#angel fenny

[drconstellation]

Aye, a Newt

I have to get this "She turned me into a newt!" thing out of my brain, sorry. It keeps demanding to be written. So here it is.

There is a "newt" parallel between S1 and S2, you see. It's a pretty sly joke. Easily missed by most, I would think.

Some of this I have mentioned before, but lets repeat it.

The CGI initially didn't make it clear to me what kind of reptiles the kids of Job were transformed into by Crowley, and it wasn't until I saw an article about the CGI that I found out they were supposed to be geckos. Ah! Right. Makes sense. Geckos are more likely the kind of thing to found in an arid area like the Middle East... But I can tell the CGI team isn't that familiar with the cute little beasties. See, I grew up in a part of the world where they are a common thing, and a part of everyday life, particularly during the warmer summer months. And those CGI geckos lacked a bit of authenticity in my eyes. Such as the on-screen geckos never once licked their eyes clean with their tongues. Or squeaked. And yes, ...barking geckos are a real thing. Feisty little buggers they can be, too. They don't want you messing with them, and they let you know. The whole turning kids into geckos bit is great imo. Take a look at this shoulder-angel view just beforehand.

Yep. They're on the wrong side. Little devils. Then the two older devils kids proceed to piss the older devil demon off, who promptly turns them into newts geckos with a snap of his fingers, which left poor sweet I'm-Jemimah-and-I-made-this-pot! feeling left out, who had done nothing wrong, asks to be a blue (Heaven-coded) one, and who can resist that little honey, hmmm?

OK. Newts, or geckos, they are both lizards, and they were usually associated with the occult and their use by witches. But where did this come from?

Er, not the "Scottish Play"...although they are mentioned there:

“Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting, Lizard’s leg and owlet’s wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.”

Reptiles such as geckos and lizards had magical qualities to the ancient Egyptians and Mesopotamian's, as they were able to regenerate their tails if they lost them. So they were a very apt choice for our witch, I mean demon, sorry, to turn Job's kids into. Crowley and Aziraphale did have to "regenerate" them back into children later on the next day.

Then we have Newt joining forces with Anathema, the modern day witch, in S1.

Yeah. Enough said, there, I think.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #crowley #aziraphale #newton pulsifer #anathema #she turned me into a newt #job minisode #its another Monty Python and the Holy Grail ref #sir bedivere has to trial a witch #he tries to get the not so bright peasants to weigh her against something #something that floats #king arthur is passing by and suggests a duck #i got better

[wpdariacutnes]

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Offical epic note: 12.08.2023.r

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#lavendatale #undertalecomuinty #mereal #wpexpleing #parents take rule #youtube #art 2023

[alias-b]

@tendermiri is the absolute moon and stars of my life with this stunningly beautiful, ethereal, amazing, iridescent commission of Billy and Evie from my fic, “sins of my youth." ✨ Just lovers on the balcony. 🌠

"And I think you're made of that same stardust."

#Billy Hargrove #Billy hargrove x oc #billy hargrove x plus size oc #ocappreciation #billy hargrove imagine #art commission #Angel fenny #Billy x Angel #billyevie #art

[darkpurpledawn]

For @racketghost 's 13 Days of Halloween, prompt "witches"

It was darker than any place Aziraphale had seen on earth, darker than the caves inside mountains, than the sky without stars. Perhaps it was even darker than Hell, although someone who knew had once told Aziraphale there was nothing darker than Hell, that Hell was so impossibly dark that its very absence of light was transmuted into a kind of malevolent presence.

The same someone had also complained to Aziraphale that such deep darkness made Hell clash rather horribly with his entire wardrobe.

Aziraphale did not mind the dark, he was brightness enough for wherever he happened to find himself. But he was unnerved by the skittering of unseen creatures, the faint smell of death, and a distant ululation that could have been ecstasy or terror.

A flicker of light and the world returned in shapes and shadows. Up ahead a twisted tree reached from the ground like an arthritic hand. Something was glowing, something that looked awfully like the bubbling contents of a cauldron. Aziraphale could see the reflective eyes of a cat.

“What walks there, Grimalkin, who is’t approaches?” 

The voice was raspy and slurred, and it would have been utterly impossible to discern any words but for Aziraphale’s centuries of practice interpreting drunken hissing.

He allowed his wings to break forth and increased his own luminosity as he prepared for the standard angelic introduction. All things considered, he decided ‘be not afraid’ was probably not the phrase for this occasion. He wouldn’t want the witches to get the impression he was reassuring himself.

“Ahem. I’m terribly sorry to disturb what looks like quite a pleasant meal of soup, but I need to inform whoever resides here that you have once again been cited for reckless prophesying in the second degree.”

There was a noise that sounded like the unhappy marriage of growl and shriek. The cat winked one eye, then the other. Aziraphale fluttered his wings and tried to sound less nervous.

“Again, I’m frightfully sorry to be a bother, and I’ve only got a tiny bit of paperwork, just a single scroll to sign, and then you can get back to supper.”

Three shadows came forward and became the ugliest women Aziraphale had ever seen. It was not the ordinary sort of ugliness--though he was far more appreciative of earthly beauty than an angel ought to be, Aziraphale’s heart was as full of love for humble creatures as it was for striking ones. The faces of the three women were repellant in a true and terrifying sense, as though their ugliness was revenge for being seen at all.

“Erm, may I come in?” Aziraphale asked. 

“There’s room yet at the fire for thee.”

“By the stooped and stretching tree.”

“Wilt thou sit down? We’ve brewed the tea.”

They answered one after the other like singers in a round. Aziraphale brightened. He felt himself on firmer footing when there was tea involved.

“Fillet of a fenny snake?” a witch offered, holding a small plate with something shiny and scaled. “‘Tis freshly baked, ‘twas not an hour ago it slithered in the gloam.”

“Oh dear,” Aziraphale said. “Erm, none for me, thank you. I’ve always found snake feels a bit odd down the throat.” 

For some reason his face felt hot. The witches paid him no mind.

One of them handed him a cup with a hand that was green and mottled. Tiny mushrooms grew from each fingernail.

“Oh thank you dear, how very kind,” Aziraphale said, taking the proffered cup. He’d expected rough stone or heavy, dented metal, but it was porcelain as fine as his own personal teapot.

He sipped politely at something that was like tea if tea were a viscous sludge.

“Speak, angel, but do not stay us from prophecy,” the tallest witch said, as spiders raced in and out of her hairline.

“We will not be commanded,” the second said, in a voice like the crackle of thunder.

“Thou knowest not which stars may fall,” said the third witch, ladling herself a warm cup of tea.

“Good ladies,” Aziraphale said, setting his cup in its saucer and assuming a stern expression. “I assure you I take no pleasure in these administrative niceties, but I’m afraid you have repeatedly contravened several divine statutes, and Heaven can only turn its other cheek so many times before the entire host is facing the same way we started.”

There was a soft mewling sound as the knobbly tabby cat leapt into the lap of the tall witch. No one spoke, but something that looked very much like fresh blood began dripping over the rim of the cauldron.

“Look here, I am not the sort of angel that can be frightened off by a bit of occult oddity,” Aziraphale said, indignant. “Why, I dined with a creature of Hell not a fortnight ago!”

The witches all turned their horrible heads and looked at each other. Aziraphale felt a tremor of faint panic. Perhaps he ought not to have said that. He was glad he had not mentioned how afterwards he’d split a bottle or two or three with the demon, how he’d glanced sidelong at those yellow eyes and wondered why they reminded him of starlight instead of sulfur.

“Speak plainly, spirit, what is thy request?” the witches said in unison.

Aziraphale sighed and pulled out a small sheet of parchment. 

“I need you to acknowledge receipt of this cease and desist letter. There have been multiple complaints that your prophecies have incited murder, usurpation, and the wanderings of unregistered ghosts, which is a violation of the Divination Decree, Section IX, Article V.” He paused and fiddled with the hem of his cloak. “Eventually there are fines for this sort of thing, you know.”

There must be, somewhere, after a nearly-infinite stretch of notes that grew gradually ruder.

The witches emitted what sounded like a vaguely-mirthful wet cough. One flicked a mushroom-tipped finger, and a series of sigils appeared on the paper in Aziraphale’s hand.

“Thy office done, thou mayst depart this place,” the witch with the cat on her lap said. 

Aziraphale stood up and set the cup and saucer on a flat stone.

“Thank you, much obliged.”

“But we have yet an augury for thee,” said the witch stirring the congealing tea.

Aziraphale stared at her hideous face, wanting and not wanting to know.

“We see how thy most secret heart inclines,” said another.

“Fair with foul, and foul with fair--”

“Heart of serpent, wing of crow, these fell desires thou wouldst know--”

“I think we’re done here,” Aziraphale said firmly. “Thank you very much for the tea.”

The witches laughed again, then the cat meowed three times, and they were gone.

#good omens #good omens fic #good omens ficlet #racket's 13 days of halloween #witches #flaming sword burn and cold cocoa bubble etc

[foxesandmagic]

Happy Holidays, OC Community (9/?)

Betty Nickelson and Bill Denbrough (IT) for @nygmas-riddler;

Veronica Marshall and Lukas Hoffmann (The Flash) for @spectrumofsculs;

Emrey Sato and Reggie Peters (Julie and the Phantoms) for @megdonnellys;

Vivian Clearwater and Nova Craft (Harry Potter) for @fragilestorm;

Theo Raeken and Madison Sherwood (Teen Wolf) for @cecesxwickedxocs;

Robyn Argent and Annie Sinclair (Teen Wolf) for @avengiers;

Aurora Blake and Bellamy Blake (The 100) for @lahnistersden;

Faedra and Gandalf (The Hobbit) for @dreamerwithapen1;

Angel Fenny and Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things) for @alias-b.

