#renee can fly in day of and fly out that night

[thespineoftherighteous]

more more more more aftg show bloopers (p 4?? I think?) whoop whoop de fuckin whoop

Neil's actor being a huge Duolingo dork and in the behind the scenes while the other actors are fooling around between takes you can often see him with his head bent and hear the little 'ping!'s coming from his phone

also during late night shoots, as it gets closer to midnight he always has a point where he's like SHIT my Duolingo streak. and then just blocks out everyone while his fingers fly over his screen

(fans make compilations of him proudly showing his Duolingo streak to the camera and the number grows as the seasons progress)

(he definitely is the kinda bitch who cares more about maintaining the streak than actually learning languages)

actually omg while we're on the topic of languages

Kevin's actor tenderly reciting his French lines to Matt's actor and Matt's actor is just smitten. and he goes "say something else, love" and Kevin's actor strokes his cheek while saying another one of his lines and Matt swoons

(then Kevin's actor turns to the camera and goes "I just told him that he's a disappointment and is going to get his ass handed to him by ravens if he doesn't do exactly as I say" and, from the ground, Matt's actor goes "hell yeah you did. talk dirty to me any day of the week you sexy, sexy man")

coach's actor is always swearing to the point where they implement a swear jar...really it's just something for the kids to jokingly rag on him about, but he goes with it, and every so often they'll empty the jar to buy the cast and crew pizza

they're filming outside at night and it's cold and in between takes Matt's Aaron's and Renee's actors are all huddled together for warmth and Matt's actor gets pulled aside to get his makeup touched up and the other two just shriek at the absence of his heat and catch up to him to tuck themselves against him again

Andrew needs to snap his fingers in one scene but everyone finds out that day that his actor doesn't know how to snap so he has a little impromptu snapping lesson and of course it turns into everyone else trying to one-up each other with their snapping abilities

Nicky's actor telling everyone what he's going to steal from set (will literally say"[about Allison's bathrobe] damn that shit soft as hell. Ive been needing a new bathrobe actually. I'm stealing this" or "I'm stealing this lighter/bandana/sunglasses/etc") but because his humor is so dry everyone thinks he's joking. until months later. when the prop department can't find shit

Renee's actress is doing something completely mundane but Neil's and Allison's actors start narrating what she's doing like they're in a nature documentary (always with Australian accents for some reason??)

"and our specimen now reclines herself vertically on a piece of furniture us humans know as 'a desk.' this clearly less-developed creature seems not to understand the purpose of such an object. but given that this is her first time outside her natural habitat (the jungle) her lack of familiarity with modern technology is to be expected"

Renee's actress: *flips them off*

"ah and here we witness one of the most common behaviors of this specimen. specialists have dubbed it 'flipping the bird,' and explain it as a nonverbal expression of affection" "oh fuck off"

photo from another cold night-shoot and it's of Matt's and Dan's actors, she's standing in front of him zipped up in his hoodie, just her head poking out and they're having a conversation with other castmates like it's the most normal thing in the world, looking the very image of the couple they play

so much glorious content from shooting the dorm sleepover scene. the most popular thing to come from it is a picture from after they wrapped where the cast and some members of the crew had moved even closer to each other amid all the blankets and are asleep on top of each other

Andrew's actor will sometimes actually eat the ice cream he's given instead of just pretending to eat it, and halfway through the scene he casually mentions that he's lactose intolerant and sends the crew into a worried frenzy

if you haven't clocked it yet, these bitches are competitive. and one day, one thing led to another, and soon a bunch of the actors are all being filmed having a plank-holding competition. Dan's actress is the first to drop and she gets booed at for it because "you're an ex-stripper where tf is that upper body strength?"

she flips them off and goes to sit on Kevin's actor, hoping to squash his plank, but instead he starts doing push ups with her on his back. she grins

(Rikos actor wins that competition btw. and Neil's actor goes on a rant about "we succumbed to the ENEMY? a RAVEN? your characters would be ashamed of you" (he also lost?))

Allison's actress pretending to do a get-ready-with-me using all the stuff on Allison's vanity

Wymack's actor falling asleep in The Dad Pose™ when they're shooting a scene on the bus. and everybody gathers in to take pictures

when Kevin and Neil get all up in each other's faces their actors will pretend like they're going to kiss each other

not really a blooper but just all the actors for the foxes and the ravens mingling together in between takes and it looks so wrong

give me all the actors constantly taking the piss out of their characters

for ex during a scene where the monsters are in the car on the way to Edens, Nicky's actor looks towards the backseat where everyone is in character and goes wow what a fun crowd we are you'd never believe we're about to hit the club

night shoots are a. struggle. for Dan's actress. and the others love to take videos of her just standing on her mark with the most spaced out expression on her face

Andrew's and Neil's actors are shooting one of their typical intense, deep scenes and after one take, as soon as "cut" is called, Andrew's actor grabs Neil's face and starts serenading him with the song that's been stuck in his head all day

Renee's actress getting scolded for sneaking snacks into her costume

when Nicky's actor messes up a line (and he's the least likely of everyone to do it) he starts spewing Spanish

Andrew's actor constantly teasing his brother and Katelyn's actress whenever they have scenes together

like the two of them will just be talking together in between takes and Andrews actor will be behind the camera recording them and saying shit like "look at that MINYARD RIZZ" (or he'll use their actual last name) "hey btw [Katelyn's actor] I taught him everything he knows"

that scene where the foxes are rushing out of the dorm to check on their destroyed cars and Matt's actor just faceplants (Neil's actor: "wow. the dedication")

in one scene or other Allison's actress is drinking an iced drink and during one take she just keeps calmly shaking the ice around in her cup until one by one everyone cracks

in one scene Allison's actress is wearing sunglasses. and in between takes she lies down and on camera you can see Kevin and Matt's actors whispering trying to figure out whether or not she's sleeping because they can't see her eyes

Aaron's actor always using Neil's actor as a pillow during car scenes because they're always next to each other and they're actually hella tight irl

the kids love to steal any props that coach's actor needs to use (pens clipboards etc) before they start rolling just so they can watch him try to subtly fidget trying to find his prop before they get to the point in the scene where he actually needs it

all the actors just taking pictures together in the most brutal settings on set.

like Neil's makeup has his face all busted and everyone wants a selfie with him. they all have a photoshoot with the trashed cars. they have another one in front of the "happy 19th birthday junior" set. Neil is tied up at The Nest while they change his hair and Jean's and Riko's actors take selfies with him. another photoshoot with Neil handcuffed in the police car. all these settings in terrible scenes and the actors are in front of them with grins and peace signs

they're terrible.

#are y'all bored yet? #aftg #aftgtv #neil josten #kevin day #aaron minyard #matt boyd #andrew minyard #dan wilds #nicky hemmick #allison reynolds #renee walker #david wymack

[architect-2015]

I’VE GOT YOUR BACK

Alex León is a well know name in the independent wrestling scene, having earned the nickname The Prophecy of Professional Wrestling. Alex and Seth have been married for three years but never confirmed their relationship with the public so when Baron Corbin started bad mouthing his wife Seth couldn’t hold back, Alex watching from afar realised the true intentions of ‘the sassy southern belle’ and finally found her place in the WWE.

January 6th 2019 -

Nashville Tennessee

“Thank you Alex! Thank you Alex! Thank you Alex!” Alex León is making her final walk around the ringside applauding, having just dropped the title to Taya Valkyrie in a gruelling match at Impact Wrestling Homecoming.

“An emotional Alex León making her final rounds here at Impact. This women is the definition of what it means to be an Impact Knockouts Champion, she has followed through with her promise and cemented her legacy in this company but she had a Prophecy to for fill somewhere else and we wish her the best of luck!” the commentary team announce.

Many rumours have spread about Alexandria not renewing her contract, having been in the company since 2013 she felt the need for a change.

With tears welling in her eyes, taking one final bow the programme closes with the last walk for Alex León backstage.

————————

Alexandria after taking her leave from Impact has been sending sometime at home, the days have been lonely without her husband and no wrestling as a distraction so like many people social media had taken up the majority of her time.

Pointlessly scrolling through twitter an article catches her attention:

‘Baron Corbin Chooses Lacey Evans As Guest Referee, Monday Night Raw Higlights 06/17/19’

León glances down at her wedding ring with a subtle look of confidence, exiting twitter she opens a contact typing out only one sentence…

I’ve got your back.

———

Wednesday 19th of June 2019

week of Stomping grounds

Stepping out of the car, Alex looks up to meet the deep brown eyes of her husband. A warm hand wraps it’s self around her waist pulling her into a loving embrace.

“Mrs Lopez i have missed you so much.” is the phrase that Alexandria feels rumble in her husbands chest, her bottom lip quivers knowing this reunion is months in the making.

“I can’t do this anymore, the distance i mean. I can’t keep waking up alone in bed. Practically me not working is a problem and i love my job i really do but i can’t keep being so far away from you, i just can’t do it. I need you” Alex let’s out a chocked sob as she repeats the words she had been dwelling on for the duration on the drive.

Instinctively Colby glanced down, his eyes drowning in sympathy, he knows the feeling. Lifting his hand to wipe away a stray tear.

“Stay here then baby, stay with me. I need you too, more then i could ever express in words. Stay here and we can make sure your work is valued for the talent you showcase, i’ll make sure nothing goes wrong” Colby pleads knowing they had to have this conversation, if Lexi retires then the idea would be completely out of the window…

———

Saturday June 23rd 2019

Tacoma Dome - Tacoma, Washington.

Lacey evans stood face to face with a very frustrated Seth Rollins, she had been changing and bending rules in Corbin’s favour and it was obvious it was getting to him. Suddenly Rollins’ face is flying left, she had slapped him!

“omg.. and here’s Baron Corbin trying to take advantage!” Spinning Seth around Baron tried to capitalise on the distraction only to meet a blow to his jaw leaving his slumped on the ropes for support.

“OH! A LOW BLOW BY THE OFFICIAL!”

The beginning beats of ‘Prophecy by Queensryche’ hits the arenas speakers, the crowd arrupts with cheers as a familiar red head charges down the ramp.

“IS IT? IT IS, COREY ITS ALEX LÈON THE FORMER IMAPCT KNOCKOUTS CHAMPION! SHES HERE IN THE WWE!”

“Why is Alex Lèon here? she isn’t part of this match?” Corey announces beside a very happy Renee Young and Micheal Cole.

Sliding into the ring Alex pounces on Lacey Evans throwing combinations of punches and slaps to the blonde.

“ALEX LÈON IS ASSAULTING EVANS, ALEX LÈON IS TAKING OUT THE OFFICIAL! ITS NO DISQUALIFICATION, ALEX CAN DO WHATEVER THE HELL SHE WANTS TO DO!”

Alex and Lacey take the brawl outside of the ring, the sassy southern belle is sprawled out on the floor after being in the receiving end of a ‘final chapter’ (an exploder suplex) when officials and security try to tear Lèon from Evans.

Whilst in the firm grip of many security men, Alexandria looks though the ropes to see her husband of three years reverse an ‘end of days’ to hit a stomp.

1. 2. 3.

“SETH ROLLINS RETAINS WITH THE HELP OF A DEBUTING ALEX LÈON! WHAT A MOMENT!”

The wife joins her husband in the ring, raising his arm in victory. Seth couldn’t wait any longer, wrapping his arms around her waist he lifts his spouse into the air placing a delicate kiss on her lips. Whispers can be seen being shared between the couple as the crowd explodes with cheers.

“you did good baby, you did so good”

“Sweetheart, i told you i got you’re back.”

———

#seth rollins x oc #seth rollins x reader #seth rollins fanfic #seth rollins imagine #wwe x reader #wwe x you #wwe imagine #wwe fanfic #wwe fanfiction #seth rollins fanfiction #Spotify

[dgdraws]

Day 8 of OC-tober: Past

Long before Ebon, there was Renee. Long before Kath... there was Shelly.

With a bonus vignette under the cut >:)

Vampires don't dream. That's what Caleb said, anyway. Ellis probably knows about some obscure exception. Or Isa could turn up some ancient blood art that lets you steal dreams. Goodness knows it's not like she could believe anything Ebon told her!

But what other name could there be for this wisp of remembrance?

Kath lay curled up in the dark room where she'd gone to sleep the morning earlier, trying to still her thoughts enough to grasp the misty memory. One detail lingers, a green night gown, and she pulls on it like a thread. The sensations unspool, goosebumps covering her skin, a dull ache in her gut, the twist of anxiety and a pang of hunger.

Kath falls into the memory, riding the tide of emotion. Despair. Confusion. Disappointment. Fear. The horrible urge to do whatever it takes to make. it. stop.

And then... warmth. Cinnamon. A tight squeeze. Renee...

Renee heating up a can of condensed soup on the stove. Renee tucking the warm blanket tight around her. