#and you can maybe consider it part of the same verse that the Christmas prompt fill was in??

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Prompt 113 "where did all these puppies come from?" Steddie, please and thank you 💖

hi thank you for the prompt! hope you enjoy 🖤

113: “where did all these puppies come from?”

Steve Harrington would like to live just one normal day.

He wanted to be woken up by the soft press of a kiss on his forehead from his boyfriend as he left for work, then wake up again later when it was his own turn to get up for work. He wanted to go to work, cut, dye and style some hair without any issues and then make his way home to cook dinner for two. Maybe he’d get to have a beer and watch Masterchef to finish the evening.

A normal day.

He’d give anything for a normal day.

Eddie was home before him, which wasn’t unusual. It was a Friday and Eddie made sure to do as much prep and marking as he could for the week to come so that when the High School bell rang to signal the end of the day, he could leave as soon as was appropriate. Whereas the salon didn’t close until five.

“Hey babe,” Steve asked as he surveyed the disarray of his living room. “Where did all these puppies come from?”

Eddie looked as frazzled as he probably felt. His hair was tied up but had mostly fallen out, the sweat beading across his hairline had caused it to frizz awkwardly. He was surrounded by their cheap towels (blessed be small miracles) in various states of dampness, and no less than seven freshly born and also damp puppies.

Steve had to stop himself cooing over their squeaky yawns.

Eddie turned wide pleading eyes towards him. “You know how we thought Rae was just fat?”

Rae, the stray dog that they found sleeping under the bushes in their back yard a week ago, named for Carly Rae Jepsen (Steve’s favourite artist, since Eddie named their cats), whom they fell immediately in love with.

“She was pregnant,” Steve finished.

“Hit the nail on the head, sweetheart,” Eddie tried to laugh but it sounded so strained that Rae tiredly lifted her head to investigate.

Steve finally took pity on him and tossed his bag onto the couch so he could sink down onto the floor next to Eddie. He reached out a hand to rub Rae’s head.

“Hi sweet girl, you’re doing so well! Such a good Momma already,” he cooed gently.

Rae flopped back down with a huff.

“What happened?” He asked Eddie quietly.

Eddie took a deep breath and untied his hair so he could retie it back into a bun that actually kept the hair from his face.

“I got home at the normal time and there was already three pups out. We’re going to have to replace the rug by the way.” He shuddered at the memory. “I googled how to help a dog give birth and now we’re here.”

Steve knew he was leaving a lot of the story out, but he would get the details later when Eddie wasn’t feeling so overwhelmed and could remember them.

“We should probably call a vet, right? Just to make sure everything is okay?” Steve asked quietly.

Eddie squeezed his knee comfortingly. “I’ll go do that now.”

He stood with a groan, bones cracking in various places where they hadn’t been moved in a while. He leant over to kiss Steve on the forehead.

“I’ll order Thai food as well?”

Steve hummed. “That would be great.”

Eddie disappeared into the kitchen to get their collection of take out menus.

As Steve pulled out his phone to do his own google research, he wondered if Robin and Chrissy would be ready to adopt a puppy in eight weeks.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ask #anon #prompt fill #okay it’s really short and I’m sorry #but I think it’s a really sweet snapshot #and you can maybe consider it part of the same verse that the Christmas prompt fill was in?? #if you wanted that #the cats are called Kirk (like Star Trek and also Metallica) and Ollie (like bring me the horizon because Eddie’s a dork) #Robbin and Chrissy do adopt a puppy #they call her Cleo (they tell everyone that it’s cleopatra but it’s actually after the h2o character)

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SIEGEMAS 2020 @dualrainbow​ starring: Marius Streicher, Dominic Brunsmeier, Monika Weiss, Elias Kötz. main blog: @elitejager​ note: hey to anyone who reads this, I haven’t written anything in forever and the only time I’ve ever written a fic was a request, so this is a first for me. as an Autistic person I wanted to touch on the topic a little (i.e how the world views us versus how we view others and express ourselves) and incorporate it into my prompt for this piece. Marius inspires me a lot, I know he’s a popular part of Team Rainbow so I hope you all like it & happy holidays ✌

07 December.

As an icy chill snaked its way down his nape, Marius was reminded of the changed season. Days, weeks even, inside the workroom (his 'safehaven' as he called it to himself), made time and weather and all things mundane merge together in one big negligible blur. The transition between October into November now early December had seemed so...rapid. "Getting lost in one's work" was nothing short of apropos for this revelation; Unfazed by the cold however, he merely rolled down his sleeves and resumed gazing intently at his go-to site for ordering parts - Hated the white background (far too garish) but it offered the best of the best, and a quicker delivery schedule. He'd need it. It wasn't unusual for him to spend great bouts of time in one place. Even less unusual to be knee-deep in a project or two. But it was when morning frost and Christmas music became part of everyday life to crudely round off the year, that Monika and Elias were particularly attentive to Marius and his propensity to isolate. He'd been like that as long as they could recall. It could be almost jarring at first - His quips that'd rub less-familiar colleagues the wrong way, the speed at which his social battery would fizzle out like an ember, and a subtle arrogance which stepped on many toes. In contrast to Marius' heated and bull-headed nature, even his enthusiasm and eagerness to share or contribute somehow seemed misplaced or perhaps just poorly timed; Boundaries were a struggle and frequently crossed line despite how many walls he put between himself and others. He was unpredictable to most. "Hard to decipher", as Monika once put it. She was the first out of the four to recognize he was on the spectrum, and it tugged at her heartstrings to watch him endure contempt in place of a little understanding - But she vowed to hold her tongue. She did not want to patronise or belittle someone as bold as Marius. After all, in many ways she considered him to rival herself academically, and that garnered much of her respect. He was capable, he didn't need her or anybody else to coddle him or worry. Monika did not worry about him at all in fact, until this time of year.

16 December.

Elias had a similar view. Never had he met someone so rigid in his performance, so disciplined, yet so antsy. Must be the whole chaos of creativity, he thought. He recounted several incidences where he tried his hand at entertaining Marius, to no avail. Like things just didn't connect with him or tickle him the way Elias could achieve with others. But that didn't mean they lacked a connection at all - They were close, but where other people stood Marius was always one step further away, by his own accord. It was clear from the get go that the engineer liked to do things his way and per his agenda. Elias would grant him the favour of “breathing room” because he knew that although Marius held people at arms' length, beneath that eccentric exterior there was a shining heart of gold that cared deeply about the people he would shoo out of his workroom. Today was no exception, apparently.

"Hey, Marius--" There he was, ensconced in something technical of course, and drenched in fluorescent white light.

"No!"

"Huh--"

"Don't-- You can't look. Just...I'm busy. And I'm discussing this prototype of mine with the head of BMVg, whatever it is, it can wait."

Oops, Elias. "This isn't for prying eyes, it's commission work. I'll humour you later."

"Ah, err, got it. No peeking. Just don't work yourself to death and I'll check back in tonight. See ya!"

Yeah, this wasn't uncommon he muses, as he's met with a cold hand gesture towards the door. Though Elias couldn't help but wonder if maybe Marius was pushing himself even harder as to not think about the holidays. Dominic's relationship with him was different. Not as warm to the touch. And certainly more volatile, when tension arose. A clash of unorthodox personalities. They were polar opposites in one way, but fiercely empathetic in others, because pariahs stick together even when grating on each others' nerves - It was their non-conformity that made them a good team no matter how unconventional (and potentially troublesome) the dynamics. He knew how it was to be alone like the back of his hand. Maybe that too is the reason for their kinship, once all strain dissipated. Even he occasionally considered how his comrade handled the isolation; Dominic relished it to a degree, a darker mind who co-existed with his demons. But he knew Marius and he frequently observed his drive to form relationships only for them to fall flat or worse because of that same old disconnect Elias talked about on occasion. Never brought it up verbally but nothing could ghost Dominic's perusal. "Damn. Rejected again," Elias jests as he spots Dominic taking a break from playing grease monkey on his bike - Cigarette routinely positioned in mouth and garage wide open so that snow had begun collecting on the entrance floor. This wing was probably his safehaven, too.

"You should leave him to it." Dominic takes a long drag before expelling two plumes from his nose.

"Yeah I know, I know. Just seems wrong to not try. I don't think he's going home for Christmas. Hasn't heard from his Uncle for a couple of years...Not sure why. Marius tells me that's nothing out of the ordinary. Still, doesn't hurt to remind him we're around."

"He knows we're around. If you and Monika make a fuss it'll probably backfire."

"You could be right. But hey, buzzing in somebody’s ear is better than letting them feel ignored. I wouldn't be half as fun if I wasn't annoying."

"...Are you sure 'fun' is the right word?" Dominic concealed his smirk behind another toke.

"Whaaatever. Have a good night Brunsmeier. And don't get too cold old man! I don't know how you have the place all opened up on days like this. I don't want to come back tomorrow morning and find you in cryostasis."

"Uhuh. Well, snow chains. Fitting new ones on the tires and have to put 'em to the test somehow. See you, Smartass."

23 December.

The air was cold and dry and it permeated indoors but the serenity of snow blanketing everything for miles upon miles outweighed the chill in his lungs. Even the sun couldn’t thaw the ice nor interfere with celebrants having their white Christmas. From the moment he'd woken up that morning he rushed to get stuck back into his work without so much as cranking up the radiators. No matter the climate, it wouldn't deter him from his endeavours, much like Winter itself. As he fine-tuned his latest creation Marius felt overcome with accomplishment and relief knowing he had the rest of the day to spare after hours of trial and error. Fingers weaved and arms raised he stretched up high, taking a moment to admire the fully customised apparatus begging to be used. Fishing his phone out of a denim pocket he checked the time and grabbed one of the gift boxes wrapped neatly with a lavender bow. Monika would always make a point of going home to celebrate with her family - he'd heard many stories about her mother's Sauerbraten - and was always the first to leave to ensure she'd catch her flight. Ergo, her turn came first. His soles crunched against the virgin snow as Marius made his way to the dormitories. He could've forgotten the clean scent of fresh air or the sheer brightness the day can bring after spending a majority of his time hunkered down at the workroom. Cutting it close, he was fortunate enough to cross paths with Monika, luggage in her wake while punching in a numberpass for the electronic gate. "Monika!" He called out, waving her down.

"Hm?" Immediately she turned on her heel - Perhaps he startled her, or it was the (pleasant) surprise of hearing that familiar voice in another place other than his station or dorm.

"Monika, I'm glad I could catch you. Here--" Offering the palm sized box it was clear to the both of them that neither knew exactly how to handle the situation without underlying befuddlement. "--Frohe Weihnachten." (Merry Christmas). Ah yes, he'd forgotten that part. He wasn't well-versed in the act of gift giving - not face to face, at least...

"Really? For me?"

"Of course it is. It's purple. I don't know anybody else's favourite colour."

"I'm a little speechless...! Thank you Marius, and Frohe Weihnachten. I got something for you too, so did Elias. You were too busy we didn't think to disturb you and thought we'd leave them on your desk. You're welcome to pick them up yourself beneath the tree Emmanuelle and Yumiko set up in the foyer." Something akin to a glorified 'Secret Santa' Harry suggested for Team Rainbow to build on their camaraderie but appealed little to Dominic.

"Oh, that was unnecessary, but I'm grateful. Then I'm obliged to thank you as well. I didn't expect anything - I just wanted to see what I could come up with. I hope you like it."

"No act of benevolence is unnecessary. I'm tempted to open this up right here and now, I'm very curious. I'm going to show restraint however and open it tomorrow. I'll shoot you a message afterwards, OK?" She unzipped her case and placed it delicately atop folded clothes. Whatever it was, it seemed fragile, and would need the padding. "You take care of yourself Marius. Tschüss!" She passed through the gate and left with a smile.

24 December.

With more confidence after yesterday's exchange next in line was either Elias or Dominic, whoever he bumped into first. Today was bitterly cold and much darker, grey clouds hanging overhead almost as thick as the snow. Still, it was welcomed by those who enjoyed the seasonal comforts of lounging around; Vastly preferable to these scorching Summers in recent years, to Marius' admittance. He could spy from beyond his work station window that Dominic had the garage locked up early and was now dumping fodder to feed one of his burn barrel fires. To Marius, this had grown synonymous with Winter, and was a good way to gauge the severity of the weather - Dominic explained to him that it became habit from his undercover days, and was a quick & easy disposal method of...well, anything that could burn. Which sounded vaguely ominous with the way he put it, and there was no doubt in his mind that it absolutely was ominous. But that was then. He would ponder though, what his fellow operative saw in those flames. If he thought of an array of things and memories like a haunting myriad or maybe he just saw nothing more than a warming fire and burning magazines. It was hardly worth asking either, because he was scarcely linear, and seemed to quietly take pleasure in keeping people on their toes. An enigma for sure. They both were. Joining Dominic's side he could feel heat from the fire and the barrel itself as it raged on between them.

"You've been out here a while?" "An hour, maybe less." "Can't be too good for you. It's cold & flu season. If you're going to see your nephews and nieces, that's not wise." "I've dealt with worse." "Yes, that's true, I'm sure your lungs appreciate your pack-a-day fitness ritual." "If I smoked a pack a day, BPOL would give me the chop faster than any bad habits could on my life expectancy. Besides, I can still outrun you. Did you come here to give me health advice or was there something else?" "I know you well enough to know that giving you advice often goes unheeded." Much to my dismay. "So no, however--" He presents the red giftbox to Dominic, which he'd yet to acknowledge. Or he didn't care enough to ask. There's a visible confusion that reads in his otherwise stark expression - Like Monika's the day prior. Was it really so foreign for Marius to present his generosity this way? "Oh...?" "Open it, Dummkopf." Rather than muster some spur of the moment retort Dominic does as instructed. He settled the box in snow and crouched down to examine what awaited inside. "Pure silver electromagnetic rods. In a similar vein to an EMP device, rather, a preemptive attack on them and on your target. Think of them as an extension to your CEDs. Place them around in any formation you like to create an electromagnetic field; They will go live the moment your CEDs do. I've included a remote for functionality and to check that they're all within range of each other. The frequencies will be dizzying for enemy weaponry and at the touch of a button, shock anybody standing within the field's radius." Astounded, Dominic can only look down in disbelief at the device in his hands. It's one thing to fix up an old motorcycle, or even a car, but something of this calibre was truly belonging to a prodigious acumen. And that prodigy is Marius Streicher. "Oh, there's also armbands and a 'plate' you fit to the bottom of your footwear to absorb static and safeguard you from being on the receiving end of the electrogrid. That part should be a familiar concept." "..." "Well?" "I don't know how the hell you come up with this shit, but it's incredible." "Mmhmm. Of course it is, I made it. Brave of you to finally admit that." "Don't make me regret showing some gratitude. I mean it. Is this what you've been busying yourself with the whole month?" "Yeah, calculating pulse waveforms took more work than Monika's and Elias' upgrades, I readily accepted the challenge though." "You went to the trouble of making something for them too huh. Crazy." "I did yes. Monika's was no sweat. I pulled up the files on her RED Mk III and tweaked a few things. Utilising the same technology I fitted a lens-like screen to a headpiece, so the intel she needs is always in view, and her handling of weapons isn't compromised. I think she'll appreciate the purple tint I used for the lens. That, and it can also be used for her spelunking - The new and improved Spectre can see beyond solid walls several metres thick, and it can detect hollow spaces like tunnels. If she removes the chip and slots it into the drone I made for her - I'll reveal that part to her once she's back - she can apply the Spectre to airborne recon in the same way as the lens itself." "Now, you're showing off. She's going to use and abuse that thing every chance she gets." "Good. Then I won't have made it for nothing." "What about Elias, what did you give him?" "I haven't given him his yet which works out nicely." "I'm all ears, Brainiac." "Interesting moniker. Elias gets a conal radius motion & thermal detector that bolsters his ballistic shield. This will give him an increase in tactical advantage, by alerting him to whoever is in his vicinity. If there's an obstruction or he loses sight of the enemy he can find them with ease and make his move. Like Monika's, his can mimic the technology he's accustomed to and can also be detached and used with the specialised drone made for him. He'll be able to temporarily blind at range, or cause distraction, meaning if he keeps his wits about him he'll manage to play a part from long distances." Dominic spied something else in the box as Marius gave his run down on each of the devices. Brow furrowed he picks it up and examines it closely, unable to crack what purpose it served. "Hm. And this?" "That, is a personal touch. Call it whimsical but I think you'll like it. His drone is also yours." Shooting the engineer a bewildered glance Dominic held the second remote in hand, waiting expectantly to understand its significance and what exactly made it so 'whimsical'. "I had trouble coming up with a unique quality for each of you. You're both irreverent in your sense of humour, so I decided to play on that. Elias' drone also has a compartment where something, such as a flashbang for example, can be stored and dropped at command. I'll tell him about that. What I won't tell him however is that you have full access to the drone with that control you're holding. I'll leave it to your imagination to invent shenanigans of your own design. It ought to appease your prankster inclinations," Marius smiled knowingly, but only just - A sliver of the pride gathering in his center. Dominic's was blatant and devilish; Cogs turning in his mind already. But moreso this was a gift with meaning, and understanding to a level that excelled clinical intelligence. He had captured all three of them as operatives and as people, as friends, in the best way he knew how. Each gadget was far from mere machinery. Like polaroids immortalising their merits on the field and in life. "Don't expect to hear this out of me again anytime soon but you've outdone yourself." "Hah! It's worth the effort just to wring sincerity out of you, you ornery bastard." "Yeah, yeah, pot calling the kettle black. I know you're not a drinker but come on, show me how to use this thing over a pint - and bring the drone. I want to get Elias back for all his gaudy Christmas music in the dorms. I considered smothering him with his pillow, but this will suffice." He sneered, amused by his own facetiousness. "I know you don't have anything else planned so I'm not giving you much of a choice." After placing everything back in its box Dominic stood up to give his friend a gracious pat on the back. Marius noticed a glint in his eye he hadn't been privy to before - one unlike the dispassion that most would consider default to 'Bandit' - perhaps they were both seeing each other in a different light. An aspect they kept tucked away, save for rare junctures such as these. "Fine. I'll agree, considering the occasion. Might as well get into the spirit of things a little. Frohe Weihnachten, Dominic." "Frohe Weihnachten."

