY ALRIGHT I FINALLY GOT HER!!!!!

I did try pulling for her on my main, but ran out of fates, and just kinda decided that I'd rather save and get nahida (since I practically need her on so many teams and she's like my favourite archon!!!)

(well, does furnia count as an archon? I mean she did play the role of an archon..... they both share first place if furina counts)

I literally had to complete the seirai island quests to unlock her boss lmao (also cause I ran out to primos just as I hit pity) I kept stalling so many quests because I didn't want to just skip dialogues like I did on my main

Anyways, she's home!!!! But....

but there's a problem...........

The Catch.................

.............

And the handguards...............

Well, guess I'll need to be spending a little bit more time in my alt now for fishing and farming those handguards haha....ha.........

But it's fine I have raiden now!!! (Who's holding onto a very underleveled favonius lance... it causes me great turmoil to see her use it haha.....)

Also, I see that hsr's free 5*, dr ratio, has caused a lot of well... excitement over here hehehe (I admit I am curious about that 'mask' he puts on from what I saw from the random hoyolab posts, he seems like an interesting character)

May the rest of January be even better and joyous!

🍀

YEAAHHH SO TRUE UR FINALLY A RAIDEN HAVER CLOVER NONNIE 😩😩 after so long shes finally come home to u ;w;; even if its on ur alt its still ur account ;w;;;;; and furina technically isnt an archon since she was just a human who had to act the part for 500 years, but i still call her one purely bc she had to endure 500 years of loneliness and solitude for the sake of focalors plan ;w;

STOP DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE CATCH AND THE HANDGUARDS 😭 to this day i still havent even made one copy of the catch... but i probably should.... but i havent bc i still havent built my xiangling 🧍‍♀️ the handguards i SWEAR have a decreased drop rate on just the green drops alone 😭 inazuma farming my beloathed...

and yes the dr ratio experience has been an... experience. for a lack of better words ;w; all im saying is when he comes out tmrw and i (hopefully) get his lightcone, there will be no peace on this blog (as if there ever was to begin with)

#omg a convo !? #clover nonnie !! #just genshin <3 #AND MAY THE REST OF UR JANUARY BE LOVELY TOO

[leslie-lyman]

Congressman Marcus Pike Masterlist

Pairing: Congressman Marcus Pike x f!reader (reader is a blank slate physically except she is shorter than Marcus, but she has a specific job and a specific career background)

Series summary: Marcus Pike is young, progressive, unbelievably handsome, and the newly elected representative for Texas’s 27th congressional district. He gave up his FBI badge and successfully ran for Congress to make change and help people, but he never expected that in between meetings and votes and fundraisers that he would also fall for someone again…

Series Rating: Explicit; each chapter will have individual warnings, but this series will eventually be explicit. A reminder that my entire blog and its contents are only for those 18 and older. You must be an adult to read and interact with my work. 🚨

Author’s note: Welcome to a (hopefully relaxed fit-ish) series that has been rattling around in my head for some time. Long story short, I saw the gif above of Pedro as Dave Portillo from the one episode of Homeland he was in. In that episode, Dave is a staffer, counsel to the Chairman of the Senate Intelligence Committee. But the pin he wears looks very much like the pins Members of Congress wear to signify that they’re Members. And from that thought, this AU was born. You may have noticed from my username that I’m a big fan of The West Wing, and you’ll find lots of that show’s influence here.

Please note that this fic will feature Marcus interacting with and general mention and discussion of other Members of Congress; however, I will not be referencing any real-life politicians by name. Some of Marcus’s colleagues may be based on real politicians, but actually using real people in this fic veers into RPF territory, and that is not my jam. This fic will also likely deal with real-life political issues, processes, and dynamics. If that is not your jam, that’s okay! Just be aware, and curate your fanfic experience accordingly.

The main fic (while updates may not be written and posted in chronological order, they are listed in chronological order here; explicit installments marked with a **):

Punchbowls & Pincushions

And I’ll Be All in Clover

Congressman Marcus Extras:

The Vanity Fair cover (coming soon)

#congressman marcus #marcus pike #congressman marcus masterlist #banging my head against a wall trying to come up with a proper title for this series #so it’s just congressman marcus pike for now

[rdglobalincsblog]

Here’s How Digital Transformation is Having a Positive Impact on the Insurance Industry

In recent decades; the Digital Transformation wave has surged through all facets of society and commerce. Once the exclusive realm of tech giants like Microsoft and IBM, digital technology now permeates industries such as medicine, agriculture, finance, and entertainment. The insurance sector has not been immune to this transformation, and in this blog post: https://www.rdglobalinc.com/heres-how-digital-transformation-is-having-a-positive-impact-on-the-insurance-industry/, we'll explore the positive implications it has brought. 

