#But in the anime he just removed his shirt and put a cowboy hat on him - Karma's even clearly shirtless on the camera

[itswildwinters]

Seeing as it’s the holidays for me, I’ve had time to read (and re-read) quite a lot of fics, and I felt like sharing some of them with you. It’s my first time doing a fic recs post, so I hope it’s useful and not too much of a mess, especially since it’s quite long!

If you do end up reading any of these stunning fanfics, don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to show your appreciation!

Enjoy!! ✩

✩ baby blue by @soldouthaz​ (39k)

summary: Harry Styles takes his time coming out to greet them. Louis only knows what he’s seen on file and what he’s heard them talking about, but he fully lives up to the image he had inside of his head. 

He saunters down the front steps of the farmhouse in his Levi’s, brown snakeskin boots curving out from underneath the denim Louis’ sure he had specially made. He’s got on a plaid button-down tucked into the jeans because of course he does, curls spilling out from either side of his cowboy hat around his sunglasses and country-tan skin. 

“Harry Styles,” he drawls, extending a hand to Louis’ manager, “Pleased to meet ya’ll.”

I loved the dynamic between Cowboy Harry and Celebrity Louis. What I also really enjoyed about this fanfic is that the depiction of farm life was accurate. The way the story is written really gets you into action, so that you can picture everything quite well through the Louis-centric third point of view. 

✩ The Space Between by @lads-laddylads​ (39k)

summary: Harry Styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why. Louis Tomlinson is the omega PhD student who helps him figure it out.

A/B/O fanfic. I loved how Alpha Harry acted upon seeing Louis for the first time. You can really feel the tension and attraction through the screen, which is one of my all time favourite things. The way their relationship builds up is a delight, and Louis is a darling and so courageous in the end with how he deals with Harry, even when Harry is being an idiot. The connection they have at the end... just wow!

✩ fae series: Boiling Blood Will Circulate and Warming The Air Of The World by @crazyupsetter​ (42k and 3k)

summary of Boiling Blood Will Circulate: The wait isn’t long before something starts rustling in the bushes. Harry takes aim, squeezes the trigger, body moving unconsciously. They’re motions he’s done a thousand times before, and his body knows how to do it without the input of his brain now. It’s what makes him such a good shot.

He misses. The shot misses.

Something howls in the woods, a pretty clear indication that Harry hit it, but there’s no telltale sounds of a big body dropping, no animal charging out at him to take him out before he can finish the job.

Something does turn and run, though. “Fuck,” Harry spits out, scrambling to his feet and slinging the rifle back over his shoulder, giving chase. He’s not going to lose this hunt.

The trail of blood goes on longer than Harry thought it would. He doesn’t know how long he runs for, but his muscles are burning, chest heaving with exertion, until the trail just - goes dead. No more blood, just like that.

“Fuck,” Harry says.

I am a sucker for fantasy/supernatural fanfics, and this one is absolutely incredible. The suspense in there is well-built, and the dynamic between Louis and Harry leaves you hungry for more. There’s a lot of blood in this series, so if you’re not into that you should be careful, but for me the author really puts into perspective how complicated and different from mankind faeries are.

✩ With a whimper by @kitundercover​ (132k)

summary: Dystopian AU. Louis has been alone for too long to remember how not to be, and Harry has too much to worry about to deal with a scrawny, wild, stranger.

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The man grips his arm tightly. “You’re not going to say anything.” It’s not a question.

Louis shakes his head, his body twitching.

“Fine.” Large green eyes survey him before letting go. “It’s cold. Take this. Wear it.”

Louis can’t help another flinch as the man’s long scarf is wrapped around his tender neck, it’s still warm. He touches the soft material. “Thank you.”

The man bears his teeth. “Don’t thank me. Don’t ever thank me.”

If you are into dystopian works, and doesn’t mind violence, blood and gore, this fic will make your day! I loved the world-building, the way it’s written, how Louis’ character is portrayed and how strong he is. I just couldn’t stop reading once I began. The secrets of the plot, the fear of the characters, and the curiosity that sparks within you as you read contribute into making this fic a unique one that’s so worth the read.

✩ Soaked In The Blood Of Angels by @crazyupsetter​ (40k)

summary: The boy looks drugged, caught between a man who’s almost twice his size and a girl who looks like she wouldn’t even break a sweat snapping him in half despite her small stature, eyes closed and mouth open as he pants, arching up between them almost as if he’s trying to escape.

Normally, Harry would ignore it and continue on his search for someone to drink from, someone who wouldn’t mind his sharp teeth and rough hands. He’s seen plenty of boys like this one, ones who picked the wrong playmates, and if he stopped to rescue every single one of them he would have died from thirst a long time ago.

This one, though. There’s something about this one, the sheen of his bright blue eyes as he blinks slowly, looks around as though he doesn’t know where he is, the weakness of his hands as he tries to push the girl off of him and make his escape.

Another magnificent creatures/fantasy fanfic. The writing is absolutely exquisite, and I love how hard to get Louis is. The violence between Louis and Harry might bother some people, but to me it really spiced up their relationship and made Louis and Harry, who are creatures of gloom, particularly interesting and even real, somehow.

✩ Play Pretend, Find a Friend? by @angelichl​ (40k)

summary: They had to pull back for air. Louis surveyed the guy’s face, in awe of his blown pupils and sharp jawline, the way their shared spit glistened on his lips.

“Hi,” he breathed. He blinked, and came back to himself a little bit, blushing at his own boldness. “Sorry. Is this okay?”

The stranger removed his right hand from the curve of Louis’ waist in order to cup his jaw, tilting it up to the angle he desired. He pressed their lips together, murmuring, “Definitely.” And then he kissed harder.

When Louis sees his ex-boyfriend kissing a random girl at a party, he acts out of blind jealousy. He kisses the first guy he can find. It turns into a thing.

Where do I start? I usually don’t like fake-relationship AUs since most of the time Louis and Harry are famous, which make it less fun to me. But in this fic, they’re students and Harry is a frat boy while Louis is a nerd, but it’s not cliché or anything. It’s actually so well-written and the relationship between Louis and Harry takes time to progress which I absolutely love, seeing as I am a sucker for slow burn. Harry is so sweet as a frat boy, and Louis is an angel. Really loved reading this.

✩ at your fingertips by @risthebrave​ (27k)

summary: He finds himself wrapped up in sheets in bed on Thursday night, staring at the familiar name on a new story that was posted the night before.

His fingers twitch, ready to hit play and surrender to his impulses, saving the regret and turmoil for later.

And still he hesitates, internally praying that he’ll somehow gain the strength to exit out within the next few moments before he inevitably loses his patience and hits the button.

Three…

Two…

One.

Play.

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Or, Louis really should have seen it coming.

Besides being well-written, the whole plot is quite original. I absolutely loved Louis in there, especially since all of his insecurities made me relate to him. He’s so sweet, and I’m glad Harry was there to get him to open-up and see how amazing he is. I had so many moments of secondhand embarrassment haha, and they made the fic all the more amazing. Honestly, what really struck me in this fic is how the author managed to make Harry such an amazing person, and how intrepid Louis is while he learns to overcome his insecurities.

✩ Nothing But You On My Mind by @absoloutenonsense​ (83k)

summary: Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. Unfortunately for him, that means being faced with the Prince's constant innuendos, incessant dirty jokes, and relentless flirting. Louis just wants to make it to Princess Gemma's coronation; once she's crowned Queen, his contract is up and he never has to see the Prince again.

It was such a joy to read this fic. Even though Harry pissed me off on more than one occasion, I took great satisfaction in how Louis ignored him or replied with one of his witty comebacks. The plot twist was just awesome and Harry’s stubbornness ended up being very much welcome.

✩ push you out, pull you back in by @behisoneandonly​ (31k)

summary: Harry grips his head in his hands helplessly, yanking the base of his dark curls and squeezing his eyes shut.

“Fucking hell,” he whispers, knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping the strands of his hair.

“Hey, hey,” says the petite stranger in front of him, quickly standing up. “Stop, you’re hurting yourself.”

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Or Harry hates feeling vulnerable. Louis is set on breaking through his tough facade.

Oh my god, this was truly wonderful. The size difference made me go crazy! The smut was just wow too. What really made this fic so incredible is how protective of Harry Louis is, and how Louis seems to just... understand Harry despite his issues. Jealous Harry also! I loved it. Moreover, Louis’ character is literally perfect in this.

✩ thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in by @absoloutenonsense​ (52k)

summary: Harry's alpha fraternity donates to a local thrift shop (because of Liam's latent crush on a cute beta in his lecture). Louis' financial situation (and confusing omega instincts) lead him to make some interesting fashion purchases. Lots of pizza, feelings, and not-really-lying.

I’ve read and re-read this. I love Louis and Harry’s dynamic, and how they solve their troubles in the end. Harry is such a sweet soul, and Louis deserves the world!

✩ Canyon Moon by @eeveelou​ (40k)

summary: For as long as Louis has remembered, he has been promised to be mated to Harry, his best friend and the future pack alpha. But Louis’s heart belonged to the forest and to the hunt more than he could ever imagine it belonging to Harry.

Then Harry’s father dies in a violent accident, and Louis’s future alpha disappears on the wind.

An A/B/O Lion King AU

What really drew me in is that I’ve never before seen a larry fanfic on the Lion King, and honestly? It was so beautiful. The way the author made the plot of the cartoon go along with the A/B/O world was truly surprising, and absolutely interesting to read. Also, when Louis is introduced to the modern world? It’s such a sweet part of the fic.

✩ a trail of honey through it all by @yvesaintlourent​ (27k)

summary: The boy in front of him, well really, the man in front of him, was like something out of a confusing wet dream. Built, tall, tan and muscular, his skin glistened with sweat after a long day of working outdoors with his hands. He was wearing a cut up old American football shirt, the bottom hem was torn and the sleeves were cut off to the point where the t-shirt was really just a loose tank top. The shorts he had on had clearly been full length jeans at one point, and were now just crudely cut off above the knee. His white socks were pulled up too high on his calves, and the brown work boots he had on were old as fuck, the leather peeling along the edges of the soles. Curly brown hair stuck out from the edges of his backwards snapback, and there was a smudge of grease wiped along his brow bone. The smattering of hair along his jaw proved that he hadn’t shaved in a week or two, the hair growing in thicker across his upper lip and around his chin. His sinfully bowed mouth was pink and plump, and Louis was suddenly hyper-focused on the way that he chewed at the toothpick stuck between his lips. He looked like he needed a shower. Louis wanted to lick him.

Or, the TPH fic we’ve all been waiting for.

Trailer park Harry? HELL YEAH! The concept has been going on in the fandom for so long that when I saw someone finally wrote it, I was genuinely excited. And I wasn’t disappointed! The writing is wonderful and the way Louis and Harry grow closer is just so sweet. Loved it!

✩ The Healing Song series: The Healing Song and The Wedding by 2204 (111k and 3k)

summary of The Healing Song: Louis was carrying the large stuffed elephant like it was a baby, it’s trunk hanging over his shoulder and down his back and it’s front legs were resting around his neck, like it was hugging him. Said elephant was a present from Louis’ close friend Steve, who had thought Louis needed something to hug on bad days and had gifted him with a stuffed elephant the size of a one year old.

Steve had been right. Some days Louis did need something to hug, and this elephant was as good as anything.

Louis was having one of the rougher days. The harmonious state of the anxiety free life of a fearless Louis had ended the week after he met with Harry. It ended as abruptly as it had started. It was like pushing a button. Lights out. Almost as if the universe said “You’ve had your fun, crazy one, now go be sick” and slammed the door in his face.

Or where Louis is a single father of two, suffering from PTSD, and Harry is there providing soulmatey and loving support while he heals the wounds of past abuse.

God, this fic I swear! This made me cry, laugh, scream... this is a roller-coaster of emotions. It’s quite a hard fic to read, because it deals with past abuse and trauma. And it’s even harder knowing this story is based on real life events that the author went though. But the way it’s written, the way Harry helps Louis through his struggles and issues, it’s so beautiful and inspiring.

✩ Sunrise and Pixie Dust by @moonyblouie​ (14k)

summary: Harry's taking a walk at sunrise in the forest he knows like the back of his hand when the wind starts blowing, the sky turns pink, and golden glitter starts to fall from the sky. He’s not sure about what’s happening, but when he comes face to face with a gorgeous winged-creature, he can’t help but be immediately mesmerized.

Or an AU in which Harry finds himself crossing the borders between two worlds.

I loved this, the smut is so hot!! But the end... I really hope there will be a sequel! But other than that, the way Louis is written? Wonderful!

✩ Weightless by @smittenwithlouis​ (25k)

summary: He hopes that Harry still thinks of him. God knows Louis thinks of him every day.

Or: Harry is the best dragon racer the world has ever seen and Louis is an almost-vet who feels like he is carrying the weight of the world.

This was... just amazing, honestly. I loved loved loved every time Louis interacted with dragons, I could picture it and it’s just so so sweet. The way Louis is concerned about Harry’s safety, and Harry’s will to make Louis’ life better, to give him the freedom he deserves... it’s just beautiful.

✩ The Blood of Love by @mugglemirror​ (25k)

summary: Harry is a nurse and Louis is a painting worth more than a thousand words. As desire and darkness encompasses him, Harry has to learn the secrets of Thorne Hills manor before he succumbs to the mystery that surrounds him.

I absolutely loved this! The plot, the writing, the suspense, the secrets... everything was on spot and left me yearning for more. The atmosphere really makes the reader completely engrossed into what’s going on, and the end doesn’t disappoint. Dark fics have always been something that I enjoy reading, and this one definitely didn’t disappoint. Just wow!

✩ Latibule by @quelquesetoiles​

summary: Louis had worked in the infamous resort placed in the median point of all worlds for longer than he could remember. He went through everyday with a soul-crushing emptiness filling his mind, going through the same routine over and over again. Despite all the happenings around him, his soul never wavered, his emotions stayed superficial, and nothing took his breath away anymore.

Nothing, except the intoxicating smell of lavender and the contemplating green eyes that came along for the ride every now and again. His heart always seemed to wake up full force whenever those pretty lips formed around even prettier, yet empty promises, and he felt the magic sizzle in his bones again only when contact was made between the divine body and his own deceivingly normal one. He hated it for the fact he really didn’t.

Or : A Spirited Away AU of sorts where Louis just wants to heal and be left alone, only for all his plans to be destroyed by the hands of an infuriating British God.

I have read this at least three times, that’s how good this fic is. I am a sucker for mythology, like truly, and Louis and Harry’s dynamic in there had me screaming! Jealous Harry is the best thing, and the semi plot twist at the end made my heart jump. But besides the universe we readers are diving into, it’s also the writing that’s left me pleasantly drunk. The words flow together perfectly, at after each paragraph you just long for more. Also the pet names!!! Just beautiful.

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If there’s any mistakes, please let me know! 

#fic recs

[gongju-juice]

3. Once Upon a Southern Night

Something Old, Something New

Warnings: Some racial tension. . .also might be some language but I can’t remember tbh

The thing about change is that it’s just that—change. You can change something, twist it, mold it, or turn it into whatever you wish for it to look like, but you cannot ever get rid of its original identity. 

Living in Forks was no short of that. Life was a blessing, and your days were filled with laughter and excitement. Beginning your senior year—Jasper had graduated—but the two of you were dating and closer than you’d ever been. He took you on dates to see the stars and bought you flowers and little trinkets to brighten your day. You read books in his lap and went on double dates with Amelia and her boyfriend, Stuart. 

You knew something was strange about your family—so much so that your mother’s weirdness no longer seemed so personalized. Maybe it was the fact they never ate around you, or maybe it’s the account of their golden eyes. And like your mother (and everyone else, frankly), your boyfriend was so inhumanly cold, like a Roman statue left in an icy museum.

But what did you look like asking such crazy questions? After all, what else could it be but coincidence? As for your mom and Carlisle, they were siblings—it was normal for them to share the same traits. But as for the others—Rosalie and Jasper were twins—and although they were different personality wise, they both had the same pale skin and bronze colored eyes. Maybe the old saying is true: living together with someone really does make you look alike.

One day while your family all hung out at the Cullen house, you received a letter in the mail. It was a bright, shimmering white envelope with fancy lace trimming. You opened it carefully—sure not to cut yourself so as to not to trigger Jasper’s weird paranoia around blood. 

“Oh my god!” you shouted, running into the living room. You looked at your mom. “Ivy and Dale are getting hitched!”

“Wow, Ivy?” she said. “I remember the two of you growing up like it was yesterday. When’s the date?”

“March 5. It’s going to take place on Dale’s parents’ farm. The reception’s going to be in the big barn house!”

You whirled in excitement, only to dizzy yourself into Jasper’s arms when you realized you’d fallen. He brushed a stray curl from your face.

“A wedding?” he said. “I thought Ivy was only seventeen.”

“You can get married in Alabama at sixteen with parental consent. I’m sure the Lauderdales were thrilled to hear of the good news. Dale has been hanging ‘round since we were six.”

You popped back onto the floor. “I’ve gotta find a dress and everything! Oh wait—I should call and see if we’re doing matching dresses or if we’re all gonna be wearing different ones.”

You picked up your phone and raced to the kitchen where you could find some privacy and feel free to freak out some more. She picked up on the third ring.

“Lucille!” you cried, “I can’t believe it’s finally happening! Please send me a picture of the ring ASAP, okay?”

She giggled. “It’s not a big deal, Y/N. We’ve been engaged since we were twelve. It’s just that now we’ve got that ice and permission to prove it.”

The phone buzzed and you looked at the image of the triple diamond ring which had a band of diamonds all around. You recognized that ring. It was Dale’s grandmother’s sacred family heirloom, the one that’s been locked up tight in their security safe. He only let you and her see it once when you were both thirteen and his parents were out in the field.

“I’m so excited for the bachelorette party!” you gushed. “We’re going to have so much fun! We should go to Pensacola and go to one of them spa places and then we can—”

“Y/N,” she said quietly, cutting you off entirely. “You’re not on the bridesmaids list.”

You were quiet, your flailing arms caught in mid air. “I’m not. . .but you said—”

“I’m sorry, girl, but Mama already chose who's going to be in my wedding. There’s 

Charlotte, Mary, Clarabelle, and Lydia. . .the ones I grew up with.”

“But. . .what about me? Didn’t. . .didn’t we grow up together?”

“Yeah, but. . .it’s just not the same, you know? Those people are family. You can still come to the wedding, of course. That’s why I sent the invitation.”

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel hurt. Here was your best friend telling you that you couldn’t be in the wedding. Mrs. Lauderdale. . .you thought she really liked you. Was it because you moved up north?”

“Oh, alright then. I was just—just calling to confirm the date. March 5, right?”

“Yeah, March 5.”

You hung up the phone and sighed at the counter, your head hung down. Just then, Jasper came walking in. He came up behind you and held you in place, his head resting on your shoulder. Suddenly, your mood improved instantly. But that was the thing about Jasper—he was always brightening your day when you felt down. It was part of the reason you adored him.

“You okay?” he whispered. “You know you don’t got to go to that wedding?”

You shook your head. “Of course I do. It’s my best friend’s wedding. How could I miss her big day? Besides. . .how did you even know I was sad?”

He stiffened. “I. . .uh. . .heard the conversation in the hallway.”

“Oh, well I guess that makes sense.”

He held you for a while against the hard granite. 

“Jasper?”

“Yes, darlin’?”

“Will you be my date to the wedding?”

“Absolutely.”

Rosalie was the one officially in charge in helping you pick your dress. Alice had a vengeful streak and wanted you to wear a big, white gown that would take all the attention away from Ivy.

“It’s wayyyy too hot in the south for that,” you pleaded, “and I ain’t trying to cause no trouble! It’s her Mama who did it, not Ivy.”

“She should’ve overridden that stupid decision then,” Alice continued, braiding your hair. It was still funny to know that the tiny pixie girl knew how to do a full-set of box braids. “If it was my wedding—”

“But it isn’t your wedding,” Rosalie insisted. “And Ivy isn’t your friend. Now like I was saying, Y/N, this little yellow sundress would look so cute with your skin tone. . .”

They even hooked up Jasper. They got him a nice cornflower blue dress shirt and a cream colored suit. Emmett even put on a whole show of picking his hairstyle, and even though they went through all that progress and hard work, you kindly reminded them that a heat wave was coming the weekend of the wedding and that it was best just to leave his curls the way they were. Jasper did not take kindly to his brother after that.

“Why don’t you come with us?” you asked your mom as she helped you pack the last of your luggage. “It’s gonna be so lonely with just me and Jasper. And besides, I’m sure everybody wants to see you!”

“No, no, I can’t. I’m scheduled for a surgery the day of the wedding. I can’t cancel it either. It’s a cancerous tumor that needs to be removed.”

You sighed, sitting up on your bed. “I can’t believe it’s here. She’s getting married, mom. We’re all going to be adults and pretty soon, if things go to according to plan, me and—” You cut yourself off as the overwhelming thought engulfed you.

“That’s right. You and Jasper will have your own wedding someday. . .speaking of which. . .we need to talk about the future.”

“The future?”

“Yes,” she sat on your bed. “There are some things you need to know before you set your eyes on your own big day. We’ll talk about that all soon, I promise. But as for now, go and enjoy yourself with Jasper. You’ll have him all to yourself. . .”

“Mom!” you shouted. “Jasper—he’s too sweet for that. He’s a real gentleman! It hasn’t even been that long ago since we had our first kiss, and he was scared to even do that!”

She raised her brows. “Hmmm, maybe that’s what he wanted you to think. But guys are never shy when it comes to that subject.”

The next day, your family wished you off at the airport. Jasper bought you first class tickets—a feat you deemed both extravagant and unnecessary—and you slept on his shoulder for most of the way. 

Immediately, touching down in your home state, everything felt so different. It was humid and hot; the type of sticky that makes your hair stick to the back of your neck, and people were so much more cordial then they were back at Forks. Some gave Jasper strange looks as he wound his fingers with yours, but again, nobody was unpleasant.

You would be staying at a hotel about thirty miles out from the country. There were, thankfully, two queen sized beds parallel to one another in the tiny room. But Jasper insisted sleeping in the living room part where a half wall separated the two of you.

On the big day, your boyfriend pulled out an authentic cowboy hat (the likes you’d never seen before), and the two of you headed down Ivy’s long dirt road. 

Fields of cotton and peas lined either side of the road, and for long stretches, there were no houses except the occasional large country home with animals and plots of cultivated land. The ditches teemed with life: jumping frogs, tadpoles, crawfish, and lillies. 

“Gosh, it’s been so long since I’ve been in the country,” he said. “This place isn’t much different from home.”

“Home? In Forks?”