A/N: Gif credit goes to the respective owners; I just found them and edited together. (I’m trying to do something for each OC blog I follow, so I apologise if I miss anyone!).

#ocappreciation

[sidehowriting]

July Reblogs

Second half of the year and still going strong! Hard to believe! July reblog time for @beccaanne814‘s reblog challenge. 

1st: Angel Cake (Billy x OFC Evie Fenny) by @alias-b

2nd: Heal (Thor x reader) by @oblivious-writer

3rd: Showgirl (Steve x reader) by @bucky-smiles

4th: What We’ve Got (dark!Steve x reader) by @mariessecretfantasies

5th: Bruises Part 1(Danny x reader) by @fandom-what-ifs

6th: Bruises Part 2 (Danny x reader) by @fandom-what-ifs

7th: Baby Brothers (Dean x sister!reader) by @luci-in-trenchcoats

8th: Gentle (Loki x reader) by @just-the-hiddles

9th: The Accidental Wife (Dean x reader) by @letsby 

10th: Naptime Part 1 (Thor x reader) by @saviorsong​

11th: Naptime Part 2 (Thor x reader) by @saviorsong​

12th: Promises Made in Ruins (Thor x reader) by @singtotheskiies​

13th: Un-eff-able (Bucky x reader) by @thorfanficwriter​

14th: That Time Again (Jack x reader) by @holylulusworld​

15th: A Bad Liar (Jack x reader) by @waywardmoeyy​

16th: Strip Poker (Loki x reader) by @fanficshiddles​

17th: Restless (Sam x reader) by @fvckingavengers

18th: Costumes & Kittens (Loki x reader) by @wordynerdygurl​

19th: Loki Imagine (Loki x reader) by @sserpente​

20th: Dozing on the Deity (Thor x reader) by @thegreatficmaster​

21st: Wake Up (Thor x reader) by @howlingbarnes​

22nd: Dial Tone Part 1 (Thor x reader) by @fictivefrolic​

23rd: Once Upon a December (Dean x reader) by @idreamofplaid​

24th: Good in Every Bad (Billy x reader) by @haileygarciasunshine​

25th: I Love You (Billy x reader) by @velvetl1ght​

26th: Pizza Girl (Loki x reader) by @loki-oneshots​

27th: Perfect Fit (Loki x reader) by @lokidrabbles​

28th: Our House (Thor x plussize!reader) by @pointbreak-odinson​

29th: Kinktober 26: Seduction (Thor x OFC) by @lokikingofasgardslover713​

30th: Rumbles of Thunder (Thor x reader) by @autumninavonlea​

31st: Loki’s Secret (Loki x plussize!reader) by @plus-size-reader​

#Becca’s Reblog Challenge #billy x reader #jack x reader #thor x reader

[eddiemunscns]

Angel Fenny + Billy Hargrove

Idk what these are I was just feeling things after the last chapter @alias-b

#fic rec #friends ocs #my edits #ocappreciation #allaboutocs #for others

[elibeeline]

Good Natured, a Geralt of Rivia x Original Character fic - Part 1

(Oh boy please don't hate this!) (Although constructive criticism is great and I'll work on any issues someone has!)

I'm Esmeralda, a bower and a blacksmith. My father was a weapon maker, my mother… I'm not sure. Father never explained, but if I ever get particularly emotional, well… it wasn't pretty. It's a form of supernatural, or at least a mutation, so my father made sure it was kept a secret.

Since my father died and I took over his store, I take to the pub most nights. The beer is warm and the music is more of a comedy act than a jig, but I met my apprentice there, so it wasn't entirely awful.

Fenrin is a young soul. He's barely eighteen, but the barman lets him drink under my surveillance. These people trust me, my weaponry makes them feel safe.

Sometimes, my good work even earns me and Fen a beer at the end of the night. Or him a water and me a wine, in this instance, since the person ordering is being presumptuous. Fen rolls his eyes but I make him drink it anyway. "You can't work with a hangover." I tell him.

"You drink mercilessly and yet you're always awake before me." He points out. "How come you don't get a hangover?"

Because my body heals itself before I wake up. "A simple method, really. A skill."

He stares with wide eyes. His enthusiasm towards achieving new skills is charming, and it's why I picked him as my apprentice. "A skill?"

"Easy to gain and yet not many people have it." I sigh.

"What's the skill? I can get it!"

"It's the skill of not complaining."

He pouts and huffs, then nods. "I'll work on it."

I grin and clink my wine against his water and the bard starts singing again.

"You'd be wise to beware,

The pike with a spike,

That lurks in your drawers,

Or the flying drake,

That will fill you with horror!

Need old Nan the Hag,

To stir up a potion,

So that your lady may get an abortion!"

"Abort yourself!" The bearded man sat by the fire barks out, and I snort as people start throwing their food at him.

The bard's eyes lock onto something apparently more interesting than free food, and I follow his gaze to a lone man in the corner. While the bard seems more focused on how brooding he is and the apparent factual inaccuracies in his song, I can't take my eyes off the bag next to him.

"Look at that sword, Fen." I nudge him to pull his attention to it too.

"As close as we are, Ez, I don't want to know that all you see in men is the stick between their-" he cuts himself off with a wheeze after I punch his gut.

"Get your mind out of the stream, Fenrin. The swords next to him. I thought my swords were good, but those are…" I wipe my drool. "Angel's work."

"I know who you are." The bard announces like it's a secret, and I stiffen until I realise he's not talking to me. The brooding loner gets up to leave. "You're the Witcher, Geralt of Rivia!"

I feel a tingle down my back. Witchers take great care with their swords, getting from the best smiths on the continent. But word about Geralt in particular hasn't been positive. The Butcher of Blaviken.

"Ez, I know that look. Please don't." Fen sighs, but I completely ignore him and get up anyway.

I stand in front of the witcher and open my mouth to speak, but he just pushes me aside and leaves.

"Yeah, he doesn't seem to like conversation. He came to drink alone." The bard says, mimicking the Witcher's deep, gravelly voice. "Y'know, I see you and that boy here all the time and yet I've never heard your names."

"I'm Esmeralda Fletcher, and 'that boy' is my apprentice, Fenrin Glenn."

"Oh! You're Kentin's daughter, right? He used to tip me every night."

I smile. Dad was charitable. "You sing every night and you've never introduced yourself."

He smiles too. "I'm Julian Alfred Pankratz-" he frowns. "It's a long name. Just call me Jaskier."

I nod. "Did you see his swords?"

"Yes, no wonder no one sat near him! Scary things."

"Do you think he'd let me get a closer look?"

"Only when he's pressing it against your throat." Fen hisses and drags me back to our seats. "Have you drank more than I've seen?"

"Are you suggesting I'm drunk, Fen?"

"You've definitely had enough for tonight. Let's go home."

I sigh. It appeared that Geralt was able to push me away easier than it should have been, and we have been here a few hours now. "Okay."

"Good." He leads me out with a hand on my back and we walk back to the shop.

Until I spot the Witcher again. Fen tightens his grip on my shoulder, but I still shove him away and make a beeline to the pair of swords. "Excuse me, good sir, I can't help but notice those two magnificent swords you own." I tell him as he ties his horse to a post.

"Don't touch them." He replies.

"Please? I can sharpen them first thing in the morning. I would do it tonight, but I was in the bar for a while and I don't want to ruin them."

He hums, but that's the only response I get.

"I'll even lower my prices for you. Quarter off. Pretty please? You'd be doing me a huge favour just letting me hold-"

I'm cut off by Fen clasping his hand on my mouth once he's caught up. "I'm sorry about her." He pulls me back. "She doesn't tend to get this drunk, it's the wine, you see."

Geralt hums again. "My swords do need sharpening."

I almost burst with excitement. "Thank you! I'll do the best job, I promise!"

"Don't forget the quarter off." He mumbles, then goes inside the inn and that's that.

I turn and hug Fen with a squeal. "I get to touch the swords, Fenny! This is the best day of my life!" I can't control the grin until Fen stares at me in horror.

"You're um…" he gestures to his face.

I feel sharp teeth poking my lip and notice that my hair has turned a dusty green. I don't need a mirror to know that my eyes are plain white and surrounded by thick turquoise veins.

The panic is enough to make it all disappear and I look human once more. I guess I got a little too excited. I breathe a silent sigh of relief and he frowns. "Maybe I've drank too much too. Nevermind. Let's carry on."

"Yeah, let's get you to bed. Don't worry about work in the morning. If it's bad enough to make you hallucinate, you should sleep off as much as you can."

He should sleep so I'll be able to remove his memory. Dad explained how mom used to do it, but it's an exhausting process so I use it as sparingly as possible.

If Fen remembers, and if he tells anyone, I could be killed. At the very least, I'll be forced out of town. Out of my shop, my home, away from everything I have of my family. I can't let that happen.

I keep my hand on his shoulder and we go back home. He goes straight to bed and drops to sleep quickly, and I press my fingertips to his forehead. I mumble the Elder under my breath and imagine untying a knot. A space for memory now free to tie again, to be adapted.

I take my fingers away and feel a new, heavy wave of tiredness overcome me. I would fall asleep just there if it wasn't for a knock at the door, so I trudge down and see Jaskier with a bag over his shoulder.

"Sorry to disturb you at such a late hour I um… the barman kicked me out. Apparently my singing wasn't good enough for him to let me stay any more." He mumbles. "Is the blacksmith's daughter as charitable as the man himself?"

"I don't have a spare bed, but there's a sofa in the back room and a blanket." I shrug.

"I would be happy to sleep on the rug." He replies. "I cannot thank you enough." He steps in and sees the wide array of swords, daggers, knives, and arrows on display. "I won't be a problem, I promise."

I smile and lead him to the back. "Make yourself comfortable. I'm gonna go straight to bed."

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Ho boy there it is, thank you so much for reading! I'm working on part 2 atm and it'll come up when I'm happy with it!

Also if anyone knows how to add a 'keep reading' button on mobile I would greatly appreciate it, I'm not smart 😭😭

#the witcher #geralt x oc #geralt of rivia #not geraskier #sorry yall #don't hate me #maybe in another fic! #original character #geralt x original character #geralt of rivia x oc #how do I add a keep reading link oh dear

[rwbyremnants]

WARNINGS: Cute fluff and wedding bells. [also note, this was written several years ago, hence the "legality" remark about weddings in Hawaii]

And thanks to everybody who read this one! I know this account is mostly all about the girls and understand those who skipped it for that reason (I probably would have if I weren't writing it lol). So I'm even happier about those who kept with it. There'll be more gay in the future! Until then, thanks and have a good 2020!!!

-NBW

=Chapter 11

Having ran several red lights themselves, Winter and Qrow did indeed made it to the hospital in time. To avoid suspicion, Qrow waited outside the room for a few minutes before also bursting through, where they met with the rest of the family. There were a few jokes made about Weiss taking the easy route by getting a C-section, but they had successfully brought a baby girl into the world, whom they named Fènleng. Mother and baby were just fine and dandy.

Not even a full day later, they received another phone call from Yang, still at the hospital with Weiss, announcing that they were formally engaged. Although the fact it happened was no shock, it was hearing that Weiss had asked and dropped to sleep before she even heard Yang say yes properly the first time that was worth retelling many, many times.

In the six months that followed, Qrow had moved into Winter's apartment. They set up the spare room as his own, except this time he managed to keep it a whole lot tidier and presentable should anyone come over. There was the odd argument when Winter would come home from work and find him passed out on the sofa for the first few weeks, but overall, it was working in both of their favours. Winter was a lot more relaxed with him around, and Qrow had the motivation to straighten himself out. He managed to cut down drinking significantly, and even land a small job at a bar for himself.

Their activities certainly never lessened either. A few nights each week, the two would enjoy their sessions in Winter's room, without fear of any more noise complaints or ever getting caught. Although mostly dominant, Qrow wasn't afraid to sometimes take the backseat and sub every now and again, something Winter thoroughly enjoyed when it happened. In addition, there was still the odd visit to the club, but more for sightseeing than participation. Maybe their routine was odd, but it was theirs, and brought something into their lives they had both been missing until now.

Finally, the day of the wedding had arrived. Or it might as well have been considered a week. For the sake of legality, and the picturesque backdrop, the wedding took place in Hawaii. Only close family and friends were in attendance, and there weren’t any photographers or media representatives in sight. Just how they wanted it to be. The ceremony went without a hitch, apart from a very emotional Ruby and Taiyang, and it was onwards to the reception and party.

The entire time, Qrow had distanced himself from Winter to avoid suspicion, even though nobody seemed to notice they had been in the same hut each night. But that was about to change as he found himself in the grip of the younger Schnee sister, who was pulling him along against his will.

"I dunno why you're bothering, most girls give me the brush off the instant they meet me. I'm sure this one'll be no different."

"Because we can never seem to get you two in the same place!" Weiss told him, in good spirits but completely adamant. She didn't have a clue how ridiculous her statements were. "Winter keeps saying she thinks you're a figment of our imagination, since she doesn't even remember seeing you at the hospital!"

"Exactly! I'm that forgettable, so what’s the use?"

But trying to stop her was no use, either. He could already see Winter at the other side the room, where they were headed. Yang had distracted Winter with the six month old baby in her arms, disguising her intentions as talking about her when really it was to keep her in one place. When she looked up to see Weiss and Qrow only a short distance away, she grinned. "Hey! I was just telling Winter how she can take the kid now and then if she wants."

"Of course you were," Weiss replied as they walked up. "But not for a few months; I want to get to know my little angel before I let her out of my sight for one minute." Then she leaned over the baby and cooed softly, "Yes I do, yes I doooo!"

Little Fènleng was giggling away at her other mother, reaching her tiny hand upward to bat her nose. They had dressed her in her own little white dress, with a flower crown to match. Not that she kept it on during the ceremony, and was only just keeping it on her head now. But it was complimented by everyone.

Qrow however rolled his eyes at Weiss's words. "One weekend won't hurt ya, surely? You've had her six months, what more do you need to know? Still poops."

Frowning up at him, she hissed, "She's my firstborn daughter, you ape! I want to cherish my time with her!" Then she turned back to Winter. "By the way, I don't believe you two have been properly introduced."

"I don't believe we ever have," Winter chuckled with a very vague smile. "I've seen him around here or there before."

"You're… Weiss's sister, right?" He managed to smile to himself. It was strange to have to re-enact first meetings when the two had been sleeping together for over a year. But he had to try his best. Holding a hand out toward her, he smiled. "Pleasure to meet you."

"And you, sir," she responded, shaking his firmly. "You're Qrow, right? Yang favours you a bit."

"Huh, never knew that. I always figured she was better off not looking like some jerk."

"Hey, just because you’re a jerk doesn’t mean you’re ugly." Yang smirked at him before looking over to Winter again. "He used to be a full time alcoholic, but now he serves the stuff instead! Funny how the world works, huh?"

The elder Schnee sister's lips were pulled into a wide smile as she leaned back to look him in the eyes. "Certainly is funny, I agree. Very, very funny."

"Yeah I got kicked out my old apartment, sorta gave me the motivation to set myself straight." Then however, he began to smirk, folding his arms confidently. "Roommate's kind of a bitch, but she ain't too bad."

One corner of Winter's eye twitched slightly, but otherwise she maintained her composure. "Really? You have a female roommate? And she doesn't mind living with a hairy man-beast?"

"Wow," Weiss snorted, glancing between them. "That's… pretty rude, even for you, Winter."

Qrow simply laughed at the comment, waving his hand to show Weiss he was unharmed by such insults. "Nah, I think she's a fan, actually! I noticed her checking this hairy man-beast body out quite a few times."

Yang couldn't help but shudder at that mental image. "Please don't talk about your hairy body while I'm in earshot, I don't wanna imagine some old guy pushin' fifty in the nude, let alone my own uncle."

Unable to help herself, Winter glanced across the flower-draped outdoor deck, spotting Ruby talking to Yang and Weiss's fellow recording artist, Neon. "Indeed, I'm sure that's a terrible thing to picture." Then she turned back to Qrow. "Not you specifically, but one's own uncle."

The situation was just too funny to Qrow. Yang and Weiss were so blissfully unaware they were winding one another up in front of them. In fact, to test the waters further he casually leant against the table to half close his eyes, sparing a quick wink. "So you admit I'm not so bad, huh?"

"Oh brother…" Yang rolled her eyes. She handed baby Fènleng over to Weiss, asking her, "Do you really think this is a good idea? My uncle and your sister? Looks more like a match made in Hell to me."

"Not to mention I don't want to see my sister flirted at," Weiss added with a little gag as she bounced the baby against her sarong-clad hip. "But he's your uncle."

"It was your idea to introduce them because you wanted Winter to get some!" Yang reaffirmed. Though when the music was starting to change its tone, Yang quickly took her phone from her shorts pocket to check the time. "Shoot… First dance is soon and I don't think Dad or your dad are back from the bar yet… Unless we wanted to dance with Fenny in the middle?"

"Call your sister over," Weiss suggested easily enough, stroking the tiny cheek of her daughter. "You know she's fantastic with her now that she has gotten past her initial baby anxiety."

"Why can't I hold her while you dance?" Winter pouted, folding her arms. "Unless you really are determined to keep her out of my care for a few more months."

That only earned her an eyeroll from her younger sibling. Yang could only shrug her shoulders, looking back at little Fènleng and her wife again. "Y'know, she does have a point, and she is right there."

Rolling her eyes, Weiss let out a very long and put-upon sigh before handing the little bundle off to her sister. "Alright, just don't forget to support her neck. And let me know if she wants milkies; I can cut short a dance to feed my child. And if she-"

"Go," Winter half-laughed at her. "Enjoy your day. You and Yang have earned this."

"Well… alright." Smiling widely, she reached a hand out for her new wife. "May I have this dance?"

"Hmm… Well…" Yang hesitated, wearing a deliberate smirk to show she was joking around, before she took her hand in hers. "Try and fucking stop me."

Qrow claimed Yang's seat once the two left for the dance floor, watching as they wrapped their arms around one another. When their slow dancing began, he finally looked back around to Winter and the small bundle, pushing his chair closer to them.

"Gotta admit, she's a cute one."

"She's a little angel." Of course, right then Fènleng reached up and tugged on a handful of Winter's hair, prompting her to wince and reach up to gently tug her little fist away. "Ah, ah! Don't pull Auntie's hair!"