#siegemas #marius streicher #dominic brunsmeier #monika weiss #elias kötz #man do I get wordy #I enjoyed writing this and I think siegemas is a great idea #thanks for allowing me to be a part of it

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Terraqua :))))))))

1. How do much do I ship it?: Never heard of it/ Notp / Dislike / used to ship / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / IS IT CANON YET?

This rating applies to canon. Just want to clarify, since I'm going to also talk headcanons for different AUs (go to the asterisk reference sections at the bottom if you want a little explanation of AUs)  in some answers, and, in those situations, feelings are different.

2. What non sexual activities do they like to do together?

KH Post Canon: Learning how to be adults together. I know it's not the most "fun" answer, and they deserve a break, but even if things stay stable, they aren't getting one as such. Aqua is now the Master in Residence at the Land of Departure and someone all the Guardians of Light will look to as an authority (and Yensid will reinforce it!) , and Terra will get a lot of the same treatment from multiple factions.

 Not only will the GoL look at him as someone knowledgeable (Him! The screw up who not only isn't a master but has a lot less off-world experience where he was actually conscious than most of his new comrades), but, when it comes to the recompleted former Org members, while it's clear he is definitely not "The Superior" and they don't want him to be, even those that glance by Roxas/Sora/Ventus etc. as green behind the ears or "kids" despite their experience are naturally inclined to view him as an equal and/or someone to ask guidance from even if only on a subconscious level because he shares Xemnas features. 

And neither has the first clue what they are doing. Hell, they lived sheltered with Eraqus and the Land of Departure Castle probably taking care of a lot of their needs. So, yeah, Aqua and Terra learn to cook together, hone vocabulary and speaking style to sound "like a real adult" and not like teenagers who are using bigger and bigger words to sound mature, practice how to lead meetings without voice shaking and how to make people feel heard (and refrain from interrupting with "you're wrong and also stupid because of Xyz"), read up on history and powers of old keyblade masters like they are cramming for exams (because even stuff they were taught by Eraqus...it's kind of been awhile), bitch together over how to simultaneously be 28 and 18, and basically bond over "fooling" everyone into thinking they are competent. 

Then they indulge in a bunch of "childish" things they never did because they were always in a rush to grow up when they were actually younger. They slide down bannisters and have food fights and swing from the rings in the training area, feet lifted and knees near to knocking the ground.

Lost Masters AU*: Finishing growing up in the Mysterious Tower under Yensid's comparatively lax supervision, obviously effected their hobbies as much as their outlook on life. They escaped often to the book(s) where Fantasia sleeps and so they are used to music made through flora, fauna, and movements of their own body. Creating symphonies that are part sparring, part dancing, part gardening and finding out what creates the best music was a passion and it carries on beyond the Tower and beyond having (snuck) access to Yensid's books. Even in adulthood, they both have a tendency to dance when nobody's watching, and, wherever they settle there is a carefully cultivated flower bed they can be found tending to (and humming to them the whole time, teaching them the notes they should be playing but mostly refuse to)  when not on mission.

Grass is Greener**:  If you asked the couple themselves this question, (more politely phrased of course because you don't say the phrase "nonsexual things" in conversation) Aqua would beam and talk about going out on the boat...that they don't own anymore (Xem bought it off baby sister out of pity. He drew the short straw between him and Ansem), and didn't use much when they did. Terra would shrug and say he hardly remembers anymore, honesty slipping out because he forgets to be guarded until Aqua grips his arm too tight and says that he's joking on his behalf. 

With some prompting, Terra will slowly come up with the latest Netlfix series they are binging...separately. Not that he'll say they watch separately, because that's not anyone else's business, and it's not even a reflection on their relationship, just like not remembering what they do for fun isn't as bad as it sounds (Is it? Now he'll brood too much on it). With Aqua working days that start early and Terra working mostly nights, they hardly see each other. Even before that, before Terra's breakdown, which he is more apt to explain away than she is if they ever talk about it (which they try not to at all costs), he was doing his residency at the hospital and worked a lot of odd hours. Med school is actually...wow...more of a blur than Terra realized....but they had fun? Once? Together? Since the college days? Of course they did. They have many activities together. Lots of stuff. Common interests. That's what they do. Common interests.

3. Who does chores around the house?

In General/Canonverse: Split right down the middle. Some tasks they trade off on, and some become full time assignments, like, for instance, Aqua cooks and Terra does the dishes. 

Grass is Greener: Terra. Period. It's not discussed, and Aqua would adamantly refute this, but in Terra's mind he has to do everything. He did even when he was working/studying to be a doctor. Aqua knows how blessed she is to have a husband that just full stop doesn't let her lift a finger (because he loves her! And he likes doing house things), but not fully. Eraqus is old money (and so was Aqua's mom, though she barely remembers her before she took off) and Xehanort's "new money" only bolstered it, and besides just living on that kind of cushion, she was the only child with Eraqus who also had to "make up" for being a single parent for awhile, and then the youngest child and only girl when the family became blended, so she was never made to do anything in her life and kind of still believes in the cleaning fairy. She knows housework is difficult, but in the same way she knows what it's like to live paycheck to paycheck now that she and Terra don't accept any help from Eraqus and Xehanort....just live in one of their houses (to take care of it for them!) without paying a dime even towards taxes and insurance much less rent...and Aqua's car insurance is paid for six months at a time as a birthday gift in the fall and an anniversary gift in the spring...but scorn handouts otherwise. 

4. Who’s the better cook?

Canonverse/General: Aqua. 

Lost Masters: Terra. It starts off being Aqua, but, you know, you forget a lot of things once you're a Nobody. 

Grass is Greener: Terra.  Though Aqua starts to catch up once they start a couple's cooking class that Terra keeps canceling on, leaving her to take Tifa or Aerith

5. Who’s the funniest drunk?

Aqua, all universes. Terra just gets very quiet and stares at the wall to make sure it doesn't move. Aqua becomes the life of the party. Not a small task, considering their friends.

6. Do they have kids?

Canonverse/In general: Absolutely, eventually, and more than one. It would vary story to story how many, the sexes, and the ages, but they will have at least two.

Lost Masters:  I wasn't planning on it, but damn if I don't now want to rework the timeline.

Grass is Greener: "When are you guys going to have kids?" That question is the bane of their existence. "You've been together for a long time." "You'd be such great parents." There's a lot of pressure, but no baby and there's not going to be.

7. Do they have any traditions?

Canon-verse: Even though Eraqus's grave is near enough they pass by it regularly, they (and Ventus) have a yearly celebration of remembrance of his life where they gather by the gravesite and tell stories. Over time they even get comfortable enough to share negative memories. It's not disrespectful. It's remembering the whole man and learning every lesson he taught. Terra and Aqua also go all out decorating the castle for solstices, though Terra takes lead with jokes about how the one time Aqua changed the castle's decor on her own she went a little overboard. Each year picking a different world they went to separately to vacation at and re-experience together in peace.

Grass is Greener: Beach vacation every year. This is carried on from Aqua's family who used to rent a condo on the beach for the first week or so of July (or, when they got older, multiple condos, next door units so there was some pretense of supervision, Aqua, Xemnas, and Ansem sometimes getting to invite friends to come meet them/stay over for part of the time). Aqua and Terra usually do a shorter time because of schedules.  They also go all out for Halloween, turning most of the house into a haunted house for touring Halloween and the preceding or following weekend--and Aqua actually does most of the work on this, it's a grand creative project.  Ansem's for New Year's. The Dads' for Thanksgiving. Christmas tree hunting for all the households with the Dads, Ansem, and Xemnas.  Terra's family for Christmas Eve dinner and service, and then Xemnas's for Christmas because The Dads passed hosting on to him. 

8. What do they fight about?

 Canon/General: Projecting their own insecurities/sensitivities on to each other and expecting to hear things the other would never say. Take care of yourself statements twisted into assuming Aqua is worried about Terra falling prey to darkness again. Observations that everyone seems to be re-adjusting well to relatively normal/new normal life read as "Stay out of their lives and stop meddling, Aqua. You're what causes things to go wrong" 

Lost Masters: There's only the one fight planned. I don't know what smaller fights may be. Aqua handles being passed over for Master while Terra advances worse than Terra does when the opposite happens in canon. It doesn't help that Yensid takes her demands to be given another test right away badly. Terra tries to comfort her. It does not go well. 

Grass is Greener: Fight? They don't fight. They didn't fight when Terra was struggling even in his first semesters in med school (with what he wanted in life more than with the program itself, but there was a fair bit of both), confided it to Aqua, and she gently reminded him of what The Plan was--the plan that so much work and her fathers' money when someone lost some of their scholarships was put toward. They didn't fight when Aqua threw her side of The Plan out and decided it would be fun to be a teacher instead of following after Xemnas and going to law school. They didn't fight when Terra discarded more of The Plan after even more work, money, and time wasted, and started bartending of all things when even if he wasn't going to be a doctor there were so many other careers he could build. It's temporary, Aqua tells herself. He's happier, Aqua tells herself. So she's happy for him and she will not mention it and they will not fight. They don't fight over kids, or lack of kids even though that was on The Plan too that they should have one already--so they could space them out and also because Aqua had calculated the optimal age. They don't fight over money. They don't fight over hardly getting to see each other and how one or the other always seem to be late or make other plans when they do schedule off nights to be together. They just simply never argue. They are happy. Couple goals.

9. What would they do if they found their paring tag on tumblr? (If they have one)

General/Canon: They would first worry over who was watching them but then they'd get into pointing out cute art to each other and they may even write their own memoir to pass off as fanfic. It's uncomfortable how often they are the parents or aunt and uncle of the group--they aren't even completely comfortable being leaders like I said before, though they want to try their best--and even more awkward because the other Guardians of Light largely find it hilarious and tease them relentlessly. 

Lost Masters: If they find it while they are together, it's cute and a sign that everything will turn out alright. If they find it later, it's devastating for Terra, and ammunition for Dark Aqua 

Grass is Greener: Aqua doesn't really get a lot of the content but she likes how they seem to be popular, and she really likes her hair short. She should go back to wearing it short. Terra is into the fantasy anime vibes, and it's reassuring to think they may be together and in love in another universe. He thinks they are canon at least from how a lot of the tag is. It's validating.

10. Who cried at the end of Marley and me?

Neither, though they ended up talking about how Ventus definitely would have cried.

11. Who always wins at Mario kart?

Terra mostly. Aqua will have a well strategized/lucky race once in awhile though

12. One thing I like about this ship?

Even in the moments where they doubt or misunderstand each other or act stubborn, I feel like you can feel love, respect, and just the barest pining tinge even before everything goes wrong and it's cranked up. I'll break examples down when I get to games that include them on my replay I am sure. 

13. One thing I don’t like about the ship?

That they are treated as the default and even if you ship them with other people it has to be just for fun or an extra ship because at the end of the day everyone agrees with Terraqua. That's just a lowkey pet peeve though, and for “no reason” since, at the end of the day, I agree with Terraqua. 

I dislike the idea that they are "mom and dad" in a lot of people's eyes...in case I didn't give off that vibe already. Let them rest. Whether you see them are near 30 or as 18, they still deserve to just only be responsible for themselves. And, guess what, some of the kiddos have more life experience than them. 

14. The song I would say fits them?

You come into my house and keep asking me this question? Be gone with you!

15. Another headcanon about the paring? (Free space)

General: They adopt a bunch of animals. Since they are often on missions and not the most stable parents of even fur babies in the first years post KH3, this, in practice, consists of claiming animals on several worlds and visiting them every time they are there to spoil them and bring them gifts. Prince Eric's dog Max? Terra and Aqua's. Nemo and his father? Marlin resents the implication, but they are their fish. Thomas O'Malley the Alley Cat? You shouldn't be allowed to call yourself a pet owner when you also turn into a cat when you go to visit them, but, yes, he is part of the family.

Lost Masters: Instead of making large wayfinder charms, since it is just the two of them, Aqua makes smaller charms that hang from woven macrame bracelets that morph meaning as they get older. Terra continues to wear his up until "present." Aqua's comes with her even when she's a Nobody, but eventually gets confiscated by Ventus though it somehow ends up with Xigbar who doesn't hesitate to literally dangle the reminder of her human life over her. 

GiG: People tend to think Terra not Aqua is the one related to Xemnas and Ansem unless they specifically know better. Sometimes Terra goes along with this. He hasn't found a way to parlay this into some funny prank so far, but is on the look out for a way. Aqua doesn't see (or refuses to see) that Terra resembles Xem a little. Vehement denial is better for the sanity. 

*Lost Masters AU is the name for the canon divergence where Xehaqus eloped/ Xehanort chose love over power or darkness, and it changed everyone's fate--though fate still demanded both villains and heroes. Canon divergent post Xehanort's little jaunt to the future and spanning that time of Young Xehanort and Eraqus and up through the sage so far, though, you know, skipping around the years with different protags. Yeah, ambitious, but it would be so cool. I've decided I'm waiting until after I beat Melody of Memory to consider further whether I'm writing it or just posting a skeleton  in case we get some Radiant Garden/Ansem the Wise and apprentices/Kairi background I want to work in. Want to know more? Hit me up

**Grass is Greener is a modern au/soap opera-ish au created between me and Shaky. It's on both of our blogs, tagged Grass is Greener Verse.

#grass is greener verse #terraqua #the lost masters #snippets #terra #aqua #shaky-mayhemm

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AoS McKirk Recs

At the request of @fireinmywoods​ I’m finally getting around to making a McKirk rec post, which I’ve been wanting to do for a while. All these fics are McKirk endgame. This isn’t organized in any way whatsoever, and is also not a comprehensive list. I mostly just scrolled through my bookmarks and picked the things that weren’t outright porn. I always wish reccers would include their own notes along with the author’s summaries so... I did that. Hope y’all don’t mind. I’ll try not to be too spoilery, but I think it’s valuable to see what other fans like about a fic. Also, always heed the author’s notes, warnings, and tags. Definitely check out other fics by these authors, because I’m mostly not reccing a bunch by each person in order to keep this post slightly less long. And please consider leaving comments on the fics!

The palimpsest verse by fireinmywoods (series is 100k words)

Author’s summary (of the first fic in the series): “Skip to the point, Jim. The sooner you spit it out, the sooner I can refuse and get back to work.” “It’s really no big deal,” Jim says as the door slides closed behind them. “I just need you to come down to Hearth with us…as my husband.” The Enterprise has been sent to negotiate reaccession to the Federation with an isolationist religious group known as the Kindred. While there, Jim notices that some of the children seem to be gravely ill. The problem is, the Kindred practice faith healing and refuse to allow a doctor to be brought in. So Jim does what he does best: he improvises.

Gotta start with the gal whose fault this list is! When I read the first fic in this verse I was really at a low point in my McKirk obsession. This fic really brought me back into the fold in a big way. The whole series is just very very full of love. I ALMOST read one of the sequels first but thank god I heeded Em’s warnings to read palimpsest before reading the other fics. Seriously. You need to go into the thing unspoiled. Anyhow, if you want Jim and Bones way way super in love, for sure read this fic.(And listen, if you don’t want to read it because you hate fake marriage please read it anyway. I dislike fake marriage and I read it and loved it. Give it a shot, I beg you.)

Manhattan (Weeks Gone By) by blcwriter (8k words)

Author’s Summary: For the jim_and_bones St. Patrick’s Day challenge, because only I can turn a flash fic prompt into 8000 words. I haven't been able to stop listening to Frightened Rabbit’s “In Living Colour”  from their Winter of Mixed Drinks album as I was trying to figure out what I wanted to say for my next story, and then this challenge came along, and literal writer! is literal, so, there you go.The prompt was "Manhattan," and the boys wanted to be married in modern times and run a bar in the Village with the whole gang involved.  Non-happy-fun-times ensue before things sort of resolve.

I love a lot of blcwriter’s stuff, but this one is my favorite. It’s a modern day au, and Jim and Bones’s marriage is in trouble. It’s a really wonderful look at people in a long-term relationship struggling to keep it alive and wondering whether to just let it die.

Something so right by blcwriter (series is 13k words)

Author’s Summary (of the first fic in the series): "Don't say we aren't right for each other, the way I see it is.. we aren't right for anyone else."

Okay, I said I wouldn’t rec lots of things by one author and this is my one exception. I HAD to rec this one as well as Manhattan. An utterly fantastic modern day chef au. Jim and Bones knew each other at culinary school but now find each other again as real grown-ups. And the sequel is a Christmas fic! Also contains Jewish Jim, which I’m always a slut for.

That Monogamy Thing by silverlining99 (11k words)

Author’s Summary: Jim thought he was doing it RIGHT.

I also need to mention the fic The Thing About Realizing You Are In Love With Your Best Friend by JenTheSweetie because these two fics are so identical in premise I can only assume they were written for the same prompt. They’re both great, but I slightly prefer That Monogamy Thing, so it got top billing. Both fics are set during the five year mission, or at least they’re set on the Enterprise. Basically, Jim and Bones start sleeping together and Jim assumes they must be now in a Monogamous Relationship(TM) and gets with the monogamy program. Of course, at no point did anyone say they were in a monogamous relationship, so Bones is not on the same page, shall we say. It’s a classic “miscommunication causes delicious but short-lived angst” kinda vibe. You get it.

The Repairs verse by shinychimera and Yeomanrand (series is 69k words)

Authors’ Summary (of the first fic in the series):  Young Jim Kirk is unstable and self-destructive, Leonard McCoy is withdrawn and wary, and the obstacles to surviving their first term at Starfleet Academy are not easy to overcome. A dark and brutal tale of the tangled borders between healing and hurting, where hard choices between emotions and ethics have far-reaching consequences; dealing with abuse and alcoholism, affection and neglect, piercings and bar fights, hot and cold sex, complicated questions of consent, and loyalty and love between people who aren't comfortable with either. A whole new spin on "I want my pain, I need my pain."

This one is kinda...whump porn. Like, read the tags. JIm is suuuper messed up and traumatized but sometimes that’s what you need in a fic, yanno? It’s an Academy fic that deals heavily with Jim having been violently abused as a child, and him growing to trust Bones while also kind of learning how to be an adult, rather than living life as the abused child he’s spent so long being. The abuse in this fic was not sexual in nature, jsyk.

En Promenade by newsbypostcard (series is 86k words)

Author’s Summary: After three months of weekend bar-hopping and a slow process of elimination -- with finding the right bar, that was, and tragically not discovering who Bones was into -- Jim was starting to narrow it down.

A very cute Academy fic that nevertheless deals with a bit of heavy shit for both Jim and Bones. Starts out with Jim bound and determined to befriend Bones by... discovering the perfect bar for them to hang out in. Has a lot of really great exploration of Bones’s character, and he’s written in a really entertaining way.

Future Imperfect by Savoytruffle (50k words)

Author’s Summary: Leonard wins the kid in a hand of poker. A hand of poker he plays in the dirty back room of a dive bar in East Bumfuck, Iowa, two weeks after his humiliating divorce is finalized, and on the sixth day of a bourbon-fueled bender that’s somehow taken him from his high-rise loft in Atlanta to a fleabag motel in the middle of nowhere.

This fic is an Academy fic, but in a pretty dark universe. Maybe not Mirror Universe dark, but it’s one where slavery is practiced on Earth. Jim is, in this fic, Bones’s slave. Not in a sexy way. He’s part of an underclass of people who weren’t designer babies. Bones goes to the Academy and tries to become a Starfleet officer, accompanied by Jim, his newly acquired slave. They grow closer as they deal with their pasts, and I guess I should stop there for fear of spoiling too much. This one talks a lot about childhood sexual abuse, so be warned. The story overall though has a hopeful ending.

Let Me Come Home by yawnralphio (7k words)

Author’s Summary:  “Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.”

For someone who theoretically dislikes modern day AU’s, there are actually a fair few that I really really love, and this is one. Jim and Bones run a travel blog together and journey around the US in a van. It’s a really lovely mix of angst and romance.

The Switch series by Ceres_Libera (series is 269k words)

Author’s Summary (of the first fic in the series):  The life and times of Leonard H. McCoy MD/PhD … If Leonard McCoy's life could get any fucking weirder, it would be … Jesus, he didn't even want to think what that could possibly mean, because it's already been too fucking weird to make any kind of rational sense. A Starfleet Academy story, set in the ST:XI universe.

I don’t need any sass, people. I KNOW you’ve all read Switch, and I know you’re all tired of seeing it on rec lists and I don’t care. It’s famous for a reason! It’s not just long, it’s WONDERFUL. The big, epic Academy fic that kinda sets the Academy fic bar. Goes from Jim and Bones meeting all the way through the end of the 09 film. And that’s just the main fic. I really love that both Jim and Bones are depicted as realistically flawed people, especially earlier on in their acquaintance. Neither of them are angst sponges, they’re both just... kinda messed up dudes. But they’re good people who learn to love each other. Also I guess it’s technically slow burn?

The Greater Good by emiliglia (29k words)

Author’s Summary: Doctor Leonard McCoy thinks he's getting by, working as both a surgeon and a researcher at UCSF Medical Center. A chance encounter with Lieutenant Jim Kirk - who's changed since they first met five years before, and not for the better - forces Leonard to face reality about his own situation while trying to keep Jim from heading down the same path.

This is the only fic on here not on Ao3, as far as I can tell. Anyhow it’s modern day AU. Jim and Bones help themselves by helping each other and falling in looooove.

The aftershocks series by canistakahari (series is 30k words)

Author’s Summary: Jim Kirk turns down Pike’s challenge, and doesn’t get on the Starfleet recruiting shuttle. But neither does Leonard McCoy, who’s actually been in Iowa for six months already, doing fuck-all. Becoming drinking buddies seems like a natural progression.Sometimes the path to the stars is just a piece-of-shit dirt road. You know, the kind that’s filled with potholes and surrounded by brambles and conveniently happens to be located in the bottom of a ravine. But every once in a while, when confronted with such a twisted mess of circumstance and cracked foundation, the universe still does its very best to fill in the holes.

I haven’t read this in a long time, but I remember it being really good and kinda mindfucky. Not in a dark or stressful way, though. Jim and Bones don’t join Starfleet at all. I feel I shouldn’t say more because I don’t want to spoil things, but the tags should give you more information if you want some.

i think i’ll keep you (like a secret) by hoosierbitch (3k words)

Author’s Summary: Bones came to Starfleet with a hell of a lot of baggage. Jim came empty handed.

Some good ole Jim angst. Prominently featuring: Tarsus things! Allergic-to-everything Jim! Jim allowing himself to be vulnerable around Bones! All that good stuff. I just love me some vulnerability.

How Whales (Sorta) Brought Jim and Bones Together by highschool-facelesshellion (4k words)

Author’s Summary: For Leonard, first dates are flowers and small, homey restaurants where you talk quietly like you're sharing secrets with your potential girlfriend.They are not supposed to be at a table covered with aquarium maps and aquarium souvenirs. And they are certainly not supposed to be spent with a blond-haired, blue-eyed boy rambling about whales.(Or: Where Leonard is the only person that doesn't think Jim's too crazy for his whale obsession and Jim notices.)

Fairly goofy, slightly cracky remix of The Voyage Home (the one with the whales). It’s just silly and charming and I don’t know why I love the idea of Jim being a whale aficionado, but I really do. 

Any Road Will Take You There by shoreleave (63k words)

Author’s Summary: Slow-developing K/M, beginning right after the shuttle ride and showing what happens the first year at the Academy. Told from McCoy's POV.

This fic is verrrrry good. I know I have a lot of Academy fic on here, but please treat yourself and read this one. Shoreleave is really good at both plot and characterization. I really like this fic in part because it explores the root of Jim’s complete lack of trust in authority figures, while also showing just how dangerous that lack of trust can be for him.

Seeing Stars by lindmere (1k words)

Author’s Summary: Inspired by Chris Pine's wig in Bottle Shock. Jim sneaks into Riverside for an old-fashioned Fourth of July.

A very sweet, sort of domestic established relationship fic.

His Eyes are Opened by tresa_cho (21k words)

Author’s Summary: Lt Colonel Leonard McCoy thought his service days were over. After the Great War, he was ready to disappear into the sanctuary of anonymity, but the government had other plans. Strange men whisk him away from his comfortable existence to investigate an airship crash unlike anything the United States had ever seen before. The year is 1947. The location, Roswell, New Mexico.

Despite the summary saying ‘Great War’, this fic is clearly post WWII, so I think that must be a typo. There is a dearth of McKirk fic set in the forties, and hot damn does this fic ever hit the spot if that’s what you’re looking for. Usually fics that are set in modern times or earlier take out all the sci-fi elements of Star Trek, but not this one! Just a very well done fic with a unique premise.

Investigations by AceOfSpades (series is 93k words)

Author’s Summary: The first thing Jim noticed about McCoy, and what started him on this whole messy path, was that McCoy was just a little…off.

GOD DAMN I love this fic. It’s a Doom (2005) fusion, but you don’t need to know anything about Doom to get this fic. It might even help to not know anything about Doom. God knows I don’t and I adore this fic. Academy era, with Jim simultaneously befriending Bones and trying to solve the mystery of this weird Leonard McCoy guy. Theoretically we’re getting a sequel sometime, and it can’t come soon enough in my opinion. Never fear, though, the fic is complete as-is and has lovely closure. Really really really recommended!

The Galactic Adventures of Major Zeph by winterover (14k words)

Author’s Summary: Jim is a comic book nerd who’s finally found his one true sidekick. Leonard is a convention virgin who really needs a drink. There is only one bed left in San Diego.

Academy fic! For some reason I always love fics where Jim is into some kind of craft or art, or is just generally a nerd about something. This fic provides that twice: Jim is a comic book nerd as the summary says, but also really into cosplay. And Bones just happens to look like the sidekick of Jim’s favorite comic book character. Romantic hijinks ensue.

The Man Who Held Up Atlas by thalialunacy (7k words)

Author’s Summary: Five times Leonard McCoy fixed Jim Kirk’s back, and the one time he didn’t have to.

Really really lovely 5 plus 1 fic with reverse chronology. Starts with Jim and Bones as old old men and moves back in time from there, showing little snapshots of their relationship.

and i can lend you broken parts that might fit (like this) by jeyhawk (17k words)

Author’s Summary: Academy Era. First they fall into bed. Then they fall in love.

Funny and sweet. Nothing too heavy, just loads of Jim and Bones being wildly in love with each other. And sexytimes.

#mckirk #fic rec #star trek #aos #my post

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january - march fic recs

this might be a long one, so hold on for the ride! below are some of my favorite, favorite, favorite fics that i’ve read so far in 2019 - some are new works, some are tried and true ones that I always come back to for inspiration, and some just make my heart so happy, that they made it on this list! 

all authors are listed by their AO3 name but linked to their tumblr, if I could find it!

:: J A N U A R Y ::

honestly, such a busy month for me! i spent most of that month focused on school and working on my own fics, but after having a look at my history, these were the works that stood out as favorites!

like an endless summer by objectlesson 

Or, Louis is a riding instructor at a summer camp, and Harry is a fellow counselor who he’s been successfully managing his crush on for the last two summers. That is, until Harry shows up this year leveled up and lethal, and all Louis’s formerly perfected veneer of nonchalance melts like a popsicle in the sun. 

OKAY. This story is wonderful. I’m such a sucker for summer camp AU’s, and this one is so drawn out and well done. At 87k, it gets slow burn right without becoming boring. Sweet and sexy moments about facing fears and finding love with all your best friends around. I’m also here to rec the sequel palms reflecting in your eyes because YES.

hymns for restless stars by turnyourankle

Every Holiday season Louis has his pupils write down their Christmas wishes for class. He's read almost every wish under the sun, but one girl's wish takes him by surprise. It's for her uncle not to be alone anymore. It's not a wild wish by any means, but Louis had no idea that former teen idol Harry Styles was lonely in the first place.

this is such a sweet, sweet work that is so near and dear to my heart. It touches on some themes that I feel are downplayed by the fandom (but that rant is for another post, haha) so it was lovely to see it done so well. I just love the characterization and how the whole thing flows from beginning to end. It may be ~38k, but as a 25-chapter fic, I’d consider it an easy read over time, and a story I fully recommend. 

:: F E B R U A R Y ::

a firm believer and a warm receiver by objectlesson

a few months ago, Louis had his first heat. It was no big deal, aside from it being awkward and weird and all the other things it was supposed to be. He figured he would present as an omega, so he wasn’t exactly surprised or anything.

But then, last week, Harry had his first heat, too.

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Or, the omega/omega sleepover fic no one asked for but y'all really, really need.

so - i’m all about non-traditional pairings, and the ABO verse has been full of amazing ones! While this story is shorter than a lot of my recs (at ~ 11k) it is wonderful and the characterization of H and L is wonderful. Highly recommend this one for anyone who likes ABO.

leave your mark on me by fullonlarrie 

When Chef Harry Styles’ unbonded Omega designation threatens to derail his career, he does the only thing he can, and goes in search of a black market bond.

wow. okay. so this is one of those stories that - it just blows my mind that more people aren’t talking about how amazing this is! it weighs a bit more heavy on the oppressive realities of ABO for omegas, and i love falling into a version of ABO that I could really envision being an alternate reality. I love the style of it, and the pace is exactly what it needs to be. About 32 k, nice slow burn. (if you haven’t seen a theme, I love a good slow burn!)

from, your secret admirer by flicker_album

Or the one where Louis is Harry's Tumblr crush so he sends him secret admirer messages for Valentine's Day

I really love the idea of fanboys!H&L. I loved the real-world touches, and I think the prompt is so stinking cute! It’s a nice, light read. I thoroughly enjoyed the style and just the dialogue set. 

fugue by iwillpaintasongforlou

Harry falls asleep a 17 year-old who lives in Cheshire and is probably rockstar Louis Tomlinson's biggest fan. He wakes up 24 with a wedding ring on his finger, two kids, and Louis Tomlinson attempting to wake him up with a blow job. The doctor calls it organic retrograde amnesia, says he might never get back the last seven years of his life. The only thing that feels the same is how he feels when Louis touches him, and maybe that's enough to make him fall in love all over again

i really think of this fic a lot more than i’d care to admit. there are a few (in my opinion) classics in the fandom that I think everyone should read, and this is surely one of them. there’s the perfect blend of angst and falling in love, dolloped with domesticity, learning to trust each other again, smut, and happiness. i often get so lost in this work that I imagine it’s much longer than it really is (at 17k) but it’s enough to really sink your teeth into and get lost inside of. when i need to be filled up as a writer, these are the kind of works i go to - the ones that have stood the test of time and still are wonderful every single time I come back to them.

:: M A R C H ::

somewhere between a minute and a lifetime by dinosaursmate

“Is your passport definitely in your bag?” “It’s definitely there,” Harry huffed. “I’m not stupid.” “I never said you were, love. I’m just asking from experience.” “It happened once.” Louis pressed his lips together and wheeled his suitcase towards the front door. “And… you really aren’t wearing a plug? You swear?” Harry finally cracked a smile. “I swear.” --- Harry and Louis go on their first big holiday, and they have a few surprises for each other along the way.

so I recommend the whole series, but this third installment is surely my favorite, and the one I come back to. i love holiday fics, and there’s something about this spunky couple that has me following every single word the author has written. I love how witty Harry can be in this, and how nothing about their holiday is picture perfect. all to say - for a smut-centered fic, it knows how to balance an amazing plot and really keep me wanting more. it’s also a nice length at 20k, that I feel satisfied but not like i’ve been reading for forever. i’m really hoping a part four is on the way!

the second hand unwinds by fullonlarrie

Louis Tomlinson is one of the first members of NASA's top secret Chrono Exploration Program. When things go wrong and he's sent further back in time than planned, he has no other option than to show up on his ex-boyfriend's doorstep.

this story fucked me up in the best way possible!!! I really read it all in one go, set it aside, and came back to it. Skimmed for the parts i needed to read again, read the entire thing again, and since I read it, it always comes to mind as one of the first fics I’ll recommend out to someone. i already babbled about my adoration for this fic in the comments, so i’ll let you go see for yourself! it’s ~52k of pure gold.

tell me this is paradise by quickedween

Harry Styles has been lucky in love but unlucky in the bedroom with all of her previous boyfriends. When her best friend Niall finds out that she's never had an orgasm, she knows just what Harry needs: Louis Tomlinson. Niall sets Harry up to get sorted out.

if you asked me five weeks ago if i’d ever have a girl!direction fic in my list, I would’ve laughed. for some reason, i’ve never been able to fully immerse myself in the plot, really get into it. I just - I couldn’t take it seriously. until this. this fic rocked my entire world. it’s the shortest fic on my list at ~ 5k, so i’ve read it multiple times and would seriously recommend based off the characterization, amazing smut, and the fact that it turned me into a girl!direction believer. (AND it inspired me to go on a similar journey to the one Harry has - but that’s for a different post!) but thank you for converting me to girl!direction, quickedween!

like a siren in the night by whoknows

“There is an infestation in my home,” Louis hisses, righting himself quickly and pushing his way past Harry, heading directly for the kitchen. He’s rather haphazardly dressed himself, a coat thrown on over a loose flannel shirt and black pants, slippers on his feet.

Harry resists the urge to sigh, closing the door and trailing behind him slowly. “What kind of infestation?”

For all he knows, Louis is going to claim that there’s a ghost infestation. Harry has no idea what the end game is here – all he knows is that Louis has found at least three complaints a week to bring up since he’s been living on Harry’s property, and he’s been living here for six months.

It’s way too many fucking complaints, is what Harry is saying. Especially when most of them are ridiculous to start with.

oh, my heart. i love this fic so much. it’s ABO, and it has the perfect level of angst, love, and everything in between. i love the imperfect relationship between H and L - and i’m sure you will too! such a darling, sexy, and wonderful work! (~25k)

salt and the appetite by sadaveniren

Aka Harry, a popular BDSM blogger, writes a negative review about Louis’ club. Louis wants to have a chance to make it up to him.

so i’m a huge fan of anything sada writes, but the no control club series itself is so amazing! i always come back to it for something that I know won’t let me down, that is steamy and perfect! this work that starts off the series is 14k of smut and all sorts of fun, sexy stuff that H and L get up to. if you haven’t already read it, you must be living under a rock. go check it out!

so, that’s the list! thank you to @sadaveniren, @becomeawendybird, @fullonlarrie, @dinosaursmate, @canonlarry, @flicker-album, @horsegirlharry, and @turnyourankle for writing such masterpieces! stay tuned for my next rec list! if you survived reading this entire post, you deserve a medal

#fic rec #rec list #2019 recs #ao3 #larry fic #larry fic rec #larry smut #warmcuppatea recs

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baby, it’s cold outside - day three

(for my “season of shipping” giveaway)

Ship: Steve/Natasha Rating: PG-13 Word Count: ~1,400 Prompt: “Romanogers + suburb 'verse + Sarah's Christmas ballet recital” + this photo

For: @steph21108

Set in the suburb ‘verse.

Read on: [ ao3 ]

He knows it’s his mom at the door without having to glance out the kitchen window. There’s no way Nick would’ve let Sarah answer the door otherwise, for starters, and really, Grandma is the only person Sarah ever gets this excited to see. Maybe other than Sharon, who’s already standing beside him at the island, giggling into her mug of hot cocoa.

“You made it!”

Sarah’s excited peel of laughter echoes through the air, bouncing off of the hardwood floors and wider space of the living room. Renovations to the house hit a little bit of a snag about a month in, and for a second, they didn’t think things would be done in time for the holidays. And even then, they’d only barely made it. Half of their stuff is still in boxes in their storage unit, and because Sarah’s recital is this weekend, they’d put off having their new couch and shelves and entertainment stand delivered until Monday. Their living is almost entirely bare except for their Christmas tree; even their presents hadn’t made it over yet, still stacked in the corner of Bucky’s guest bedroom, where the three of them and Dodger had crashed while the house was being expanded. The guy swears he loved having them over, but Steve is sure he’ll be glad to have his house back to himself, too.

Especially now that Wanda’s moved in with him.

(Yeah, that took a second to get used to, and of course he’d given Bucky a little shit about dating his daughter’s babysitter. But he’s happy for them.)

“She’s so happy,” Sharon laughs, and Steve grins, because, yeah. Sarah has always been bubbly and bright, and of course she’s happy that everyone is over, and she’s anxious about her recital tonight. But it’s more than that. She’s thrilled, practically buzzing with excitement, and she probably won’t last a few more minutes before blurting out why.

“That’s because she’s the princess to everyone in this house right now and she knows it,” Bucky points out, grinning, and Steve chuckles. There’s no arguing that.

Sharon opens her mouth to say something, but then padded footsteps make their way across the hardwood, right for the kitchen, and he looks over his shoulder in time to see Sarah bursting into the kitchen. She has a wide smile on her face, her red, tulle skirt flying all around her as she bounds right for them. He’d half-expected some of that energy of hers to fade as she got older, as it does with most kids, and he’s really fucking relieved that this wasn’t the case. Sure, she’s absolutely matured, and she’s calmed down in a lot of ways. But she’s still the same bubbly, bouncing little girl at nine that she was at six in a lot of ways, too, and maybe it’s selfish, but he doesn’t ever want that to change.

“Look what Grandma brought me, Daddy,” she announces, holding the nutcracker ornament up by its string so he can see.

“That’s awesome, princess,” he says, his hand instinctively moving to ruffle her hair, but she leans away before he can touch her perfect bun, narrowing her eyes playfully. It’s crazy, how much she’s picked up from Nat. “Sorry, sorry,” he laughs, holding his hands up as if .in surrender, and she grins at him as she shakes her head. “Want to put it up?”

“Yeah,” she replies, taking his hand and spinning on the points of her toes, guiding them out of the kitchen.

And it’s kind of ridiculous, really, the way his heart skips in his chest when he sees Natasha laughing with his mom, the two of them still standing in the foyer. Fuck, she’s beautiful. He’s always known this, but even after almost two years together, he still gets this giddy sort of warmth in his chest when he sees her. Especially right now, with her cheeks a little flushed and her hair piled elegantly atop her head and her scarlet red dress draping off of her shoulders, exposing the long dip of her shoulders, the delicate curve of her neck, coming together at her tiny waist and falling away to tease the creamy skin of her thighs. She pushes her hair from her face, her ring glinting in the evening light.

He'd known what dress she was wearing tonight, of course, but she was still getting ready when Nick, May, and Peter arrived, and this is the first time he’s seeing her in it.

(He loves it, but he’s pretty certain he’ll love getting her out of it a little more.)

“Eyes up here, darling,” Natasha teases as he reaches her, tapping his chin up with her fingers. In a staged whisper, she adds, “Don’t check me out in front of your mother.”

“Too late for that,” his mother mumbles with a playful roll of her eyes, and Steve chuckles, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She touches his jaw, giving it a playful pinch, and then she’s taking Sarah’s hand and saying something that Steve doesn’t catch as they head toward the tree.

He slides his hands over her hips, draws her to his chest, and she sighs, her body melting against his as he brushes his lips over hers in a teasing, feather-light kiss. “Hi.”

He chuckles. “Hi yourself.” He slides one hand up, curls his fingers and drags his knuckles up her spine, along the soft expanse of skin exposed by the dip in the back of her dress. Her eyelashes flutter, her lips parting ever so slightly – and then he lightly squeezes her ribs and she yelps and flinches away, glaring half-heartedly.

“Wow, this place has an echo,” Peter marvels, glancing around the wide, empty space of the living room. Steve looks over at where he, Wanda, May, and Nick are across the room, his lips twitching in amusement at the sight of them lounging in the bean-bag chairs Sarah dragged over from her room and the den.

“That might be a problem when you two are trying not to wake Sarah,” Bucky mutters as he passes them, laughing when Sharon (gently) elbows his ribs in warning.

Across the room, Sarah stretches on the points of her toes and loops the string of the nutcracker onto a branch, then carefully fluffs the pines out with her fingers until it’s resting just so. He knows Natasha’s watching this, too, because she’s got this little smile on her face when Steve glances at her. She winks, pulling from his arms and walking over to Sarah. She drops a kiss atop Sarah’s head, leans in to whisper something into her ear, and Sarah glances over her shoulder to smile a bright, beautiful smile up at Nat.

Fuck. He loves these two so, so much, and he didn’t think he’d ever want anything as much as he wants them. But he was wrong.

“It turned out nice and all, but did you really need even more space?” Nick asks, one eyebrow arched, and Steve wonders if he imagines the knowing tone to his voice.

“Last I checked, kids need a lot of space,” Steve says, and Sarah puts her hand over her mouth, giggling.

“Last I checked, you only have one of those,” Wanda points out, gently scratching behind Dodger’s ear as he sleeps on her lap.

“Not for long,” Natasha quips. Sarah’s eyes snap onto hers, her gaze wide and her smile wider, and the room goes completely quiet. Natasha’s lips pull at the corner and she shrugs her shoulders cutely, not unlike Sarah does almost all the time, and May practically sputters out “what?” from behind her wine glass. Natasha’s smile widens.

“Nat’s pregnant!” Sarah exclaims, her voice chiming like bells as it echoes through the room, and Steve laughs, pulling Nat to his chest by her hip and kissing her temple.

“Sarah,” Natasha laughs. “Today was supposed to be about you.”

“I don’t mind sharing,” Sarah says, wrapping her arms around Natasha’s, too, and giving her a gentle squeeze, and Steve feels his chest squeeze. “As a big sister, I’ll have to get used to it anyway, right?”

Everyone laughs, and then they’re talking all at once, exclaiming their congratulations and chattering excitedly. Everyone crowds around Nat to hug her, which is a little awkward to do considering he still got his arm around her.

But, as he meets her gaze, Sarah’s hand tightening around his where it’s resting over Nat’s stomach, he decides that he doesn’t ever plan on letting go.

#romanogers #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #chanty writes #chanty's holiday 2018 #steph21108 #suburb 'verse

[worryinglyinnocent]

The Real Housewives of Storybrooke

A ficlet series based on this premise here, following the lives of Storybrooke’s elite wives, with all the scandal, bitching and backstabbing that goes on behind the scenes of high society…

This verse is open for prompts!

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[Part One][Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Part Five] [AO3]

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BELLE

It was late on Sunday morning when Belle opened her eyes to bright sunlight streaming in through the cabin’s bedroom window, and she had to smile at having been so thoroughly tired out the previous day. She and Cameron were certainly making the most of their weekend without Bae, and although Belle loved her stepson as if he were her own, it had been nice to have some time alone to revisit the insatiable appetites for each other that they’d had just after they began their relationship.

The bedroom door opened, and Belle turned over to see Cam entering with a breakfast tray, his robe cinched loosely and showing a delicious sliver of chest. She licked her lips, and he raised an eyebrow.

“Somehow I don’t think that’s in anticipation of the French toast.”

“Well, I’m sure that the French toast will taste wonderful, and after yesterday I think I need to keep my strength up.” She ached, but it was a pleasant ache, the type caused by a day of rediscovering everything that she adored about her husband’s body. “But you’re correct. There are other things on the menu that I’m rather excited to sample.”

Cam handed over the tray before getting back into bed beside her and snagging a strawberry off her plate.

“Hey, get your own!”

Cam just grinned at her and took another berry. “You love me really.”

“Yes, I do, that’s the entire problem.” She continued to eat, feeding bites to Cam as she went along. Once she was done, she rested her hands on her stomach with a satisfied little grunt and gave a giggle as she came to a realisation.

Cam gave her a look over the top of his coffee cup. “What’s tickled your fancy?”

“You, hopefully, soon enough.”

“Minx.”

“You love me really.”

“That, my dear, is the entire problem.” He leaned over and kissed her, licking the sweet syrup off her lips, and Belle sighed with happiness as she pulled away.

“I’d just realised that this is the first time all weekend that I’ve actually thought about getting pregnant.”

“Considering what we’ve been doing all weekend, I consider that to be something close to a miracle.”

Belle laughed. “Well, it’s made me hopeful. Mrs Potts said that she was sure that something would happen as soon as I stopped worrying about trying to make a baby and just started enjoying being with you again. And even now that I’m thinking about it, I’m not stressed about it. Even if nothing happens as a result of this weekend, I’m hardly likely to regret this, am I?”

“Well, I’m certainly not going to.” Cam slipped his robe off and kicked it out from between the covers. “Do you think I can make you forget all about getting pregnant again?”

Belle laughed, welcoming him into her arms with a deep, fierce kiss.

“Let’s see if we can do that, shall we?”

X

Later on, whilst Cam was still dozing, Belle slipped out of bed and grabbed his robe, tiptoeing through the cabin to stand on the deck outside, overlooking the river that flowed at the back of the property. It had been a wonderful weekend and it wasn’t over yet. Idly she wondered how Bae and Emma were getting on with their revision sessions. Exams started next week, but then there would be a glorious summer stretched out in front of them, and Belle couldn’t wait. Tilly had already booked herself in for a visit to her godfather, and by proxy Robyn. No matter what happened biologically as a result of this little love-nest, there was so much in the future to look forward to.

And maybe Mrs Potts’ words would ring true after all. Belle made the mental promise to herself that she would not buy a new pregnancy test this month. If it happened, it happened, but for now, she didn’t want any doubts clouding this moment of bliss.

She felt arms come around her and Cam’s mouth press a kiss to her neck.

“Fancy a dip before dinner?”

Belle unfastened the robe and made to slip it off her shoulders. “I can’t think of anything I’d like more.”

X

REGINA

Roland’s birthday party at the aquarium had been an unmitigated success, although incredibly exhausting. Still, seeing all the children leave with their party favour bags and smiles on their faces made it worthwhile in the end.

Robin came over with a paper cup of coffee from the cafeteria just as the last guest was picked up and left the carpark.

“You know, I love Roland but I’m very glad he only has a birthday once a year,” he said.

“Yes. It’s like Christmas. It happens so infrequently that you block out all the memories of the last one and make all the same mistakes again. And also, because it’s only once a year, you go overboard to make up for the fact he has to wait another twelve whole months for the next party.”

Robin just looked at her with a raised eyebrow and Regina laughed. “Ok. I go overboard.”

“You do. But I’m very grateful that you do. I would never be able to handle something like this on my own.”

He slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss. Roland, sitting in the entrance area re-enacting Baywatch with plastic dolphins, looked up for a moment and then returned to his game, uninterested in what the grown-ups were doing.

Regina smiled. “Thanks for putting up with my exuberance.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Their moment was cut short by Regina’s phone ringing and she heaved a sigh, fishing it out of her coat pocket. Robin looked at the phone and then up at Regina.

“Is there a reason why you brought your work phone to the aquarium with you?” There was nothing accusatory in his tone, but Regina herself had admitted often enough to bringing her work home with her more than she should, and she’d enlisted his help to try and get her back on the straight and narrow.

“No. Just habit I suppose.” She looked at the caller and grimaced.

“Who is it?”

“Fiona,” Regina muttered darkly. She went to answer the call, but Robin closed his hand over hers.

“It’s a Sunday. Whatever it is can wait until you see her tomorrow. Nothing can be so important that she needs to interrupt your weekend.”

“Unfortunately, your definition of important and Fiona’s don’t always match up, and if I don’t answer now I’ll just spend all evening wondering what it is she wants to talk about. Best to get it over and done with now.”

She answered the call just before it cut to voicemail. Since Fiona was nominally her superior, she would normally put on a bright and polite telephone voice when she dealt with her, but today her greeting was a flat ‘what’.

“No hello, Regina dear? I do hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“Well, now that you mention it…”

“Oh yes, I forgot, it’s little Ronald’s birthday today, isn’t it?”

“Roland, and yes, so if we could wrap this up sharpish so that I can get back to that, which is something I’d much rather be doing than talking to you, I’d be much obliged.”

“Of course, of course. I was only calling to warn you that Belfrey Developments are coming in to discuss their new planning proposal tomorrow morning. It’s a bit last minute, but everything only got pushed through yesterday.”

“What? I thought we’d blocked their planning proposals!” In fact, Regina knew that the council had blocked Belfrey Development’s plans to build over 100 new homes on Storybrooke’s rapidly diminishing green space because she’d headed up the blocking campaign herself.

“Yes, I know, you did a wonderful job on it, darling, but there are powers higher than us at work here.”

“You mean they bribed the head of the council.”

“Now, now, Regina.” Fiona tsk-ed down the phone and Regina really wished that she was in the office at that moment so that she could throw something at her colleague. “Don’t be so cynical. I’ve seen their new proposals and you know, they really would be bringing a lot of benefit to the community.”

“So, they bribed you as well as the head of the council.”

Fiona’s honeyed tone changed.

“I was simply ringing to inform you,” she snapped before hanging up.

Regina smiled. “Well, that got rid of her, but I hate dealing with Victoria Belfrey. Why the blazes couldn’t she stay tearing up Seattle instead of spreading her wings across the country? Is she determined not to stop until there’s not a single blade of grass left in America?”

“Quite possibly.” Robin put an arm around her, guiding her towards the aquarium doors and calling for Roland to follow them. He packed up his dolphins in the blink of an eye and came over, grabbing Regina’s hand and beginning to babble on about how brilliant his party had been, especially the dolphin show, culminating in a heartfelt ‘thank you Regina!’ that made all the stress of hosting the event completely worth it.

Maybe it was time to leave the world of local government behind and go into high-end party-planning as a living. Before she did that though, she was going to have to get through a meeting with Fiona Ebony and Victoria Belfrey. Regina was absolutely not looking forward to Monday.

#rumbelle fic #rumbelle #outlaw queen #Belle French #Regina Mills #Mr Gold #Robin Hood #Series: The Real Housewives of Storybrooke #Is that the vaguest semblance of plot I see on the horizon?

[faery-snow]

MERRY CHRISTMAS! :) Thank you so much for answering my question

Thank you so much!

I would and HAVE considered adding oneshots to the “Overcome” storyline/universe. I’ve added an omake chapter and have several others in the pipeline. Sorry my update schedule is slow!

Traumatized/abused Gray fics:

Make the Yuletide Gayest - Gray’s traumas have caused him to stop speaking. A spell gone wrong forces him to face his past when he least expects it.

Your Arms - Gray is worried about Natsu’s flippant attitude toward Zeref and slips into old patterns of self-harm.

Easy - Gray deals with non-consensual touching regularly. He hates it, but thinks it’s normal. Natsu thinks otherwise.

Hiding - Gray and Natsu are both rape survivors. When Natsu gets triggered, Gray knows there’s nothing he can do.

Overcome-based fic with Freed as a rape survivor:

When He Wants To - Laxus discovers Freed fears touch, and forges new ways to love him, if only Freed can learn to believe it.

Overcome is set in a larger world of stories dealing with abusive pasts in general. While Gray’s abuse isn’t the focus in some, it’s always referenced, as well as the abusive pasts of others.

Chronologically:

The Love of Rivals - Gray loves Natsu and hates how vulnerable it makes him--until he nearly kills Natsu on accident. I wanted a lower rating, so Gray’s abuse is on side; if you’ve read Overcome, things he thinks and says will make a lot more sense.

Overcome * - the fic that started it all.

Last Place to Find Home, Part I - Laxus’s internalized homophobia gets between him and the man he secretly loves, nearly pushing Freed away from him forever. 

Last Place to Find Home, Part II - Ivan’s reappearance forces Laxus to deal with his PTSD at childhood abuse, while he and Freed have lots of love but bad communication. (Ongoing.)

Demons of the Earth - Natsu is guildmaster, and he and Gray have a daughter with PTSD. An older Fairy Tail faces new dangers, coping with their fears and traumas as best as time has taught them. (Ongoing.)

More will be added--this is my main series.

Since abuse is a big topic for me, I have fics dealing with rape, self-harm, verbally abusive partners, etc. with other FT characters:

Look Like Death - Despite Sting’s love, Rogue hits rock bottom and attempts suicide.

Click - Gray has a secretly fucked-up family and Natsu’s childhood involved getting in fights and being beaten up often. They don’t think they deserve each other, but they’ll go for it anyway. (Ongoing.)

Fifty Shades Freed - Freed is willing to be tortured for Laxus’s sake.

I Can’t - Lucy’s ex was an abusive genderqueer person, and so she’s afraid to be anything but female--even though she doesn’t feel like ‘she.’ Her girlfriend Levy and best friends Freed and Laxus try to help her feel free. (Ongoing.)

Memories - Erik doesn’t like remembering his childhood in the Tower. But when he overhears Jellal’s tortured memories, his perspective changes.

Shouts and Groans - Rogue was beaten almost to death because of his gender. A storm prompts a panic attack; Sting tries to comfort him.

I hope that helps! I’m glad you’re excited about additions to Overcome. It’s my baby, and I love writing new stories for that Gray and Natsu. ^_^

[heytheredeann]

25 days of Swanfire fic-mas

Prompt: Christmas cards. Canon divergence, a fluffy verse in which nobody died, everyone is happy and everything is cute and fine. Because I need it.

“This is horribly unfair,” Emma states, holding up a card sporting an obscenely good drawing of Santa Claus.

“Come on, you are good at other things,” Neal offers, although his smug grin says a lot about how much he’s enjoying this getting under her skin. “Plus, technically I’ve had centuries of practice.”

Emma highly doubts that his time on Neverland counts, considering that there he was carving drawings in a cave using damn rocks, but that excuse gets even lamer when you look at Henry’s work.

“Henry is thirteen,” she points out, holding up a Rudolph card that isn’t exactly on Neal’s level but is very good, especially from the point of view of someone who can barely draw a stick figure on a good day. “It’s all inborn talent, you two are ridiculously good.”

“He said he used to draw a lot when he was little,” Neal points out, without raising his eyes on her because he’s busy perfecting another Rudolph. Burning jealously aside, Emma is happy that he’s having fun with this. “Regina has a whole drawer of those.”

“I’ll ask her to show me, then,” she replies, a note of bitterness in her voice. Although Henry seems to have completely forgiven her for abandoning him, some days it still stings to be reminded that there are a lot of things that she missed out on, such as collecting childhood drawings. Had she been there, maybe she would have put some of them on the fridge or something.

She sits down, grabbing a pen to do her part of the work: since she’s, as previously stated, useless when it comes to drawing, she has been tasked with writing “Merry Christmas” on all of them, in the fanciest handwriting she can manage.

All this because Mary Margaret loves Christmas cards – something about a lovely thought, spreading positivity and all that –, and she’s going to be very disappointed if they don’t send out any. Even though they all live in the same city and they will gather to celebrate.

“Come on, it was this or the family pictures,” Neal reminds her, with a friendly pat on the back.

[More on Ao3]

#swanfire #swanthief #swanfire ff #ouat ff #25 days of fic mas #not spn #my fanfic #neal x emma #ouat #otp: almost home

[dailygermancest]

Hello! I would like to ask if you have any well written Germancest fanfictions to suggest. I've already read all the ones by PrinceOfElsinore, Lilienpasse (did I spell that right?) drcalvin and iruhe. Please help? Thanks so much!

This ask has been sitting in my inbox for so long and I’m so sorry that I’m just getting to it. I had to consult with my Germancest Council to amass this list.

I’ll also be adding this list (and updating it!) to a sidebar link.

Note: Read anything by:

Iruhe

RatFlavored

Prince_of_Elsinore

Lilienpasse

Lynne_monstr

Germanbrothers

Dorkery

drcalvin

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A Second Chance by Iruhe

Status: Complete

Rating: M

Summary: It is the Golden Twenties in Berlin. One fateful day, Gilbert approaches his brother, who he has not seen in the past decade, for help in apprehending his lover’s murderer. However, emotional baggage exists between the brothers. Ludwig has unresolved feelings for Gilbert, who remains conflicted about his relationship with his brother. Will they reconcile as the murderer draws ever nearer, or will it all fall apart? Inspired by Babylon Berlin.

Whatever the fuck she wants to call it by RatFlavored

Status: Complete

Rating: M

Summary: Ludwig goes on chatroulette and encounters someone unexpected.

A Winter Story by Prince_of_Elsinore

Status: Ongoing

Rating: None

Summary: Their parents’ impending divorce forces Ludwig to spend Christmas alone with his brother Gilbert, who has moved from Brooklyn to rural New England to keep chickens and write. Ludwig doesn’t understand his brother’s choices and feels they’ve drifted apart; but maybe they have more in common than he thought.

Apples to Apples by lynne_monstr

Status: Complete

Rating: T

Summary: The day was going exactly according to schedule until Gilbert started eating that apple.

Berlin by ZaliaChimera

Status: Complete

Rating: M

Summary: Berlin, a city divided between Babylon and Rome, and the slow descent towards darkness.

Black Hearted Love by TheOtherSarahJane

Status: Complete

Rating: E

Summary: Gilbert gives Ludwig his first blowjob. Shameless PWP.

Blut und Tränen by BillywickStatus: IncompleteRating: MSummary: There's something wrong with his brother, but Ludwig can't put his finger on it. What dark secret won't Gilbert share with him? And why is the world suddenly afraid of Germany again? Is everyone going nuts? (in which for once, there's nothing wrong with Gil but Ludwig is otherwise convinced)

Cigarettes and Silk Stockings by dorkery

Status: Complete

Rating: M

It wasn't that he couldn't see her, it was that he couldn't see her.Part of the fem!Prussia history arc, in which Germany discovers his libido around Prussia post-reunification.

Cheat Code by lynne_monstr

Status: Complete

Rating: E

Summary: When Prussia gets the idea to help Germany de-stress by playing a round of video games, Germany gets an idea of his own and they end up playing an entirely different game.

Count the hours, little flower by dorkery

Status: Complete

Rating: E

Summary: Letting a blossoming young woman who had just discovered her sexuality into his bed was not the smartest thing Prussia could have done.

Das Rote Dreieck by Prince_of_Elsinore

Status: Discontinued

Rating: None

Summary: “You know where you are with triangles. And you know you’re not going anywhere.” One is a political prisoner at Sachsenhausen concentration camp. The other is a camp administrator. One year after they meet, their positions have changed considerably.

Die Kreuze auf dem Kissen by drcalvin

Status: Complete

Rating: E

Summary: Over the course of a year, Germany’s feelings for Prussia goes from brotherly to something more disturbing. But when his brother refuses to be possessed, Germany might have to give up control to get his desires.

Die Träumer by Prince_of_Elsinore

Status: Complete

Rating: D

Summary: “He sometimes wondered how things might have been different, how his relationship with Gilbert might be different, if their parents had stayed together.” Modern day human Germancest AU in Berlin. The city is changing, and so is the relationship of two estranged brothers.

Dynamo by germanbrothers

Status: Complete

Rating: T

Summary: Ludwig is the Captain of the Berlin Badgers, a professional Quidditch team. And as such, he does not have time to coach random strangers who approach him in bars. Unless, of course, those strangers happen to have an extraordinary amount of talent.

Hey Baby, Do You Want to Touch My...Missiles? by dorkery

Status: Complete

Rating: M

Summary: Mm yeah, that's just how the GDR rolls, baby.Filled for the Hetalia Kink Meme. Original request: "Prussia/Germany - Seduction: Cold War. While at a meeting, East Germany begins seducing West Germany in the hall, telling him to come over to the 'fun side' of the Iron Curtain. West Germany is completely into his former brother's dirty talk until his allies come looking for him.

Hidden Depths by lynne_monstr

Status: Complete

Rating: T

Summary: The background image on Germany’s laptop as been changed.

Inadvertent Misdemeanors by lilien passe (lilienpasse)

Status: Ongoing

Rating: M

Summary: Harried med-student Gilbert is awoken one night by a clumsy burglar. He rushes to the defense of his ancient television, only to find that the intruder is less a burglar and more an incredibly lost drunk. Gil/Lutz and others. Thank tumblr for the breaking and entering AU prompt.

Jitters by lilien passe (lilienpasse)

Status: Complete

Rating: T

Summary: It's the day of his wedding, and Gilbert is a complete mess. Best man Elizaveta has her hands full trying to keep him calm. Gilutz.

My Manipulated Misfortune by CreamPuffBunny

Status: Complete

Rating: M

Summary: Ludwig is a young doctor at a human testing facility. He meets a patient named Gilbert and is assigned to him. Upon seeing the dark acts that go on behind closed doors, Ludwig will have to make a choice between his career or his humanity.

Obsession by Prince_of_Elsinore

Status: Complete

Rating: E

Summary: Ludwig Beilschmidt is happy to be attending the same university as his lifelong companion, best friend, and older brother, Gilbert. But as college experiences start expanding Ludwig's horizons, his perceptions of himself--and his brother--begin to change in unusual ways. How much can the brothers' bond withstand, though? Just when they seem closer than ever, so much threatens to force them apart…

October Twenty Fourth by lilien passe (lilienpasse)

Status: Complete

Rating: T

Summary: Gilbert is in the hospital. Ludwig visits him every day. As Gilbert slowly succumbs to his illness, he begins to lose his grip on reality, and Ludwig begins to lose all hope. Gil/Lutz.

Oh Happy Apple, This is Thy Sheath by lynne_monstr

Status: Complete

Rating: T

Summary: This certainly wasn’t what he expected from a routine trip to the market.

Re_Born by KivaEmber

Status: Incomplete

Rating: T

Summary: Prussia disappeared with his nation - and woke up in limbo.

Scrapbook by KivaEmber

Status: Incomplete

Rating: T

Summary: Collection of Re_Born universe drabbles.

Tempus Vernum by CreamPuffBunny

Status: Complete

Rating: M

Summary: A mystical war between fairy kind is soon to erupt. Ludwig, a human monk belonging to the ‘Order of Nature’, is one of the very few who can see actual fairies. After a chance meeting with Gilbert, a Winter Elemental Fairy and mischievous rogue, Ludwig is trapped in the fairy realm acting as a human delegate between the warring courts of Light King Roderich and Dark King Arthur. Instantly attracted to Gilbert, the two form a secret (but dangerous) relationship that is considered a taboo among fairy kind. But Ludwig is not the only being who has their eyes set on Gilbert. With the battle of Light verses Dark coming to a head, will Ludwig be able to bring about peace and save Gilbert? Will he keep Gilbert for himself in the human world or give up that right to become of the fairy folk?

The Last Days of the Beilschmidts: the true account told through original documents by Prince_of_Elsinore

Status: Hiatus

Rating: T

Summary: In 1932, the Beilschmidt residence burned to the ground and its last resident vanished without a trace. Newly uncovered documents reveal the incredible story of the final months of the house of Beilschmidt, and the mysterious stranger who came to stay.

Two Litres of Tesco’s Finest by ZaliaChimera

Status: Complete

Rating: T

Summary: England's sleep is interrupted by the very inconsiderate nations in the room next door and he is forced into a rather illuminating conversation with his oldest acquaintance.

Note: GerPru is the side pairing.

Submission by Prince_of_Elsinore

Status: Ongoing

Rating: E

Summary: Sequel to “Obsession.” AU. Ludwig and Gilbert Beilschmidt are normal brothers. Close, but normal. At least, that’s what they pretend. But they share a secret that could destroy their family, friendships, reputations, and even their relationship with each other. And trying to keep up the façade of normalcy every day takes a toll. How much can their love for each other withstand?

The Black and they Grey by TianShan

Status: Complete

Rating: E

Summary: “Summer 1992. America calls Prussia with an interesting idea for his upcoming visit to America's house with Germany. Prussia comes up with an interesting way to pitch it to Germany. Germany has a headache.

Germany's headache goes away by the end of it.

Basically 25 pages of Germancest. Dom!Prussia, Sub!Germany, leather boots, riding crops, iron crosses, and, hey, the internet is for porn, right? (I tried to make Prussia go to the gulag. Prussia did not want to go to the gulag. Prussia wanted to sexually dominate Germany. Can't blame him.)”

The Inspector's Insects by Prince_of_Elsinore

Status: Complete

Rating: None

Summary: "Something is creeping up the stairs, creeping, crawling, through your hairs, and up your neck and over your chin: close your lips, don't let it in. There's no use in running away when the Inspector comes to play." Your best hope is to act Dead.

The Prince and His King by TheOtherSarahJane

Status: Complete

Rating: G

Summary: During Gilbert’s yearly excursion into the attic, he stumble across some mementos from Ludwig’s childhood.

For the hour-long writing challenge held by germanbrothers on tumblr back in April.

The Way The World Works by dorkery

Status: Complete

Rating: M

Summary:Filled for the Hetalia Kink Meme. Original request: "Germany gets busier and Prussia does what he can."

This is NOT how we do things around here by dorkery

Status: Complete

Rating: E

Summary: Do you know what Germany likes?Breasts.

Underlying Assets by lynne_monstr

Status: Complete

Rating: E

Summary: Germany had always prided himself on being a responsible leader and nation. Except now all he can think about is the racy lingerie hiding under Prussia’s suit. He was going to kill Prussia. Just as soon as he took care of more important matters.De-anon from the kink meme.

Weight Room Etiquette by lynne_monstr

Status: Ongoing

Rating: M

Summary: Prussia can barely move after a heavy weightlifting session and Germany takes full advantage. But tired or not, Prussia isn't one to make anything easy. (Or: Prussia and Germany at the gym. On the floor. On the mats. On the weightlifting benches.)Now with added car sex.And more!

White Crimson by CreamPuffBunny

Status: Complete

Rating: M

Summary: Guilty of heresy, former knight Gilbert is arrested for leading a rebel army against the king’s new religious order. Ludwig, a retired soldier and nihilist, is the executioner set to carry out the death of the beloved heresiarch. While the trials take a long time to prepare, the two men begin to grow closer to one another and their ideals start to change.

[neverendingsourceofmystery]

On the First Day of Christmas|| Cobert

This is for the anon who wanted Cobert and decorating and also to my mom @dreamofragtime who is the sweetest and loveliest human 💕💕

This is set in the Collide verse

Find cute prompts here.

On the First Day of Christmas| Cobert| Collide Verse

*****

It was December 1.

It was literally the first of December, yet here was his lovely girlfriend, dragging him around Notting Hill, going from store to store just so they could buy all of the Christmas decorations she did not already have. It was cold, bloody freezing actually, and if he was just honest, he’d tell her that he’d really rather not be here as Christmas is literally weeks away.

Of course, he was not a stupid man, and he was not about to tell his girlfriend that. They might only be dating for a little less than three months, and he might not have known how his girlfriend was a Christmas fiend, he was smart enough know that a comment like that would not go down well.

Besides, this would help him gauge whether it would be right to ask her to come with him to the Abbey for Christmas. After all, he wasn’t sure if she was going back home to New York for the holidays, or if she was staying. Either way, maybe letting her run around Notting Hill would give him a better head start on that conversation.

He watched her now, as she stood by the shelves that held the Christmas baubles. She held two boxes in her hand, one in each, as she contemplated. Her lips were set in a deep frown, her eyebrows furrowed, and he could not help but find her adorable. One would think she was deciding between life and death, considering how hard and how serious she was actually deciding.

He schooled his face into something resembling sympathy when she turned to face him, looking a little lost. He wanted to smile, but knew that he couldn’t, and had to fight for that smirk to not spread across his lips.

“You look far too amused,” she groused at him, and his eyes widened. He threw his hands up, both of which were already holding up bags of the Christmas decorations she’d already purchased. “I’ll have you know that Christmas is a big deal.”

He couldn’t help it, he chuckled as he pulled her close to him. It was a struggle, what with all the shopping bags he was carrying, but he managed. He dropped a kiss on her forehead and nuzzled her nose. “I can see, my darling,” he told her, as he breathed her in, closing his eyes as he kissed her again.

She only pouted up at him, making him chuckle again.

…

They got home pretty late, since Cora had seemed determined to go through all the shops in Notting Hill before she had been satisfied with her loot. With unbounded energy and enthusiasm rivalling that of a child presented with gifts by St. Nicholas himself, Cora had instructed her to go to her crawl space and bring out all of the Christmas decorations she already owned. Meanwhile, she had used her ipad and played solely Christmas songs as she made hot cocoa.

He would have laughed at her, and had, in fact laughed when he’d gone to the crawl space that she’d been talking about and had been able to survey in all its glory, her collection of baubles, plastic wreathes, and sprigs of holly. She’d mentioned getting a tree the next week, saying something about wanting it to be a bit fresher and it being too early for Christmas tree. Not that she thought the same about everything else.

Shaking his head at the obscene amount of Christmas decoration he has to bring down, he didn’t bother making a comment as he did as she asked. He carried box after box down to the hall where she wanted them to be, and then went to check on her after he was done. She was still in the kitchen and he wondered what she might still be doing there.

“Is it considered cheating that you bought the cookies instead of making them?” he teased as he leaned on the door jamb, watching as she plated the chocolate chip cookies she’d insisted they bought.

She looked up at him and made a face, sticking her tongue out in an extremely childish but irresistibly adorable way. “Keep talking and you won’t get any,” she threated, smirking when his face fell almost involuntarily. “Just kidding,” she said as she walked past him, carrying the plate of cookies. She lifted her chin and waited for him to drop a kiss to her lips before nodding towards the counter. “You can bring the cups.”

He did as he was told and shook his head for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day, his amusement and adoration growing. She was such an adorable little thing.

And she grew even more adorable as they started decorating her apartment. She would take the baubles from him and hand them around the garlands and wreathes. Some of them found their way to the hearth, as she hang them along with the stockings she’d kept on the bottom most part of the box.

“That’s not where that is supposed to be,” she admonished him, when he’d tried to help her by hanging the Christmas lights by the windows. Her face is displeased, her lips pursed and her eyes flickering with annoyance.

He would have laughed out loud, if not for the fact that he did not want to add to her ire.

“Then where is it supposed to be my darling?” he asked with a barely veiled smirk. His amusement was clear, and frown deepened because of it.

She harrumphed, crossing her arms and turned from him. “It’s supposed to go with the tree.” She walked to the boxes and reached out to fish the lights inside. “These are what goes through the window.”

Robert accepted the lights from her with no words, but he was bubbling with laughter at how seriously she seemed to take it. “Okay,” he said, turning away from her to hide his smile.

“I know you’re smiling Robert James Crawley. Don’t think that I cannot see it just because your back is turned,” she told him. He felt her glare on his back and he couldn’t help it, he burst out laughing. She walked over to him to swat his arm, and he only laughed harder before reaching out to her and wrapping his arms around her waist. He smiled at her and nuzzled her nose, before placing a kiss against it.

“You must think me too weird,” she sighed, closing her eyes and then opening them only to look away from him.

He hadn’t meant to embarrass her, not at all, and he rushed to assure her of that. “No my darling,” he told her with a soft smile as he tipped her chin so they could look each other eye to eye. “I think it adds to your charm.”

A smile tugged at her lips, though small and shy, it was there and it warmed him in the ways that the hot chocolate could not. He leaned in again and kissed her nose, then her cheeks, then her lips, his tongue slipping inside when she opened her mouth to moan. Forgotten, then, were the wreathes and garlands and the baubles when she wrapped her legs around his waist and he stood, carrying her to the bedroom.

It was the second of December when they resumed their decorating.

#cobert #cobert fic #cobert christmas fanfiction #cobert christmas #dreamofragtime #christmas au #anon prompt #trutwritescobert

[coolgirl]

Fic recs masterpost

ok so i used to have a lot of fics masterposts on my old blog and people keep asking for recs + i wont be able to upddate them or anything anymore so i decided to just move them all to this blog

under the cut: AUS / arkham knight / jaykyle / jayroy / robin!jason / gen / angst fics 

*: last added (april 4) //   for some reason the links arent working so go to jasontodd.tumblr.com/ficrecs for the links, sorry!

AUS

The Virtue of Revenge | young justice au with jason as red x making his own team with roy, starfire, raven, and others. i love it, even if it has shaky moments and stuff pls give it a chance.

crystal silence creeping down | young justice/lost days au

Flicker from View | another young justice au

Live to Rise | yes. you guessed it. young justice au.

Collide &  Convergence | au where post crisis jason goes to the young justice universe

The Changeling Sequence | series where jason meets damian before he went to gotham. The last part is a wip that i doubt will ever get updated again, so uh be careful. read only the first or second part and forget about the third.

The Drag of Fate | au where jason is lady shiva’s son as well. Part of a series, which i also highly recommend but idk if they would be au as well

heavy on the heart | another jason and cass are bio siblings. A+.

Didymous | cass and jason are twins.

repairing the world | i dont know how to explain this series.. its an au and really really good. Jason doesn’t appear in all the pieces.

just go  | jayroy, wings au

In the Shadows (of Who We Used to Be) | jayroy, black widow & hawkeye au

The Family (or how Jason Todd was adopted by the Avengers) | marvel crossover

bad boys bad boys (whatcha gonna dooo) ♫ | jason is damian’s batman. iconic fic imo.

Rise (And Try Not to Fall) | star wars au

A Bird in Morning | bruce finds jason when he’s at the hospital after crawling out of his grave

Moment Between | ghost jason & ghost martha and thomas wayne

We’re not in Crime Alley Anymore | au where jason was younger when bruce took him (and he didnt become robin)

Perhaps The World Ends Here | marvel crossover, future jaykyle

Batten Down the Hatches | a few different aus here. young justice + helena wayne

My Brother's Keeper | jason & damian knew each other from before + damian arrives to gotham just for jason

When the Moon Found the Sun | main story is clark/bruce but it’s preetty cute. soulmates au.

Between the Light and the Dark* | damian & jason uuhm i cant remember what this one was about per se bc im reading like 5487 similar fics but yeah

Two Dead Birds  | time travel stuff

Red Blood, Blue Blood | jason (and the rest of the batkids) are bruce’s biological kids, yeah i wasnt a big fan of the premise at first either but its gud

Rebirth | talia & jason, mind the warnings

you belong among the wildflowers | kate n renee adopt jason instead of bruce

We're the warriors of tomorrow |  Cass, Jason and Damian meet while with the League of Shadows

Can You Hear Me?  | ghost jason

to death's other kingdom I will not go  | bruce makes it on time au

The Ties That Bind  |  The pit restores Jason's body but not his mind, Ra's makes him one of his assassins and Talia adopts him as her own.

death’s outlet song of life* | the gordons find jason before the events of lost days

reflections on shattered mirrors.* | talia & jason stuff

Come Alive* | young justice s3 based

A Path Upon The Ground* | au from lost days, eddie and jason meet again

ARKHAM VERSE

If He Had Come & the sequel  Desiderium | au where bruce rescued jason before he could become the arkham knight.

the roads we know

this gun needs no bullets

JASON & BRUCE CENTRIC (not romantic)

Quack | this one is so crackish but so so cute i love it, robin jason

If He Had Come & sequel Desiderium  | arkham knight verse and its so good and has a lot of bruce & jason feels

Neverland /  Keep Lying To Me | deaged/ little jason from another universe.. sad and cute

Icarus and Bubble Gum | fluff, robin jason

Knock On Death’s Door | bit of both but not so so so angst, red hood jason

dead and dying things | au

In Memoriam | angst, trying to fix their relationship, red hood jason

If the Fates Allow | angst, red hood jason

The D-Word | fluff kind of.. red hood jason

This Place We Built With Grace and Guilt | angst angst angst, red hood jason

I Love You | robin jason, fluff

Wayward Birds | fluff and angst, robin jason

yesterday’s gone, yeah it went away (i’ve been lost but i’m here today) | another trying to fix their relationship fic, its cute and sad

We’re not in Crime Alley Anymore | au where jason was younger when bruce took him (and he didnt become robin)

Little Absences | sad, robin & red hood

Schrödinger's Honest Man | sad, drugs tw, absolute fave

White Christmas | bruce & robin!jason

Frozen History | de-age

Stargazer | jason n bruce patching their relationship.. its iconic

Unconventional Family Reunions | bvs setting

Prompt: Trapped | mind the warnings

Safe In My Arms 

The Failures of Reverse Engineering  | ghhm not really bruce & jason maybe?

to death's other kingdom I will not go | bruce saves jason au

points of impact  | glass case get fucked

is it my fault? (we've been missing each other)*

waiting for you. *

The Little Things*

World's Finest* | my uwus my uwus have fallen everywhere

JAYKYLE (all iconic)

In Which Kyle Confesses The Same Thing Six Times

milk and honey

Batman vs Space Bureaucracy

deadlock

attention to detail

tempest in a teapot

violet tendencies

no love, no glory (no hero in his skies)

keep the door open for me

waffles and war 

The Art of Subtlety (jason lives au)

Perhaps The World Ends Here | marvel crossover, future jaykyle

Riding in Batcars with Boys

boy, you fill my lungs with sweetness

no chance, no way, i won't say it (no, no)  

a change in the atmosphere

invitation to commitment

Overexposed 

i deserve that, don't i, some sort of blazing love that i can live with 

i won't say 

The water is always warmest at dawn

JAYROY (all iconic too)

sleepless 

Countdown

just go (wings au)

Unspoken

(for thy love is) better than wine (E)

Rooftops

Dick Wolf is a Really Funny Name

A headache isn’t always a bad thing

sad eyes, bad guys, mouth full of white lies [high school au]

kairosclerosis 

The Night They Met 

march down an empty street (like a ship into the storm) *

Archange de la mort (rallume ton flambeau) * | hic warning lol

this time, the loser wins | steph & jason centric though

So Baby Come Light Me Up *

Little Talks *

All the light is never ending, much like you and I; *

Don't let me go, for I feel I may fall * | soulmates au

Something Reckless * 

OTHERS

how to make a home. * | some eddie/jason if you squint, rose/eddie/jason team up

This Car Ain't Big Enough For The Both Of Us* | could be read as jayconnor :3

Robin/young!Jason

The Art of Subtlety | jason lives au, jaykyle

Little Absences | sad, robin & red hood

I Love You | robin jason, fluff

Wayward Birds | fluff and angst, robin jason

Icarus and Bubble Gum | fluff, robin jason

Quack | this one is so crackish but so so cute i love it, robin jason

we were not tragedies | jason & babs, read warnings

Heavy Home | gen, alfred & jason

Good News (No One Mourns the Wicked) | Jason & steph & damian. harold they’re dead (kinda robin!jason??)

Love Yourself (So No One Has To) | good amazing au with some selina & jason (not really.. robin but it starts as robin!jason i guess?)

Moment Between | ghost jason & ghost martha and thomas wayne

We’re not in Crime Alley Anymore | au where jason was younger when bruce took him (and he didnt become robin)

Tired &  Laundry | kinda au, read tw!

Smoke | jason & jim gordon

White Christmas | bruce & robin!jason

is it my fault? (we've been missing each other)* | mix of present and past jason

Sidekick* 

waiting for you.* | technically baby jason

The Little Things*

World's Finest* | oh this one.. my uwus

GEN

hold on to what  we are, hold on to your heart | gen, Barbara & Jason friendship. Some dinahbabs & jayroy

gotta give the boy points | gen, absolute fave

Strangers in Nothing but Name | marvel crossover, side steve/bucky

If He Had Come |  Desiderium | Arkham Verse, gen

I can’t  think up a good  name for this | young justice verse, gen apart from canon relationships

A Better Thesis | gen, p short but i loved it

The  F-Word | gen, batboys being batboys

until i’m in my grave | gen, wip 

Robins United | gen, batkids bonding, except for cass, thats my only complaint

Free of Dogma | gen, canon divergence, marvel crossover w Jason & Bucky

bad boys bad boys (whatcha gonna dooo) ♫ | au where damian is jasons robin and not dick’s, obviously damian & jason brotp. 

Heavy Home | gen, alfred & jason

In the  Shadow of Two Gunmen | gen, Marvel crossover

Flicker from View | side Barbara/Dick, young justice verse

I Love You | gen, Bruce & Jason

how to  hide a stray resurrected superhero from your parents/parental figure | au, jason & tim friendship kinda

One For The Road | Jason/Roy/Koriand’r but its SO cute

Baby,  It’s Cold Outside | gen, Dick & Jason

The  (Family) Doctor’s  Appointment | gen, batboys bonding

The Family (or how Jason Todd was adopted by the Avengers) | marvel crossover, gen

Reason | wip, gen, canon divergence

Soliloquy | gen, tim & Jason brotp,  and really cute batfam moments

Red As The Shadow Of Death | gen, young justice/under the red hood verse

Give Yourself a Chance | gen, duke & Jason & leslie brotpish

homecoming | outlaws brotp fic, could be considered shippy if you want to

And I Said What About Breakfast at Tiffany’s | jason & steph

Of Bats and the Forsaken | jason & all the batkids, side steph/cass and jay/roy if you squint

this is a long drive (for three robins who don’t agree on much) | no capes au, steph & jason & damian, background tim/tam

The Dying of the Light | marvel crossover, bucky & jason, canon divergence

Cat | selina &  jason, catlad au

Killing for Love | cass & jason, au  where jason was lady shivas son  

Keep Lying To Me | de-aged au, just heartbreaking imo, cursed fic

The Social Habits of Robin | gen, batboys. Where_is_cass.jpg tho

Steph and Jay’s Excellent Adventures | series, Steph & Jason

Neverland | jason & batkids, young!jay travels to the future. sad asad sad

on a thin chain of moments and something like faith | gen, jason & cass & steph mostly. really good

Good News (No One Mourns the Wicked) | Jason & steph & damian. harold they’re dead

In a Parallel Life | batboys focused, it has amazing dialogue, dynamics, and characterization. It’s only missing Cass and the rest of the girls.

repairing the world | series, not everything is about the batfam.

Born to Run (Born to Rise) | Jason & Talia having a mother/son relationship reblog if you agree

Live to Rise | it updated again p recently so yay! young justice verse

To Save a Dying City  | jason + other people

Let’s Have Some Fun This Beat Is Sick | mostly damian centric

Movie Night: The Mummy  | read trigger warnings, batboys

The Trading Chain  | not jason centric, but it has cass being older than jason and calling him “little brother” so noice

we sure know how to run free  | jason & cass

Yesterday’s Voices | bruce loses his memory au

Nests and Cages series | read trigger warnings

Roots | barbara centric, really good plot and characterization

Love Yourself (So No One Has To) | good amazing au with selina & jason

Retrograde Motion | de aged jason au

Provenance | mostly roy centric, bruce fucks oliver’s life for what he did to roy. iconic

Schrödinger's Honest Man | sad, drugs tw, absolute fave 

Batten Down the Hatches | a few different aus here. young justice + helena wayne

My Brother's Keeper | jason & damian knew each other from before + damian arrives to gotham just for jason

White Christmas | bruce & robin!jason

until i'm in my grave v2 | this one is already mentioned in this post BUUUT the writer started rewriting it so!

Frozen History | de-age

Stargazer | jason n bruce patching their relationship.. its iconic

show me yesterday, for i can’t find today | time travel au

Warm Enough | alfred & jay fluff

Parallels | mia & jason team up

Legacy | reverse robins, not jason centric but hes there alright.. i think.. i cant remember :D

What are the words I'm forbidden to say?* | damian & jay fluff

Cracked Foundation| jason n damian

Cat's Cradle  | more jason n damian

spaces in between  | damian & jason again

When the lights go out  | damian & jason, theres a pattern here

in my head, i do everything right | some jason & steph

is it my fault? (we've been missing each other)* | past & future jason

life, if well lived* | jason travels back in time and meets martha & thomas wayne

In Charge * | babie jason

Pyrrhic victory* | jason & damian stuff

Twists and Turns* | more jason & damian bonding

Of Brothers and Batcows* | guess what.. yes! more jason & damian

This Car Ain't Big Enough For The Both Of Us* | jason & connor.. say no more!

First Gear* | back to jason & damian please read this.. damian tries to teach jason to drive

changing, falling, fading (please watch over me)* | jason bonds with damian & steph

ANGST

Through the Valley of the Shadow of Death [read the trigger warnings!!]

in the repairing the world series there are a lot of fics dealing with jason, tho Warm Enough ugh not all are centered around him. I would say read  Escalation | Coup de Grâce |  Interlude for the rh!jason arc, and  Tired &  Laundry for robin!jason. [also read trigger warnings]

Countdown | jason/roy]

those six days [trigger warnings again!!!]

Call | angst

the tune without the words  | kind of character study from jim gordon’s pov

Unspoken | jason/roy, really angsty if you remember how red hood arsenal ended

If He Had Come & Desiderium | arkham knight verse, read trigger warnings!

Reason | on hiatus :/

hold on to what we are, hold on to your heart   | this is my favorite ever.. read trigger warnings

Heavy Home | alfred & jason

until i’m in my grave [trigger warnings!]

Keeping Broken Pieces Together

Monsters | marvel crossover

gotta give the boy points | this one please!!!! another fav. read trigger warnings

The weight of it [trigger warnings!]

Live to Rise | young justice verse

Neverland | THIS ONE IS PURE ANGST!!! please its so sad..

Keep Lying To Me | this one has some angsty scenes too im sad emoji

hangman is coming down from the gallows  | some angst

Movie Night: The Mummy  | read trigger warnings, batboys

Love Yourself (So No One Has To)

All in the Blood [read trigger warnings]

Little Absences

Stargazer | jason n bruce patching their relationship.. its iconic

Rebirth * | mind the warnings and its really. sad.

The Failures of Reverse Engineering *

Eternal Soliloquy * | sad sad

throw me a lifeline (I might even catch it) *

changing, falling, fading (please watch over me) * | jason & steph & dami angst

#dc: fic #i'm posting from phone so if its fucked.. that's why #if the read more doesn't work i'll fix it tomorrow

[bhlland]

Isaiah 1-10

No offering at all is better than the proffering of an insincere one. Or so Isaiah's words would lead me to believe. A disingenuous faith would seem to disappoint the Lord more so than the soul that has no belief in the first place. Is that correct? Verse 15 details about the Lord hiding his eyes from the selfish believer that more than anything else seems to be using his posture to take advantage of God's extended grace. And perhaps that heart is even more hardened, certainly more deceptive, than the heart that still has room to be shaped.

The Lord, through Isaiah, tells us to stop doing wrong and to seek justice. And the question remains, what constitutes an empyreal justice? Defending the oppressed, advocating for the fatherless, rooting for the widow. Who better the examplar of demonstrating these methods of justice than Jesus so many years after the prophet's words were spoken and shared. There is an emphasis on obedience, once more, as a central tenet of our place as members of His Kingdom. And finally, a picture of the fate of the one who chooses to dwell in the things they believe are best for them. Point blank, destruction for the rebellious nation that repudiates the Lord. What I'm trying to see is the justice in God's wrath, which I know should be undeniably warranted, but it's still confusing to me because of my own fragile human conception of it.

 ~

 Men, whether spiritual or unspiritual, are full of arrogance. Our accumulation of wisdom causes us to think we know best. But when God is in the picture, how could we claim any authority over anything? When confronted with Justice Himself, what could I possibly bring to the table... we say, Lord please humble us, but do we really mean it? Why is it easier for me to trust people I can see and touch, than a God who operates in mystery? And I'm to be reprimanded if I don't, or so I'm sometimes led to believe by those same people clamoring for my trust. 

 ~

 The Lord threatens to strip Jerusalem & Judah of men of clever rank and capabilities, of leaders to steer either nation out of the ditch. But why this oppression? It seems warranted based on their blatant disobedience and overall defiance. There is no hiding their sinfulness. In fact, the people that Isaiah is preaching to seem to boastfully parade their sin like some kind of badge of honor. But you know, I couldn't be too unlike these Sodom-like folks. How many times do I blame the circumstances around me for my continued tangle with sin, instead of recognizing that my mere existing is just as much a targeted reason for blame, if not even more so because I'm so naturally pointed inwards? Yikes, this is getting a bit tiring to constantly put myself down. It still seems hard for me to reconcile the sinfulness that makes me obviously wicked with an all-encompassing love that redeems that same deviltry. How can I be eternally unworthy, yet simultaneously instilled with worth in perpetuity? I can believe that to be the truth, but that doesn't mean I still don’t get fuddled up every now and again, either by provocative yet sensible arguments piercing my heart inwards or from the inner turmoils of my own lingering unbelief.

 ~

 I get that the sense that this transition is meant to point to a larger nature of hope to believe in. The Branch of the Lord, a seemingly symbolic appellation for Christ, is it not? There is purification (hints of baptism?) mentioned, and references to clouds of smoke and pillars of fire. Perhaps these images are included to reinforce the image of an authoritative and dynamic God... is there any other significance in these verses?

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 It isn't too difficult to surmise the essence of the parable; there being certain blessings and care sowed unto the Israelites, their disappointing Him, and their rightful and deserved ruin. And it seems to originate out of us and our imperfectness, rather than Him placing any kind of deceit in our hearts. So is the design faulty? I'm still not sure how to answer that, considering the Creator's intentional attention to detail. 

My heart still clamors to understand the justice of God. By all accounts, it should be in and of itself objectively just. There must be more to God's detestation of sinners than just their act of transgressing the Law or the Word. The justice of God is so appointed, and so worthy of reverence, because it is a necessary vindication on account of his holiness and authority. And so all these woes that point fingers at the deceitful transgressor seem to highlight the importance of God's "anger not turning away." There seems to be a time to talk about grace, without leaving out any conversations about His necessary justice.

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 Isaiah's eagerness seems prompted out of awe, yet at the same time dread. We get a glimpse of God's magnitude in the description of His robe filling the temple and in the seraphim's chant. Why does God instruct Isaiah in the ways that He does? I can certainly understand the telling of these outcomes as consequences to the Israelite's sinfulness, and yet God seems to want to preclude those same Israelites from turning away from their self-righteous judgments and towards any kind of healing. Does God just want to give up the wicked man to his own blindness because they aren't inclined to receive the truth in the first place? Maybe He knows the stubborn heart better than I do... still, it's hard to see the mercy in this holy requisition. 

I guess even if the cities burn down and the land becomes forsaken, there will remain even just a few seeds out of the crowd to be sowed and reaped. But I wonder if that purging of His Kingdom is meant to come across as so exclusionary, or if that's just my personal myopic conception of it. There's a lot of eschatological underpinnings in this particular prophecy, yet I also wonder if I might be reading too much into it..

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 I remember Ahaz... what a wicked guy. The only reason Judah wasn't trampled over was because he chickened out and pledged allegiance (+ gold) to the Assyrian king Tiglath-Pileser. I read God's words to Ahaz through Isaiah more as an appeal for Ahaz to find some sincere belief in his heart for the Lord's providence rather than in foreign kings and nations. Essentially, like God's saying "when you are in the depths of your distress, or even at the peak of confidence, find some room to see Me in the landscape of it all." But Ahaz sharply refuses; his belief is shaky from the start, and this unwillingness to commune with God affirms his stubborn heart to see things from his own shortsighted platform.

Assyria's conquest of Judah and the subsequent settling of scattered Israelites in the regions of Samaria comes with years of foreign oppression; and Assyria is depicted as the Lord's "instrument." So was this all intentional on His part? To bring his people into an extended period of misery, perhaps to teach them a lesson? What an unconventional way to do this, considering the nature of God we've painted for ourselves in our contemporary church.. yet somehow this all fits into His framework of divine justice.

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 Isaiah's talking about the inevitability of mankind's doom, probably on account of their sinfulness, comes across as simultaneously hopeful but also hopeless.. hopeful in the sense that we have been given a decent heads-up on the darkness and gloom that accompanies living apart from God per our own selfish ways, but also hopeless because it seems an already predetermined fate no matter what we could do in anticipation of it. Is that sensible? 

The question arises again on if I am willing to believe in the face of adversity; can I still remain "firm in my faith" when the crowd around me advises otherwise? It's a choice between light and darkness, and it seems quite straightforward a choice, even elementary. But when the human heart realizes the sacrifice that comes along with making that choice, there begins the inception of unbelief... Jesus epitomizes sacrifice on behalf of people outside of Himself. I wonder why it's so hard for me to do the same.

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 The famous words, echoed every Christmas season: "For to us a child is born", and so on... and in the context of Isaiah, it accentuates this transition from darkness to light, this marked ambition to hope in a Greater Perhaps. Jesus' coming promises a codification of a holy peace and justice and righteousness. 

And then, a further highlight of this objective justice and righteousness is manifest in the Lord's wrath. It's the everlasting subject of scrutiny to members both inside and outside of the church. What is our justification for God's wrath being just? Is any wrath truly just? Well, what is the object of that wrath... foolish and ungodly humans that devour each other without second thought. Does community mean anything, if we are so quick to throw it away to indulge in our own biases? 

The mantra "His hand is still upraised" continues to ring.

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 The Lord is just in singling out Assyria, by Scriptural context His agent in instrumenting Judah's demise, for its grandstanding predisposition in elevating itself and its political prowess as being sourced from its own intrinsic capabilities as a foreign self-ruling militaristic nation. Within a contemporary framework, I find this commensurate to pompous self-proclaimed religious folk waving around their invisible badges of moral superiority in essence motivated by the willful prides of their hearts. This localized tumor of Christian attitude is hardly anything new. But what's interesting is Isaiah's talk of what remains of Israel following God's assured judgment. 

A shift in reliance from the men and women we intuitively raise up (or desire to see knocked down) to the Holy One of Israel. Any kind of judgment and correction hurts. But in that brief duration of suffering and confusion, the Israelites are granted deliverance from their oppressors. If I am willing to endure, can I too look forward to my emancipation from the heavy-handed subjection of sin? 

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Hi! Can you do for the Six Sexy Words Meme, Romanogers + 42 Loud enough that the neighbors hear? Thanks :)

42. Loud enough that the neighbors hear. (six sexy words meme)

So way back in October when I was asking for smut prompts, @sassaspazz​ suggested vampire smut… and half a year later I’m finally getting to it! I kind of incorporated this photo and this quote and these lyrics because I felt like they fit the vampire ‘verse. And not that it’s all that crucial, but I based the vampire physiology on The Vampire Diaries.

If it’s one thing he can count on, it’s her.

Her deep, rosy scent. Her soft curls. Her cheeks, lightly flushed, drawing him in. Her silk skin, warm and pliant under his fingertips, slowly driving him crazy. Her perfect lips quirked in a smirk, curved in a smile, parted in a small circle, pulling at the threads of his control. He’s spent a century on his own reigning in his urges, trying to find peace with his solitude, and it had worked for the most part. He’d learned how to tame his impulses, how to feed without bleeding humans dry. His new life had felt like a curse at first, but he had to believe he was still alive for a reason, and he was determined to atone for the horrors of his first few decades of blood lust. He had control, a century of discipline had made it steady and unshakeable.

Until Natasha.

Everything about her unwinds him. Not so much that he wants to kill, that he feels like a monster again.

Just the opposite, actually. She makes him feel alive.

She makes him feel human.

She’d made him laugh, pulled him in from the very moment they met, her head turning to glance over her shoulder. She’d been several pews in front of him in the small, crowded church, but her gaze found his in an instant, and maybe for the first time in a century, his heart skipped. It fucking skipped. And with their heightened senses, he knew hers did, too. He knew her blood hummed just a little faster, and then her lips quirked at the corner, her eyebrows lifting ever so slightly and her eyes twinkling in amusement. She thought she was morbidly funny, being what she was, coming to mass on Christmas Eve, and it intrigued her that he had come, too.

Five decades later with all their dirty, beautiful, messy secrets spilled out between them, she still looks at him like that sometimes. Like it still surprises her that she’s no longer alone. Like he surprises her.

Fuck, he loves it when he surprises her. Loves the way her long eyelashes flutter when she blinks quickly, taken aback. Loves the way her lips part, her quick wit falling short on the tip of her tongue. Loves the way her eyes widen ever so slightly, twinkling in amusement, in anticipation, in pure adoration.

Just like right now, as she’s standing across the pool table from him, her grip on the cue slackening as she stares at him like she’s not quite sure she heard him correctly. He grins, takes a gulp of scotch, watching the way her eyes drop to his throat as he swallows. “I said,” he repeats slowly, trailing his knuckles over the felt of the table, “get up here, so you can apologize for cheating.”

She lifts an eyebrow, a smile threatening to pull at her lips. “How did I cheat?”

“You stripped and distracted me.” Pointedly, he drags his eyes down the front of her, taking in the black lingerie clinging to her curves, teasing the peaks of her nipples and the arousal gathering at her sex. He knows just beyond the pool table he’d find her black, shimmering cocktail dress pooled at her feet. He had looked forward to tearing her out of it after dinner, and no, he’s not actually upset that she’d taken that from him and she knows it. But they both love the idea: he loves the pulse of energy, relishing in the feeling of control after struggling with it for so long when he’d turned, and she loves the thrill of him pulling her in, challenging her, relieving her from centuries of having to be in control. “So,” he says, setting his tumbler aside, “come apologize.”

She hums, feigning disinterest as she sets the cue aside, which is pointless considering he can practically feel the heat radiating off of her, just as she can feel it coming off of him. She bends a leg, hiking it over the edge of the pool.

“You’re wasting your time, Rogers.” She braces her hands on the surface and lifts herself up, settling on her hands and knees. Fuck. Fuck. She smiles at him - brilliant and blinding, just barely teasing the tips of her fangs. She looks like sweet hell, and he’ll spend the rest of his life being damned if it means he gets to stay with her. “I don’t apologize. I scratch and bite.”

“You’ll crawl and beg, too,” he says simply, not missing a beat, and there it is again. That glimmer of delightful surprise crossing her expression. It makes him crack, his own lips curving into a bit of a grin. He’s really fucking lucky to have her in his life. “Come closer,” he tells her, even as he reaches over and cups her cheek, smoothing his thumb over the flushed skin.

She shifts closer, just a little bit, until she’s almost centered on the pool table. “The hotel won’t be happy when we break their fancy pool table,” she teases.

“It’s not that fancy.” He pulls his hand away and starts walking around the pool table. She turns her head to follow him, until he says, “Head down, darling,” and surprises him by complying, albeit it with an amused roll of her eyes first. He touches the top of her spine, watching her back arch ever so slightly, hearing her sharp intake of breath. He knows that her already heightened senses are strung tight. “And I don’t break every piece of furniture.”

She laughs. “You do, because you never have enough control to stop.”

He grins a little wider, shaking his head. “No control, huh?” He slides his palm down her back and curves it over her left hip, squeezing, loving the way her body tenses as she fights off another arch of her spine. He comes to a stop behind her and dips his head forward, licking a broad stripe over the scrap of lace over her sex, and she sucks in another gasp. “You alright there, Nat?”

“Fuck you,” she breathes.

“Oh, I intend to. Loud enough that the neighbors hear.” He licks again, harder, firmer, and a load moan spills from her lips. “Loud enough that the whole damn hotel hears.” He tugs her panties down, dipping his tongue into her, and her knees slide wider apart as she slides onto her forearms, pressing her head against the felt of the pool table. He grasps onto either of her thighs and grips onto her tightly, digging in hard enough to draw a sharp cry. The first time he’d ever drawn that sound from her, he’d all but frozen in place, until she grasped his face and kissed him over and over, telling him how much she liked it, how good he makes her feel.

(“You deserve to lose control,” she’d told him, “just like I deserve to lose myself in you.”)

He curls his tongue inside her a little faster, a little harder, and reaches between her legs to slide two fingers over her slick sex. Her entire body shudders as he strokes her, her moans growing higher and louder.

The table creaks underneath them as her body writhes, as her hands dig into the felt, threatening to tear it right off. He pulls his mouth off, relishing in the whimper it draws from her throat as he kisses the small of her back, and his fingers into her, growling at the way her sex flutters. Five decades of touching her, memorizing every part of her, and he still gets that same thrill at being able unravel her within seconds. Her knows her pleasure better than he knows his own and he loves it.

He hears the sound of wood snapping, and, in a fleeting second, this thrill rushes through him. He feels her quivering, pushing herself harder against the pool table, and it strains under her.

He knows the thing is about two seconds away from completely cracking under the force of them, so he pulls his fingers out, grasps her hips and rushes them to the other end of the room in a blink of an eye, and the wall rattles when he throws her against it. A breathy laugh falls from her lips, and he takes a moment to just stare at her, his lips curving in a smile at the sight of her slick arousal sliding down her thighs, her chest heaving, her fangs bared as her lips pull back in a delighted smile. She always smells particularly delicious after a feeding, and he feels himself being drawn in by the thrum of her pulse, wanting to sink his own teeth into the curve of her neck. It’s not technically the same to drink blood from another vampire, but fuck if it isn’t one of his favorite things to do with her. To be so connected with her. It tastes so much sweeter, and she’s so, so sensitive afterward, practically falling apart at his every touch.

“See?” He presses his hips against hers, hooks a hand behind her neck as she reaches between them, twisting her fingers into his dress shirt. “I have control.”

“Hmm.” She teases him with a simple hum, her tone amused and unconvinced.

“Now, what do you think will come first?” He dips his head, grazing his lips over the curve of her neck. “Will you apologize, or will you beg?”

He nips at her skin as his fingers slide back into her, and though her moan is neither an apology nor a plea, it still sounds just as sweet.

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Mistletoe| Cobert drabble

So I asked for prompts and @crawleyfan sent me this. This will be set in the Remind Me To Never Forget verse. If you have a Christmas/Holiday theme prompt, please send it to me or choose here!

Mistletoe|| Cora X Robert|| RMTNF Verse

    They had not been dating long—a few months at most, maybe a little over half a year, and it’s new and wonderful, sort of a gift that keeps on giving. It’s a surprise to him that she had actually agreed to date him, and even that they lasted this long, since he’d been nothing but a bumbling fool when he’d asked her out. He’d brought her to possibly the most unimaginative date of anyone’s life, bringing her to Museum hop since she’s an art history major and has a great appreciation for arts—more than him, actually, and it’s a bit predictable on his part. He’s more than grateful that she’d found his stumbling foolishness charming and adorable rather than awkward and off-putting, because here they are now.

She had mentioned coming home for Christmas, and he’d been saddened about the news, though he’d understood. She did spend the rest of the year in the UK, and it’s only during the holidays that she gets to spend time with her family. He’d been ready to just accept the fact that their first holiday together as a couple would be spent apart until she’d asked him to come along if he can and want to. He would have jumped at the chance to go, except he’d been worried about meeting her family for the first time. This, this relationship he has with Cora is something he knows will last, and though he has no claims on forever, he knows that he is in this for the long haul, and so he’s really wanted to make a good impression on her family.

From what he’s heard of her family, he knows they’re extremely protective of her, her father more especially, and he knows how important it is for her that they should like him, because it’s important for him, too.

Luckily for him, after an initial tension between himself and her father, Isidore, they’d found a truce for Cora’s sake and the spirit of the Holidays (her family having been half Jewish celebrate both Christmas and Hanukah). The tension had risen once more when Cora’s mother had insisted they share a bedroom and it’s been clear on Isidore’s face that it isn’t exactly ideal.

Isisdore had not said anything though, and Robert had taken it like water to his back, and tried to enjoy the rest of his holiday with his girlfriend.

As it is now, they are sitting together in the den, resting after a party the Levinsons’ had thrown for their friends. Cora had told him that it’s an annual thing for their family, and it’s one of those days that her mother gets to gloat without it looking like she’s gloating because she’s doing it for the festivities. Robert had chuckled at that and had thought how alike his mother and hers are, except neither one of them would probably agree.

Cora’s head is pillowed against his chest as they sit in silence, watching the flames turn into embers, and he’s dropping soft kisses against her head, his nose burying against her soft, raven hair. He stills when she lifts her head to look up at him sleepily.

“Thank you,” she murmurs in a soft, low voice. “Thanks for coming with me here, even when you had your own family celebrations.”

He smiles at her and kisses her forehead, drops kisses against her nose and cheeks. “I won’t miss it for the world,” he tells her, and though they are mere words, he finds that he means them more than anything. “I’m glad I get to celebrate the holidays with you and your family. Thank you for inviting me.”

She grins up at him. “You know…” she trails off and he looks at her curiously, “I realize that there is something we haven’t done since we’ve been here.”

He looks into her blue eyes and sees the mischief lighting them up, and he knows, knows exactly what she’s thinking, and yes, they havemade love before, are active in that regard and they do enjoy a rather healthy sexual relationship, but he’s not about to…not here, not when her father is two doors down, waiting for a good reason to shoot Robert right in the skull.

“Cora,” he warns, and he sits up straighter, forcing her to take the seat next to him. She pouts up at him and he sighs. “We can’t.”

“Why not?” she asks petulantly, and looks at him with those blue doe eyes, in that very way that makes him want to give her the world should she ask him to.

Is he in deep? Yes, he is. Is he whipped? Looks like it. Does he care? Nope, he does not at all.

“Cora, your parents…” he trails off, hoping that she understands without him having to say it.

“Are sleeping and probably knows we’re boning each other, considering how my mother insists we stay in the same room?” she says, and damn, she makes a good point, but still. “My parents are not that old fashioned.”

Probably. Still, Robert shakes his head and stands with a sigh. He reaches a hand to her and waits till she clasps hers with his and she stands. She looks like the cat that ate the canary, until he looks at her dead straight in the eyes and shakes his head. “Sorry my love, it feels weird.”

She makes a face at that and sighs, but still relents, letting him lead her into their bedroom without a word. They make it halfway through the den before she digs her heels and stops in her tracks.

“What is it baby?” he asks, looking back at her to see what is wrong.

She’s grinning at him, though, and looking at him with that glint in her eyes that spells mischief.

“What?” he asks, but she doesn’t say a word, only crooks her finger and wags it in a come hither way. “My love?”

Her grin grows wider, and when he steps closer to her, she wraps her arms around him, pulling him closer. He’s confused, but cannot say he’s not enjoying the closeness. He looks at her eyes and can see the happiness shining in them, and he wishes, hopes his eyes convey the same for he is happy, so fucking happy, stupidly happy.

“You’re beautiful,” he tells her sincerely as he reaches up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear. He feels something warm bloom in his chest when he notices a pleasant tint blooming on her cheeks.

She licks her lips and then looks up with a smile. “Would you look at that?” she says and he follows her gaze only to find the ceiling peppered in mistletoe. Martha’s idea of a good time apparently consists of drinks and a lot of drunken, mistletoe pecks and kisses.

He laughs at her then, shakes his head because he knows she’d been fully aware of the mistletoes overhead and that she’d stopped here for that very same reason.

What a little minx.

But far would it be for him to not kiss her when mistletoes are overhead. After all, it’s Christmas tradition. Shaking his head in amusement at her ingenuity, he smiles and then leans closer to press a soft kiss against her lips.

It’s weird and new, to feel like this—like it’s the first kiss all over again, as butterflies make cartwheels inside his stomach and it flutters and flutters, and he feels as though he is floating himself—to feel as though it’s new though so familiar, so good, so marvellous. He’s never been poetic, not really, but the way he feels now, he can damn well write Shakespearean sonnets after sonnets.

The kiss gets heated and hands start to roam, and though he still doesn’t want to…well make love when they are under the same roof as her parents and with a gun so easily accessible for her father, he indulges in this—this sweet kiss full of promise and cheer, and dare he say it, love.

He pours his everything into the kiss, and though he cannot say it yet, he makes sure that by the time they pull away, she has no more questions of what he really feels for her…

That she won’t doubt how much he truly loves her. 

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