Defining Digital Transformation and Its Adoption 

While the Digital Transformation movement is often associated with the 1990s Internet boom, its roots stretch back to the 1950s. Initially focused on streamlining internal processes and enhancing efficiency, it has since evolved into a customer-centric approach, emphasizing data collection and revenue growth. Today, companies gain a competitive edge by implementing technologies like cloud computing, big data analytics, augmented reality, and blockchain. 

Across industries, statistics confirm that Digital Transformation is a boon for businesses, with 80% reporting increased profits after integrating digital technology. Other benefits include improved workforce efficiency, enhanced product innovation, higher employee retention rates, and robust growth. 

Digital Transformation's Impact on Insurance 

To meet consumer demands and stay ahead in a competitive landscape, the insurance industry has harnessed technology to provide more personalized, scalable, efficient, and agile services. Several success stories illustrate this transformation: 

Clovered Insurance: They underwent a digital makeover of their website, enabling customers to easily purchase tailored insurance coverage without an agent. This shift resulted in a more profitable business model. 

Lemonade Insurance Company: By adopting a zero-paperwork application process and leveraging artificial intelligence, Lemonade streamlined claims processing, achieving almost instantaneous service. Their record claim settlement time of 3 seconds is a testament to their digital prowess. 

Progressive Insurance: A pioneer in telematics, Progressive tracks insured individuals' driving behavior using monitoring technology. This prevents fraud and allows them to offer incentivized telematics-based discounts to customers while collecting valuable data for improved claims outcomes. 

Slice Insurance: Slice offers on-demand "usage-based" insurance, catering to short-term coverage needs. For example, homeowners can secure coverage for temporary guests. This innovative approach relies on cloud computing to provide flexible insurance solutions to individuals and businesses. 

RD Global empowers insurance companies with high-impact technology solutions rooted in a 5-star customer experience. Our unrivalled team of in-house technical experts can solve your most complex digital challenges with state-of-the-art custom insurance software to power your digital transformation. 

#rdglobalinc #custom digital solutions #digital solutions company #Custom Digital Solutions Company

[globalnotes-blog]

http://dlvr.it/SmjVmH

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

we will never go back to that bloodshed crimson clover

by Anonymous

“No! Tommy, you have to listen to me. I–I think someone’s here.” All of the color left Tommy’s face, and the boy’s heart all but stopped. “They–they’re downstairs, Toms. You can’t come home. I hear them saying your codename. You have to stay away.”

“Wilbur,” Tommy asked, voice quiet.

“Tommy,” Wilbur said, even quieter. Tommy could hear shouts in the background. Whoever had broken in was getting closer and closer. “Tommy, listen to me, okay? Stay calm, kid. It’s going to be okay.”

“Wilbur, I–”

OR

Wilbur is Tommy's guy in the chair. When he gets kidnapped, Tommy goes to the heroes he'd never expected to work with.

Words: 3808, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP, Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF)

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson

Additional Tags: Vigilante TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Hero Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Hero Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Guy in the chair Wilbur Soot, Vigilante Wilbur Soot, Kidnapping, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are Siblings, Guns, like for a minute, Violence, TommyInnit Has a Bad Time (Video Blogging RPF), Angst with a Happy Ending, Wilbur Soot Loves TommyInnit, TommyInnit Loves Wilbur Soot

#ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt #This is an automated process #If you see any fic that breaks boundaries #or the fic is yours and you don't want it shared send an ask #it will be looked at and removed if need be

[legendoftheotherside]

I posted 1,769 times in 2022

That's 216 more posts than 2021!