“Rose and I—before we were adopted—used to live in Texas.”

“Really? That explains your accent! I just thought you watched too many western flicks. Oh, but why doesn’t Rosalie have one?”

“Well, she just hides it, I guess.”

You arrived at the house. There was a trail of cars already parked in the grassy yard, and people made their way in their finest Sunday’s best to the row of chairs arranged in front of the big oak tree where the minister stood.

“Y/N!” one of your old childhood friends exclaimed when she saw you. She was dressed in a teal dress, and at her side was some unknown boy you hadn’t met. “It’s so good to see you!” She looked at your boyfriend. “And who’s this?”

“Jasper Hale, ma’am, I’m her date for the evening,” he answered, tipping his hat. The row of women waiting to greet you gushed at his manners, and dare you say, they checked him out so openly. You hugged his bicep tighter.

“Just for the evening or indefinitely?” she cooed.

“Indefinitely.”

You sat down in one of the middle rows, and watched in awe as the wedding processional came down the aisle. Ivy was dressed in a glittery dress and carried the largest bouquet of white roses you’d ever seen. Dale had tears in his eyes as he looked up at his bride. They were so perfect, so in love, it made your insides melt.

After the beautiful ceremony, the party moved the barn. The rafters were draped in lights and white ribbons and flower petals covered the ground. You chose a table nearest to one of the wooden walls and curled into Jasper’s side.

“You look so gorgeous,” he said, tucking a dandelion behind your ear. “You out-shined the bride, and you didn’t even have to wear that ridiculous dress Alice was trying to shove you in.”

“All of my girlfriends keep whispering about you. You’re the real star tonight. The best looking man in both Washington and Alabama.”

Just then, Mrs. Lauderdale approached your table.

“Y/N, how are you honey?” she asked as you hugged her plump form. As the mother of the bride, she was dressed in a simple white dress and rocked a crown of flowers in her hair.

“I’m wonderful. Have you met my boyfriend?” You allowed her to inspect Jasper as he offered a hand.

“My, my. What a fine young man,” she cried. “Who knew you could get such a catch?”

She pulled you off to the side, and although Jasper tried to follow, you insisted he stay behind.

“I hope you aren’t upset about the whole bridesmaid situation,” she said, patting your shoulder. “We wanted a small processional anyway—makes it so we can get to the food faster.”

You shook your head. “‘Course not. It was such a beautiful ceremony. And Ivy—she’s stunning,” you said as you admired her twirling form with her new husband.

“Well anyway, John and the guys want to see you. John?”

Mr. Lauderdale greeted you with a nod. “How’s it going?”

“All good here,” you answered enthusiastically. In all honesty, John and his friends intimidated you with their skeptical expressions and hawk-like eyes. It was obvious the men of the family didn’t like you as much as the girls did—and that was fine. You were here for Ivy, not them.

“You got yourself a white boy?” Vernon, Ivy’s brother, asked. “A Yankee?”

“Actually, Jasper’s a Texan. And yes, he’s white. But it isn’t weird or anything.”

Like he was in on the conversation, he smoothly slid in beside you, his cold hand wrapping around your waist.

“Pleased to meet you,” he said as he addressed the men. “I’m a Houston native, by the way. I was raised on a farm myself—had a chocolate brown mare named Buttercup and a field full of bulls.”

“Ah, really? That makes me even more surprised to see you here.”

“Pardon me?”

Vernon smirked. “Y’all go and enjoy yourselves.”

Jasper pulled you away from the barn with a little more determination than you thought was needed. He hadn’t looked nor spoken until the two of you were completely alone by the fence where the ponies ran.

“Are you okay?” you asked softly. “You seem upset.”

“It’s nothing. I didn’t like the way those boys were talking. Had to get outside and clear my mind.” He pulled you closer to his body, and his cool skin felt good in the heat of the night.

“Holding you like this makes me get so sentimental,” he admitted. “It makes me want to take you to the nearest courtyard and get official. It makes me want to buy you a hundred acres and a big, nice house by a river. It makes me want to give you a bunch of kids to keep us company, so we can grow old together and live happily ever after.”

“I like when you get sentimental,” you breathed.

“But,” he stopped, “that last part might not be able to happen. There’s something you should know about me—about our family before you decide to give your heart away.”

“What do you mean? What could possibly be so earth-shattering that it’d make me stop loving you?”

He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, staring deeply into your eyes. His brows were creased, forehead wrinkled in thought. 

“Y/N, I wanted to wait to tell you, but I can’t stand lies. Most importantly, I don’t like to lie to you.”

“Just say it, baby.”

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness. 

It was a tall man, about the same height and build as Jasper, with bright crimson eyes and long dark hair tied back in a ponytail. He stared at you intensely before casting his burning gaze to Jasper.

“It’s been a long time, old friend,” he said darkly before inhaling deeply. “And it’s been even longer, Camille.”

And here the real story begins. Also I like cowboy Jasper playing with ponies maybe I’ll do a drabble on that.

Part One    Part Two   Part Four

#jasper hale #jasper hale imagines #jasper hale x reader #twilight #twilight imagines #twilight x reader #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #esme cullen #emmett cullen #rosalie hale #alice cullen #cowboy jasper 'cause i said so #i asked my mama if i could be a horse rider and she said no

[hadestownmodern]

Thrift Shop Birthday

It’s Reeve Carney’s birthday so this came out of me today instead of my actual adult work, whoops -Danielle ------ On the first birthday Eurydice spends with Orpheus, she wakes up with a nervous energy. She hasn’t known him long, but feels the strange complexity of their relationship called for some kind of celebration on her end. It isn’t simple; what do you get the person who’d confessed his love to you the night you’d met-who’d convinced you to stay?

              She’d settled on an idea-one little inkling. He’d mentioned a jacket she wears-oversized, warm, comforting. She’d told him she’d thrifted it and he’d nearly jumped with excitement, asking question after question about her favorite places to go and what it’d been like. This man, with his completely eclectic style, had only been once or twice. Eurydice vowed to change that.

              They’d started out their morning at a smaller shop settled awkwardly between a bank and a chiropractor with walls of little trinkets, coffee cups and vases and statuettes with seemingly no purpose at all. He’d taken his time, looking through each of them with quizzical interest.

“Who do you think was the last person that had this?” He’d asked her, holding up a figurine of a porcelain duck wearing a sailor’s hat. Eurydice laughs, taking the figure from his hand to examine it further. It’s sturdily made, with some sort of etching on the bottom to claim its ownership-Dottie written in expansive cursive.

“This woman definitely collected these; had a big shelf of them,”

“Oh!” He lights up at the notion, “She spent hours looking for them. ”

“She was very rich-she definitely paid someone to make them because she couldn’t find any more.”

“And her family used to try and make them, too, but those didn’t end up like this one-those were Play-Doh, but the good thing about her is that those were her favorite. I think she has this whole collection of Play-Doh ducks somewhere because she wouldn’t give them away.”

She hands the duck back to him and he turns it over, tracing the etching on the bottom with a warm smile before putting it back on the shelf. They continue this game, a back-and-forth storytelling of ordinary people living their ordinary lives. Somehow, still, the stories are laced with a fantastical mystery, a beautiful what if that lies within the effortless pace of his narration.

              Eurydice stops them to buy two pretzels, to slow their pace as they walk from block to block. The weather’s turned quickly into its first signs of winter; grey sky, bitter air, crowds thinning in a way that only a city native’s eye can take notice of. She laughs to herself as he dangles his hand in the space between them, fingers flexing and retracting, nervously brushing against hers.

              “You can hold my hand, Orpheus.” He fits her hand in his and she can feel the hesitation, as if he’s afraid she’s going to change her mind. She does-taking her hand away for only a moment. She loops her arm around his instead, presses against his side.

 They walk for a while, filling the space between them with snippets of conversation. Orpheus and Eurydice lingered on the line of polite, we just started dating conversation and talking like they’d known each other for years, volleying between stories of movies they’d seen and how they felt about the world as a whole, then back to which colors were the most aesthetically pleasing. The pauses within are filled with Eurydice against his side, pointing out places with rude storeowners or cats on their windowsills. Then, she stops at a narrow door, brings him up a flight of old wooden stairs to an ornate looking door with a bell that rings when she opens it.

The room is a sprawling mass of clothing racks, of hats and scarves hung on the walls. She turns to him, hands him a simply made greeting card with twenty dollars stuck inside. Orpheus attempts to give it back, shaking his head. She pulls an identical bill from her own pocket and shoves his back toward him.

              “This is all part of the birthday, Orpheus. This is the best thrift store you’ll find, my favorite place in the whole city. You’re lucky, I don’t usually want people to know about this place. But you seem like you’ll keep my secret.” She holds his hand, squeezes it once before stepping back from him.

“Buy me an outfit, and I’ll buy one for you. It can be anything you want, but it has to stay within the twenty dollar limit.”

              “Okay,” He’d laughed at her chaotic spirit, pocketing the $20 bill.

              “Orpheus? The only catch is that when we’re done, we have to wear these out to dinner later. Choose wisely.”

              He nods, taking his job very seriously as they part ways at the entrance. Moving through the women’s section he can barely find anything, peeking over the racks to search for the top of her head bopping along, wandering between aisles with a calculated grin. He wonders what her angle is as he holds a few choices out in his hands. This section doesn’t seem to suit her, with its prom dresses and old work blouses. He breezes into the men’s section, hoping to find a hint of inspiration.

              “Hey, no peeking!” He hears her voice from two aisles over, where Eurydice hides her choices behind a rack of coats.

“Not peeking, just…looking for you!” He stammers through his words, flipping through the rack of tacky Hawaiian shirts with a smirk.

              Eurydice holds a finger in the air, looks at him through teasingly narrowed eyes before turning her back to him, thumbing through a rack of clothes he can not see. His hands catch on strange fabric-thick, imposing-and he takes a moment to hold the garment in question up to the sky before grinning and draping it over his arm. Different, unique. He can’t wait to see the look on her face when she’s presented with it.

              They go back to his apartment immediately afterward, their garments wrapped up in the canvas bags they’d brought to the store. They sit on the floor with their legs crossed,

              “Orpheus…what the fuck is this?” The garment is heavy on her lap and she’s laughing as she holds it up, watches it unfurl. She shakes her head, holding the firefighter’s jacket against her body. It dwarfs her small frame, hits slightly past her knees.  

              “I only had three dollars left afterward” He shrugs. “You can put whatever you want on to go with it, I just felt like this was the best idea.”

              “Oh no,” She drapes the jacket over her shoulders. “This is perfect.”

              “Open yours,” She urges, pushing the bag toward him. He picks it up from the bottom, weighing it in his hands. It seems far heavier than hers had, even with the weight of the jacket. He pulls a pair of pants out first-jeans, seeming normal until he unfurls them. There are small patches of scrap fabric handily sewn in random places, tiny enough to draw notice only when looking close enough. The back pockets are also covered, but in a more blatant fashion. The cross-hatched fabric that had been chosen is slightly bold, creating a style all their own. He nods appreciatively as Eurydice shifts in her seat, brimming with anticipation.

              There is an old band tee next, a graphic of a cowboy hat and text reading Thift Shop Cowboys. They’d toured, according to the three dates on the back of the shirt, all in Nebraska. Then, a button from the same band-it was a combo deal, we got lucky. There is a flannel, green and yellow and impossibly warm, fabric that feels invitingly soft between his fingers. A complete outfit; Eurydice grins in triumph when he points this out, shrugging.

              “I had money leftover too, but you’ll have to wait to see how I spent it. Come on, get dressed, I’m starving!”

              They’re quite the pair as they walk hand in hand down the street, Orpheus in his charmingly off-beat alternative outfit and Eurydice in her big jacket. Before they can enter the little diner she’d chosen Eurydice pulls an old, worn looking camera from the middle of her bag.

              “Hold on,” She instructs, pulling him to the edge of the sidewalk closest to the building. “Take a picture with me.”

              She fiddles with the old camera-another thrift shop treasure she’d fussed over until it worked just good enough to take a picture after jiggling the buttons a few times. The photo prints out instantly, and Eurydice waves it around as it develops, looking at it only briefly before laughing. They both sport confused faces, quirked eyebrows and half-opened mouths as they figure out how to work the vintage machine. They take one more, this one a different moment frozen in time. Shoulder to shoulder, their cheeks are pressed close together, Eruydice’s eyes closed as Orpheus has his eyes turned toward her. Both pictures make a return to her backpack, treasured.

              The diner is full of eclectic decoration-old postcards, framed photos with seemingly no purpose…as if a thrift shop had come to life in the place. They sit on the same side of a big corner booth by the window, watch the foot traffic go by as they order milkshakes and fries. They keep the food between them, taking sips from each other’s drinks and dipping their fries in. Eurydice can’t help but keep herself close to him, feet tucked under her knees, head on his shoulder. Occasionally his head falls onto hers, stays there as he keeps his arm around her, reminds himself of the hefty fireman’s jacket with a laugh.

              She only removes herself from his side to rifle through her backpack, taking out one of the photographs and a pin. Her tongue darts gently, quickly between her lips in concentration before she becomes animated once more, looking around before sticking their photograph to the wall.

              “Eurydice!” He squeaks. She shakes her head while admiring her handiwork.

              “Nobody will even notice, Orpheus. And then when we come back? This is our booth.”

              They walk home in contented silence, full of comfort food and bliss, shielding each other from the biting cold as their pace quickens. The warmth of his apartment is a welcome thing, Eurydice hanging the fireman’s jacket on the coat hook and making her way briskly to the kitchen counter, where she pulls a small bundle from the front pocket.

              “Ok, last thing.” She instructs him to sit on the couch. “Hold out your hands.” He feels the small weight drop and looks up at her in question, wondering what the newspaper-wrapped bundle could be. Eurydice watches with a tightness in her chest, an inner voice wondering if this is something stupid-silly. As his eyes widen, his grin reaches from ear to ear, her doubts are instantly quelled.

              “No way.” He laughs as he holds the gift in his hands, looking up at her in disbelief. “This is incredible.”          

              “I thought he might need a new home.”

              “Eurydice,” He rises from the couch, wraps her in a tight hug and kisses her gently. “Wait.”

              He bounds over to the small shelf holding his record player, with the most narrow little shelf at the top. He puts the gift on the little lip, just above the record player, a near-perfect display.

              “There’s something missing.” He gestures to her backpack, a silent request, and then delves in. When his handiwork is finished they stand in front of it together, Orpheus kissing the top of Eurydice’s head. Each time he chooses a record for years to come, Orpheus feels his heart warm at the photograph of their confused faces and the porcelain duck with a sailor’s hat.

#hadestown #hadestownmodern #orpheus #eurydice #young orphydice #every day pre-baby is going to be written because there's not many and they're my favorite #danielle writes

[lowkeyassgard]

DAY 10 OF LOKI VS. EARTH: CONCERTS

Day 10 of Loki vs. Earth series and today Loki is very pissed off by attending a country concert.

One shot summary: After bailing Loki out of some serious trouble, Thor asks Loki to attend a concert with him.

Quarantine series summary:It’s going to be a series of fun and light hearted one shots to help readers and other writers get through this hard time. I made a a03 collection and a tumblr tag. To join just write a fun, soft, and/or light hearted one shot and post it to the collection @Quarantine_Series or tag it on tumblr as #quarantine series.

Word count: 900 words

Loki didn’t care much for music, He never understood why Midgardians would spend their time blasting loud obnoxious noises into their ears. Also, didn’t understand how they enjoyed it. He didn’t like it but since permanently residing on Midgard his brother Thor had found a love for it. He blasted it through their home and would dance around like a psycho. Loki thought Thor a fool for it.

Thor had been pestering Loki to attend a concert for the last few months. Loki had repeatedly said no but knew he would no longer be able to decline the offer. Loki had recently run into some trouble leading Thor to bailing him out. Literally. Loki was arrested for assault. He did nothing of the sort, but the police officer insisted that Loki had come at it. What had actually happened was that one-day Loki was walking down the road flipping his favorite blue knife and a police officer had stopped to question him. Loki was not a fan of this man tone and pointed his knife at the officer. Loki wasn’t going to stab him, but the officer said that he had to jump back to avoid being plunged in the gut. What a liar. Upon Loki’s arrest they confiscated the knives on him and threw him in a dirty dark cell.

He spent two whole days in the jail because the police department had no clue who Loki was and how to contact someone to bail him out, Loki wasn’t from Earth, so he did not have a fingerprint on file or even a social security card. The entire police department was perplexed by his existence because to their computer system Loki simply did not exist. Yet he did and he like all others will have to serve the time for his crime. On the second night of his confinement Loki astray projected to New Asgard and pleaded with his brother to free him. Sure, thing the next morning there Thor was with a big wad of cash to free him and recover his prized knives.

With that situation in mind Loki knew the next time Thor asked he would have to go. He did in fact owe his brother and how horrible could a concert be.

The dreaded ask came two days later. Loki was in his bed reading a book over astronomy. It was a calm and bright day. He was in a pleasant mood. He was until Thor came waltzing into his singing one of those songs he was always blasting.

“Oh brother! Do you recall when I got you out of that sticky situation?

“How could I forget brother. It has only been a week.”

“Oh, how time flies when you are having fun. Speaking of fun how about you and me go to a concert tonight. There will be alcohol.” Thor emphasized the last part. Loki wasn’t fond of Midgardian alcohol, but something was better than nothing. Since Loki didn’t have any form of identification he could not lawfully buy alcohol even he was thousands of years past the required age. The people would just not believe it. So, the only time he received alcohol was when he stole it, much frowned about by Thor and Valkyrie, and when he went to an event that served it to all guests.

“Ah yes brother. I do owe you so just this time I will join you.”

“YES!” Thor practically jumped with joy. Loki knew that Thor loved hanging out with him, but they just didn’t like the same things. Loki liked raves and clubs meanwhile Thor loved campfires and concerts. They were like polar opposites and yet they still loved each other dearly. When Loki had no one, he had Thor. Thor was the only one that gave him chance after chance and saw the good in him. So even though he knew he would hate every minute of it if this concert would make his brother happy he would attend.

“Alright Loki. Be ready by six and where something that isn’t black.”

At a quarter to six Loki walked out of his bedroom in a olive green shirt and grey denim jeans. It was the only thing he owned that wasn’t black or Asgardian custom clothes. He felt like a teenager that was trying to be cool. He wasn’t going to impress anyone, so he swallowed his pride and put on a smile for his brother.

Thor on the other hand was absolutely ecstatic. He was in a plaid button up shirt blue denim jeans and boots. He was grinning ear to ear. The minute Loki came out Thor gave a big holler of excitement and practically dragged Loki out of their home to take a truck into the city.

They arrived at the concert venue within the next forty five minutes and immediately Loki wished he had said no. Just from the look of the people entering the venue he would be miserable. Everyone entering was dressed in cowboy hats and boot. The men and the women were plaid shirts and both were equally acting loud and obnoxious.

As Loki walked with Thor toward the entrance Loki groaned. The person taking the tickets was a blonde chick with a plaid shirt tied at her breast level. She was in cutoff denim shorts that showed the bottom of her undergarments. She was loud. Too loud. Loki wanted to throw his ticket at her and tell her to shut up before she found her mouth bound. Instead he calmly watched as Thor handed the tickets to her.

“HOWDY THERE BOYS. YALL READY FOR SOME FUN”

“No.” Loki simply said. Thor was beside him talking about how excited he was and had been looking forward to this all day.

Loki left his brother at the ticket stand to push his way into the venue. He thought maybe it would be better once inside, but it was not,

Thor had left out the part that this was a hillbilly concert. Loki wasn’t even trying to be offensive. A person that walked by him held a sign promptly stating that it was a hillbilly concert. The sign read “Hillbillies get down too.”

Everyone I mean everyone looked like they should be in the wild west. Loki didn’t usually complain about humans showing off a little skin but now he was. Their attire and the way they presented themselves repulsed Loki.

He pushed himself thought the crowd of sweaty exposed bodies to find the bar. Once there he was even more repulsed. They just had beer. Cheap piss. This was their suck ass excuse for alcohol. The whole reason why he was here. Loki remembering, he was doing for this Thor laid down a few bills and took one of the beers. He took one swig of the beer and spit it out on the ground.

“Real men drink beer.” A woman sitting at the bar scorned at him. He reached for his knives to realize he left them at home.

‘Real women know not to pester a man that could easily destroy them.” Loki spat at her. Pardon his language but fuck her. If he had his knives he would hold them at her throat until she cried out in mercy. He might not want to take over the world anymore, but he would not be disrespected.

Not being able to stand the taste of this piss he threw the half full can on the ground and removed the lighter from his pocket and set it on fire.

“Oh, brother there you are!” Thor said before realizing that Loki had set a can of beer on fire and had attracted a crowd.

“Please excuse my brother. Its not a concert without a little spilt beer am I right?” Thor said before grabbing Loki by the arm and dragging him to the other side of the room.

“Loki, what did I tell you about burning things?”

“Do not belittle me brother. That Midgardian piss made a fool out of me and I smite its existence as punishment.”

“Just stand here and have some fun. The concert is starting soon.” Thor said before taking a swig out of his own can of fermented piss.

The concert did start but Loki did not have fun.

The music was horrendous. It was loud. Obnoxious loud. The people let out yeehaws like they were farm animals. At one point the man beside Loki made the comment that he loved this music which Loki returned by screaming “THIS IS NOT MUSIC.”

Worse than the music was the dancing that followed. The dancing looked like an exorcism ritual. The people shook their bodies and bent them in ways that should mot be normal. They thrashed against each other and yet out shared simultaneous hollers. Loki felt as though he was watching a whole crowd of people possessed by a spirit and this country music was expelling them of their farm demon.

As the night went on the crowd got worse. Even his brother began to thrash around and swing his beer in the air. Later Loki would ask what happened and Thor would just say he was overcome by the music. Overcome by the music? The only thing Loki was overcome by was the urgent need to bleach his eyes and wipe his memories of this event.

When the crowd began to sway, Loki let out a groan. The people around him assumed he was joining them in their pleasure but he was not. Every time their shoulder pressed into his body he had to stop himself from grabbing them and snapping them in half.

At one point the stranger beside him bumped a little too hard into Loki taking him by surprise and knocking him to the concrete floor. That was loki last straw.

“I do not know what kind of hoe down throw down you people think this is hit if you so ever even think about touching my godly skin I will remove your bones from your body one by one.”

The people around him just stopped. They stopped dancing. The must stopped playing. The people all stopped to look at Loki.

“I am a god and I will not be disrespected and touched by you distasteful rowdy animals.”

Thor just watched in disbelief as his dear brother screamed at a venue of people.

“ I did my best to enjoy this time for the sake of my brother but you farm animals sad are just not worthy of my company.” With that Loki felt arms reach around him and he was picked up. A very large human carried him outside the venue and threw him on to the ground.

“Do you know who I am?” Loki screamed at the man.

“No and I do not care. Move another inch and I’m calling the cops.”

Loki was absolutely appalled that he was thrown out. He was even more appalled that Thor did not quickly come out to him. Instead loki spent the next 2 hours on the ground outside of the venue. When Thor finally came out he was completely hammered. . He was smiling and laughing to himself

“Brother. You are such a pain. Kicked out of a concert. If only mother and father could see this. They would laugh so hard they wept.”

Needless to say that Loki never attended a concert after that.

#quarantine series #loki #loki smut #loki fic #loki series #loki oneshot #loki of earth #loki of asgard #loki of jotunheim #tom hiddleston smut #tom hiddleston oneshot #tom hiddleston series #marvel #marvel smut #marvel series #marvel oneshot #marvel fic #a03 #smut #fluff #thor fic #thor of asgard #thor odinson

[katehuntington]

Title: Ride With Me (part eight) Fandom: Supernatural AU Characters series: Reader, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Ellen Singer-Harvelle, Jo Singer (Harvelle), Benny Lafitte, Ash Miles, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Castiel Novek, and many more. Timeline: 2008 Pairing: Dean x Reader (eventually) Word count: 5550 words Summary series: Y/N is a talented horse rider who is on her way to become a professional. In order to convince her father that she deserves the loan needed to start her own farm, she goes to Arizona for six months, to intern at a ranch owned by Bobby and Ellen Singer. Her future is set out, but then she meets a handsome horseman, who goes by the name of Dean Winchester. A heartwarming series about a cowboy who falls for the girl, letting go of the past and the importance of family.  Summary part eight: It’s one of those days for Dean where everything that can go wrong, goes wrong. After one hell of a day, Bobby has to break the news to Ash, who doesn’t take the lay off well. Warnings series: NSFW, 18+ only! Fluff, angst, eventually smut. Swearing, smoking, alcohol intoxication, alcohol abuse. Mutual pining, heartbreak. Crying, nightmares, childhood trauma. Description of animal abuse, domestic violence, mentions of addiction. Financial problems, stress, mental breakdown. Description of blood and injury, hospital scenes, character death, grief. Music: About Today - The National (final scene). Check out ‘Kate Huntington’s Ride With Me playlist’ on Spotify! Author’s note: Thank you @kittenofdoomage and @girl-with-a-fandom-fettishfor helping me. You girls are awesome betas. Thank you for your endless patience!

Ride With Me Masterlist

     7.30 AM, Monday morning. Several hundred hooves tremble the ground. Earthy colored dust has turned into dark mud overnight as the heavens unleashed a rainstorm that still hasn't stopped from raging down. The cattle moos anxiously, trying to stick together as a herd. Bobby’s dog, Rumsfeld, barks over the sound of it all, his enthusiastic calls trumped by the shouts and whistles of the wranglers.       "Yah!” Dean shouts, cutting off young stock that threatens to fan out.

     Droplets as big as marbles fall from the grey sky, the water caught in the brim of his hat pouring from it whenever he tips it down. It’s unusually cold this morning without sunshine to burn the night away. The long, leather coat he’s wearing protects him from that, but the rain started coming through the seams on his shoulders and elbows two hours ago and a steady drip down his neck has drenched his shirt already. Dean has been in the saddle since four o'clock, ever since the thunder woke him up and an eerie gut feeling began to unsettle him. Something was wrong, he felt it in his bones. As he stepped out onto the porch, he immediately noticed the distressed young stock on the wrong side of the fence. Apparently, the cattle panicked in the thunderstorm, took down a gate, and escaped the pen, splitting the herd in two. They were absolutely all over the place, roaming over more than forty acres. With a buyer coming in at 9 AM, he had to gather the two hundred cows and bulls fast, if he wanted to avoid a financial disaster.      So here they are; wet through, tired and miserable, trying to maneuver their horses on the slick surface. A perfect start for this dreadful Monday.

     A sharp whistle reverberates through the valley, requiring his attention. It's Bobby, looking over the mayhem from a small hill, calling his horse to a stand. “Dean, stragglers!”      His head wrangler notices three steers swaying away from the herd. Dean turns from the tail of the group and pushes his horse forward, but immediately senses the loss of grip in the slippery mud. Led’s hind legs skid from under his body, forcing the buckskin to the ground. As the horse's knees buckle, the experienced rider decides in a split second not to leave the sinking ship. Instead, he skillfully sticks to the saddle like he’s glued to the leather, and moves his weight to level out the balance. At the same time, he pulls Led’s nose from the ground and gives enough free rein right after, simultaneously pushing his heels into the horse’s flanks, encourages him to give it his everything to get back on his feet. His quick thinking enables the stallion to break the fall and thankfully; Led steadies himself. Dean breathes out; that was way too close.      “Well done, bud,” the rider soothes, ruffling the Quarter’s mane, glad that he was able to prevent a possibly painful crash.      “Hell of a save,” Benny comments from several yards away. “You alright?”      “I'm good,” Dean assures his best friend. “We need to round them up fast before this whole pasture turns into a mudslide.”      He pushes Led forward, who picks up speed carefully, smart enough to not make the same mistake twice. It takes a while to make up for the lost time, but then he wings the three bulls, guiding them back to the group. Slowly but surely, the wranglers manage to maneuver the large number of animals back into another secured pen. It’s past eight o’clock when Jo closes the last gate and they can all take a breather. Too bad they cannot head back to bed just yet, the day has only just begun.      “Next time you wake me up in the middle of the night, make sure it’s because there’s some hot gal waiting for me on my doorstep,” Ash mocks as he slows his horse down.      Dean looks aside, grinning at the guy that’s in charge of the cattle. “You have enough problems controlling your cows, let alone women, Ash.”      Benny laughs at that, so does Jo. He’s sure Bobby would have laughed at it too, if it wasn't for the troubling decision that has been made. The ranch owner rests his hand on the horn, taking in his dream team as the rain finally stops falling. Today is the day that he will sell over three-fourths of his cattle. Decades of blood, sweat and tears, sold for a dime. Damage control, they call that. It ain't pretty, but it’s necessary to prevent this place from drowning. What else is necessary is cutting down on personnel. Collateral damage is the term, Bobby believes. There’s that word again: damage.      “Is Rufus still dropping by at nine?” Dean, who held up his horse to ride next to his uncle, checks with him.      “Yeah, but you know Rufus. Could be eleven just as well,” Bobby mutters, aware of his old friend’s carelessness.      “Better ask Ellen to break out the Johnny Walker Blue if you're aiming for a good price,” his right hand suggests, before he halts at the tack up area.      The sound of horseshoes splashing on the wet surface draws Y/N’s attention. She parks her broom against the stable wall and peeks around the corner, spotting the wranglers under the Yucca tree, which seems to cry silently as tears of rain drip down from its branches.      “Garth! They're here!” she shouts at the stable boy on the other side of the barn.      The slender guy pops his head out of a stall, then walks out and closes the door behind him. Like the wranglers, he and the intern got up at four in the morning as well. During the weekend the stables aren't mucked out, which adds to the work on Monday, and with Bobby, Jo and Dean handling the breakout, the two of them had to feed and turn out the animals as well. Getting up early was the only way to get all the work done without falling behind.       As the dark rain clouds pass, everyone on the square gets off their horses. Y/N walks up to Bobby, sensing the low morale. No wonder, because all five wranglers are soaked, probably sore and tired too.      “I got him.” She takes over his chestnut named Seger. “Ellen has breakfast ready for you.”     “Thank you, Darlin’,” the old man mumbles, stiffly making his way to the cafeteria.      While tying up Seger, Y/N watches the ranch owner hobble off, wondering why he seems so burdened. When she glances back to loosen the horse’s cinch, a handsome cowboy catches her eye on the other side of the chestnut. Dean takes off Led’s bridle, the last waterdrops rolling from the dip of his hat. Mud splatters have sprayed across his leather overcoat, his boots covered in dirt. There are smudges on his face, along with a weekend stubble still on his strong jaw. The knuckles of his firm hands have a blue shade, so do his lips; he must be so cold after four hours in the pouring rain. With sympathy, she looks at him.        “Hell of a morning, huh?” she comments, trying to make small talk.      Dean looks up and pauses his action. He seems a little surprised by her voice, as if only just now he realized she was behind the horse next to him. The line parting his lips breaks in a small smile. It’s the first time he hears her use a word as such. His language is terrible, he throws in a variation of the words ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ wherever it fits. But Y/N on the other hand, coming from upstate, says ‘gosh’ at most, and uses terms such as ‘for heaven’s sake’, which he finds quite cute. Apparently she’s adapting to her company.       The wrangler scoffs. “You can say that again.”      He unbuckles the cinch and removes the saddle from Led’s back. The mud sticking to the saddle pad is hard to miss and it catches the intern’s eye. Led must have hit the ground at some point, how else would the animal have dirt caked thick in his coat on his entire side?      “Did you fall?” she asks.      Dean chuckles, slightly amused, while he puts the heavy saddle on the bar his horse is tied to as well. He heard that, the worry in her voice.      “Led slipped, but he was able to steady himself,” he reassures.      The cowboy returns his focus to the buckskin next to him as he turns the faucet of the water source. Led might be wet through just like his rider, but he’s covered in filth as well, and that's no way to bring a horse back to his stable. He quickly hoses down his Quarter, while Y/N washes Seger’s feet. When she’s done, she follows Benny and Jo as they return their horses to the stable. Coming back to pick up the saddle, Y/N finds her supervisor crouched down next to Led’s left front leg.      “Shit…” he curses, feeling the cannon bone.      The saddle is left on the bar. Instead, Y/N comes to see what Dean is annoyed with. With just one glance she can determine the swelling on the back of the leg, a little above the fetlock joint.      “Tendon?” she assumes, petting the horse on the shoulder.      Dean carefully feels the tissue, causing Led to flinch. It’s painful, but with all the fluid that is building up around the injury, it’s hard to tell what exactly is causing the reaction.       “Could be. He seemed sound after he tripped,” the wrangler contemplates. “Can you jog him?”      “Sure,” she replies, after which she unties the horse.      Y/N leads the beautiful Quarter in a straight line and starts to run after a few yards. With the first stride it’s already clear that Led is anything but even. Only the  click-clack  sound of Led’s shoes on the surface is enough to state the obvious.       “Well, that ain't good,” Dean sighs as Y/N walks the palomino back.      “You didn't feel him at all?” she checks with the wrangler.      “The poor bastard must have worked through the pain. He’s a tough horse,” Dean ponders, running his hand down Led’s face with sympathy. “I'll cool his leg for a while. Can you get a rug for him?”      “What about you?”       He shrugs selflessly. “I’ll skip breakfast.”      “You’re not skipping breakfast. You've been working nonstop since four AM, you deserve a break,” Y/N decides, strong-minded. “I have cooling leg boots which Led can wear while he's stabled. It works better than cooling with water.”      “Alright then.” He smiles, appreciating her firm response.      He takes over his horse and leads Led back to the barn without hasting him. Silently, Dean turns the Quarter in as his intern walks to the tack room to get the leg wrap and a rug, followed by a stop at the cafeteria to pick up two cool packs from the freezer. On her way over, she notices the handsome wrangler staring at nothing in particular, lost in thoughts. His fingers absently rub Led’s withers, who on his turn bends his neck and seeks the cowboy’s free hand, nuzzling his nose against his skin, as if he is trying to comfort his rider in return. Although it’s a heartwarming sight to see the man having a moment with the beautiful animal, Y/N can sense something is off about him. Not that she knows him all that well, but she can tell that he’s carrying a crippling weight. He’s quiet, for one. No smart answers or perky remarks that could easily be mistaken for flirting. There is also something about his eyes, something weary.       “Here you go,” she says, handing over the boot.      Dean takes it and straps around the injured leg, while Y/N lays a fleece rug on Led’s back to prevent the horse from cooling down too fast. When the wrangler rises to his feet and lets his fingers glide through Led’s golden coat while waiting for her to secure the rug, the silence is awfully evident.        “Are you okay?” she asks carefully.      Dean glances up, caught off guard by the question. For a moment he reckons she’s asking because of the almost crash and now Led’s injury, but when his eyes meet hers, he sees that the question is more layered than that. His first instinct is to throw her a cocky comment, that a little mud isn't ever going to bring him down, but he decides against it. He’s not sure if his hesitation is caused by her ability to read between the lines, but the young man suddenly feels vulnerable, intimidated even.      “Yeah, I'm fine,” he says. “Let’s eat. Don't know about you, but I'm starving.”     She fakes a smile. Of course, she could eat after a morning like today, but she was hoping Dean would take the opportunity to get it off his chest.       A pleasant heat and the smell of bacon and toast welcome them like it does every working day, when Y/N pushes open the door to the cozy personnel hangout. Ellen’s breakfast is always something to look forward to, but today it’s a true gift from heaven. The rest of the crew sits down after having changed into dry clothes and wait impatiently for their bacon and eggs, as Bobby finishes his plate first. When the door creaks, Ellen looks up from behind the stove.      “Oh honey, look at you,” she says when Dean follows you inside. “Did you drown out there? You're soaked through.”      Her nephew hangs his dripping coat and Sheplers on the hat rack above the heater and is welcomed by his aunt with a clean towel, a warm flannel and a pair of jeans      “Why don't you freshen up first and put on some dry clothes. Wouldn't want you to catch a cold,” she insists.      “Thanks, Ellen.” Dean takes the neatly folded pile from her arms after which he places a short, genuine kiss on her hair and moves to the backroom to change.      Y/N can't help but smile when she sits down, delighted to witness the wrangler’s soft side for the second time today. The warmth spreads through her like the hot coffee that she swallows down and settles in the pit of her stomach. She folds her fingers around the mug as she takes another sip, peering over the edge at the man she is losing her heart to as he closes the door behind him. A kick against the shin awakens her from a trance, the action causing her to almost choke on her coffee. Jo sits across the table, her deadly glare demanding to get it together. Flustered and caught, Y/N averts her gaze at the plate that Ellen just set down under her nose.       “Dig in while it’s still warm, sweety,” she insists, oblivious of how the intern feels about her nephew.      Y/N does so, partly as an excuse to not look Jo in the eye and be confronted with her judgment. But when Dean enters the room again, cleaned up and wearing a comfortable red plaid flannel, she just has to take him in for a second. Before Jo can kick her leg again, someone knocks on the glass window from outside the cafeteria. Everyone looks up at the doorway when an old friend of Bobby’s appears.      “Well, I'll be damned,” Ellen says, delighted. “If it ain't Rufus Turner.”      The African American with a pearl white smile and a rascal look in his eyes enters the cafeteria.      “Ellen Singer, you haven't changed a bit.” Rufus takes his hat off for her, but then he turns to face her husband at the head of the table. “But you on the other hand,” he pats Bobby on the back, “- you got old.”      The joke attracts a laugh from the others.      “Good to see you too, Rufus,” the ranch owner responds.      “Grab a plate and dig in. There’s plenty,” Ellen offers.      “I’d love to, but if you don't mind, I wanna get down to business. I've got places to be later.” He puts his hat back on and turns to the rest of the company. “Mind if I steal him for a bit?”      “By all means, steal away.” Ellen smiles politely.      Bobby gets up and excuses himself. When he has left the room, the workers finish their breakfast. Nobody says anything, and although Y/N doesn't understand what has caused the grim mood, she keeps her mouth shut. Instead, she takes in the people surrounding her. Jo, Ellen, and Dean seem to ignore the elephant in the room, while Garth, Benny and Ash exchange puzzled looks. Rufus’s visit to the ranch has stirred things up. Who is he? A business partner? A trader, maybe?           When the break is over and the crew gets back to work, the air is more suffocating than it is on a hot day. It has nothing to do with the weather, though.      “Why is Bobby selling stock?”      It’s Ash who asks as the gang walks down to the paddocks between the stables. The question breaks the silence, but it also adds to the tension. Jo and Dean exchange a look, but both keep quiet, which isn’t sufficient for the worker with the odd haircut.      “That’s why Rufus is here, ain’t it?” Ash pushes, a worry in his tone that seems foreign for the carefree guy.       The head wrangler sighs and turns to his friend.       “Look, business has been slow, y’all know that. Rufus is here to discuss the value of the cattle, to explore our options,” Dean tries to reassure not just him, but the rest of his staff.      When he can read from Ash’s face that his reassurance doesn’t have much effect, he adds a few words he might regret later.  “No need to worry just yet. We’ll figure it out. Now let’s get to work.”      And so everyone does, some left with a few questions, but the leader of the team has managed to take away most of the concern. All this time, the intern hasn’t said a word. The young woman with a master’s degree in business and a nose for bullcrap only observes. She observes Dean, when he glances at his cousin, troubled, right after Ash walks off to fill the hay barn in the main pastures. She observes Jo, who looks at the ground and keeps quiet, as the two of them walk over to the paddocks to turn the horses in. She observes Bobby Singer and Rufus Turner, who are seated on the back porch of the house, accompanied by a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue, tied up in a dialogue that seems to be a negotiation more than it is a casual chat. She observes the handshake, the ‘glad to do business with you’ grin on Rufus’s face opposite of the defeat in the ranch owner’s eyes. So much for not needing to worry just yet.

     The early morning rain has cooled down the dusty lands and doesn’t allow the temperature to rise like it did the previous days. Clouds keep rolling in from the east, cutting off the sun. This weather suits Y/N better and she works extra hard now that her body doesn’t seem like it’s overheating. It gives her a good feeling that she is able to take some of the load from the other workers. Dean even allowed her to train two of the horses, since he had a meeting with Bobby. He didn’t return until an hour before supper. After dinner, Benny and Garth head to the shed to fix the tractor, that on top of everything else, started spilling oil. The rest of the crew is about to retreat back to the bunkhouse, when Bobby calls back one of the workers.      “Ash?” he says, his voice matching his serious expression. “Can you come into my office?”      “Sure thing, boss,” he responds, joining the ranch owner.      Dean can read from Ash’s facial expression that he’s uneasy, but doesn’t have a clue what is coming for him. The ranch hand who is in charge of the cattle probably assumes that Bobby is going to update him on the reason why Rufus was here. Shit, he wishes it was just a simple briefing. Poor bastard…      The head wrangler exhales as he walks on, shaking off the cold that hasn’t seemed to leave his body after the rainy morning. Jo follows him silently, kicking the clotty earth with her dragging feet, hands shoved down in the pockets of her denim jacket. Y/N is on his other side, wonderingly looking over at them every now and then. She has kept quiet long enough. So when they step up the stairs to the porch first, she drops the bomb.      “So, Ash is getting sacked, huh?”      Dean has stopped in his tracks and instantly shoots an angry glare at Jo. “You told her?!”      “I didn’t tell her jack shit!” she counters, insulted.       “She didn’t need to, Dean,” Y/N backs her up, having turned around before opening the front door. “Livestock sales have plummeted nationwide, yet Bobby is selling now, so times must be desperate. With no cattle to handle it’s only logical that Ash will be let go in order to cut down on costs. I have a business degree, remember? I can do the math. Here, you guys look like you can use these.”      During her flood of words, she had strolled to the fridge, taken out three beers, and popped the caps off with an opener. Not sure if he should be impressed or feel threatened by the intern’s knowledge, Dean takes the drink and has a swig of the brew. She’s right about more than a few things; he needed a beer.      “Is Bobby breaking it to him now?” she wonders.      Dean glances over at Jo, who leans back against the kitchen sink, nursing her bottle. It’s not something they would usually discuss with interns, but since she already seems to be fully aware of the situation and he trusts that she will keep this between them, he confirms with a nod.      “Damn…” Y/N ponders, biting her lip as her eyes drift away to nothing in particular. “How long has he been here?”      “For about five years now,” Jo thinks back, clearly sad about having to say goodbye to a good friend. “I can remember the day he arrived. He caught Dad’s eye at the Holbrook Rodeo, where he worked in the arena. He couldn’t keep a job long enough to rent himself a roof over his head, mostly because of his looks and his ‘fuck you’ attitude, but he was good with the bulls. That’s when Dad asked him to come work for him and for the first time, Ash found a place where he belonged. He’s been here ever since. Never stayed in one spot this long. Mom and Dad have a habit of taking the misfits under their wings.”      It’s quiet for a few long seconds, as Dean recalls Ash’s early days on the property. Then he goes back further, to the day he himself set foot on these lands, with nowhere else to go. They did exactly the same for him as they did for Ash; offered him a comfortable bed, warm food, a rewarding job. A safe haven where they didn’t have to worry about how to get through tomorrow, where they didn’t have to be scared. One would perhaps expect Bobby and Ellen to take Dean in, him being their nephew. But it didn’t matter that the funny looking bullfighter called Ash wasn’t related. He became family, too.      “How do you think he’s going to take it?”      It’s Y/N who breaks Dean’s train of thought.      He ponders for a moment before he answers. “I dunno. He’s a pretty chill guy these days, but this is so much more than just a job.”      Dean pauses, putting himself in Ash’s shoes for a moment. Who is he fooling? His friend is going to lose it.      “Guess we’re gonna find out in a moment,” Jo says, nodding at the portrait outside.      Y/N glances through the dirty window while Dean holds the bamboo fly curtain aside to step onto the porch. It’s Ash who approaches the bunkhouse, but he doesn’t have the swagger he usually has in his stride. The ranch hand is looking down at the ground, the soil he used to call home. Every muscle in his face tensed, balled fists move alongside him with each step. Dean watches the guy for a brief moment, then descends the stairs to meet with him, but Ash does not want any of it. Instead, his friend walks past him, dismissing the head wrangler.      “Ash. I--”      The words trigger something in the lean guy, because after taking two strides up the steps, he turns around, a pair of piercing eyes startling Dean.      “You knew, didn’t ya?” he questions, his voice heavy with frustration.      Dean needs a moment to recover, staring up at the cattle worker, but Ash doesn’t grant him that time.      “That whole ‘no need to worry, we’ll figure it out.’ It was bullshit and you know it. Hell, I ain’t surprised if you’re the one who decided that it was my ass to fire.”      There isn’t much Dean can say to that, because it’s true. He did know, he knew for a long time, and yes, it was him who told Bobby it had to be the man who’s standing before him right now.       “We…” Dean pauses to correct himself, because Ash is right; this is on him. “I didn’t have a choice.”       “Oh, but you did. Instead of telling me that things were gonna be A-okay, you could’ve told me what was gonna happen. But no, you were too fucking scared to look me in the eye and tell me the Goddamn truth,” the worker says accusingly.      Dean stares back at him, his jaw flexing, but then he looks away as he swallows down the guilt. He knew those words were going to bite him in the ass. When he straightens himself again, Jo has appeared in the doorway, with Y/N right behind her.      “Ash, we’re all sorry it went down as it did, and we wish it didn’t have to be like this--”      “Then why the fuck do I have to leave?!” he shouts at the daughter of the ranch owner, his eyes noticeably shimmering in the lights above the porch.      Jo isn’t impressed with his anger, on the contrary; she replies professionally calmly.       “I hate to see you go. Shit, we all do. But the ranch isn’t going to survive if Dad doesn’t cut costs,” she reminds him. “There’s barely any cattle left to maintain, and you were hired last.”      “Right. The ‘last in, first out’ rule. Then tell me, what the hell is  she  still doing here?”      Suddenly, the newest crewmember is dragged into the argument as Ash nods at Y/N. Her heart skips a beat when it dawns on her what he holds her accountable for; he thinks she stole his job. Shocked, Y/N looks at the man who directed the focus on her. It’s a side of him she didn’t know he had and is overwhelmed by the accusation, causing her mind to fail miserably when trying to form any kind of response. Feeling helpless and exposed, she glances at the other two, desperate for back up. Thankfully, the head wrangler got the message, because seeing Y/N’s expression change from compassionate to fearful, triggers something inside him.       “Y/N’s an intern,” Dean returns, the tone of his voice colder than a moment ago. “Y/N is still here because she doesn’t cost Bobby anything.”      But Ash disagrees. “She’s another mouth to fill, just like every single one of us. She has a horse here who needs a shit ton of feed--”      “- and she works hard for that,” Dean overrules him, staring him down. “Look, man. I know you’re pissed, I get it. But don’t you put this on her, it ain’t her fault.”       “Are you saying I don’t work hard for my pay?!” Ash snaps back angrily.      “I didn’t say that,” Dean rights, gesturing with a lowering hand to calm down. “I’m saying that down the line, Y/N is a free hand.”