"Oh come on, you've had way more than that pulled before," he teased, helping her however he could by holding one of his fingers out for Fènleng to hold instead. The sight of such a tiny hand holding his index digit was enough to bring a smile out of the tough outer shell of Qrow easily. Wriggling it back and forth playfully, he sighed. "I remember when Yin- Yang was this big. Lil' bundle was way more of a handful though."

"Hmm, yes, I'm sure you remember a lot of other things, as well. The fall of the Berlin Wall, the invention of sliced bread…"

For a moment, he simply glared at her, before smirking. "Yet you still sleep with a dinosaur, what does that make you? A cavewoman?"

"An equal-opportunity sub." Luckily, no one was remotely close enough to hear her say that… or so she thought.

"You and Sun both," Blake muttered as she walked past them toward the pit-roasted hog for seconds.

That made Qrow perk right up however. Even the distraction of a small baby wasn't enough to make him ignore that comment. Looking right up toward her again, he spared her a small smile. "Well well, got him in the doghouse again, huh? Bet you let him out when you wanna play with his bone."

"He's my bitch," Blake chuckled as she sank into the chair opposite them. "So 'play' is whenever I want. But… okay, now and then, I do want him on top for a change of pace."

"Kinky," Winter said sarcastically, though she was smiling.

"So you're still a power bottom when you’re a bottom, that's what you're saying here." Qrow took a quick glance across the room. The couple were still distracted dancing, and everyone else was watching or recording. They were safe. "I've tried doing that a couple of times, but I think I’m still good with staying on top. Mostly."

That brought Blake up fast. "You have? Wow. I… didn't expect that from a 'macho' guy like you."

"Well I took some persuading, but with the right Dom…" He had to make that part clear. The two had been getting closer over the past few months, and anyone who knew of their arrangement noticed. It was more or less everything but the name. He braced for the chiding… but it never came.

"Good for you," Blake told him with an easy smile. Not condescending or smug at all, just glad he had discovered this facet of himself.

"Good for both of us," Winter corrected, taking a sip of the Mai Thai at the table, her other arm firmly wrapped around the small babe on her lap. "Trust me."

"I gotta admit, I didn't see the appeal of why monkey-boy likes being taken up there, but then when I took your advice and tried it…" He more or less allowed that sentence to finish itself. But before Blake could ask for details, he was looking around the room. "Where is Monkey Boy anyways? Surprised you two ain't tied the knot yet."

"What?!" Blake burst out without thinking, then cleared her throat. "Um… I mean, we're not really interested in that kind of arrangement. We're practically already married, aren't we?"

But Winter was squinting at Blake pretty shrewdly. "Then why not actually go through with the paperwork? It would probably make things a little easier on you financially."

"Don't rush us. Maybe in a couple years, after I feel a little more settled in Nashville."

"Blake Wukong has a nice ring to it… Unless you wanna go for against tradition and he’d be 'Sun Belladonna' or something," Qrow teased, leaning back in toward the small baby yet again, wiggling his finger to distract her once more. "Who knows? Maybe you can both have a lil playmate for Fènleng here."

"Maybe," Blake laughed. "But if we do, Sun's going to be the stay-at-home dad; I've known for a while that's not my life. But I could see a little girl or boy running around my house in the far future."

"I'll leave that to you and Weiss," Winter put in as she bounced the child on her knee. "I'm content to be Auntie."

Lowering her glass, Blake raised an eyebrow at the other woman. "Really? You don't hear your biological clock ticking?"

"Absolutely not. I had it removed." When they both blinked at her, she glanced between them and said, "What? A tubal ligation is an outpatient procedure. And with my… hobbies, it seemed a lot wiser than crossing my fingers and hoping a condom never breaks, or that I never forget to pop my birth control."

"You could have just asked me to get a vasectomy," Qrow told her, still wriggling his finger to distract the completely oblivious bundle of joy. "Wouldn't have minded, y'know, cause I know I don't want any kids of my own either."

"Well you're old enough to be a grandpa, aren't you?" Sun asked, finally having arrived with a drink of his own, pulling over a chair to join the four of them. Immediately however he seemed more distracted by Fènleng then anything. "And no child can be as perfect as you! No they can't, no they can't!"

"Just because I never told you doesn't mean I didn't do it, Qrow. Years and years ago. So you see, though I firmly believe in vasectomies, and you might want to do that if you intend to take on more subs than just myself, there wasn't much impetus for me to ask you to get one, right?"

"Oh… Did I come at a bad time?" Sun leant toward Blake to whisper, keeping silent other than that as he took a sip of his drink.

But Qrow only put his hand up, shrugging his shoulders. "Alright alright, I didn't know y' had that. I was just saying, I wouldn't mind doing that if you didn’t wanna is all."

"That's good to hear," Winter told him more earnestly, so he would know she wasn't irritated at him for asking. "Did you want to give any other subs a whirl? Maybe even Blake, there?"

"Whoa, whoa," Blake laughed, holding up both hands. "Let's not cross the streams. Did you forget I'm Yang's ex?"

"Yeah, that wouldn't work out. No offence; you’re damn cute but I’m in the same boat. Too weird."

Although he was distracted when the music began to stop once again. The first dance had ended, and it was time for an event that most of the women were already out of their chairs for. Right away, Sun patted Blake's shoulder. "Hey, get over there! You wanna catch it before Neon snatches it, right?"

With a heavy sigh, Blake told him, "I guess." But she got up and went over there all the same. "You coming, Winter?"

"I have more important things to do," she said, hefting Fènleng. "Besides, what use do I have for a bouquet?"

"In case your fancy man ever decides to make it official?" Qrow had chose the wrong moment to have some of his drink, choking on it for a short moment at Sun's comment. After a few brief coughs, he recovered enough to speak.

"You're kidding, right? I mean it wouldn't be the end of the world but we're not even together together."

"Suit yourself." But once he'd noticed that Blake had gone back to the crowd, he pulled the chair in closer to the couple, leaning in toward them to whisper, "Hey, can I let you two in on something?"

Glancing over her shoulder first, Winter leaned in, making sure to keep the baby balanced and safe. "Go on?"

"Okay, Weiss and Yang know… And Ruby… And Penny… And-"

"Everyone but us, right…" Qrow interrupted, but when he received nothing but a small glare from Winter for doing so, he held a hand out. "Sorry, go on."

"Right, but anyway… I might have persuaded Yang to aim to throw the bouquet in her direction…" Reaching into his pocket for a moment, he pulled out a small box, showing it to them. "And I might just slide over once she catches it…"

Instantly, Winter's eyes lit up and she covered her mouth with her other hand. "No. Oh my God, you're really going to do it. Here and now?"

"In front of everyone?” Qrow asked. “Are you really sure? It's gonna be pretty bad if she doesn't want to."

"That's why I'm positive she'll say yes." Tucking the box back into his pocket again, he made sure to keep watch to make sure he wouldn't miss the moment. Once confident it wasn't going to happen for a little while longer yet, he continued, "I've heard her talking to Yang on the phone before, saying how she's jealous that she got asked before her, even if it was while Weiss was still woozy after the anesthetic; I know she wants to make it official. We've been together longer than these two anyway, it makes no sense to have not even gotten engaged. Right?"

"Suppose that's true," Winter mused as she watched all the ladies making a fuss over Yang and Weiss, celebrating them and their affection for each other. "Well, as long as you don't steal too much of the limelight from my little sister, you certainly have my blessing."

"Actually, the proposing after the bouquet was Weiss's idea. They've been a huge help." But upon seeing that Yang had just collected a bouquet of hibiscus flowers, he stood from his seat, quickly patting himself down. "Shit! Wish me luck!"

"Knock 'er dead, pal," Qrow encouraged, pivoting his chair to get a good view of the show, and also so he could continue to fuss little Fènleng.

Holding the girl up against her shoulder, Winter turned her chair so she could have an easier time watching, as well. Then she muttered, "I hope to God all this isn't giving you any ideas, Rooster."

Qrow could only laugh, leaning further back into his chair and toward her. "You wish. I'm more than happy with the arrangement we have, thanks."

"Everybody ready?!" the blonde yelled from across the room before she turned her back to the crowd. She managed to take a glance as to whereabouts Blake was stood for an idea of where to aim, and no doubt the others in the crowd that knew like Ruby, Penny and even Neon would assist her should she miss. “One, two, THREE!”

With ease, she threw the bouquet over her head and toward the crowd, listening as their lady guests all made a frantic effort to try and catch it. Blake did raise her arms, of course, smiling like most of them were smiling. But she wasn't trying to knock anyone out of the way; just participating. However, anyone who had seen Neon on the beach the day previous would have noticed her exceptional volleyball skills. Glancing over her shoulder, she positioned herself under the bouquet and thrust her hands up and back slightly. The flowers bounced off her flat palms, after which she made an exaggerated, futile grasp at the empty air.

And, as she had obviously desired, the flowers landed in Blake's outstretched arms. The brunette was completely stunned, having thought Neon had it for sure! Looking around, she wasn't sure what to do until she heard Weiss whistling and cheering - and even then, all she did was grin bashfully. Yang had obviously been equally glad of that, pumping her fist in the air to celebrate to herself. They had done their part, it was down to Sun now.

Sun who had dashed over just in time, and managed to crouch onto one knee before she turned around. Once in the position with the box in his hand, he cleared throat to catch her attention. Blake turned fairly slowly, then widened her eyes when she saw him kneeling.

"What the f- Sun, what are you doing?"

"Something I probably should have done a long ass time ago."

When Blake first turned to check Yang and Weiss's reaction, both seemed equally happy at what was occurring, her best friend even offering a quick wink to let her know she was in on the whole action. When she turned back, Sun was holding the box up high.

"I think we did pretty good for a couple of random ass Potterheads, but you're way more magical than any of those seven books can describe. I can't even describe how happy you make me feel, and I'm an idiot for not asking sooner." He opened the box, revealing a silver ring. Fitting to how they first met and their shared interest, the centre piece was a blue gem, with a set of wings surrounding it. Something clearly inspired by the Ravenclaw crest.

"Blake Belladonna, will you marry me?"

Both of Blake's hands were pressed against her mouth now, the flowers having fallen down between her sandaled feet. For a long moment, she didn't respond, only flicked her gaze between the ring and the man holding it aloft.

"Say 'yes', you dolt!" Weiss called out, which earned a round of laughter and applause.

"Well… you heard her," Blake finally breathed as she lowered her hands, grinning and blushing and tearing up. "Yes! Absolutely, yes!"

"It's about TIME!" Yang's exaggerated call earned a few more laughs from the crowd, and an embarrassed one from Sun. He couldn't agree more. Finally rising to his feet again, he took the ring from the box before putting it back in his pocket, and taking one of Blake's hands for her to try it on.

All of the actions were watched by the older couple at the back of the room, who were still sat in their seats with Fènleng. Qrow had clapped and whistled in celebration, but quickly went back to his drink. Before taking another sip, he quickly commented, "Nope, not giving me ideas. You're safe."

"Good," Winter said as she watched Blake turning her hand this way and that, admiring the stone and how it looked on her hand before diving into Sun's arms and peppering him with kisses. "I'm not really interested in all that mushiness."

"Right there with ya. I'm happy our arrangement. You get your own space and I get mine." But as he continued to watch the happy display between them, and as they were hugged by Weiss and Yang right after, he couldn't help but smile contently to himself. As tough as he made himself out to be, he couldn't deny it was touching to watch a couple get their happy ending. Something that he himself had found, albeit in another way.

"Still, the kisses every now and again are pretty alright."

After a long pause, in which Fènleng managed to tug at Winter's hair, she agreed softly, "Every now and again."

Another pause followed for them both. Leaving just enough time for him to assist her with the small child again, once more giving her his index finger to grab a hold of instead of her strands of hair. "Alright, fine. I'm kind of a sap when it comes to you, alright?" he finally admitted, shuffling his chair slightly closer to hers.

"Who said you weren't allowed to be? You're the one boxing yourself in like that." But she was smirking at him. "Anyway, it's not like our lives are 'good' or 'bad'. Just… we are who we are."

"Horny idiots who don’t mind a good spanking?" he asked, wriggling his finger still to keep Fènleng distracted. However when he began to notice her little eyes dropping shut, he smiled up at his roomie, giving a little nod. "I'm more than happy with that, if you are."

"I am. It's… nice to have someone to share the lonely hours with. For safety and companionship." Glancing down at the little girl's sleepy face, she whispered, "As long as you never ask me to pop out one of these, I think we're right as rain."

Qrow was glad that the rest of the party guests were distracted by the newlyweds and the newly engaged. It meant that he had no fear when he quickly leant in to leave a brief kiss on Winter's cheek, drawing back and smiling. "We'll stick to nieces and nephews to spoil, I guess."

"Or spoil me," she whispered throatily, glad the child was too young to understand what they were saying. Her cheeks might have been a little warmer thanks to the peck. "Too bad Weiss and Yang didn't know Glynda, or she could assist you in that matter."

Smirking back at the comment, he leant in toward her, whispering just as teasingly, "You got a thing for calling me a little girl, got a thing for Glynda. If I didn't know any better I'd say you're more than ‘a little gay’."

"We've been over this, you perv. We're both a little bit gay, in all honesty. But I won't tell if you won't."

"Can't argue with that." Yet again, he managed to plant another small kiss on her cheek, before whispering, "Maybe if we leave a little earlier, we can arrange a little scene with Snowmane again, huh?"

Raising her tropical drink to her lips again, she watched as a native hula dance was struck up for the guests' viewing pleasure as she mulled that topic over, weighing the pros and cons of cutting out of their Hawaiian holiday early. After a minute or two, she finally formed a reply.

"Maybe I could book Glynda a flight down here. Then the Princess and the Rooster won't have to leave the party early. How do you feel about that?"

All satisfied smiles, Qrow leaned over, his black tie brushing her leg as he whispered, "I'm liking the sound of that, Princess. Five stars all the way."

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Idk if you're done this already but you did it for your other couples, can we get a nsfw alphabet for Billy and Evie? Pretty pretty please💘

Oh my gosh!! You’re right, I haven’t done one for them!! Well let’s fix that right now, shall we?? And I’ll try to make it different from the Billy/Cam one but Billy is still Billy lol Okay! So here goes.

Dirty Alphabet for Billy Hargrove and Evie Fenny! My lovely plus size oc xoxo Thank you so much for asking!! 📌💝🍓💝

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

   Evie isn’t used to being touched so abrasively and Billy is the overstimulation king!! She might get a little shy in the lazy post-sex haze as everything sets in, but they’ll sorta of curl into each other and cling bc they’re both super overwhelmed and unable to look at each other sometimes.

   She tries to hold Billy a lot and it takes him some getting used to bc he’s conditioned to sexual and violent touch only. Billy is a Super Tease and will run his fingertips and mouth over her skin bc his girl is Extra Sensitive and he loves the way she whines and shivers and squirms. Chances are he’ll try to initiate another round.😘

   After being together a bit, it’ll be easier to deal with all the emotions and spoon afterward tho! Evie will start to cover his face, neck, and chest in kisses and he’ll mirror it until they’re twisting together and curling up to sleep. Stage five clingers.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

   Evie’s been caught staring at Billy’s muscled thighs....a lot. So LOWKEY them. She loooooooves to straddle his big hard thigh and maybe ride it during make outs. He’s all encouragement. Also his hands are to DIE for and his sensitive neck. Prime kissy places for Evie to ravish him and it always catches him off guard.

   Billy actually has trouble choosing as he gets to know her body, he loves to just look at her and run his hands along all her soft curves and make her feel like a goddess bc she deserves it. As much as he loves being flashed, Billy is a hips/ass guy. Loves to grab her and dig his fingers into her skin and position her however he likes. Loves to also rest his cheek on her inner thigh when he’s teasing as they’re lying together. Also likes to spank and pinch her tushy anytime he likes. Esp in public she she gets all squealy and red in the cheeks.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

   Billy is so gross. We’ll start there.

   Boy will cum on her tits and lick it off and massage her flesh and gather it to make her suck it off his fingers too. He’ll eat her out after coming inside her and let her p much spit into his mouth after she blows him.

He does not give a Fuck. Also seeing his cum leak out of her when she’s all fucked out and wet and puffy...that’s hot. He will cum on anything and he wants to blow his load on her tits so bad. He also doesn’t like to wash his hands after fingering her and will spend time after just licking his digits clean. He grOSS.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

  Evie thinks about Billy fucking her in public places a lot when they’re out and about and she will NEVER admit to how much she thinks about sex with him even in their early days when they quarreled lol

   Billy doesn’t keep a lot of dirty secrets bc he’s just gonna tell Evie his every depraved thought. But!! He wants to make nasty porn with her so bad. Photos esp so he can keep her in a little box in his dresser maybe with something she wore once that was lacy. He wants pics of her in lingerie. Naked. Spread. Fucked. Every which way. The boy will pay for it.

   ***Also.....he has a couple explicit fantasies he doesn’t share.... One having to do with just gross “i caught you, now I get to fuck you as hard as I want” sex between them. Another and the bigger one...I think he fantasized once about her pegging him.....and being dominating him super hard by Evie. He wants to be bratty af and have her to step on him basically.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

   Billy has Mucho Experience. Almost too much to the point of he has to work harder to figure out what Evie likes and get out of his head lmao Evie has had a few past relationships and she likes sex and is getting more comfortable with it so there isn’t a huge difference!!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

   Billy likes to be on top bc he’s such a show off. He doesn’t know this about Evie yet but....she also wants to be on top bc she’s a control freak. So that’ll be funny when they actually get down to bizness. But, I think Billy later learns quick that watching her ride him is so hot. Gripping her hips and bucking to meet her and sitting up to bit her neck or suck titty. Ooohh, he’ll adore it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

   They laugh a lot!! In heated moments of emotion, they’ll go quiet and serious, but Billy and Evie both like to have fun during sex. They like to joke and roll around. Billy is a pornstar who NEVER shuts up so he’s spinning dirty lines and she’ll roast him for it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

   Carpet and drapes match! Billy is expertly groomed and trimmed nicely. He looked pretty and golden and immaculate down there. Annoying. Evie actually does some trimming and what not to look cleaner down there, but she’s hairier than him and he doesn’t mind! They’re both all about hygiene and perfumes and lotions and oils so they’re p fresh all the time. Although, I’m p sure Evie will complain when she blows him and tastes his cologne and tells him to ease up on that lmao

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

   Billy is superrr into body worship which just gives Evie crazy whiplash. He takes time to marvel at her and appreciate her and she’s NOT used to that and gets super blushy and almost can’t look at him. Being a bigger girl, she’s still on that self comfort journey and he’s happy to assist! He’s super grabby and touchy and they both are all about kissing everywhereee.

   On Evie’s end, she gets so soft with him and he’s overwhelmed a lot by that. Her kissing his wrists and cheeks and holding him. Massaging him and running her fingers down his back. Billy really needs time to get used to it and she’s fine with that.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

   Hell yeah. They actually love to watch each other get off. Phone sex was the tip of the iceberg. Although, Billy does say that if he had it his way, she wouldn’t get herself off and instead she’d come to him and let him make her come when she wants it. Possessive boi.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

   It startles her at first, but Evie looooves when Billy picks her up and drags her all over the bed. She didn’t think he could and he took that as a dare to heart and he lifts more and she feels his muscles BULGE and loves it. Watching him work out super turns her on and they usually end up having gross sex before he can finish if she’s there to watch. Which Billy loves being watched by her xx He’s gonna eat her out on that weight bench too, mark my words.

   He also, as mentioned before, has a Super praise kink. He’s goal is to make Evie louder in bed. He wants her to talk too & maybe order him around a bit. He loves being on his knees, pushing her skirt up, holding her thighs in place before he starts to teasingly eat her while she still as her panties on. Also bonus points if they’re being sexual and teasy in a public or semi public spot.

   Also Billy wants to fuck her tits so bad. I said it sorta before, but I’m saying it againnnn.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

   Billy: Anywhere. Literally anywhere. I don’t give a Fuck. 💦

   Evie gets more adventurous with him, but she likes just being in an empty house so they can be loud. Lowkey, I think Billy enjoys the thrill of someone being home bc it’s cute watching Evie try to be quiet while he pleasures her. He might help her out by stuffing his fingers in her mouth *wink wink*

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

   Billy is always revved up tbh. Seeing Evie do anything, he can make it sexual. It’s the Brain Sex Rot. Evie starts to feel it in the air if he keeps just looking intently at her. They eye fuck a lot.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

   Evie is okay with being held down but no like ropes or anything. Neither will be spanked by belts. Hands only. Billy will never hit her in the face too and she wouldn’t be into that either. Also Evie’s never ever gonna be into food play, it’d make her wildly uncomfortable.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

   Billy already rubbing his hands together planning his tongue’s assault on Evie’s clit. He is shamelessly and proudly into giving oral and will spend all the time he needs down there making her his. Billy’s “get what he wants move” usually starts with kissing up her thigh and then some. 👅 Finally, for him, he wants Evie to sit on his face so bad, it’ll take some time to get there tho

   Evie mentioned this, but she actually really likes to give skilled head. They both are hair pullers so that works too. xx Evie wants to hold his hips and kiss his pretty thighs and let him fuck her mouth against something. Billy’s so sweet to about it, always making sure she’s comfortable, praising her, and kissing her after with tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

  I think this just depends on the mood!! More likely to be fast and rough. When they get slow and sensual, emotions spike and overwhelm and sometimes that’s just too much to handle.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

   Evie isn’t the biggest fan of quickies bc she likes to be able to relax and clean up properly afterward. Billy disagrees bc he’s a dirty little dick pig and he’ll take her to pound town any hour of the day. 💞

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

   Oh, they deffo will take risks and experiment!! They’re young and horny and super into each other. Go raw.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

   Billy has some wild stamina that Evie doesn’t always match. With his coaxing and encouragement, she might be able to go a couple rounds. But, I think Evie wants like crazy foreplay and then one amazing sex round and then cuddling. Whereas Billy can have his insatiable nights and try to work a couple climaxes out of her. However he wont push and this works out fine bc they can also wake each other up with sex during the night too!! 😉

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

   Evie and Heather deffo bought toys together and used them and called each other after like “girl hfjhkejr!!!” lmao. Billy prefers to just be the toy himself bc of his Boy Pride. I think Spencers will be a fav store of my teens when Starcourt opens....... But, Billy would like to use toys on Evie like he’s performing an exorcism and I mentioned this but......someone peg this bratty boy.....

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

   Billy Hargrove is such a shit. He’s constantly trying to tease is pretty plush gf, but I think he underestimates how hard she can match him so they’ll end the night tearing each other up.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

   Evie always tries not to make too much sound, until Billy makes it his mission to stop all of that. He’s pornographically loud and longs for Evie to match that. If he can get her to cry out while she’s holding back...that makes him V Happy.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

   Evie likes lingerie and cute matching undergarments even if no one sees it. She likes feeling the lace under her clothes and that naughty thrill like she has a secret. She’s a big girl and she dresses for HERSELF. Also, I’ve done this before.....leaving lipstick kisses on Billy’s clothing and skin. He does not try to wash it off lmao he adores being marked by his gf. Lastly, Billy is totally a biter and he wants to sink his teeth into her chest and ass so bad.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

   Imma just leave this here bc Billy is mad fat and he knows it and he walks around like he is so everyone else knows it.

   Evie’s so shy at first with him, bc he looks like Apollo and he hasn’t been with a big girl and she has boobs and tummy and thighs and love handles and she gets worried about angles but Billy is so keen to touch her, that a lot of her fears melt away.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

   Big Huge. They’re nasty. Evie is not exempt from this bc she is as bad as him even if she pretends like she isn’t. Girls can be dick pigs too just as much as boys and she is NOT that stereotype fat girls often get being a super shy virgin type.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

   Unless they’ve been going a long time, they both actually stay up for a bit after. ((I think they both just have sleep issues anyways.)) Either spooning or talking or getting up to finish the day lol but they really enjoy lying there together and fighting to stay awake so they can chat and enjoy each other’s company before falling asleep all cozy and secure. That’s what they really get out of each other is security. 💘💘💘 

**This was so much fun!!! And I’m always happy to take horny asks or requests for Billy & Evie. You never know what I can put into the fic or what I can make a smutty one shot out of. Thank you!!!

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          Of course it was fucking raining. Of all of the possible evenings it could rain throughout the year in sickeningly sunshiny Los Angeles, California, meteorology beckoned the sky to weep on the one night he and Jason had a fight. Or rather, the one night Jason’s anxiety and frustration had finally culminated into an explosive screaming match between the two. The atmosphere suddenly changed from concerned and disapproving to straight up hostile, and Ethan’s disputes left his mouth as yells much quicker than the hand of his subconscious could take control of the volume knob. Even before he could fully register what he was saying, he knew he had said too much. And he knew he had to leave. That’s just how it worked.

           If only he’d bothered to grab a fucking jacket before he stormed out. He cursed himself, bitterly and coldly, shoving his mitt-like fists into his jean pockets. One upside to having an abundance of curly hair that frequently shielded his eyes — if there had to be an upside — was that he could at least partially see. This was good news, since Ethan had a long way to travel. He’d had his destination locked in mind seconds after the door slammed shut behind him.

           The walk to Fennie’s mansion (or “very roomy house,” as she insisted on calling it) barely left him unscathed. He was too riled to bother stopping at crosswalks, almost willing some unfortunate driver to plow him down. And with the nighttime rain pouring harder and more aggressively with every passing minute, he humorlessly thought it would be more efficient to swim there. The distance was far enough that he always had to take one of the Metro Local busses as far as it would go on the outskirts of the city, and then he had to walk another couple of miles on top of it, not factoring in the formidable stretch of her driveway, the likes of which he now had to scale to reach the front door.

           When he finally made it, he freed one of his hands from the confines of his jeans and reached for the comically large door-banger handle, or whatever it was called. But before he had the chance to channel some of his lingering frustrations out on her towering manor, the door flew open. Fennie stood before Ethan in what he assumed were her going-to-bed clothes, with her hair tied into a messy, spilling knot on top of her head. Ethan also noted that this was only the second time he had ever seen her wearing glasses, which made him think she was minutes away from going to bed when he texted her on the bus. It was almost jarring to see his best friend — who, if he had to be honest, usually looked quite beautiful and put-together — in such a simple state.

           Even more jarring, however, was the piercing intensity of her bright amber eyes, which were now surveying every inch of Ethan’s soaking-wet frame. He was wearing a scowl that buried a full range of emotions dangerously close, still, to spilling over. Ethan knew she was thinking carefully because she was being uncharacteristically quiet. Growing more and more uncomfortable with the silence, he bit his lip irritably and fidgeted with his hands. He opened his mouth to say something to her; an apology for showing up dripping wet in the dead of night, a question of some sort, a snide remark about her glasses, whatever happened to reach his lips first.

           “I saw you walking up the driveway,” she announced, beating him to the punch. He couldn’t help but notice the poorly concealed concern on her face. “Sorry I couldn’t lend you the boat — you might’ve gotten here quicker.” She flashed him the grin she usually wore when she made an inconvenient joke.

           He bit his lip again, still fidgeting with his hands and now starting to shiver under the weight of his cold, wet clothes (and other bubbling feelings). He opened his mouth again. “I’m sor—”

           “Don’t be,” Fennie said with a quickness, dropping the pretense of humor finally. She reached for his wrist and led him in. “Come on, come inside already. You’re goin’ to get hypothermia or somethin’. Your little snake body can’t handle this mild coastal weather.”

           “You don’t have to pull me,” he muttered, his insides suddenly flooding with a feeling that was unfamiliar to him but comforting all the same.

           Fennie dropped her hold on his wrist. “Okay. Follow me, then,” she said simply. She made her way across the room and darted for the staircase that created an elegant, spiraled path to the mansion’s second floor. Ethan couldn’t marvel at her home’s rustic, distinctly Scottish decorum quite as well in the dark, but he still paused to uncomfortably take in the opulent surroundings.

           She must have noticed his dawdling because she suddenly barked at him, “Don’t fuck around, you need to get out of those clothes.”

           “What else am I gonna fuckin’ wear?” he hissed at her, closing the distance between them and following her up the stairs. He was employing a much softer tone than he normally would. Ethan almost felt too out-of-place to be inside of her house at any time of day, let alone past midnight, soaking wet, and yelling all about.

           Although her back was to him, he somehow knew she had rolled her eyes. “I have a ton of clothes, Ethan,” she asserted, using his name pointedly. “Something I have in that mass pile of shit is bound to fit you.”

           He grumbled, keeping his eyes aimed anywhere but directly in front of him. He gripped the wood-carved railing as tightly as his fist would allow to finally expel some of his pent-up frustration. Ethan was relieved when they reached the top of the spiraled staircase and he no longer had to go out of his way to avoid glancing at a part of her he knew he had no business glancing at.

           They walked the remainder of the way to her room in silence. Fennie waited until Ethan had trailed in behind her to turn on the light and close the door. It shut with a snap, causing him to flinch.

           “Hey, careful!” he spat through barred, slightly chattering teeth. “Last thing I need is your fuckin’ parents wakin’ up and bargin’ in!”

           He did see her roll her eyes this time. “Don’t worry about them. Let’s worry about you for a second.” She made a beeline for her closet (or rather, the mountains of clothes that barricaded her closet) and began to make more hilly piles.

           Ethan waited for the moment she inevitably asked about the incident that led him here — drenched in rainfall, standing in front of her front door in the dead of night — but it never came. Too worried about soiling any of her belongings, he sat down by her bed and watched her sift through different shirts and pairs of lounge pants (which he was thoroughly surprised she even owned). Even while executing this mundane task, her brow scrunched in concentration, a slight curl to her lip. It was the same expression she wore when making a shot with her bow or analyzing an enemy-filled landscape as if it were a chessboard.

           “Give these a go,” she said suddenly, throwing two pieces at him and breaking Ethan out of his thoughts. He reacted quickly, catching the red-and-black plaid shirt and dark grey sweatpants.

           He looked down at them before glancing back at her. “Uh,” he began, feeling a tinge of warmth on his cheeks. “Aren’tcha gonna,” he swirled his finger, “turn around?”

           She snorted. “No. You’re going to go in there.” She pointed to the door that led to the attached bathroom. “To dry off,” she added as a response to the perplexed look he gave her. “So you don’t get sick,” she continued.

           It was Ethan’s turn to roll his eyes this time. “Okay, yeah, yeah, I get it,” he insisted, rising irritably from the ground. “¿Alguna vez te callaste?”

           “I don’t know what you just said, but no. Wait—,” she said suddenly as he dragged his feet limply to her bathroom.

           Ethan paused, angling his tired head toward her. “What?”

           “You just—,” she hesitated, her eyes carefully scanning his face.

           “What?”

           Without warning, her expression shifted. She hummed softly and turned her attention to his hair, biting her lip to prevent the corners of her lips from betraying her. “You look cute with your hair all wet like that.”

           He felt the tinge of warmth on his cheeks deepen and spread. Ethan turned his head away quickly, contorting his features harshly. “Not funny,” he grunted, now trudging to the washroom with more haste. He darted into the porcelain chamber, which was far more spacious than Ethan thought it had any business being. He breathed out through his nose and wondered how many of his bathrooms could fit into this singular area.

           Ethan stripped his clothes off with fever, wincing when the rush of cold air prickled and pierced his skin but feeling relieved all the same to have the cold, damp weight off of his body. He reached for the nearest towel (which was just big enough to wrap around his head) and ran it all along his skin from top to bottom. As he pulled on Fennie’s gray sweats and buttoned up her barely big-enough flannel, he heard light footsteps approaching the bathroom. He turned his head when the soft thuds subsided.

           “What happened?” came Fennie’s voice from the opposite side of the door.

           Of-fucking-course.

           Ethan snapped his head forward, taking the semi-damp towel and aggressively attacking his dripping hair.

           “I don’t wanna talk about it.” His tone was harsh and coarse, but he couldn’t stomach this conversation right now. He couldn’t bring himself to regurgitate his venomous words and Jason’s gut-wrenching conclusions. He’d spent long enough playing and replaying scenes in his head that he now could not shut out, however badly he wanted to.

           If only a harsh tone of voice was enough to placate her.

           “I know you don’t want to talk about it,” she asserted, her tone just as commanding as his. “But I need to know what happened to you. You can’t show up looking like—!”

           “You don’t need to know shit,” he bit back with a growl. He regretted these words the second they left his lips, feeling his chest clench as if the sharp, knife-like phrase had bounced off of the door and cut through his own skin. He threw the towel aside and clenched his fist, beating rough skin against the marble countertop.

           The violent crash bellowed through her eardrums and squeezed something inside of her painfully, but Fennie did not falter. She only narrowed her eyes, staring more fiercely at the bathroom door as if she were looking upon Ethan straight through it. Despite her sturdy, immovable stance, her voice softened to that of a gentle hum.

           “Yeah, I do.”

           She breathed out a shuddering sigh. Slowly, she raised her formerly clenched hand, allowing the smooth skin of her palm to make contact with the barrier that stood before her. “You may not want to tell me about everything, all the time,” she began, her voice gaining back strength with each syllable. “I understand. I get it. But Ethan, I—.”

           Her pause sent a slight shiver down his spine.

           “If I can’t know anything else, I have to at least know when you’re okay… And when you’re not.” He heard the soft, faint sound of nails scratching on wood.

           “So at least tell me if you’re okay,” she went on, speaking slowly as if the weight of her every word was as important as the last. “And tell me how I can help you.”

           It was too much. He gazed down at his hands, looking through them more than anything, noting how toasty and comforting her clothes were on his skin, and felt a wet, horrible sensation gather and build pressure around his eyes. He shut them quickly, as well as shut off whatever emotion his body was forcing himself to experience — however painfully.

           He chewed at his lower lip to work out some of the tension that had long been built up in his shoulders and jaw. Then Ethan let out a slow, easy breath.

           “You already are,” he admitted quietly, his chest swelling with a mingled sensation of alleviation and guilt. “You always do. Even when—,” he hesitated, gripping the counter in front of him for support. “Even when you probably shouldn’t.”

           Fennie stared back at the door that separated them with a tenderness as if he had just kissed her, her lips parted. “That’s stupid,” she said finally. “I do need to be here for you, whether you want me to be or not. You mean so—,” she cut herself off with a sharp bite to the lip. “You’re my best friend. You don’t get to deal with this shit alone anymore.” She lowered her hand and grasped the doorknob. “Open up.”

           Nothing.

           She shook the knob warningly.

           “Let me in, Ethan. Seriously.”

           Still held firmly in her hand, she continued to gyrate the knob and now began to pound on the door.

           “Let me in—!”

           She retracted her hand immediately when she heard movement and felt knob-fumbling coming from the other side. Staying rooted to the spot, she adjusted her gaze to his eyes when the door was pulled back and Ethan stood before her. He retuned her stare, his eyes glassy. She couldn’t help but sense something vacant about the look he was giving her. They held each other’s gaze for a number of seconds that many would consider far too long, but rarely did they pay any mind — let alone understand — what other peopled deemed abnormal about their relationship.

           Ethan was the one to break their gaze. Instead, he turned his eyes to the ground and walked past her, gently bumping her shoulder. Fennie steadily released the breath she had been holding. Once she was composed, she angled her head over her shoulder. There he sat, squarely on her bed, legs stretched out in front of him and looking as lost as she had ever seen him. Fennie’s feet guided her to him, as if some intrinsic, unstoppable force beckoned her to be by his side.

           Gingerly, and with care, she took her spot next to him, not taking her eyes away from Ethan’s troubled form. His dark irises maintained their fixed, forward aim, focusing on nothing in particular. She worked every corner of her brain to put together what could possibly be going on inside of his head.

           “Do you ever think it’s too dangerous?” he asked finally. His tone was soft, genuine, as if he were speaking for someone else. It might have caught her off guard any other time, but something about this question felt inevitable.

           “The fighting monsters thing we do, you mean?” she pried, already knowing the answer.

           He said nothing.

           “I suppose it’s dangerous, technically, yes,” she continued, turning her gaze away from him and instead fixing her eyes on the nothing that so intently held his stare. She lowered her voice to a soft near-whisper. “But that’s what I like about it.” She smiled affectionately, turning her head to him once more. “Now what does that have to do with anything?”

           Next to her, she felt Ethan’s weight shift. He bounded backward, collapsing against her bed. He now gazed up at the ceiling, his head swimming with warnings from conversations passed, painting painfully detailed portraits of future consequences that ached and felt all too familiar.

           “You could die.” His tone was shushed and coarse. “Or get hurt— lose a fuckin’ arm, or die—,” he broke off, his voice cracking.

           Her expression changed. “Ethan—”

           “And it would be because of me,” he choked out finally. He cleared his throat and blinked fiercely, fighting back a pressure behind his eyes.

           “Hey.” Fennie’s tone was pointed, cutting through his fretting sharply. She stared down at her best friend, now refusing to swallow back a fear she’d long attempted to smother in the back of her mind. “You could die, too,” she pointed out. “You think I don’t think about that every day? You think I don’t know what could happen to us? Well, I do.”

           “You’re missing the point,” he snapped, sitting up once more. “Yeah, I might die. My dad died. My mom—”

           She reached out for him, gripping his shoulder. “Ethan—,” she began again.

           “…I almost think it’s just going to fuckin’ happen by this point, like it’s… Like it’s just meant to,” he admitted.

           A sharp, piercing pain suddenly took hold of her. She shook her head, willing each and every force of nature in existence to make this ominous, pessimistic prophecy untrue. “No—”

           “But you don’t have to.” He rebuffed her hand, turning away from her again.

           “Ethan.”

           After hearing his name a third time, Ethan turned his soft, dark eyes to her once more. She nodded her head backward and fell back on her bed, implicating him to do the same, readjusting her eyes from the everything that was right next to her to the nothing that lay before her. Miraculously, and without argument or resistance, he laid back as well. They laid together in silence for what could only have been a few seconds, but at that moment, time seemed to be standing still.

           “Yeah, I could die,” she acknowledged, using his words exactly. She felt Ethan tense up next to her. “But I love it.” Her words were clear, simple, and direct. And they were the truth. “I love running around with you, getting to see all of the creatures, and the land, even the people… all of it.” She brought her hands behind her head. “Doin’ all of this crazy, dangerous shit with you… it’s the most fun I’ve ever had in my life. I’m—,” she paused, weighing the significance of her true feelings. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, ever. But, more important than that,” she added, turning to him.

           He felt lighter suddenly, hearing her speak. Although the tight, guilty feeling was still present, it was starting to be swallowed by a warm sensation that tickled his fingertips and trickled all the way down to his toes. He bit his lip, angling his head toward her in response.

           “I would die. I’d die ten-thousand times over if it meant saving you.”

           His eyes widened in strangled horror, but there was a faint splash of color tinting his cheeks that Fennie couldn’t entirely attribute to displeasure. He began to sit up. “Fennie—”

            “And I’d have a fucking blast and be jolly and merry the whole damn time,” she embellished with a light, gleeful note to her voice. “I wouldn’t have any regrets. What we do…,” she continued, growing serious once more. “…makes living feel worth it.” Her eyes lost focus. She shut them quickly and turned her head back to the ceiling, feeling the weight of this confession that spilled out of her mouth like water cascading from outstretched fingers. “And I… I’d forgotten what it felt like, honestly. To want to liv—”

           “Listen to me!” Ethan’s voice roared over her self-repressed musings. Startled, Fennie shifted her gaze back to him. She didn’t have to maneuver much, though. Ethan was now hovering over her, the arresting intensity of his eyes stripping away every flimsy paper wall she’d kept stubbornly intact until now. “You’re not going to fucking die. I’m not going to let you fuckin’ die, for me or fucking anyone else.” He grasped her shoulders, continuing his bold promise with a vigor she’d never fully experienced before. “I’m going to protect you, okay? Not the other way around. Don’t get this fuckin’ twisted,” he declared, his shoulders relaxing ever-so-slightly as he eased out the breath he’d been holding. “Nobody will lay a fuckin’ hand on you. Ever. Nobody. So don’t worry about me.”

           All Fennie could do was hold his gaze. And she did, her amber eyes now gleaming with all new meaning. She parted her lips in an attempt to speak but was only able to mouth silently like a fish.

           Ethan’s eyes, in turn, transformed from their narrow, fierce state to wide, round saucers as the weight of his declaration seemed to crash into him. Fennie observed this vast change in his demeanor and was suddenly overcome by a wave of devotion.

           “Well,” she began, not breaking their connection, “if I won’t let anything happen to you, and you won’t let anything happen to me…I guess we’ll be just fine, then.”

           After a period of silence, he responded. “Yeah. We’re only gonna get better. We’re gonna get stronger, and tougher, and then none of this fuckin’ conversation will even have to matter.”

           A smile decorated her lips. “All you’ve gotta do now is learn how to transform—”

           “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Ethan bellowed, hurling not one but two pillows at her face.

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JKT48 3rd Gen 

Shani . Gracia . Feni . Michelle . Desy . Stefi

Anin . Sisca . Aurel . Okta . Angel

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Untitled Composition # 4282

Attuned by descent Moons a Full; and by proof doth spring, replaced, and the deep

can no more willows, to make me the alphabet, Logos appears a goat stir

by river, whose needed not pursue; too well a loved in the man prevail,

a storm of all, they live to such are blasphemies. Far other, when

were, other Countess Crabby; that summer day, and the worm in love

heart, and wheel? Kings. Or snortings, are press’d. So that the soil’s fertility,

if like one of an evening; such sweete tunes forsake the flood that

should pass a day and to wed Amphions lie; vertues show, or, if she heart broken-

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Frederick Peterson Jr.: Tai-Chi Jitsu

Soke Grandmaster Frederick Peterson Jr. is the founder of American Tai-Chi Jitsu Self Defense which is a combination of Jui-Jitsu, Judo, Gung Fu and Filipino Escrima.

He has been inducted into five international Halls of Fame with Platinum awards in two Halls of Fame in 1988 and two in 1999 and he was inducted into The Masters Hall of Fame in 2000.

Chronological History of Qualifications and Experiences

1934 – Began boxing in Cincinnati, Ohio as a lefty lightweight in the same gym with boxing legends: Ezzard Charls, Floyd Gibson, David Clark, Sam Birch, Newsboy Seal and John Smith.

1943 – Enlisted in the U. S. Navy. There was trained in the art of Jagaro Kano Ju-Jitsu (Judo) by the “First Marine Raiders”, who were trained by Master James Metose. Served in the Solomon Islands such as, Guadal Canal, Invasion of Bougainville and a few of us were sent to the Philippine Islands.

1945 -1965 – Became the Lightweight Champion of the Americal Division Smokers in the South Pacific, (Boxing). Served on ten (10) naval ships and four (4) naval air stations, shore patrol and prisoner chaser over six (6) years, all during 21 years of military service. Played Judo at most of these naval assignments.

1947 – 1967 – Continued Judo training under several Japanese instructors and under such teachers as Sensei Rubio (U.S. Army CIA Agent) at Luter’s Park in Compton. CA. Earned Black Belt finally as Assistant Instructor to Master Sensei John Ogden, Long Beach, CA. Gung-Fu training under Great Grand Master James Sharp and Dr. Hugh McDonald in Compton, CA.

1967 – Started officiating at open and traditional tournaments all over the USA from San Francisco to New York. Associations were AAU, USAKF, USAKA and USKA. Holds the distinction of being the center official along with four (4) others, who could not break a tie during the Kata Performances (three times each) of Sifu George Chung and Sifu Stewart Quan. Both received Grand Championship awards. This was held in San Francisco.

1971 – Combined all training and experience over the years and founded Tai-Chi Jitsu Self Defense. Opened and taught at my first academy, Salvation Army, Building in Compton, CA.

Frederick Peterson Jr. has been a Boxing official in the Amateur Association (USA Boxing), since 1967 having officiated such pro, fighters and champions as Oscar de la Hoya, Sugar Shane Mosely, Fernando Vargas and brother. Larry Mosely and brother, Young Macho Comacho and many others as Amateurs even during several USA Olympic trails, Colorado (2), Lake Placid, New York (2), Kansas (2). Retired in 1999.

Frederick Peterson Jr. has referred and judged Amateur Kick Boxing for a few years and still at present state of California: Timekeeper for Professional Boxing.

Having trained hundreds of students over the years, Frederick Peterson Jr. has a number of Black Belts disciples including: Dr. Daniel Lane John and Richard Towels – 5th and 3rd degree respectively. Ricky Green – 4th degree. Tom Hardy – 3rd degree.

Willie Elam, Big John Robinson, Marvin Knight and Peter Fenny – all 2nd decree. Angelina and brother, Oscar Kesane, Pili Tutuvanu, Cesar Rojas (Skater with the Roller Derbys), Sgt. Michael Brooks (Los Angeles Police Department), Robert Williams, Henry Wilson, Jowel Schlicter, Andre Bey, Fred and Kelvin Floriman (father and son) – all Black Belts (Shodan).

Frederick Peterson Jr. tutored and or has been a part of the promotion of the following Black Belts:

Terry Wilson – 4th degree (’92 AAU JUI JITSU Silver Medalist)

Master Culpepper – Chief Instructor of Tai Quan Do, Long Beach, California and Open Tournament competitor.

Danny Bonadouche – Master Culpepper’s student (actor, TV, Partridge Family)

G.A. Sankara Frazier – Chief Executive Officer, Circle of Discipline, Inc. in Minneapolis, MN. Ranked degree Grand Master and instructor under Soke Grandmaster Frederick Peterson, Jr.. Currently have four (4) students, under Mr. Frazier, who are black belts/sash that teach and continue to learn at the Circle of Discipline, Inc. Also, USA International Amateur Boxing Coach and Professional Boxing Coach.

Worked with other Black Belts from the BKF system, such as Sifu Shulaman, Grand Master Nat Moore, Richard Gomes, Master James Sharp and in several California Dojos.

Frederick Peterson Jr. has been inducted with top honors in five (5) southern California Martial Arts Halls of Fame throughout the years of 1998 – 2000.

November 25, 1988, Frederick Peterson Jr. was certified by southern California Karate Association, Judan Chuck Farley. President and Judan Jimmy Bartell, consultant, promotion to 10th degree Black Belt (Judku).

Certified to “Soke” when inducted into the World International Global Hall of Fame in San Diego, California under Dr. Soto in 1999.

From 1987 through 1991 Frederick Peterson Jr. was Grand Champion in Masters Point Fighting (Kumite).

Frederick Peterson Jr. has referred, judged, and worked as a timekeeper for the California State Athletic Commission for both Muay Thai and Kickboxing events.