16 posts created (1%)

1,753 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@wildflowerwoodsworld

@ft-reboost

@fangirlandiknowit101

@definitelynotaminion

@crazedstoryteller

I tagged 857 of my posts in 2022

#fairy tail - 281 posts

#bnha - 129 posts

#one piece - 107 posts

#naruto - 86 posts

#writing tips - 35 posts

#dragon age - 34 posts

#shameless self-promo - 21 posts

#black clover - 17 posts

#mairimashita! iruma kun - 17 posts

#gratsu - 14 posts

Longest Tag: 62 characters

#shameless promo of the fanart my fic for ftrbb2022 is based on

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

a late submission for Gratsu Weekend 2022 titled Warmth.

Read it on AO3

13 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

#4

another fic for Gratsu Weekend 2022. Read it here

15 notes - Posted March 12, 2022

#3

my new gratsu fic Emergence

18 notes - Posted March 11, 2022

#2

Of Immanence (and how to find the way beyond)

My Fairy Tail Reverse Bang 2022 entry is here. Ekid provided the beautiful and amazing art.

title:  ​Of Immanence (and how to find the way beyond) pairing: Gray x Natsu rating: M (angst, angst, angst hence M) word count: 6k relevant tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Angst and Hurt/Comfort link to full fic on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39128193 link to art: https://ftguildevents.tumblr.com/post/684910663446953984/entry-from-rellanokid-on-instagram-this-art summary:

The foray into the Alvarez Empire leaves Natsu and Gray transfigured and mentally scarred: one exhibiting a horn, a wing, and scales; the other grappling with a murderous voice sweet-talking him into killing his best friend.

While Natsu falls into the darkness of his own making, Gray is left to navigate being the optimistic and cheerful one.

He fails the cheerful part though, and while optimism has never been his forte, he does what he can. The alternative is quite dreadful.

immanence - the state of being within or not going beyond a given domain; existing or remaining within, inherent; restricted entirely to the mind, subjective.

here’s the excerpt, read the rest with the link to ao3

Something is wrong.

The magic aura surrounding E.N.D. suddenly grows stronger, curls tighter around it, and the demon freezes in its tracks. Gray watches with interest brimming under his skin. It’s almost like deep inside he wants a fight; it’s a compulsion stronger than he’s ever felt. That same amalgamation of feelings guided him to Natsu—to E.N.D., and now, as though he has tasted the forbidden fruit, he can’t stop.

The demon’s face clears from the insane anger that was present just a moment ago. It’s just Natsu now, but Gray doesn’t buy it. E.N.D. is the strongest and the most cunning Etherious, the one that hid among them for a long time, and Gray will stop it once and for all.

“Gray,” the demon whispers in a ragged tone that doesn’t really suit it. As though being stoked, the flames of the fiery aura of magical power snap and burn brighter. E.N.D. falls to his knees.

Gray’s pretty sure the demon is acting, but if not he welcomes the opportunity to take the bastard down. In a corner of his mind, something screams at him that it's Natsu making that confused expression, that it's Natsu who's groaning in pain, but he ignores it. He makes himself stay away—at the distance where he won’t be easily overtaken, even if his stomach churns with a dreadful feeling he can’t really name at the moment.

Natsu’s waistcoat is already in tatters, sleeves missing, waist panels uneven, though the black fabric around his back and shoulders seems to have fared much better than the rest. As the demon hunches down, Gray can see something protruding from its back, and the cloth seems to be speared from inward out. A darkish…growth? Gray thinks, shell-shocked. It’s red and pulsing and seemingly growing in front of his eyes. What the hell—

He snaps to attention as E.N.—Natsu lets out a blood-curdling cry, curling into himself as though he’s in pain.

There has been something heavy winding in Gray’s chest for some time now, like a container being constantly being filled and filled and filled, only for the contents to burst out and smother him with a laden weight when he heard his best friend scream in agony.

Fuck it! He’s halfway to Natsu’s side before he registers the thought. He skids to a halt, barely balancing over the dry, rocky landscape, and drops to his knees.

“Pain on the scale from one to five!” he barks.

Despite Natsu’s eyes being unfocused, he does reply weakly, “Three and a half.” A cough wrecks his stooped form. “It’s weird, I never felt something like that.”

And that’s an understatement of the fucking year considering Gray has yet to identify whatever the bloody hell is growing from Natsu’s shoulder blade. Was he hit by some spell? Or is maybe Natsu’s magic acting up?

Before he can even list all the questions he has, Natsu is curling into himself again, groaning and thrashing about. So Gray places his hand on his lower back as though that would help him.