     Ash scoffs at that, biting his lips as he looks away and clenches his fists, his knuckles pressed together in order to manage the exasperation. He’s so hurt and upset that he doesn’t even think about the consequences of the words that follow.       “Oh, she’s a free hand, alright,” he states, shooting the guy opposite of him a penetrating glare.       Jo gapes at Ash, mouth falling open, then turns her head to witness Y/N having the exact same reaction. Dean stares at Ash too, first in astonishment, wondering where he got the nerve to insinuate something like that. Within a second, that emotion is pushed aside by brewing anger. The need to defend her honor causes him to step towards Ash intimidatingly, but Jo gets in between before things escalate.      “Whoa, now! Can we just keep it cool and not get nasty?” she demands, having both Dean and Ash at arm’s length.       But Ash, apparently, isn’t done. “You’ve always been a screw around, man, but shit, I did not expect you to stab me in the back just to get in a girl’s pants,” he sneers, pushing Dean’s buttons and seriously applying for a punch in the face.      “This is fucking bullshit, Ash, and you know it!” Dean counters, so worked up over the allegation that his heart is beating out of his chest.       “Okay, that’s it! If you don’t shut your mouth right now I’m gonna pull out that mullet of yours!” Jo warns Ash before she turns to Dean. “And you need to walk it off, right now!”      The ranch owner’s daughter pushes him back gently in order to raise her finger at him sternly. He steps away, offering a little air to the suffocating clash, and so does Ash.      “Don’t bother, I’ll leave.” He scoffs. “That’s whatcha want, ain’t it?”       The cattle worker turns around, the rage slowly seeping from him, leaving the space for sadness and disappointment to fill. Y/N watches the guy, still mind-blown by all the words that were said, but now that a fight is avoided, she can only feel pity. The blame that he put on her and on Dean is only a response to his world crashing down on him. She cannot really condemn him for lashing out. After ten or more steps, the guy in a dirty shirt and a plaid jacket with the sleeves ripped off turns around. Normally everything about the guy is either hazardous or comical, depending on how well you know him, but not now. Not now that his eyes are glistening in pained emotion.     “This wasn’t just work, y’know. This is my life. This is home,” he says, his arms spread in desperation. “I thought that all of us here - that we were in this together. That we don’t turn our back on family.” He pauses, eyes fixed on Jo, then on Dean. He continues with a broken voice. “Y’all did exactly that.”      With those words, he turns away and heads off to his cattle, like he always does after dinner. Silenced, the three watch him leave, until Dean sighs and looks around lost, as if he hopes to find answers in the earth-colored gravel. He doesn’t look at Y/N, he’s doing everything to avoid her questioning, sympathetic gaze. When the air gets too thin to breathe, he walks away in the direction of the barn, off to his horses. The intern allows her eyes to linger on the defeated figure that becomes smaller as he drags his feet down the worn path to the stables, the grey sky above him that darkens by the minute only adding to the grim atmosphere. Instinctively, Y/N reaches for the handrail of the steps down the porch, intending to follow him, but Jo stops her.      “Let him be for a bit.”      Y/N halts and listens to her friend, then lets a breath slip from her dry lips. “So no one wins today, huh?”     “Nope. Not today,” Jo responds, moving through the doorway after throwing a glance at Ash’s silhouette in the far pasture. “Comin’? I have a bottle of something a-hell-of-a-lot-stronger-than-beer stashed somewhere.”       Y/N huffs and turns to join her. Jo pours her some rum in a jar, which she sips on silently as she looks out the window, watching the day end. But the alcohol cannot wash away her thoughts that are with the two ranch workers: the one who lost his friend, and the one who lost everything else as well.

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Moolouch Xmas Special

This is a separate chapter from the official fanfic of my Moolouch fanfic. I decided to add some of my Moolouch fic on here, so here’s something that is Xmasy. I know Xmas was yesterday, but I was spending time with my mema at that time being. So here’s my late Xmas gift to y’all. Lelouch is a cowboy throughout Moolouch and Gaara is his old friend that he barely remembers. This is a Gaara x Suzaku x Lelouch moment.

“Morning Lelouch, want to help me make fresh eggnog?” he asked softly in his ear.

The black haired cowboy yawned and mooed in agreement. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he stretched. Fixing his hair and fur, before polishing his black horns. Suzaku smiled as he left to go wake up the person responsible for Lelouch’s transformation.

Long purple lush hair flowed down to the floor. He looked like a male version of Rupunzel. Suzaku walked up to his bedside to tap his shoulder.

“What do you want?” he grumbled, still asleep.

“Just wake up Gaara...it’s Xmas morning. Besides we’ll be packed with guests for the Xmas party.” Suzaku sighed.

He opened his ruby red eyes and just glared at him. The White Knight just glared right back. Sighing in defeat as he did know that it was his turn to host the party. He started living here with them for half a year now and barely did his part. He usually was too busy keeping Geass Farms up and running.

“Fine...as host of the Xmas Party, I’ll get outfits ready first...I’m almost done with them.” Gaara groaned.

“That’s the spirit. Me and Lelouch will be making the eggnog while we wait. Rolo has the cooking taken care of, he and Lelouch prepared it last night...well most of it.” Suzaku chirped with a blush on his cheeks.

“For his boyfriend and farmer, you tend to be even more lovey dovey than normal. Has my geass power gotten to you?” Gaara scuffedly asked.

“Well I guess all geass power isn’t that bad...still this is his punishment for all that he’s done after all~!” Suzaku singsonged.

“What about me?! Why am I a English Lop?! Who’s idea was this?!” Rolo complained, tripping over an ear.

Crashing sounds could be heard from the kitchen. Rolo was turned into a English Lop bunniboi half a month ago and he was still half asleep when Gaara used his geass on him. The mastermind behind that was Nunnally.

Pots and pans clanged against each other as they fell to the floor. Rolo was making such a big mess in the kitchen. Making Suzaku think. Was wasn’t he turned into a half animal like the rest? It didn’t make sense. Him, C.C., Gaara’s workers and Gaara himself wasn’t turned. Yet Geass wasn’t effective on C.C., but did some did? 

C.C. did after all keeps her distance away from Gaara as possible. Yet somehow Lelouch was able to give Gaara and a few others geass without forming contracts or having Code in general. Unless his geass got that powerful enough to allow him to do it.

“Here Rolo, let me help.” Lelouch offered, his Xmas themed cowbell rang.

“Thanks Big Brother, but what about your pectorals? Aren’t you full?” he asked, picking up a dirty frying pan.

“Yeah, well I’ve been through much worse. I may be full of milk like how I am every morning and evening, but I can handle the pain for a bit longer. Right now Suzaku is waking up Gaara.” Lelouch chuckled.

Gaara got out of bed as Suzaku walked to the kitchen to help. He had a lot of brushing to do. His hair was getting longer as time flies by, he then saw the male student outfit in his basket. Furrowing a brow as he held up the shirt. Frowning as he dropped it back into the basket, he put on his usual outfit. Gaara’s fashion looked like he jumped out of a pop singer poster.

Well he is a pop singer, but he quit his boy band once they used him for his geass. He removed their half animal traits once he found out why they wanted him as their lead singer. They wanted to be popular on looks alone and not anything else. Gaara was a great singer, but got driven into madness once he lost his best friend Lelouch when he was sent here. 

He’s been turning others into animals with his geass power ever since he’s received it when Lelouch used his on him to be a distraction to keep Suzaku at bay. That was how Haunted Badboyz transformed into Aniboyz. Aniboyz vanished once the band broke up. Now he’s in charge of Geass Farms. He turned the rest of Aniboyz into his livestock once they begged for him to come back.

Lelouch then found out after he and Suzaku ended up as new employees of Geass Farms. He then offered to become a pop singer for his new band if he was up to it. Lelouch has always wanted to be in one ever since childhood, before his mother’s death. Gaara liked this new Lelouch that he’s made, Lelouch loved his new self too. Helps him out on relaxing, even though he ends up horny at the same time.

“Ready Lulu? Or should I say Merrymoo?” Suzaku asked in a teasing manner.

Lelouch’s cheeks flushed and his black soft cow ears lowered. His black cow tail swayed in embarrassment. He was wearing his Santa cowboy costume that Gaara made for him last month. He got it for a birthday present. The red short turtle tank top outlined in white faux fur, to the red and white faux furred short shorts. It suited him, he was even wearing the matching gloves and thigh high socks. 

His bell was festive as well. Gold and silver bells with mistletoe themed bell. He wore a Santa hat and boots to make it look like he was the Santa of bovine. His horns shone in the sunlight as the sun was still rising. They poked through the fabric of his hat, well there was holes cut into it to make room for them. Rolo blushed as he looked so cute as a cowboy, he was jealous that he’s one and not like him, a bunniboi. 

Rolo grabbed a bucket from one of the cupboard near the fridge. This is the only thing he can’t drop without tripping over his knee-length rabbit ears. He then hands it to Suzaku, who places it before Lelouch on the counter. Sighing as he then grabbed a carton of eggs and heavy cream from the fridge. He then searched through the spices for the nutmeg and cinnamon and of course, sugar. 

They looked at each other and then at Rolo. Lelouch looked down at the empty bucket and then his milk filled pecs. Suzaku noticed how down in the dumps Rolo was now. It’s always has been him who got to milk Lelouch and nobody else. Now he saw the problem, everyone that knows of their love life and new jobs at Geass Farms were interested in learning something new. Lelouch then knew what Suzaku was thinking just by looking back at him.

“Go ahead Lulu, he’s never tried it before. He deserves to learn how in case I’m too busy.” Suzaku whispered.

Lelouch’s eyes full of love and understanding as he nodded.

“No that’s brown sugar...where is it?” Rolo sighed as he fiddled around in the pantry, searching for sugar.

Lelouch bumped his hip lightly against Rolo’s hip. His bells ringing as he did so, this caught Rolo off guard. He yelped as he tripped over his ears again and then, boofpt! Flour flew everywhere, making it look like it snowed indoors. Suzaku was laughing at how cute this was to see them together. A whirring sound could be heard. It was Nunnally, she had finally woken up.

“What’s all of the racket about Suzaku?” she asked.

“Well good morning Nunna, your brothers are goofing off is all. Also Merry Xmas Nunnally, want to help me or Gaara out, while these two make the eggnog?” Suzaku smiled softly.

“Sure thing, I need something to do anyways. Oh is the eggnog made with my brother’s milk again?” she asked with a cute mew. 

“Indeed it is, it’s nice to have fresh milk on hand without bothering to go grocery shopping.” The White Knight chuckled.

Lelouch’s cheeks flushed again as he heard their conversation. Rolo’s eyes widen as he spotted Lelouch’s stomach. It wasn’t flat and smooth like always anymore. It was a bit more lumpy than normal. Lelouch placed a finger over his lips and winked. Rolo started to tear up as he knew what was happening and why he hasn’t told anyone yet. He was four months pregnant. 

Nodding as he understood now why his older adoptive brother has been acting the way he has, it was due to him being pregnant.It also explains the extra milk over the past three months. It’s an unexpected Xmas present for everyone, including Suzaku. But what would his reaction about this all might be?

Lelouch winced in pain as his pectorals filled up more with milk. His shirt was getting even more tighter by the nanosecond. Even though the fabric was meant to withstand it after his pectorals got full, it wasn’t meant for leakage or with extra filled pecs. Rolo dusts the flour off of himself and then took his hand.

Lelouch pulled him up and dusts the flour off of himself as well. Now would be a good time for some relief or else Gaara might get pissed if he ended up with Mastitis or see his seamstership ruined. It took Gaara a week to get the outfit done, he loves to sew by hand. Once they were both done dusting the flour off themselves, Lelouch leaned over the bucket.

Rolo seemed nervous, because this’ll be his first time milking his older brother. Lelouch then carefully took off his bells and top. His nipples leaked a tiny bit of breast milk from the softest touch. He’s used to this by now, he then gently grabbed his tiny hands. He placed them onto his pectorals, shivered a bit from how it felt good.

“It’ll be ok Rolo, I’m here to help through the process. J-Just be gentle...alright? Ready?” he asked.

“B-But I don’t know t-the r-” he was cutoff by Gaara taking a snapshot of them.

They both blushed as they spotted him. “G-Gaara!!” they stuttered in perfect unison.

“Sorry, but this is what Milly wants. She’s coming by for the party after all.” The Emo Vampire Of Pop shrugged, holding the camera.

“Really? Even after what happened...?” Lelouch asked his ears perked.

“Yeah, of course she forgave you, Your Majesty.” Gaara chuckled as he liked how cute the 99th Emperor of Britannia was.

Lelouch blushed again as he forgot that he’s still the Emperor of Britannia. His older brother Schneizel gave him the throne after finding out why he was Zero and why he has murdered their father and remurdered his mother. He hasn’t been arrested again or anything, but he wanted to see how well he would do as the new Emperor. He didn’t want to have the throne like the rest of his siblings, yet someone had to be Emperor or else everything would go into ruins or chaotic.

He forgot that he even invited his family over to the party. Sighing as he knew that Zero Requiem would be no more, now that he’s busy fixing Britannia and trying to gain other nations trust while help fix their cities and such that was destroyed. He wanted the Zero Requiem, but this is fine too. Also he doesn’t want his unborn children to end up going down a dark path like how he has. 

Shaking his head to clear it as he then rubbed Rolo’s hands against his pectorals. Rolo caught on and started to message them. Moaning softly as he let him message his painfully full chest. Once he was done, he had to lean over the counter again. He taught his little brother how to milk him. Nodding again as he then grabbed his nipples to relieve him of his load.

“M-Mooooooooooooooo~!” Lelouch mooed in glee.

“W-Wow this is amazing! I’ve never knew how fun this could be!” Rolo laughed.

“Sounds like Rolo’s having a blast. I wonder if he wishes to change his animal or not. Yet I do love how cute and fluffy he can be the way he is.” Suzaku softly chuckled as he eavesdrops on them, speaking to himself.

Squishy, squish, thick, thack. Lelouch was swaying his tail in glee as Rolo got the hang of it within a matter of seconds. Milking him in a good rhythm and not rushing things. His milk sploshing into the bucket as he moaned in pleasure. Blushing per usual as he loved it. Mooing and moaning as this made Rolo blush. His moos were so cute that he wanted to hear them more often.

Once the bucket was full, Lelouch grabbed another one. They then looked back at the doorway to the kitchen as they heard a knock. It was Rivalz, he had a few tins of butter cookies with him. Seems like guests were arriving earlier than expecting. He then smiled with a blush on his cheeks as the scent of Lelouch’s milk drifted under his nostrils.

“Need help?” he asked, swaying his mouse tail.

“Yeah that’ll be great. Mind separating the yolks from the whites?” Lelouch pointed to the eggs.

“Sure thing Merrymoo. Oops...I mean Your Majesty.” Rivals apologized as he bowed.

“No worries, we’re friends after all. On top of that it’s Xmas, so no need to be sooooooooooooo formal!” Lelouch mooed.

Rolo shrugged with a sheepish smile. “S-Sorry...” he apologized.

“It’s fine. Just warn me when you’re going back to milking me. Scared the crap out of me.” he chuckled.

“You two are so adorable together, even though it’s milking time for Lelouch.” Rivalz complimented.

They both blush as Rolo’s hands continued in a steady pace. Rivalz chuckled as he then placed down the cookies to start cracking some eggs and placing the yolks into a glass bowl. Lelouch and Rolo sighed in unison as they then gone back about their business. They then filled the last bucket, so it can be used for the eggnog. Lelouch then sighed in relief as he had some left over in case he needed it for something else. 

“Well I’ll be back...I need to take a shower now.” he said, putting back on his top, hat and bells.

“Yeah sure, thanks for the milk Big Brother!” Rolo chirped.

“You’re welcome, did you like the experience?” he asked, glowing.

“Yeah...it was fun. Let’s do that again someday.” Rolo smiled.

“Somebody’s jealous~!” Suzaku singsonged.

Rolo blushed as Lelouch furrowed a brow. “S-Shut up! So what if I want to swap traits with my Big Brother someday for a day or two experience!” 

Lelouch’s eyes widened as he was shocked on how he felt all this time after being turned into an English Lop bunniboi. Blushing himself as he wondered what it’s like to swap animal traits for a bit for a break, for once. Gaara’s geass was capable of turn others into anything he’d like but objects and take it away at anytime he felt like it. Yet was he able to swap looks? This made everyone grin as the idea got the best of them.

Gaara was petting the Scottish Fold Nunnally. “Thank you for helping me out. The more help, the merrier.” 

“No problem. Do you have a family Gaara??” she asked, purring.

“Used to, I’m the last one of the Ootori family. They either died from illness or died during the Black Rebellion...even my baby sister Maggie died before she could ever enter kindergarten...” Gaara sniffled.

“I’m sorry...I didn’t know...is this another reason why you turned me the way you did...?” Lelouch asked, his tail wrapped around his legs and ears drooped.

He was out of his shower and was now wearing his cowboy version of his royal outfit. His royal rope draped from his shoulders like a cape or blanket. He had a cowbell made to match his outfit. He was used to his new look. He then sat down next to him, to help out on sewing the outfits. Gaara looked away as he stopped sewing.

“No...it’s not your fault Your Moojesty...terrorists that wasn’t part of the Black Knights took the advantage of the Black Rebellion...naming themselves as Black Knights, but their attire was different and didn’t match the real ones...they murdered everyone, but me. I pretended to be dead as they were killing everyone in sight at the family reunion...”

“Oh...I’m very sorry that happened to you. Were they part of your family or people who had a grudge against your family?”

“No to them both...they were stealing jewelry and expensive items that they could get their claws on...they attacked any rich family that they came in contact with...my family just happened to be on their list...”

“I see...are they still out there? I kind of forgot that the Ootori’s were a family of knights that served our family for generations...being sent during that year that day had made me forget...”

“It’s fine...I got my revenge sooner than I thought...Someone recognized me and then found out that I survived. One day I was surrounded by them and well...that’s when you came in that Sutherland...I ducked for cover when you fired...it’s more of a I hate you, forgive you, and thank you really.”

Ruby red to violet orbs. Lelouch didn’t know that he had saved him from death while shooting random people and such while running away from Suzaku again during a mission. Before his own Knightmare Frame was shipped along side the Guren. All he remembered was that he was trying escape and tear things up again like how they first met during the beginning of the Black Rebellion. Now that it’s over and that he’s Emperor, he has nothing else to do but to fix everything that he’s done.

Tears formed in Gaara’s ruby eyes and he then tackled the Emperor and started to sob. His purple and red coyote ears flopped over and tail tucked. Lelouch smiled warmly as he hugged him and starts to pet him, comforting him. As he cried, he felt his small baby bump and furrowed a brow. Yet he didn’t care at the moment, he felt lonesome for being the last member of his family.

“Merry Furmas Everybody~!” a cheerful voice announced.

Everyone turned their attention to the voice and knew right away that it was Milly. Rivalz ran out of the kitchen with waterfalls for tears as he tried to glomp her. She sidestepped as he missed and landed right onto the Spruce tree. Some of the decor on it was messed up from him landing into it. He groaned in pain as the needled leaves of it poked him. They laughed as they knew how silly these two were together. It was Two Out Of Three Stooges. All they needed was a third to make the collection complete.Yet either Suzaku or the Emperor himself could be the third one if they felt like it.

Rolo came walking in and dragged Rivalz back into the kitchen to help him finish making the eggnog. Rivalz just let him, tears still falling as he was being dragged by the tail. Milly then wagged her husky tail when they left for the kitchen. She then bowed before Lelouch, before holding out a present that she dug out of one of the many bags that were filled with them. She was the git go girl, she wore a pink Mrs. Clause outfit with four Santa bags full of presents. She loved to shower others with affection even if it was gifts.

He waved a hand at her as he then had her place the presents under the tree for now. Gaara then stood back up when he was done crying for his loss for his dear family. He was the second tallest out of them all. Yet Gino and Jeremiah had him beat by 4 inches in height. Yet he was still tall for his age.

“Anyone else coming Milly?” he asked.

“No, Your Majesty. Just us old student council and new, aside from the old and the new Knights of the Round.” she answered.

“Milly it’s Xmas, so no need for formalities. It’s annoying half the time...” Lelouch groaned, scrunching up his nose.

“Sorry, force of habit. Yet it’s quite catchy~!” she chirped.

“Sorry if I’m late Yo-”

“Shut up! He wants a break from hearing it!” they shouted in unison.

The teal haired general held out a finger with his mouth agape, but then nodded and closed it. Sighs as he then walked over to him. He then saw the champagne in his hands wrapped with a big golden bow. He directed him to the kitchen so it can be saved for later. The two chatted about making a treaty with Area 5, since they’re on the list to give back the name and rights list. It was simply the roll of the dice to figure out which countries or Areas that are capable to have everything returned to them without having a constant war with them. 

Soon enough Kallen showed up wearing her old Black Knights uniform and was followed in by Kaname Ohgi and his wife Villetta. Villetta was about 6 months pregnant when they arrived. Lelouch invited them as well. Only a few former Black Knights were invited, so only them came. He also wanted to congratulate them for their family that they were starting. Villetta saw his baby bump and smiled. She didn’t say a word.

She knew that he wanted to tell everyone himself once the party started. Ohgi helped her into a seat before walking into the kitchen to help. Villetta gasped as she felt the baby kick again. Chuckling as she let Nunnally feel for herself. The two chatted about how things in life were going and whatnot. Nothing but girl talk. Kallen sighed as she felt left out, yet was guilty of kissing the Emperor. They didn’t know that he was gay until he kissed Suzaku on national television once crowned Emperor.

Everyone was shocked at first and was disgusted, but as life and time went on, they got used to it. Soon there were transgender, lesbians, gays, genderfluid, and every other sexuality. His love for Suzaku has changed the way the world worked. He even made laws for everybody to feel equal in both Japan (after giving their name and right back) and Britannia. Soon everybody was happy, there was no more name calling on the Japanese and no more war between the two countries.

Lelouch has changed Britannia for the better. He even fixed the laws of Britannia by removing the ones that existed generations ago. Yet not everyone wanted to change after losing power and being claimed as an Area. Some of them were very excited about the new Emperor of Britannia. They praised his name and is now on a waiting list for negotiations for a war truce and to have everything returned to them. They accept this new world that he’s offering. They even allowed Gaara to use his geass on whomever wanted to be turned into something in his image.

They wanted to have a balance of everything now that the Black Rebellion has died down and the Black Knights are nevermore. Unless if he wanted the Black Knights to be still in his services to help out. Yet Suzaku had told him to make new Knights for the greater good instead of having his Zero Requiem pull through. Since they’re lovers it was the only reasonable thing to do after all. If the Zero Requiem ever did come into effect, it’ll break Suzaku’s heart to murder yet another person that he has feelings for and not in a friendship matter.

Lelouch is the only lover he’s ever had his first kiss with and everything. Since he killed Euphemia  out of pure jealousy aside from moving his plan forward for Nunnally’s sake. Then there’s Gaara, a loyal knight without anyone to love him. Yet they don’t know that he’s been crushing on His Majesty after finding out who he was throughout the whole thing. Suzaku may be an airhead as the Knight of Zero, but he knew something was up for three whole months. Yet still doesn’t even know what his reasons are for missing a bunch of meetings with Area 5. 

They waited a bit longer for the rest of what’s left of the old student council to Ashford Academy and the new. Same thing with what’s left of the old Knights of the Round with a few new members. It took Gino and Anya to get used to Emperor Lelouch. Even though he did end up murdering his family’s parents after all. But the past is the past and yet they’re shocked on how much better of an Emperor he could really be. Gaara was a new member to bother the student council and the Knights of the Round. 

Lelouch dubbed him as the Knight of Eight a few days ago. He was also the new president of the student council, since Rivalz was taking his position for granted. Nunnally was now in high school and was announced as the vice president of the student council. Rivalz was graduating a few months from now and wasn’t going to finish off the year. He’s following Milly’s footsteps, but instead as a baker. He gotten into baking after learning from Rolo and Lelouch (before he became the 99th Emperor of Britannia).

“ Luv are you coming out or not? For my baby sister and the new 10th seat of the Round, you’re such a scaredy cat.” Gino called at the doorway.

“Ngh...” was the answer from the doorway.  

“Wait, Gino you never told us that you have a baby sister. How is she the new seat of 10?” Suzaku asked.

“I’m the one who put her in the spot. After Luciano died during the Black Rebellion, her power as a soldier has brought her as far as to that of a Knight. She’s Nunnally’s Knight, though she’s very timid.” Lelouch chuckled.

“Luv is just a nickname that I’ve given here over the years. She’s at least 3 years younger than me. Her real name is Lovisia Weinberg.” Gino explained.

“He told me everything there is to know about her. She’s been hiding in the air force of the Britannian Forces, but moved her out once the Black Rebellion started. Since then she’s been training by herself in the Homeland. She surpassed everyone in her troop. So I had Nunna pick out her Knight. Lovisia came and yet she asked me to make her into a Knight of the Round. So I did, she chose to replace Luciano’s spot. So I approved it.” Lelouch shrugged.

“Lovisia it’s ok, no need to hide now. Nobody’s going to hurt you. Isn’t it your job to protect Her Highness?” Gino asked.

Light blond hair and icy blue eyes looked through the doorway. She was an exact image of her older brother, but with lighter and thinner traits. Yet there was a Kanji on the right side of her forehead that read ‘Hate’ in pink. Suzaku furrowed a brow on why that’s there. Gino held up his hand as he knew what he was thinking. He then walked over to her and pushed her out into view. Lovisia was growling as he did so, then it all became clear. Hate as in Demon that hates everyone. She didn’t have pupils of any kind. Her eyes were outlined with thick red mascara and eye shadow. 

She looked like a pissed off Tanuki. Yet Tanuki’s masks are black, not red. Something up was going on with her appearance alone. Then again Red Panda’s had a redish brown mask, but not a scarlet red. Gino sighed as he then looked at Lelouch. Lelouch knew what he wanted, her bottle. Nodding as he pointed at the painting of Nunnally and him during the time when they were kids. He walked over to the painting and moved it out of the way. There was a safe behind it, he dialed the password. A small click and the a creaking sound came from the safe. There inside was items so valuable that they were put in it, aside from cold hard cash.

There on top of the cash was a blue glass bottle. Looked like a liquor bottle. Suzaku was baffled by the safe behind the painting and the bottle itself. But on the big glass bottle was Aztec markings in gold. He couldn’t believe his eyes as Anya closed the safe and put the painting back in place, as Gino walked over with the bottle. He the popped the cork, allowing his baby sister to use her mystical powers. To his shock and the rest of the guests there saw the liquid rise out of the bottle without anything attached.

The liquid turned out to be blood. Everyone, but the ones who know of her powers covered their noses. It smelt rotten as if it sat in there for years without being thrown out in the trash. Lovisia had this power to control blood ever since birth. She had murdered their parents after being born, leaving them as orphans. Her eyes then stared at Suzaku intensely, forcing fear into his heart. The blood then slashed at his Knight of Zero uniform. Suzaku yelped as it cut through his skin a bit. Hot blood trinkled down, but didn’t hit the floor. But floated in the air, he then screamed in pain as he felt his own body float in the air.

Lelouch looked worried, but couldn’t move. The blood whip had gotten him to, but barely.She was a Deadman, a rare being who can control their blood and someone else’s as long as their blood is mixed in. This was her Branch of Sin. The Dragon was now awoken. She was known as the Dragon Reaper. Many other nicknames could define her without her real name. Emperor Lelouch calls her Death’s Pet Dragon. Gino then quickly closed the bottle once she drained Suzaku of a bit of blood to keep the blood in her bottle fresh.

Suzaku dropped at once and was panting. “Are you out of your mind for choosing her?! I could’ve died!”

“B-But...”  “Enough Suzaku, you weren’t man enough to protect my baby sister. So Lovisia is the best we’ve got!”

“....Fine...but don’t let that monster get near me...”

“That’s my sister buster, sure she’s a Deadman, but don’t blame her for the beast that lives in her very body! She’s got more blood than the average human being! It’s due to the Blood Beast, A Dragon that sleeps inside of her!”

Gino grabbed the bleeding Suzaku up off the ground, teeth bared. Lelouch groaned in pain and tears dropped to the floor. They stopped and looked at him. Suzaku brushed Gino off of him as he hurried over, despite the pain coming from his side. He then looked down where Lelouch’s hands were guarding. He was breathing heavily as he looked up at him. Villetta gasped as she was worried too. Gaara stopped her and shook his head. Rolo heard the commotion, he too had tears in his eyes. They fear for the worst for the pregnant Emperor.

“What’s going on?! Somebody say something! What’s wrong with my boy-” Suzaku was cutoff by Lelouch placing a hand onto his cheek.

“I was about to announce this to everyone, when they were here...and now that they’re all gathered...I-I’m pregnant...with your twin boys...” he smiled sadly.

“Step aside Sir Kururugi...if I don’t fix my mistake, I can’t forgive myself...” Lovisia spoke sternly.

“No! Not what you just did to us! Get out!” he hissed.

“Let her, His Majesty might end up dying and miscarry or die with them! She doesn’t just kill with her Branch of Sin, but revive or heal!” Gino corrected him.

“I’ll be alright Suza...” Lelouch coughed as his body started to feel cold.

Hot tears spilled from his eyes as he kissed his hand, before letting Lovisia do her job. Lovisia walked over and cut her hands with the pocket knife on her thigh. She then apologize to her Emperor before slicing him in the stomach. Blood poured everywhere, but floated in the air. Lelouch’s now lifeless body floated into the air. Gino reopened the bottle for the blood in it to join. He and Anya cut themselves to help out. Suzaku sighed as he shoved his fingers into his fresh wound, screaming. Tears still dropping from his cheeks from the pain in his heart. He didn’t want to lose another love of his life, not ever again.

Trusting a total stranger with a Branch of Sin that is rarely born into the world.Yet if she could save him and the future heirs to the Britannian Throne, then he had no choice, but to trust Gino’s words. Gaara smiled as he joined in on the action. Once there was enough blood in the air, Lovisia’s eyes glowed. Soon her body ripped into ribbons, allowing the dragon inside to escape her body. The dragon was scarlet red like the makeup around Lovisia’s eyes, but had blue and golden patterns of Aztec markings along her body.

The dragon’s icy blue eyes looked at Lelouch’s freshly dead body along with the twins inside of him still. A mighty roar of sorrow and anger as she started to tear up herself. She was sorry for hurting a friend of her host. Soon the blood in the air formed the shape of a Peony flower. Suzaku was amazed on what this dragon can do, soon the flower glowed and then got shoved into Lelouch’s body at once! The blood from the people willing to help heal and revive the Emperor of Britannia alongside his unborn twins, has been cleansed and made to his blood type.

Once the glowing stopped, the dragon was gone. Lovisia was now lying in Gino’s arms. The bottle of blood was empty and laid on it’s side on the floor. Suzaku rushed over, his wound healed. He caught Lelouch’s unconscious body. He winced from being a bit weak. To everyone’s shock who didn’t part take in the blood to blood ritual with Lovisia, they saw a miracle happen. Lelouch’s stomach was now a lot bigger than what it was supposed to be. The dragon’s magic had made him close to labor than restoring him back to normal.

Suzaku blinked as he then yelped as he fell towards the ground. Rolo gasped as he then activated his geass, saving the both of them. Once five minutes was up, Lelouch was standing up and awake. Blinking as he felt the sudden weight in his stomach. Blushing on how fast the twins had grown in so little time, as if he was carrying unborn vampires. He then gave Lovisia a look as he then figured out what the cause behind it was from. He then grunts in pain again, Lovisia smiled in her sleep. She didn’t only speed up the development, but the deadline for the twins.

“Welp, His Majesty is in labor...” Jeremiah chuckled nervously.

“What did she do to me?! They weren’t due until somewhere in June!Argh!!!” Lelouch screamed in pain.

His water has broke, now that Lovisia has done her magic with her Branch of Sin. Suzaku laughed as he was starting to like Lovisia. Her and Lelouch planned this ahead of time, for their Xmas present to him. Sure he had planned the Zero Requiem with him, but changed once he got pregnant by him. So all in all that plan got out the window. It was now time for this new plan to take action. Zero’s Heirs is now the name of the plan. He carried his now Emperor in labor to his slumber chambers. Everyone went back to the party. Nunnally smiled as they didn’t need the Zero Requiem to begin with. Spilling a shit load of blood once again wouldn’t change the world, but make it worse.

Gaara then started to carve the ham and turkey in Suzaku’s place once the time for dinner rolled by. They enjoyed the feast as Suzaku and Sayako were helping Lelouch bring two new lives into the world. Rolo was happy to have two nephews into his life. He even got used to being Nunnally’s newest older brother when they met during the Black Rebellion. Everyone stopped partying once they saw Sayako walk in with a big smile on her face. The birth of two new princes was a success. Everyone was allowed to visit the new parents. 

“So...what do you think of my Xmas present to you dear?” he asked.

“It’s wonder, I love them!” The White Knight sniffled as tears dripped down once more, this time with joy.

“So what are you going to new the new princes?” Gaara asked.

Lelouch smiled and looked down at his two breastfeeding children and then back at them and the father. Suzaku then changed his expression on the spot. Since nobody, but a few knew about his secret pregnancy, he had no idea. Yet he ended up crying like a baffling idiot like always. He shrugged as he then looked back at Lelouch. Maybe he had an idea what to name their two newborn sons. They did both had a bit of brown in their luscious black locks. The one with more black in his hair was the oldest out of the two. Suzaku’s rabbit tail wagged, yet his antlers kind of shed off when he was being “attacked” by Lovisia.

Even though that was the distracting of their plan to shock Suzaku. Gaara was a part of it too. He then winked at them as he then popped the cork to the champagne bottle. The cork landed perfectly into a bowl in the kitchen. He then started pouring glasses for everyone who wanted to try it. Sure some of them were still minors, but he gave them juice or pop instead. Suzaku thanked them all and for Lelouch’s best Xmas gift ever.

“Since daddy doesn’t have names for them, I guess we’ll name the oldest; Maleficent. And the youngest either Lelouch Jr., Suzaku the Second, or possibly Shiba. What do you think?” Lelouch asked.

“Maleficent and Shiba sounds wonderful. We can name the next batch after us if you don’t mind.” Suzaku chuckled.

“To the birth of our newly born Prince Maleficent and Prince Shiba!” Jeremiah cheered.

“To the new royals of the New Britannia!” they all cheered.

“Well we need birth certificates for them though.” Suzaku whispered.

“I already got you covered. Maleficent Nyx Kururugi Britannia and Shiba Love Kururugi Britannia.” Sayako chuckled as she held out the certificates.

Suzaku blinked as he then saw the handwriting and then smiled. Seems like his Emperor had them covered all this time. He then felt Lelouch gently tap him on the shoulder. He asked Sayako to hand him his son Shiba. He looked down at Shiba with a smile, he looked into his purple and green orbs.

“Welcome to the world my wittle baby Shiba. Daddy loves you very much~!” he whispered before kissing his messy brown and black locks.

Shiba sneezed and then cooed.

“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwe~!” everyone said in unison.

“Let’s open up some presents! Plus...maybe have an unexpected baby shower for me, even though I’m not pregnant anymore!” Lelouch ordered with a giggle as he burps Maleficent.

“Does this still count?” he asked in secret to Villetta.

She nods as she congratulates him again. They then brought the party near their bedroom. Once they ate until stuffed, presents opened. Lelouch yawned. He was exhausted from this fast forwarded pregnancy and from very early child birth. Suzaku chuckled and smiled. He then kissed Gaara straight on the lips, catching him off guard. Gaara blushed as he then kissed him back and then they both kissed Lelouch on the forehead. Gaara took Maleficent from Lelouch, so he can rest. Everyone then went to their guestrooms in the palace. Nobody was driving home tonight from partying too hard. Suzaku followed Gaara and Sayako to the baby room that they’ve made ahead of time.

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Shiba fussed.

“Shhhhhh! Daddy’s here, so is Papa Gaara!” Suzaku cried out, rocking Shiba gently.

Maleficent was fussing too, but Gaara held a mirror to use his geass on himself again to swap his animal traits.

“I got them Suzaku. Just rest with Lulu. Also thanks for accepting me in this family.” Gaara smiled as he was now a cowboy like Lelouch and breastfed Maleficent again.

“You’re welcome, but how can you do it?” he asked.

The Animal Spirit Geass user looked at him with his left eye now engraved by his geass. His geass was now as powerful as Lelouch’s. His sky blue eyes with the upside-down geass marked eyes was filled with happiness. He then put back on his ruby eye contacts. He then burped Maleficent and changed his diaper. He then cleaned his hands before changing back into his usual coyote look. Holding Suzaku’s son again as he rocked him gently.

“Well you see...I’ve maxed out my geass while living here with you. I can swap traits with myself and others if I desire to, but every time I use my geass, I end up with a small headache. Plus Shiba needs his first diaper change.” he explained.

“Dang...” Suzaku sighed as he sniffed Shiba’s butt and then coughs.

“Dang boy, already?!” he exclaimed as he changed his poopy diaper.

“Suffer, Suffer, Scream in pain, Blood is spilling from your brain, Zombies gnaw you like a plumb, Piercing Cries and you will succumb, Suffer, Suffer, Scream in pain, You will never breathe again.” Gaara sang to Maleficent.

Maleficent giggled and sucked on his big toe.

“Why are you singing songs about death to him for?! What if it gets to his head once he grows up?! We don’t need another Zero!” Suzaku protested as he tries his best to avoid Shiba’s whiz. 

“Don’t worry he won’t end up like his mother. Besides his name just screams vampire to me. Suffer, Suffer, Scream in Pain, Shove your enemies guts down the drain, Werewolves howl like a bunch of cawing ravens, Ghouls gather around you like a sick haven, Suffer, Suffer, Scream in pain, You will never see the light of day again.”

“Wow...gee hopefully it doesn’t give them nightmares.” 

“They won’t, this is a lullaby that my mother used to sing to me.”

“Really? Please sing, they seem to like it.” he picked up the now clean Shiba off of the changing table, throwing the dirty diapers into the coffin shaped trashcan.

“Every well...Suffer, Suffer, Scream in pain, Witches will have your body burned by flame, Mummies beetles swarm and squirm, Imps will have you squashed by the feet of a pachyderm, Suffer, Suffer, Scream in pain, You will never move again.”

“Wait...why is this nothing but a song about death? Is it them that’s dying or other people or is it both?”

“Suffer, Suffer, Scream in pain, Your heart can’t take the strain, Lamias will constrict you into dust, Sirens caw until their lungs bust, Suffer, Suffer, Scream in pain, You will never hear again.”

“Hello?! Answer me! Why is this song about nothing but...death...?” Suzaku yawned himself, putting Shiba into the crib.

“Suffer, Suffer, Scream in pain, You won’t remember your name, Tombstones of grey, Yet here you lay, Suffer, Suffer, Scream in pain, You can never go insane.”  Gaara finished as he puts Maleficent next to Shiba.

He then smiles as he lifts the sleeping Suzaku off of the floor and carries him to their room. Hopping in bed next to him as he then kisses him and Lelouch on the forehead. ‘Goodnight my dears.’ he thought, before falling asleep himself.  

      A/N: I don’t own Hotel Transylvanian or the song Suffer, Suffer, Scream in Pain for the movie. But I do own this version of the song, since I figured it needed more added to it, so I did it for them. I also don’t own Deadman Wonderland, I just decided to add some reference from the anime/manga to make Lovisia Weinberg my oc little sister for Gino. I hope you like my two day late Snoggletog gift to y’all. Merry Two Day Late Snoggletog! Yes I’m a HTTYD fan, so what?! But anyways I hope you liked it as much as I have writing it! I might write more in the future for Code Geass! I’ll also be working on these ocs and the au for this fandom! So Maleficent and Shiba designs and such will be uploaded later on in the near future!  

#code geass #code geas r2 #code geass lelouch of the rebellion #xmas2019 #fanfic #snoggletog #late gift #suzaku kururugi #lelouch vi britannia #lelouch x suzaku #lelouch x oc #canon x oc #mpreg #male pregnancy #cowboy #bunniboi #geass #side chapter #suzalulu #Moolouch #Suzalope #rolo lamperouge #nunnally vi britannia #emperor lelouch #gino weinberg #anya alstreim #milly ashford #rivalz cardemonde #jeremiah gottwald #villetta

[cowboy-canoodler]

A High Note of Love: Part 3

(Part 3 of my Arthur Morgan x Reader Fic, follow the “A High Note of Love” tag for updates! I will also be uploading them to Ao3 when I sign up lmao)

(More Smut here, but also heart felt shit, I also realised I’m not good at writing smut so you have my heartfelt apologies)

Summary: You’re a Singer in a Saloon in Saint Denis (of which Arthur Morgan will now frequent), you sing to crowds and captivate them Arthur Morgan included. He was drawn to you in a way he’d never known.

Master list: http://cowboy-canoodler.tumblr.com/post/183094165570/a-high-note-of-love-master-list

The door closed behind you, your breath hot and heavy as you clutched your chest. This was torture, no man could be that handsome, it should have been illegal. What you did to him was cruel, you knew that, leaving him there half baked and ready to cum, the look in his eyes was just too sexy. He begged you to let him come and you denied him, being in control was amazing and you enjoyed every minute of it.

You heard a commotion from the bathroom, this had to be Arthur, no man in his right mind could resist an offer like this, especially if that offer was only halfway done. You walked over to the bed and pulled the rest of the pins that held the rest of your hair up letting it all fall down, it was slightly messy and a touch damp from Arthurs hands, you set the pins down on the table and sat waiting for Arthur to inevitably open that door.

And open that door he did.

Arthur clutched his clothes in his left hand, his right hand curled around the door handle. No hat, no shoes, only his wet shirt and trousers clinging to his damp body, dick bulging in his open trousers. Tousled hair rested on Arthurs forehead as he panted, his chest rising up and down, as he stared you in the eyes, his were filled his lust, desire, and hunger. Hunger for you. The door was slammed shut and Arthur dropped the clothes, he stepped forward and closed the gap between himself and the bed in a second, before you knew it he was on top on you, hands either side of your head, his right knee in between your legs, his left by your side.

You stared him down thoroughly, your eyes not blinking once as you gazed into his. “Well Mister Morgan? Care to care for me?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him to you, his whole body pushed against yours, his knee pressing into your warmth, you could feel his dick pressing onto your thigh. Your lips attacked his before he had time to answer you, your hands running through his hair, you were hungry to have him all to yourself. As you kissed him Arthur made work of your corset, undoing it with a talent like none other, you grinded your pelvis against Arthurs leg, massaging your own intimate area before he could get a hold of you. 

Arthur pulled away from you and took his shirt off, tossing it to the floor, meanwhile you removed the rest of your corset and your chemise revealing your bare breasts. Arthur stared at them in awe and you stared at him too, you had looked at him in the bath but in front of you was a different story, your breath was heavy and you caressed the back of Arthurs neck. “Take me Mister Morgan, I need you too” You whispered between breaths, staring him intently in the eyes.

“You don’t even need to ask (Y/N)” His mouth was on your left nipple, left hand grasping your right breast,other hand nest to your head, he pinched with his teeth and his fingers, nearly sending you over the edge waves of pleasure enveloped you and you grinded even harder against him, moans of pleasure escaped your throat between bated breaths, “Ahh Arthur” you clenched your fist in his hair pulling slightly, this earned a buck of his hip into you a low growl coming from the animal devouring you.

Arthurs hand left your nipple and made its way down to your bloomers, he slipped in and rubbed between your folds sending pins and needles all over your body each hair standing on end “Fuck!” Arthur worked rhythmically massaging your clit and twirling his tongue around your nipple your breath was getting heavier and your vision was cloudy, you were close and Arthur knew it. He pulled down your bloomers to reveal your entire body, you suddenly felt embarrassed to show him, it was no longer a mystery, no air of curiosity, and this embarrassed you beyond belief. 

Arthur didn’t seem to care though, his tongue was still working wonders on your nipple, one hand rubbing over your body and the other still rubbing your clit. You had never felt better, any man you’d been with before was sub-par to him and if there were any men in the future, this would be the experience you compared them too. You hadn’t even started fucking yet and you were in ecstasy Arthurs hands worked wonders around your body, responding to every jolt and involuntary move from the pleasure he sent through you.

“Arthur please” you moaned, clutching his hair and pulling him to look at you, “Please” you begged, pleaded him, desire had taken over you and you were close to orgasm.

“You think I’m gonna let you cum after what I got?” Arthur smirked at you and shoved two fingers into you.

“Ah!” You threw your head back as Arthur drew his fingers in and out of you, he looked at you directly as your eyes rolled back into your head.

“You enjoying that Miss (Y/LN)” He teased you, you wanted to reply but all cognitive function had shut down with the pleasure, all you could muster was a grunt and a nod. You were sweating, your knees shaking, breath wild with desire and he just stared at you, lust filled his eyes. “You look so damn beautiful” Arthur pulled away from you and took his trousers off baring himself to you, he wasn’t particularly large but my god was he thick, a single vein running from base to head.

“Please Arthur, I need you” You crawled towards him, and placed your right hand on his chest a small whimper escaping from your lips.

“What was that? I didn’t quite hear ya” Arthur raised a brow, “Wanna say that a little louder?”

“Arthur” you raised your voice, “please fuck me”. A demanding tone took over you as you pressed your body onto his, your left hand into his hair.

“As you say” Arthur pushed you down and positioned himself between your legs, he teased at your entrance as you squirmed under his gaze, he was enjoying every single minute of being in control of you. One swift move and both of you were enveloped in pleasure, an earthquake could have happened and neither of you would have cared, the only thing that existed was you and him in this moment.

“Arthur!” You threw your hands over your head and clutched the bed sheets beneath you to grasp a sense of reality, Arthur pulled out from you and thrust back in earning a loud moan of gratification from both of you. “Faster, please, Arthur” You said between breaths as he slowly thrust in and out of you, both of you were out of breath and begging for more, and yet you also wanted this to last as long as possible. You didn’t want the chance that he may finish and leave you, never to be seen again.

“As you say, ma’am” Arthur sped up and threw your legs over his shoulders, moans coming from both of you as your bodies melded together in passionate love making. You didn’t know where you ended and Arthur started, all you could feel was the pleasure he sent through your veins as he thrust in and out of you, stars appeared in your vision and you couldn’t breath right, you were right on the edge.

Arthur was too, the sight of you being in so much pleasure made this all worth it, his thrusts were desperate and out of rhythm, he took his right hand and started rubbing your clit, he wanted to see you cum first.

“Arthur I’m gonna-” your hips started buckling and a shake ran through your body “Aaah!” you screamed as you reached your climax you didn’t care if anyone heard you, you wanted to shout to the world that you were cumming

“Yeah that’s it, you a good girl” Arthur kept rubbing you and thrusting as you were cumming, each thrust maximising your orgasm “Arthur, oh Arthur” you repeated his name as you came down from your high, shaking and dizzy.

“(Y/N) I’m gonna-” Arthur panted, you let your legs down from his shoulders and replied, “Cum for me Arthur please” he pulled out from you and shot his load over your stomach, moans of pleasure and satisfaction, his cock twitched with each pump of semen, “Aw fuck” a slight whisper and then it was done.

The room was warm, almost steamy, you and Arthur were sweating and covered in each others juices, both of you out of breath, You were on the bed, your legs sprawled either side of Arthur, he stood at the end of the bed his hands at his sides, head hanging low. You stared at Arthur and Arthur stared back at you, no words could be said, you had said it all with your bodies, after regaining some composure you threw your head back and let out a breathy chuckle.

“That was, really something” you rested your hand on your still heaving chest, Arthur went and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Something?” He questioned, he sounded a little disappointed, You sat up and walked to grab a rag from the drawers.

“Don’t get me wrong Mister Morgan, you really were-” the words escaped you, he’d taken your capacity to think, “I cant even put it into words” you gave a hearty chuckle whilst dabbing away at you stomach.

“I could say the same about you, I’m sorry if I got a little, uhh, dominant is the word I suppose. Hope it didn’t make ya uncomfortable” Arthur proceeded to clothe himself, not facing you once, an aura of shame around him.

“Arthur.” you said sternly, “Were those the moans of someone who was uncomfortable?” You threw the rag onto the bed, and started to re-clothe yourself too.

“I suppose not, but like I said it’s been a while since I been with a woman” Arthur said while closing the buttons on his shirt “didn’t wanna disappoint ya.” You paused for a second, and turned to face him.

“You have high standards, you know that?” You questioned with a stern voice, hands resting on your hip.

“Excuse me?” Arthur looked puzzled as he met your gaze.

“You don’t consider yourself handsome, you don’t think you pleased me sexually, even though both times I was more than adequately reassuring you that you were top notch. You are the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, and you fucked my brains out. I couldn’t speak properly!” You weren’t letting him get down on himself after such a victorious performance, “Arthur...” You walked over to him and placed a hand on his cheek, “Why are you so hard on yourself?”

His baby blue eyes stared into yours, his mouth opened to say something and shut again, “I ain’t a man who deserves to hear good things, I’m a bad man, a real bad man (Y/N). I real hope that you understand that” he pulled away from you and sat on the edge of the bed again, an exasperated sigh left him as he 

“Arthur” you whispered, “I haven’t seen anything that would lead me to believe you’re a bad man. Just because you’re an outlaw?” Arthur gave a slight nod and you sat down next to him, grabbing one of his hands delicately, “Let me tell you something Arthur Morgan, just because a man goes to church and obeys the law doesn’t mean he’s a good man. I’ve known men that do those things and proclaim themselves to be good, but I know that behind closed doors they beat their wives and have their own way with women”

Arthur looked up at you and you cupped his cheek once again, “(Y/N) I appreciate what you’re tryna say but you don’t know me well enough to-” Arthur looked away from you.

“Your eyes tell me everything I need to know Arthur. You may not believe yourself to be a good man but I do” You pulled his face around to meet your gaze, you were being deathly serious to him and he knew it. “This gives you something to think about, okay?” Arthur gave another nod, his mouth slightly open in surprise, you pulled your hand away from his face. “It’s late, I’ll leave you alone with that thought.” You gave Arthur a light kiss on the lips before standing and making your way to the door, picking up your corset on the way. “Oh and Mister Morgan?” you turned to face him and his head shot up to look at you, “I’ll be downstairs in my room, if you need warming up tonight” You shot him another wink before opening and closing the door behind you.

The door closed and Arthur lay back on the bed, exhaustion taking over him.

 “Just because a man goes to church and obeys the law doesn’t mean he’s a good man. I’ve known men that do those things who proclaim themselves to be good, but I know that behind closed doors they beat their wives and have their own way with women.” 

The words rang through his head, she had a point but she doesn’t know all the things he’s done to survive, to protect his family; the amount of men he’s killed, beaten up for debt collection, threatened. No. She didn’t know him at all, but for some reason Arthur wanted her to know him, she never hesitated to touch him and he craved it again, the interaction was intimate but also sweet, the way she caressed his cheek, the kiss she gave him before she left. Before he knew it he was running his fingers over his face in the places she had touched him, there were bite marks and bruises on his neck that she had left for him, a small reminder of what happened and how fierce she was.

Arthur Morgan, a good man? It could never happen...

#A High Note Of Love #arthur morgan x reader #redeadredemption2 #RDR2 #arthur morgan x female reader #smut #lemon #x reader #arthur morgan #Red dead redemption 2 fanfic #red dead redemption 2

[tossertozier]

excerpt of a horror fic about a corn maze I started writing for no real reason other than trying to jot out the writers block

Eddie couldn’t really run any longer. He was caught in between wanting, so badly, to see any sane person, to see Ben or even Beverly, and being afraid of getting caught again by not-sane people. When he paused for too long, he could feel the metal of the knife pressed up against his neck, the leering, greasy teenager looking down at him. He kept moving. He jogged quietly, little bits of broken stalk crack under his feet, breath raking up his throat with every exhale in the cold, bitter Autumn night. It had been close to a half hour, he was sure of it.

But he could hear the rustling behind him.

Fuck Ben. Fuck his obsession with that red headed girl. But especially: fuck corn mazes, haunted or otherwise.

The rustling nearer. Eddie just stopped, planting his hands on his knees, feeling his breath punch him in the chest over and over. Despite the lack of wind, the cold bit into his cheek and the tip of his nose, gnawed into his knuckles and the bit of his ankle left exposed. The rustle neared.

He looked back.

There, in the twinkle-light path of looming corn stalks, was a hand extended through the corn. It was holding an axe, glinting in the orange-tinted light. Eddie squinted at it. It looked like... plastic. This fucker was going to try and kill him with a Halloween store accessory?

He swallowed around the thick lump in his chest, scanning to the left to see the continued line of corn that lined the path.

Fuck it.

He swallowed his heart, trying to leap out of his chest and into his mouth, and jumped into the thick row of corn.

Going in between stalks was harder than it looked, they were tough and sturdy. He fought through. The stalks scratched his face, and he tumbled to the other side. Standing clean in the center of the path was the man in a human’s butcher uniform, except for a large mascot pig’s head covering his face.

Eddie all but growled, remembering the man in the suit, who attacked him not half an hour ago, and decided he was done running.

He sprinted at him. The guy stumbled back, before turning to run himself. He heard muffled shouts coming from inside the suit. He couldn’t hear them, nor did he care. He was much taller than Eddie, but he didn’t give a single fuck. He aimed, and dove, for a leg, sending the two crashing to the ground.

The guy gave a shout of shock, or pain, he wasn’t sure which, as they fell. Eddie’s knee slammed into the ground on the side of the one guy, but gave him enough purchase to roll on top of him.

Eddie had never been in a fight in his life, couldn’t even remember where to put his thumb, but still landed punch after punch to the guys mask. “You sick FUCK,” he yelled at him, relentlessly dropping down his fists on to the mask.

The leather gloved fist came up and socked Eddie. It landed right under his chin, sending him tumbling off of the man under him. It hit him with a solid, scary, cracking sound, and he swore as he tucked, rolling away from the guy. He realized there were muffled complaints coming from inside the costume, the guy struggling to pull off the foam pig’s head.

“Fuck, dude.” The guy complained loudly once he managed to pull it off. Dark waves fell out from the mask, which he threw at the ground with another loud swear. “If you can’t handle getting fucking scared, don’t come to a goddamned haunted house.” The guy with his sloped nose and strong jaw, groped around in the head for something with one of his hands. He remembered this guy. The animal skins, the horrid smell. Eddie swallowed his fear with a large gulp, and tackled the guy again, landing on his stomach with a resounding thump.

“You motherfucker.” Eddie wrestled his arms above his head, but the dude was bucking hard and fast. also swearing at him. “This isn’t scaring people.” The dude’s face was scrunched up with confusion. “This is torture porn. You sick fucks probably get off to this.”

The guys longer, bigger arms won out in a momentary lapse of strength. Eddie fell back, hitting the cold ground with a resounding ‘oof.’ The guy was looming over him, one hand tightly curled over his wrist, knee pinning his thighs to the ground.

Eddie made a bizarre noise, one he didn’t even know he was capable of making. He quit his struggle for only a moment, letting his back relish in the pain it was experiencing, squirming on the unforgiving ground.

The guy snorted, “and I’m the one getting off to this?” He demanded skeptically. Eddie’s blood rushed through him, hot and red, and he flung his arm up at the guy. He smacked at his face with his free hand.

“For fuck’s sake,” the guy swore, grabbing his other wrist with his other hand, and pinning them above his head. He held them down with one of his hands, using the other to grab a radio from his back pocket. “Richie calling in: I need help in between markers, fuck.” He squinted above the lines of corn. “Fuck, I can’t see them. Green and blue, definitely. Maybe 6 and 7? A guest got violent, started hitting me in the face. Little fuck is lucky he didn't break my glasses.” Eddie stared up at the guy in front of him, stopping his wild bucking for a moment. He wasn’t who he thought he was. His jaw was wider. His eyes were bigger. His face wasn’t completely covered in acne. Eddie had no fucking clue who he had just attacked. Richie, apparently.

Not that it mattered that he was getting tattled on. No one was going to respond to that fucking radio call. They hadn’t earlier. He seemed to note that Eddie lost his fight, or he lost his strength, and flattened out his hand above Eddie’s to hold himself up. This dude would never last in a horror movie. “Hello??” He called in. Eddie rolled his eyes. “Hello??” He called in in a coarse southern accent, “this is Officer Nicholas-” and Eddie’s memory was fully jogged. He was that sort of dorky dude in glasses and a cowboy hat from the hayride. He sat back from Eddie fully, holding one hand out warily between them. “Calling in from... Fuck if I know.” The line was still dead. “What the fuck, guys?”

Relief flooded through Eddie’s body to have met literally any semi-normal person. “Oh, thank the fucking Lord,” he sighed to himself, shoving up, off the ground. Richie watched him warily. Eddie did the only thing he could think to do in the moment, his body practically tingling with joy. He grabbed at him again, hugging him around the middle. “You’re normal.” He sighed, pressing his face into the concerning leather apron he was wearing.

“Uh.” Richie apparently had no idea what to do. He patted Eddie’s shoulder. “There... there??” He tried to sound consoling. “I don’t know if you’d find it comforting to know that that is literally the first time anyone’s ever told me that.”

“Do you have a fridge that doesn’t work full of animal skins?”

“What the fuck?? No.”

“Then you are so,” Eddie’s arms tightened around him, “perfectly,” although he smelled quite a bit like farm, under it he also smelled like teenage boy, like axe and locker room, a terrible, yet familiar, smell, “wonderfully,” Eddie nuzzled him closer, “normal.”

“Yeah, my fridge of animal skins works just fine.” Richie snorted. He laughed at his own joke. Eddie didn’t care. He might have laughed a little bit too, but that could have been the paranoia settled in.

“One of your coworkers tried to kill me,” he told Richie with a yawn. Being frightened was truly goddamn exhausting. “The walkies weren’t working then, either.”

“Oh.”

“That’s why I attacked you.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I thought you were him.”

“Oh.”

“But you aren’t!” Eddie snuggled in, freezing in the cold autumn air. He couldn’t imagine Richie was faring might better, “you normal son of a bitch, you.” He told him fondly.

“Uh,” Richie settled for rubbing his shoulder, then, instead of the plaintative patting. “That’s. Good, I guess. That I’m not him. But, I don’t think you understand the point of a haunted maze. No one was going to hurt you.”

“Yeaaah,” Eddie drawled, “nope. This wasn’t your run of the mill pops out and scares you kind of deal.” Richie snorted with disbelief. Or maybe discomfort at being hugged that long. Eddie didn’t care. After the half hour he had, he’d hug anyone as long as he damn well pleased. “I’m serious.”

“Uh-huh.” Richie replied placatingly.

Eddie looked up at him disbelievingly. “Dude’s a motherfucking psycho. He put a knife to my throat.” He relented his snuggle. But he still gripped on to Richie’s costume with one hand. He might have fully removed himself from his person if Richie’s arm wasn’t still resting on his back.

“... again, I just don’t think you’re understanding the concept of a haunted maze?!”

“For fuck’s sakes,” Eddie nearly shoved the annoying condescending fucker, “he dragged me by my collar,” he grabbed the back of his now fucking stretched out shirt, and Richie’s eyes lost some of their mirthful glint. “through the corn and,” he looked up and caught his eyes. Richie’s had lost their sparkle, and they were staring at him, wide and concerned, “and tried to make me get into his fridge full of animal skins.” He told him honestly, almost retching at the memory of the scent. “Is that part of your GODDAMNED haunted maze?!”

Richie blinked. He looked as if his brain was just entirely failing to process the new information. “I’m sorry... what??”

“YEAH.” Eddie shouted, “that’s what I fucking thought. And he,” he grabbed Richie’s costume tighter, pulling it towards him, “was wearing this costume earlier.”

“That...” Richie reasoned. His eyes squinted around, like he was running through the possibilities. “That would be Patrick Hockset-... fuck.” His other arm wrapped around Eddie, drawing him closer, like they weren’t total strangers. He warily scanned the clearing.

“What?” Eddie asked, tilting his chin up on his side. “He a friend of yours?” He, tentatively, wrapped his arms around him.

Richie snorted, “no.” His breath, hot and heady, hit the back of Eddie’s head, reminding him just how cold he was. “I believe you.” He admitted earnestly after a pause. Eddie let out a shaky breath. “Dude’s totally into this stuff. I hate this shit, the scaring people part. That’s why I work at the gate, I just cover his break because I’m the only one tall enough to fit into the costume. He’s a total loose cannon.”

“Well.” Eddie settled reasonably, “I just need to get the fuck out of here and then I’ll deal with making sure his ass goes to jail.” Richie then suddenly remembered he was cuddling a total stranger on the clock on the ground of a corn maze. He jumped away, standing up, brushing his gloves off on his pants.

“Well, I can help with that... ?”

“Eddie.”

“Eds. Hi.” He offered his hand down to Eddie, still sitting on the ground. He didn’t even have time to be offended about the new nickname. He clapped his hand with Richie’s, letting him help him pull himself to his feet. “We just follow the markers and-“

They were plunged into darkness, the lights shutting off above them. In his surprise, Richie dropped Eddie’s hand. He tumbled back to the ground.

“Mother....” he said disbelievingly, staring around at the corn.

“Fucker.” Eddie finished, his back crying out in protest yet again

#reddie #here have this #i dump it into the universe

[unholyhelbig]

Save a horse, ride a cowboy, Bechloe?

[A/N: Is this… I mean, not exactly sexual but if you guys want a part two then I could totally do that. Cause I don’t know what this turned into.] 

The hay tasted like a sweet relief against her tongue. It frayed as her teeth crunched down on it, its edge hanging lazily from her lips like a dully lit cigar with a fine paper wrapping. She considered it a mortal sin in some way or another if she were to smoke in this church. To spark something in a hot flame. Beca Mitchell wanted the smoke to curl into her lungs and lick the back of her throat, but instead, she settled for this.

Her arm was stretched against the back of the pew, it’s cooling wood soaking through not only her button-down but her fur lined jacket. She decided to focus on the leather-bound bible in front of her instead. Its words were embossed in gold, pages brown and some dog-eared. They had been owned before, donated, maybe.

Beca moved her ankle up to her knee, trying her hardest to pay attention to the man that commanded the church with such vigor and passion. She could swear he made eye contact with her more than once. The type of gaze that lingered in eternal judgment. She simply lowered her stare and blocked her view with the wide-brimmed Stetson, the black material stood out upon the pastel reinks of proper dress attire.  

“Where do you stand with God?” The stout little man walked across the carpeted stage. It muffled his boots, and he shoved his hands in his pockets in attempt to look more relaxed. “In this very moment, sitting in this church, on this sweltering day, I bet your answer would be good.”

The woman bit her tongue in attempt to stifle the scoff that pushed past her throat. Good? Her standing with the lord was close to non-existent at this point in her life. The patrons around her shifted uncomfortably and she couldn’t’ help but wonder what most of them were compensating for.

There was a young mom in the front row, hugging her baby close, trying to keep him quiet. She clung onto every single word that the pastor had to offer. A man sat behind her and kept a glowering expression on his face. His hands were soaked in grease despite the nice flannel he had buttoned up. To the right of him sat the rest of his family; the little girl read through a book that had a neon pink casing, clearly not the bible. The boy was weaving a rope against his fingers and nudging his sister to stick her hand through the center. It was the worst game of cats cradle that Beca had ever seen.

“You are a good law-abiding citizen. You place coins in strangers’ cups when they hold them out to you. You hold the door open and give a kind smile whenever eye contact is met. But none of you here…. None of you have a clear connection with God.”

Beca Mitchell swallowed and let her vision center on the Bible once more. She had a habit of turning out the rest of any sermon that was thrown her way. This man knew nothing about God, almost as little as she did. The difference between the two of them lay in the masks. Beca didn’t’ have one, but this man did. This oily faced man who welcomed all sinners under his roof. He was sweating because of the heat, resisting the urge to swat away at the gnats that flew close to his reddened ears.

The little chapel cleared out fast after he closed his statements with a prayer and a half-hearted action from the chorus. They sang as beautifully as any small-town would. Their best singer was sure to get a job at a pub when she was old enough to stop lacing her boots to the tune of the gospel.

Beca had held her place in the back pew until everyone left, again, refusing to make obvious eye contact with anyone that this little place had to offer. They had one stop light, and their accents were thick enough to layer on sweet cream. She had no use for small minded people who followed a man like this, blindly, at that.

“Andrew Strickland?” She asked, accent strong. She had lifted her head up enough to give him a good view of midnight eyes. He was shuffling nervously with the papers on his podium, no doubt marked out with the spots of his sermon that he had to hit. He was shaking.

Beca Mitchell walked down the long-carpeted aisle between two columns of pews. They were coated in enough dust to create another desert. His skin was like leather and the closer she got the more she could smell his primal sweat.

She stopped at the edge of the first row, lifting her hat from her shoulders as she shifted the piece of sweet hay from one side of her teeth to another. “I think you owe my boss some money, sir.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He swallowed thickly. “Now, not that I don’t believe in talking to my followers. I must be going.”

He hastily walked along the stage before trying to edge around the woman. He was taller than her and his fingers were trembling worse than she had ever seen before. His breath was sour like dairy left out on a hot day such as this. “I think you know, them. The Posen’s? A very forgivin’ family.”

Pastor Andrew Strickland sucked in a heavy breath before he shook his head and sidestepped her completely, walking down the main aisle. He dropped a few papers, let them fall loudly without an attempt to turn and pick them up.

Beca rolled her eyes and placed her hat back on her head, reaching for the small pearl revolver that was holstered between the hot skin of her back and her jeans. She fished into her pockets and pulled out a single bullet, shelving it within the weapon. That’s all it took for her, just one. She aimed easily.

Shooting this man would be no worse than putting a wounded animal out of its misery. Andrew certainly wasn’t foaming at the mouth, though, and she had a strict policy about shooting a man when his back was turned. Instead, she cleared her throat and took a step forward, pushing the barrel back into place loud enough for him to recognize the sound with his insulant ears.

He turned with those eyes that almost stared through her.

“Most of the time, that is.” She took another step forward “Sometimes they get impatient when they’re not given the money that they are so clearly owed.”

“Like I said, I don’t know what you’re talking about. So if you would kindly-“

“What does the Bible say about ignorance, Pastor?” Beca Mitchell was running her finger over the edge of the gun now “They are darkened in their understanding, alienated from the life of God because of the ignorance that is in them, due to their hardness of heart. Or somethin’ like that.”

Maybe she had retained some things from the serpent eyed man that stood in front of her. Or the dozen’s of others that she had taken from this world. She had mulled over the first one but realized easily that they were all human. None were more divine than the other. This was simply her job. Her burden to carry.

“Ephesians 4:18, I’m aware.” He said, “I don’t have your money.”

“Then I’m afraid I can’t let you leave, Pastor.”  

She raised the gun once more, feeling a familiar ache in her arm. He stared her down with the deep gaze that was supposed to make her reconsider, to feel some type of mercy against the man. But none of that happened. Beca Mitchell squeezed the trigger.

“Wait!” His voice cracked. He was no longer the composed man who deemed himself worthy by judging others so cruelly. He grasped at the collars of her jacket. “I can get the money. Please. Just give me until the end of the day.”

Beca was stone-faced, his hands left sweaty prints on her coat. He was desperate, a thick brine of sweat soaking into her white t-shirt. There were terra cotta prints on the edges, yellowed stains under her arms. She wanted to cringe away from the man, begging didn’t’ fit anyone especially not him.

“You have until sundown.” She shoved him off, careful not to set off the gun. “You try to run, and I will find you. I don’t hesitate to shoot twice, Pastor.”

“Thank you, oh praise the Lord, thank you.”

She took a step back, letting him gather his papers before rushing into the sweltering day that awaited him. Beca chewed evenly on the hay. Her job was never to show any type of mercy, but she had a few hours to kill in this little dust town- there was no reason for her to not allow the pastor his earnest right of begging a dried-up bank for the money that he owed. The Posen’s held control over this place, including the tellers behind the bulletproof glass.

Beca shelved her gun once more, breathing in the musty air that the church had to offer. She cocked a brow, reaching into the closest pew, the very one that she sat at before. There must have been some type of hierarchy of sin that went into stealing a bible. It was thievery, but in the prospect of knowledge, Beca deemed it level.

She drummed her fingers on the cover and sunk down into the near middle of the pew, seemingly craving the coolness that the wood had to offer. The Stetson was removed, and she worked her hand through sweat bridled locks. Was it the New, or Old Testament that held more presence?

Instead, she flipped to the first page. It was musty and the read was droning on, but she had the time to kill. It was better than stacking up in the local pub and drowning her sorrows in liquor before a sloppy hit. Of course, if Pastor Andrew Strickland got the money, then she could be merrily on her way. She read about the creation of the earth sectioned into days.

“Let there be light, and there was light.”

The voice was airy, like light, so aptly mentioned,  itself. Warm and tantalizing. She lowered her feet to the floor and turned slightly in the pew, taking the hay from her mouth. She hadn’t heard the door open and even felt the heat that the day had to offer. Instead, there was a woman; A woman that didn’t’ seem to mind the summer atmosphere, her perfect copper ringlets falling over a long sleeve shirt, buttoned all the way to her throat. It was blue. Blue like her eyes and rolled up to accommodate for something. She held a plate of cookies. Chocolate chip, by the scent of it.  

“Ah,” She lifted her chin “Never quite understood why he divided’ it into darkness after that.”

“Philosopher, then?” The girl shifted her weight and gave a sort of a half-smile that was earth-shattering in its own right. A small-town girl that was a big fish in a little pond. Even now, Beca Mitchell could see that. She didn’t’ need a name, even though she craved it. “Have you seen Pastor Strickland anywhere?”

“Oh, you just missed him. He said he needed to run some errands.” Beca explained as she closed the Bible and set it back in its little slot. She was honest with herself- if she had stolen it, it would sit at the edge of her bookshelf reminding her that her sin wasn’t one contracted, but one decided. “Anything I can help you with?”        

“I’m not sure. My mother, own’s the bakery in town, said she owed somethin’ to the man so figured cookies were a good thing to level the field.” She laughed, angelically, “Debt is a funny thing.”

The stranger plopped down on the pew next to her, wafting a scent of lavender mixed with sweat, but it wasn’t the same way the pastor smelled. Instead, it was sweeter, and she worked the heat like it was a warm lump of clay. It was either that or the cookies.

“Want one?” She asked, moving the cellophane wrap away from the mound of baked goods “I promise you, there ain’t no poison in these.”

Beca lifted her eyebrow and cautiously took a cookie: here was this stranger, this woman who didn’t’ question her presence in an empty church or the fact that the man she was looking for had seemingly vanished. She was holding a blind trust and Beca was amused by it, taken aback. The people she worked for would never conjure up a simple act of kindness like this.

“Thank you,” She said evenly.

“You’re not from around here, are you?”

She grasped a cookie herself and set the plate to the side of her, letting the chips melt further in the heat of the day. The heat of a closed area that only had light streaming from expertly crafted stained glass windows. They left crimson splotches on the carpet.

“Fraid’ not. I’m here on business with Strickland myself.”  

Beca tried the cookie, biting down on it easily. The taste that filled her mouth may have been attributed to the long dust-wracked journey that curbed her appetite, or the simple fact that this strangers mother had a fantastic choice in career. It made her stomach churn as an undeniable moan sneaked it’s way past her lips.

It made the beautiful stranger giggle, a sound that was unfamiliar and made a smile pass over Beca’s lips “Sorry, Ma’am, this is just about the damn best cookie I’ve ever had.”

“None of that Ma’am stuff. You can call me Chloe.”

“Beca,” She shifted, leaning her arm against the back of the pew. “it’s not short for nothin’, my parents just don’t’ know how to finish their thoughts.”

“You’re funny,” Chloe took a bite of the cookie in her hand, not having the same reaction that Beca did. She was probably more than used to the gooey taste of sweets. “I like that. What kind of business does someone like you have with a man like Strickland?”

She hesitated at that, breathing in the hot air. A small strand of hair fell into Chloe’s ocean eyes. There weren’t waves around for miles, but Beca could swear upon the bible that she almost stole, that she could smell the salty shore and hear the seagulls beacon to one another the longer she stared. The longer she swam.

“Not my business really. Your kin owes him, and he owes my employers.” She explained, taking another bite of the baked good, this time fighting back a groan. “I’m just here collecting what’s been promised.”

“Ah, an eye for an eye and heart for a heart.” She tapped her temple, “I think the bible says something about that too.”

Beca scoffed and rolled her head back off the edge of the pew, stretching the sore muscles that wracked her. They were taught. She got a good look at the stained glass above them: A baby in a manger that slowly turns into a man hung from a cross with bloodied nails. It was a story displayed for all to see- a guilt trip, as far as she was concerned.

Chloe set the rest of her cookie down on the plate and wiped her hands against the fabric of her expertly woven pants. She laid her head back too, squinting at the visions of reds and blues that trapped them in a terrarium of religion and its mortal stories. “You know the story of baby Jesus?”

“Haven’t read that far, I’m afraid. I’m glad I’ve got the picture version to go by. You very religious, Chloe?”

“Livin’ in a world like this?” She scoffed, her breath hot and noticeable on Beca’s cheek, it sent shivers down her spine and made her stiffen. “Who can be?”  

#Beca Mitchell #Chloe Beale #Bechloe #fanfiction #request #fic #bechloe fic rec #bechloe au #western au

[arminkirschtien]

Kenny Cosplay Tutorial (Pre-Game Setup)

So far this is what i’ve gotten down for my pre-game setup. I’ll also write some things down here if you can’t quite read the pictures.

So the best way to go at Kenny’s costume is breaking it down into 3 main parts. Once we do that, it’s much easier to look at and decipher. Just like any other Attack on Titan character, he has quite a bit of gear that is all interconnected. It looked impossible to break down at first, but thanks to Google and the fan Wiki I was able to save some nice screenshots of him from both the Manga and the Anime.

THE MANGA AND ANIME HAVE DIFFERENT GEARS!!! so you can either pick the outfit from the manga, or the anime. I’m doing a mixture of both because I want the challenge of mixing them both together to make a super ultra gear like creation (and so it’s easier on my body). If you’re a beginner I suggest the Manga Version of Kenny’s gear, mostly because since the manga is only in black and white, it’s harder to see the gear, so you can get away with a few missing things here and there. 

I broke Kenny’s costume up into three parts, clothing, gear and straps. The wig and face alterations are a topic separate just encase you just want his costume, but not his looks (cause besides Uri, pretty sure no one finds him good looking) But since i’m a cross dresser and like dressing up as men, i’m going as Kenny Ackerman. 

GEAR

.12 x 18 foam sheets (I wrote four, but I completely forgot about the armor pieces he wears on his chest and shoulders. Get as much as you like, but my suggestion is 8. 4 thin and 4 thick)

.3/16 in foam board (1)

.Xacto Knife/blades (this thing works wonders, 11/10 would recommend)

.Black Sharpies (thick and thin)

.Silver, brown and black acrylic paint (grab quite a bit.)

.Grey spray paint/primer (the primer can be clear or colored, whichever)

.Mod Podge (8oz works best, but get more if you want, it’s awesome stuff)

.Foam Brushes/paint brushes

.Tissue paper

Optional: Craft wood. You can find this at any craft store. It’s to make some parts more sturdy. No need to worry about color, it’ll all be covered

.Gauze Fabric (white tool)

.Jewlery wire

STRAPS

.Brown Pleather (depending on your size/measurements. I got a 1 and a half yards)

.Sharp fabric scissors (it’s ok to use regular ones, but it’s hard to cut with)

.Belt Buckles (You can find some on Amazon, https://www.amazon.com/Swpeet-Assorted-Multi-Purpose-Hardware-Accessories/dp/B077N5ZZWL/ref=sr_1_7?keywords=belt+buckles&qid=1549651628&sr=8-7)

.Standard Sewing equiment (I suggest a sewing machine but hand sewing is ok too)

CLOTHING

.White dress shirt

.Dark brown (or black) vest

.Black skinny fit jeans (they do not have to be skinny jeans, just a skinny fit)

.Any kind of black dress shoe

.Black/Dark Brown cowboy hat (yee-haw)

.Some nice cotton socks (Cotton socks are amazing to wear while walking around a convention, you’ll thank me)

Optional: A black tie (some shots in the anime he’s wearing one, some shots he’s not, so if you wanna impress them Uri’s out there, a black tie)

FACE/HAIR

.A dark brown medium length wig (If you want, you can get a lace front one so it looks more realistic)

.Wig cap (the net kind or the bald cap kind, or both!)

.Something to make the facial hair with (some dark faux fur, brown wool/yarn or even parts of your wig if it’s too long)

.Spirit gum or any kind of skin safe adhesive (even non-toxic Elmers glue works with a hair dryer!)

.Wide toothed comb

.Hair spray

.Hair clips/ties

FOR WOMEN 

.A binder or really nice sports bra (It’s up to you whether to wear one or not, but please promise me to never use bandages to bind, it’s extremely dangerous and can cause severe harm to your breast. Trans women use them, and it’s damaged their breast to the point they cannot get them removed. So if you have money to splurge on anything about this costume, get a good binder for your chest. Safety is important, and I want to make sure your breast are still good after this costume) 

.Healed boots (again optional, but i’m wearing them because i’m short, and I want to look taller)

.Extra socks or cloth (to put under your breast to help collect sweat, it does wonders)

.Muscle padding (again, optional)

MAKEUP USERS

.Base Makeup supplies (Foundation, Concealer, primer, setting powder+spray, brushes and a beauty blender)

.Contour powders

.A basic nude eyeshadow pallet (your choice of brand)

.Black and Brown eye pencils

.Skin toned lipstick/balm/liquid lip

.Bronzer + Peachy/orange blush (yes, blush, for kenny)

.Brow pencil/gel

.Grey/Blue contacts (his eyes are very similar to Levi’s)

Coupons!!! 

Michaels

Walmart

Johanns 

Home Depot

Lowes

If you have any questions, feel free to ask me in the comments or just dm me. I’m happy to answer any questions or give suggestions to other materials that work in place of something. Follow me if you want to see part one, which will be Kenny’s armor plate on his chest! Stay tuned.

#kenny ackerman #cosplay #cosplay tutorial #costume diy #cosplay help #arts and crafts #otakon #convention #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot #snk season 3 #ackerman #kenny aot #tutorial #online tutorials #making costumes #costume making #crossplay #crossdressing

[hiddlestoned4ever]

Playdate (3) Tom Hiddleston x reader

Part 3/? (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Warnings: None other than some Hiddleston romance

Tags: @markusstraya @true-queen-of-mischief

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You’ve been driving for half an hour already. Looking over your shoulder, you can see Bobby sleeping in the cage. “He seems to be handling to be in a car easy. When Shadow was a puppy, he complained all the time, he didn’t like it at all.”

With a quick glance up in the little mirror at the top of the front window, Tom can’t see your dog. “Doesn’t seem to be troubling him now.”

“No, luckily it worn off. Now he runs out to the car when I open the door after picking up my car keys, afraid he has to stay behind,” you chuckle.

The two hours go by very fast, probably because Tom is such a good company, and you keep up a conversation all the time.

When you get real far away from the civilization as more nature surrounds you, Tom glances shorty over to your side. “Any clues on where we’re going?”

“This isn’t the part where you drag me deep into the woods to kill me, is it?”

Tom burst out laughing. “You’ve seen too many movies.”

He turns the car to the right to a smaller path and four seconds later, a wooden cabin comes in sight. It’s surrounded by trees so it’s concealed from any neighbors.

“Wow, it’s beautiful. Is it your parents’?”

“Yes, we bought it when I was six. I’ve spent many weekends and holidays here.”

After parking the car, you let the dogs out freely because Shadow won’t go anywhere and Bobby has grown so attached to him - and definitely Tom - so the chances of him running off is quite low. If not an animal comes by.

Tom quickly carries the baggage inside while you wait by the car. When he comes back, he shows you to a path behind the cabin as you’ve decided to let the dogs go running for a while.

You keep walking until the path leads you out of the forest. Before you now is a cliff with a stunning view. Down below there’s a lake and some more trees with mountains in the far distance.

“I thought you would like it. Lucky the fog relieved otherwise we wouldn’t be able to see much. Looking up, you narrow your eyes by the warm sunlight.

“It’s beautiful,” you reply.

Shadow and Bobby keep their distance from the edge and wait for you to keep moving.

“Perhaps we should head back. We’ve already been walking over half an hour and I believe someone is getting hungry,” Tom says, turning over to the dogs.

While walking back, Tom is unimaginable close to you, first thinking it’s because the path isn’t that wide, but when it does and he’s still so close, you come to mind that there might be another reason. Your arms touch for almost each step and only that makes your heart beat faster.

When you get back, the dogs enter the cabin first once Tom has opened the door. The first thing he does is to take Bobby’s bowl and fill it with water.

In the meantime, you take a good look around. As the outside, the walls on the inside are also of the typical wood type cabins have. The room is both kitchen and living room, just the fit size to be a cabin. A dark brown couch that’s big enough for two, a matching armchair to its left, TV on a little counter by the wall. There’s also a fireplace on the other side of the room, carpets almost all over the floor, a bookshelf with lots of books - obviously - and a guitar!

“You alright?”

Tom’s voice that suddenly appears right behind startles you, making a chuckle come from him.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Tilting your head just a bit, you meet his blue eyes. “You were so quiet, I just had to check.” His voice is now softer, his eyes scanning your face.

“Just admiring the view,” you explain with a tender smile, meaning him right now. He smiles back as if he knows it and lays a hand on the smaller of your back.

“I’ll get started on the dinner. You can use the shower if you want. It’s just through there,” he says and points to an opening in the wall. “First door ahead. Towels and everything you need is in the cabinets under the sink.” He steps back to the counter and takes out some groceries from the fridge.

“Thanks,” you reply shortly, grab your bag and leaves him and the dogs to it. Although, Shadow follows you to see where you’re going and Bobby tags along with his close friend. Tom looks over his shoulder and the sight of you leaving with your two four legged friends following you like a shadow makes him lift up the corners of his lips.

Around fifteen minutes later, you come back into the main room. The fireplace is on going and you’re instantly met with the warmth. You also hear music that’s on a calmly low volume, a country song playing at the moment. Shadow is lying two meters away from Tom while Bobby is sitting up close on his owner’s other side, watching his every move. The actor is currently taking a pot off the stove and putting it down on a trivet.

Leaning against the frame that separates this room and the hall you just came from, you decide to take in the sight for a bit. That is, until he’s suddenly speaking and you can practically see the smirk on his face.

“Enjoying the view again?”

“Do you have eyes in the back of your neck or something?” you ask back, now walking up to him. He’s laughing and about to say something when he turns around but instead he finds himself staring at you. The nicer outfit you took with you is a white short dress with blondes from the middle where they cover a little opening on the dress right below your chest. The blondes then continue the rest of the way down. You decided to drop the high heels so you’re just walking barefoot.

You tilt your head while asking, “Enjoying the view?”

“Seems to be question of the day.” His smile has grown bigger. You both keep looking each other in the eyes. Now that his beard is gone, it’s easier to get your gaze drawn down to his lips, and for a split second, you let it happen.

“I can take over,” you tell him after awkwardly clearing your throat.

With very slow steps, he comes closer, eyes on yours and still the big smile. You stand still, eyeing him. When you’re shoulder to shoulder, he leans down to whisper in your ear and the gesture makes your heart skip a beat.

“You look ravishing.”

The way he says it is completely different to the generous Tom he usually is.

He leaves the room and you carry on with the food. It’s not that much left to do other than wait for it to finish in the oven.

It can’t have been much more than ten minutes before you suddenly feel a hand on your left hip and see Tom coming on your right. You can smell the fresh scent of shampoo and his cologne.

“Smells good,” he comments, removing his hand and dropping a smile down to you.

“Yes, you do,” you half smile without looking at him but at the napkins you’re folding.

“I do, don’t I?” he jokes and takes the plate - with the napkins on top - to put them on the table.

You turn after him, seeing he has black trousers and socks, and white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Both clothings sit perfect on his body, maybe a bit too perfect  

Damn that back...that ass…

Luckily, you’ve looked away before he turns so he doesn’t catch your stare. He comes back up to carry more over to the table and that’s when you see the tights clothes on the front part. The shirt is open in the neck and it and the trousers show his figure very well. You knew before you met him the first time that he was handsome but God… he is handsome alright.

From behind you, Bobby comes trotting up to him to see what he’s doing.

“Are you hungry, pal?” he asks, letting him rest his forepaws on his legs. As an answer, Bobby wags his tail and runs back to the counter, looking up then back at Tom.

“I can find their food,” you say and go to find Shadow’s bowl and food.

And when the dogs have gotten their food, the two of you sit down for your own meal.

*  *  *

“I have a question,” you say when your in the end of the dinner. Tom puts both elbows on the table and covers his fist with his other hand. “That guitar over there...” you point at it with your fork, “...is that yours?”

“Yes, it’s mine,” he answers with a smile on the nap. You lift your left eyebrow instead of asking him right out. “I haven’t played in a while,” he tells you as a warning joke if he might be bad at it.

“I’d love to hear some,” you say softly. “Please?” He looks at you for a few seconds, then he removes his arms from the table and gets up. Your lips part in a bigger smile as you follow him with your wine glass in your hand.

On the way, he turns off the music that’s playing and picks up the guitar then you both sit down on the couch. Tom keeps his legs spread so he can fit it on his lap while you put both legs under you and your elbow on the backrest, resting your head in your hand. It looks like he’s about to start but then he chuckles.

“Any wishes?” he asks.

“I loved you as Hank Williams.”

Tom seems to be thinking as he makes an “ehh…” noise and bites his lip, although it’s barely visible to you. “Hold that thought,” he then says and gets up, leaving the guitar in his seat.

You watch him as he leaves out of your sight, the two dogs also being on watch.

What is he up to now?

“How’s this?” he says right before he comes into sight. And when he does, you let out a laugh. On his head, he now has a white cowboy hat.

“Wow! Is that yours too?”

“My father’s actually, but I’ve used it a couple of times.” He comes back around, lifts up the guitar and sits back down. “Alright, Hank Williams, here we go.”

And so he begins to play and sing.

“Why don’t you love me like you used to do? How come you treat me like a worn out shoe? My hair is still curly and my eyes are still blue. Why don’t you love me like you used to do? I ain’t have no lovin like a hugging and a kissing In a long, long while. We don’t get near her, fur her, closer than a country mile.

Why don’t you spark me like you used to do?Say sweets nothings like you used to do. I’m the same old trouble that you’ve always been through. Why don’t you love me like you used to do?”

This is just the most perfect date you’ve ever been on: a cozy cabin with the beautiful countryside as view, dimmed lights, delicious food, wine, singing and music, and the most beautiful gentleman you could ever dream of. You find yourself completely drowned in him. How the masters to play the guitar, the way his left shoulder goes up and down in the rhythm to the music, and his voice…

After finishing on the second part of the song, he exhales happily. “Can’t believe I remembered how to play it.”

“Wow,” you were supposed to say something else, or more, but the live performance you just got literally blew your mind.

“You liked it then?”

“Liked? Tom that was wonderful! You could have a concert.”

“Thank you,” he chuckles while speaking. “But I think I’ll just sing on my free time or when it’s required for a role.”

“Yeah, makes it more special,” you reply and get a warming smile in return. He sets the guitar down so it’s resting against the side of the couch. Next, he presses play on the little remote and the music starts playing again. The song that comes on is a slow one. He takes off the cowboy hat and puts it on the table.

“I think the food has had time to sink, so how about a dance?” He holds up his palm to you.

Can it be more perfect?

“Would love to.”

Taking his hand, which is warm and soft, yet firm, he leads you around the couch because there’s more space on the floor there. “Have you ever danced a waltz before?”

“With my dad when I was a child,” you tell him. “I used to stand on his feet.”