It would be very easy to kill him like this.

The thought is unbidden, foreign—like it doesn't fit his mind. It’s loud as though a voice spoke. Gray recoils. A chill goes down his spine. Can he even trust his own mind? He’s currently somewhere between confused, scared, and horrified, which doesn’t help the agitation rolling through his body for not being able to help Natsu in any way.

Natsu freezes then shouts incoherently, his limbs flail over the ground, and it ends up dislodging his hand—and then there’s a scaly, veined, dark red wing (a wing!) unfurling right in front of Gray’s widened eyes.

Tense seconds crawl by as he looks from the newly formed appendage to Natsu who pants loudly, then back at it. Nothing is normal about what just transpired, but considering Natsu is a dragon slayer mage that wields an ancient type of magical power, unexpected should be expected. Gray cannot explain how exactly it came into existence.

He strokes Natsu’s back in a sort of a soothing manner, though it seems to be more of a reassurance for himself that Natsu is there, alive and breathing, and Gray isn’t sure what to think anymore.

Something feels odd. But then again, this whole situation is peculiar. A soft whimper calls Gray’s attention back to the base of the wing, and he realizes what struck him as odd.

His right hand is perfectly camouflaged against the inky clothing of Natsu's waistcoat because it is still black—scratch that, his whole arm is fucking pitch-dark. He blinks once, twice, and activates his devil slayer powers just to have that same black leathery skin light up with white markings. When he powers it down the markings go but the skin stays the same.

Yeah. Fuck. That officially makes today all kinds of messed up.

He startles when Natsu cries out again, this time clutching his head. Considering Gray’s not in any kind of danger beyond potentially having tough luck trying to match clothing color with his complexion in the future, he ignores his own predicament and ambles around to bring Natsu into a hug.

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22 notes - Posted May 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Legend’s Fairy Tail fics Master list

1. A Sham

Wherein Gray, tired of Juvia's advances, gets Natsu to agree to be his fake boyfriend. As with every ridiculous idea, things don't really go as planned.

Gray x Natsu; rating - T; multi; 17k

I love this story so much because it was the first time I experimented with my writing and finally found the voice that fits me. 

2. Fruitful exhibition

Gray is a closeted exhibitionist and gains a voyeur while training in the forest.

Gray x Natsu; rating - E; oneshot; 4,6k 

my first gratsu ‘porn without plot’ fic, I was really proud when I wrote it lol

3. Emergence 

A Fusion AU written for day 1: prompt create of Gratsu weekend 2022

rating - T; oneshot; 1,6k

Can be read as both gratsu and brotp fic, there’s not much shipping though.

4. On a Dare

“Wyverns are like little brothers to dragons.” “Oh, shut your trap or I’ll shut it for you. Permanently.” “What are you going to do?” Gray asked, barked a short laugh, then shifted to look Natsu directly in his eyes. “Kiss me or something.” Natsu did kiss him. Gray should’ve known better than to challenge him.

Written for day 2: prompt challenge of Gratsu weekend 2022

Gray x Natsu; rating - T; oneshot for now, plan to add one more chapter; 1,8k

5. Warmth

Wherein Gray and Natsu have a tradition of helping each other relax.

Written for day 4: prompt tradition of Gratsu weekend 2022

Gray x Natsu; rating - E; oneshot; 2,1k

6. Of Immanence (and how to find the way beyond)

The foray into the Alvarez Empire leaves Natsu and Gray transfigured and mentally scarred: one exhibiting a horn, a wing, and scales; the other grappling with a murderous voice sweet-talking him into killing his best friend.

Written for Fairy Tail Reverse Bang 2022

Gray x Natsu (mostly brotp); rating - M; oneshot; 6k; relevant tags: angst, hurt/comfort

This is one of my favourites, so go ahead and read if you haven’t already.

7. Of Acceptance (and learning to trust completely)

*continuation oneshot of Of Immanence Natsu and Gray take their relationship to the next level. All it takes is a bit of trust, sinful whispers, and sharp teeth.

Gray x Natsu; rating - E; oneshot; 4.6k; relevant tags: porn with feelings, blood, biting

I had so much fun writing this one since from starting Of Immanence I already wanted to tell this part of the story as well.

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33 notes - Posted May 7, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #this was fun #I guess fandom of the year has been FT #not surprised though