Tom hums and it comes deep within his throat which gives it a lot more sexy noise. “I find the waltz an amazing and powerful dance. It’s quite...sexy.” His lips go up in a smirk when he says that last word. “It’s very intimate…” While he says that, his free hand goes around your back. “Face to face…”  and then he pulls you to him, closing the gap between you. It causes your free hand to grab the arm that goes around you. “...chest to chest.”  Slowly, you watch as you run your hand further up until it’s on his shoulder before moving your eyes to his. “You can feel each other.” And yes you can. As you’re breathing, you feel his chest rise and sink against yours. “Smell each others breaths.” He then takes a step forward with his left leg so you’re “forced” to take a step back. The waltz have started and he moves you both around in slow circles.

“The only way to not lose balance is to look into the eyes of the partner, and it becomes a very intimate thing.”

Let’s just say you’re very happy that he’s holding you because otherwise, you’re sure that hearing him say that - in the way he said it - would make you fall on the spot.

The next minute or so, you keep gazing into each other's eyes as he said without saying anything and just enjoying the moment. And it sure is intimate. You’re certain that he at one point pressed you even closer without getting your legs tangled.

“Thank you for doing that,” you say after a while and nod in the direction of the couch. “Your voice is very… enchanting. And not just when you sing.”

“I’m glad you like it because I plan to use it more than enough tonight.”

“I don’t think I could ever get enough of it.”

When he smiles, his head lowers at the same time so his eyes are almost on level with yours. Right when you think he’s about to kiss you, he takes you by surprise by spinning you halfway around and pull you back so your back crashes against his solid chest. His head is on your right so you turn yours in that direction. He smiles one of his more innocent smiles now and his hand that’s on your waist, he uses his thumb to stroke you.

“You amaze me,” he mumbles, his lips almost touching the side of your forehead. His shoulder is right behind you so you take the chance and lean your head back against it and since your head is turned to the side, your face bury in the hook of his neck.

“I amaze you?” you ask almost amused.

“You find that funny?” he smiles and makes a chuckling “hm” sound.

“Maybe not,” you reply. His hand on your waist, move up to stroke your cheek. The feeling of his fingers against your skin and the fact that your whole body is leaning against him, make you a bit tired. You’re sure that if you close your eyes, you could eventually drift off to sleep.

“You know…” Tom starts after half a minute or so. “...we still have dessert.”

Lifting your head, you turn around, his hand still holding yours. “Really? What kind?”

“Trifle. I hope you like strawberries.”

He lets go of your hand and heads over to the fridge. While he does that, you look around and get a big smile on your face.

“Oh my God,” you whisper, but loud of enough for him to hear you. You turn to him. “Look at those two.” Nodding over to the other side of the room, Tom sees Shadow lying in a dog bed and Bobby curled up between his four legs. They’re both asleep. Both you and Tom grab your phones and snap pictures of them.

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#tom hiddleston #thomas william hiddleston #hiddleston daily #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston x reader

[carlyquinn]

hey anybody want to see my skin wishlist for ctr hfgfgf feel free to post your own on this post too I’m putting this under a readmore bc it’s Long

Crash- Jetpack: Based on the jetpack levels from the second game

Cortex- Emperor: A Roman style outfit with a gold leaf crown from the Tiny gladiator fight

Tiny- Trainer: Based on the credits text where they say Tiny became a fitness trainer, he’d have a tank top and shorts with a whistle necklace and sunglasses

Coco- Valley Girl: 80s neon clothing with leg warmers and frizzy hair

N Gin- Pumpkin: His body would be either a pumpkin or Jack O’Lantern with a hat that’s the top of the pumpkin and give him back his red hair dammit

Dingodile- Explorer: A jungle outfit y’know like the pith helmet and a beige jumpsuit and a backpack

Polar- Teddy Bear: He looks like a stuffed animal, either as a polar bear or a brown bear with patches and a bow tie

Pura- Lamellar: Chinese plated armor and samurai helmet

Penta- Gentleman: A tuxedo and tie

Ripper Roo- Bunny: Like, a white rabbit onesie and he’s got these frayed crazy whiskers and buck teeth

Papu Papu- Muertos: He’s got Day of the Dead symbols painted all over him and his clothing has marigolds strung though it

Komodo Joe- Python: He’s a snake as opposed to a dragon, he’s got the brown spots of a python and his outfit looks more Indian

Pinstripe- Zoot Suit: High waisted pants, shirt, jacket, tie, and a high rimmed hat with a feather in it

Fake Crash- Dentist: White jacket with those blue plastic gloves and he carries wind up teeth

Oxide- Spaceman: Wearing an alien suit like something out of a 50s sci-fi movie, may or may not be more stylized to look like an alien from the genre as well like with an exposed brain pattern or something

Tropy- Victorian: A steampunk suit with stripes and he’s got a top hat with gears on it

Crunch- Punk: A Mohawk with tons of gold jewelry and a feather earring, a callback to Mr. T

Krunk- Orangutan: He’s covered in orange fur that makes him look more apelike, has a slightly fatter/rounder face like an orangutan

Norms- Sad Clown: They both have matching Pagliacci outfits with pointed hats and ruffles and their makeup has a teardrop pattern and a frown

Nash- Surfer: His armor is removed, he’s got a snorkel on with tropical swim trunks and a little bit of sunscreen on his nose

Trance- Easter Egg: He’s painted colorfully in a striped pattern and wearing bunny ears, also maybe some pastel Easter clothing

Real Velo- Medieval: Dressed in a king’s knight armor with a red cape and jeweled crown

Geary- Maid: He’s powder blue with a French maid’s outfit on, a reference to the robot from the Jetsons

Zam- Flytrap: He’s plantlike and his mouth is a Venus flytrap

Zem- Strongman: He’s wearing a striped unitard, has a handlebar mustache and is bald

Tawna- Queen: Something to match Coco’s princess skin, the pink and blue is swapped and she’s got a collar, gloves, and crown

Ami- Olympics: She’s got a track suit that’s either green/yellow or red white and blue

Megumi- Idol: She’s dressed like a Japanese schoolgirl with pigtails

Liz- British Invasion: She’s wearing mod/60s clothing and a shirt that’s got the Union Jack on it

Isabella- Vacation: Similar to Beach Coco, she’s wearing a beach hat but she’s got a stylish dress on and sunglasses

Baby Crash- Fake: Make him look like a baby Fake Crash

Baby Coco- Dark: Coco’s Dark skin but on the baby

Baby T- Robot: A robotic dinosaur, maybe taking inspiration from the Transformers dinosaurs

Spyro- Armored: He’s got armor like some of the older dragons in his games, or maybe even accessories like the older version of Spyro the character designer made

Hunter- Apollo: He’s dressed like the Greek god of the sun and is glowing softly, his arrows are on fire

Gnasty- Pajamas: He’s got footie pajamas and a night cap

Komodo Moe- Alligator: He’s got a longer snout and more teeth, his outfit is more Indian inspired

N Brio- Frog Prince: Wearing a green royalty outfit and his crown is a lily/lily pad, he’s got frog spots on him as a callback to his mutated form from Twinsanity

Nina- Gothic Lolita: She’s got a black/dark red teacup dress, platform boots and lace fingerless gloves

Koala Kong- Kung Fu: a black kung fu gi and a red ribbon headband

Pasadena- Cowgirl: a cowprint vest, cowboy hat, big belt and cowboy boots but it’s still in her blue/pink color scheme

Von Clutch- Soldier: a WW2 German soldier’s outfit, kind of like General Tiny but lemme stress this it wouldn’t be a Nazi outfit just like a dark green uniform with gloves, boots, and a hat

King Chicken- French Royalty: He’s got a powdered wig and fancier crown

Rilla Roo- Toy: He looks like one of those toy cymbal monkeys with the striped pants, yellow vest and absolutely horrifying face

Yaya- Dragon: She’s wearing one of those parade dragon things like a cloak and has a new year’s red outfit

Hasty- Festive: He’s got tinsel and ornaments tangled in his antlers and he’s wearing a Christmas sweater

Chick- Radio: He’s dressed in a brown tweed suit with a bow tie, he’s got vintage glasses and his voice lines have a scratchy Victrola quality to them

Stew- Vampire: because they already have the model-

[galadrielkenobi]

McMercy Week 1st Day- First Meeting

                                             I’ll be watching over you

“ Wake up kid! It’s 10 a.m and you’re still on the bed!” Gabriel shouted. Jesse sighed deeply and opened his eyes.

“Come on now, this is your first day in Blackwatch! You have 15 min to get ready” Gabriel said and added “and by the way, from now on you’re going to wake up in 8 a.m”. Jesse got up from the bed and quickly took a shower.

He thought about the day that Gabriel took him from the deadlocks. He thought Gabriel definently would kill him but.... he didn’t. Maybe he saw something in him. Jesse was still questioning Gabriel’s motives but he tried to not think about it. The important thing is, he was not dead and in a safe place. He put his usual clothes on and opened the door.

Gabriel was waiting him in front of the door.  “Come on now, let me show you the place” he said and took him to the Overwatch headquarters. He knocked a door which was labeled “Strike-Commander Morrisan”. A male voice called them in. Gabriel and Jesse entered the room. The man had blonde hair that was graying and blue eyes. “Is this the new recruit” the Commander Morrisan asked.

“Yes” Gabriel said and added “Introduce yourself” to Jesse.

“Howdy. I’m Jesse Mccree and I’m 17 years old. I used to be a member of the deadlock gang”. Morrisan looked startled and said “Really Gabriel? He is 17? He is just a kid!”.

“I’m old enough for you old man!” Jesse said.

Gabriel slightly hit him and said “Watch your mouth kid!” then returned to Morrisan “Look Jack, this kid was a member of a gang that we tried to take down many times and failed. With this kid we have a chance to get rid of them and besides- Would it be better if I left him with that gang?”

The room went to silence. After what felt like 10 min for Jesse, Jack said “Fine. But he is in your responsibility. And don’t forget to intruduce him to others”.

“I will see you around” Gabriel said, took Jesse from his arm and lef the room. “Next time, you will talk to your superiors with respect” Gabriel said.

“I can take care of myself!” Jesse said.

“Like getting yourself to a dangerous gang” Gabriel said. Jesse didn’t said anything after that.

“Look Jesse” Gabriel said and stopped him. “We are a family here and families take care of each other. You’re not alone here. We’re going to meet with the rest of the team now. These people are good, you can trust them”.

Jesse didn’t said anything. Gabriel sighed and said “Let me just intrudece you to them”

They went to the commen area. Jesse saw a woman and a man were having a chat. When the woaman saw them coming to the room, she greated them with a smile.

“Hello Gabriel, I take it this is the new recruit?”.

“Hey there, I’m Jesse Mccree. Nice to meet y’all”.

“I’m Ana Amari. You will call me Captain Amari. And this is Reinheart”.

“Yes Ma’am” Jesse said.

“Hey everyone!” a woman voice echoed in the room. They turned their back and saw a woman entered the comman area.

“Hello Tracer, was the mission sucessful?” Captain Amari asked!

“Yeah it was!” she said and noticed Jesse  “Hey, who is the new guy!” she asked.

“Howdy! I’m Jesse Mccree” Jesse intruduced himself.

“Woah, cool hat! Are you a cowboy or something!” Tracer said with an energetic voice.

“Yeah, you can say that” Jesse said while smiling.

Gabriel looked at his watch and said “Shit, I almost forget the appoinment i got from doctor Zeingler” Gabriel said.

“For the new guy?” Captain Amari asked.

“Yes, we have to go now” Gabriel said and took Jesse to the Medical center. Before they entered the room Gebriel stoped Jesse and said “Now after we enter the room you will be behaving yourself. I don’t want to see you creeping the doctor”.

“I’m not an animal you know! I know how to treat a lady” Jesse said. Gabriel opened the door and they entered.

“Hey Gabriel, you’re here just in time” Doctor Ziengler said.

The moment Jesse saw her face, he felt that the time stopped and the only person in the room was her. He couldn’t take her eyes from her beautiful eyes, her cherry lips and short blonde hair. Gabriel was telling something to the doctor but he couldn’t hear what they were talking.

“Jesse?”

“Jesse!” Gabriel shouted.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I just... I’m startled by your beauty doctor” Jesse said while smiling.

Gabriel Punched Jesse’s arm.

Doctor Ziengler laughed and said “Well you’re a charmer aren’t you?”.

“I’m only speaking the truth m’lady” Jesse said. Doctor Ziengler laughed again.

“Enough!” Gabriel shouted. Two of them went quiet. “Now, please Doctor Ziengler, Jesse needs a medical examination”.

“Of course Gabriel. Please leave us alone for the moment. I need to be alone with my patient. “No flirtation” Gabriel said under his breath and left the room.

“Please remove your shirt jesse and take a seat” Doctor Ziengler. Jesse took his shirt and sat down. “So what is your name sweetheart?”

Jesse asked. The Doctor giggled and said “Angela. But in the field poeple call me Mercy”.

“Angela, Mercy. It really fits you sunshine” Jesse said.

Angela giggled again and said “You should probably not call me like that around the people”.

“But when we are alone? Can I call you sweetie” Jesse asked. “Hmm, i think it’s a bit unprofesional” Angela said.

“Does it make you uncomfortable when i call you sweetie?” Jesse asked with a serious voice.

“No, it doesn’t” Angela said with a smile.

“It’s all good then” Jesse said.

Angela nodded her head with a smile and then added “Hmm, do you smoke Jesse? Or drink alcahol?”.

“Both”

Angela sighed and said “No suprise there. You should really take care of yourself Jesse. I’m going to give you a healthy diet. And I highly reccomend you to stop smoking and lower your consumption of alcohol”. Jesse hesitantly looked at the list that Angela gave him and said

“I guess I have no other choice”.

“You have to be fit for your missions Jesse. Which means no junk food” Angela said with a smile. Jesse sighed and put his shirt on “Is that all, Doctor”.

Angela felt a sudden shift in Jesse’s voice. “Now, don’t get mad at me Jesse. I only want you to be healthy. And perform well in the field” Angela said.

“I’m not mad at you Angela. It’s just... This is all new to me. It wasn’t like this back in the deadlocks. Gabriel said that this is family and I should trust y’all. But it doesn’t feel like that” Jesse said.

“I’m sure you will get use to it Jesse. Gabriel is right, this is your family from now on. You need time to make bonds with the others. And trust me, it will start to feel like a family” Angela said and gave a heart-warming smile.

“I’ll trust you Angela. Then, I’ll see you around” Jesse said and left the room.

“What took you so long?” Gabriel asked.

“Ah, we were just making a friendly conversation. With no flirtation. I’m suprised that you didn’t eavesdropped us” Jesse said.

“Cut the slack kid. What did Angela said”.

“She said I should stop smoking and drinking. Which ain’t going to happen unfortunately. She also gave me diet”

“You ain’t going to smoke and drink on the field anyway kid. Get use to it”

Jesse sighed and said “You’re the boss”.

“Come now, there are others that you need to meet” Gabriel said.

While they were walking away from the clinic Jesse asked “By the way how old is Angela?”

“Enough, Jesse!”

“I’m just curious!”

Gabriel sighed and didn’t answered Jesse’s question.

That day they met the rest of the team and Gabriel thought him a few things about his job in the blackwatch. After a long day, Jesse throwed himself to the bed. He thought about Angela and what she told him abuout the team being a family. He fall asleep thinking about Angela.

#mcmercy week #mcmercy #jesse mccree #angela ziegler #sorry y'all it's kinda late i know

[codzombiesartwork123]

Werewolf AU Takeo was waiting for Nikolai to wake up.

On DA.

The deer is all alone in a forest on a rainy day, quite peaceful and solitude in that woods and felt safe until... Crack! The deer perked up to the noise and try to find the source of the sound. Whatever it'd came from had hopped to branch of a tree and is trying to be quiet.

The scared deer is alarmed and afraid whatever it is will try to sense it and is watching his prey.

On the branch is a male-like figure, an Asian with a samurai sword around his wrest, ripped sleeveless shirt, bandaged hands, his black hair is tied in a man-bun. With a red glow of a predator's eyes, he is ready to pounce on his prey.

With that, the deer took off running towards a dangerous terrain with that man on it's heels. the deer continued running as fast as it could but that man is much faster than any human could do, that man is catching up with a determined look on his face, deer ran much faster until the man finally caught it with... His sharp teeth...

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The Russian is walking in the woods with riffle in hand, quietly looked around for any endangered animal or... A monster, that Russian is a professorial monster hunter with a daughter of his own.

He's a quiet man once a peaceful man with wife and kid until... horrible fate, he really don't like to talk about but there are rumors of his wife being a witch but in reality, she's a good witch and loved her husband and their dear child, Til one night, an angry mob came marching towards their home, luckily, she warned her husband about the danger is about to fall on them and escape with their daughter and go on without her. He was hesitate at first, tried to talk her to go with him until giving up, heartbroken and wished there was another way to save her, he knew that he and their child would get caught in a firely cross fire if he stayed with her.

He fled with his daughter on horseback and not knowing his wife's fate but got a sinking feeling as he watched smoke rising in the sky.

He manged to deafened his and his daughter's lives from monsters among the way and becoming a monster hunter and was famous in most towns and cities.

6 years later on, his daughter had caught an unknown flu and fallen into deep sleep, he looked around disparity to find a place to stay for a while and, thankfully, there was a town nearby and townsfolk are kind enough to let him live in a farm just far from there. He sat at his daughter's bedside, waiting and hoping one day she'll wake up.

Just a week later (Back to the present), he is now out hunting, he is being cautious after he heard from incidents and attacks from wolf and worse; a Vampire. His ocean-blue eyes scanned around the area, then that's when he heard a deer running and then a- Thud!

He ran towards the source of the sounds and found, an Asian man with his teeth sunk deep into it's neck and drinking every last drop of it's blood until the deer stopped moving.

The Russian quietly walked towards him to get a closer look until the Asian, had no idea how that man sensed it, turned around and saw the Russian monster hunter and they both stopped...

Both the Russian and Asian looked at each other. Asian looked at the clothing that man wore and looked like: mustache and a bread, dark brown short-long hair tied in a ponytail, Ocean blued colored eyes, Cowboy hat with goggles, treach coat, gloves, grayish shirt, black pants and boots.

They stood there, unsure what to do until that Asian sensed something behind the other man and yelled in Japanese ''Look out!''.

Before Russian would turn around, a bear swatted it's paw at him, he got out of way but his arm got slashed, he yelled in pain as he dropped the riffle and hold his arm, he looked at his arm and down at his gloved hand: To see, he's bleeding badly but not servery.

Bear longed out towards him but he got of the way and picked up his gun and yelled ''I have fought bears more scarier than you!'' but he missed, bear hit him dead in the chest and got his back on a tree and his vision had blurred a bit to see a bear right in fount of him.

But, some miracle, Asian stood between the Russian and bear, the bear growled and was about to hit this man til it'd stared into his eyes, Asian's red eyes was... somehow, hypnotizing, the bear stood frozen and then out of the blue, it'd turned around and then walked away from them on all fours.

''What... How can he...?'' is what the Russian man thought after what he witnessed what happened, Asian turned to looked at him and stared at him, knowing he is slowly losing consciousness due to blood lost and kneed to his level.Russian slipped into unconsciousness after the last thing he saw was the Asian's eyes turning from red to brown.

Asian looked at the unconscious man and then a stent of blood had changed his brown eyes back to red. Leaned forward and doesn't stop til he reached the man's exposed neck and was about to bite down til the Asian groaned ''N-no...'' he forced his head back and then shook his head while he muttered ''No no... Not here, not him... I don't want to... I don't want to...''

After he reasoned to himself and looked at him with brown eyes that changed color again and looked around and knew he can't just leave him here or he'll die if he did.

''I wonder who you are and why you're here... Maybe... Maybe time will tell.'' the Asian thought as he began to carry him around the arm and other on his hip.

He began to walk around to find shelter from the rain for while til he found an old abandon cave with vines, he decided to take shelter in there. After they entered, he found a spot for injured Russian and began to removed the upper layers of clothing, first the gloves, then the coat and finally the shirt.

He saw his chest haired chest and froze... He's clearly different from everyone he had lured and attacked to get blood, he snapped out of it as he heard a groan from the Russian so he rummaged his backpack to find the medical supplies and found them, he began to snitched and bandaged his injures til he's done.

He than sat down and waiting for him to wake up, he found a squirrel and drink blood out of it just in case his hunger was not satisfied.

2 hours had passed, that Russian finally woke up, he then finds himself in bandages and that same Asian but for some reason, is not afraid.

‘’So, you finally woke up, Russian.’’ Asian said with heavily Japanese accent that the Russian knew, he then replied ‘’You saved me? But you-’’

‘’A Hybrid, not a vampire.’’ Asian replied.

Russian knew what a hybrid is: a mix breed of vampire and human. ‘’You and I knew what was happening, you were the one with a hunger that sometimes can’t be satisfied.’’ after putting two and two together of the vampire attacks.

‘’And I knew you’re a hunter that kills monsters like me.’’ the Asian man replied as he looked down as he remembered the attacks that he wished those would never happened.

‘’But you saved me from that bear, what makes you do that?’’ the man asked him and other male replied ‘’I can't let it kill you like that, I just don’t want to let it happened.’’

‘’I see, I just want to know who you are.’’ Russian asked again this time, clamly.

The Asian sighed and then replied ‘’My name is Takeo Masaki, the samurai. And your name?’’

‘’I am Nikolai Belinski.’’ The Russian, now named Nikolai, replied.

They talked over the problems and quite same ones, after simple talk, he put his upper clothing and hat back on. ‘’I am sorry but I had to cut this short, Takeo.’’

‘’I understand Nikolai.’’ he replied, before he left, he said ‘’Thank you.’’

‘’For what?’’ Takeo asked.

‘’For saving my life Takeo.’’ he replied. Takeo got a thence of pink on his cheeks and replied ‘’You are welcome.’’ and he left.

-Two days later-

Takeo was still in the same cave, feeling quite lonely and looked around in the cave as his hiding place, then he heard footsteps, he was prepared to fight til he realizes... It’s Nikolai, he was revived and asked ‘’Nikolai, what brought you back here?’’

‘’I wanted to give you this.’’ Nikolai answered as he got out a vial of what appeared to be blood, Takeo took it and sniffed it and realizes it’s blood of a deer.

‘’Nikolai, why would you-?’’ ‘’Wanted to thank you for saving me, I wasn’t sure what to give you and then I thought this might be it.’’ Nikolai said.

‘’...Thank you...’’ Takeo replied as he blushed, ‘’Well, I better leave, good bye.’’ Nikolai said and before he leaves, Takeo walked by him and Nikolai said ‘’Takeo, what are you-?’’ ‘’To guard you in case that bear came by again.’’ Takeo immanently answered, made Nikolai blushed and then replied ‘’Alright.’’ and they both walked down the path to the forest with warm feeling... From each other. 

#CoD Zombies #Nazi Zombies #Takeo Masaki #Nikolai Belinski #Werewolf AU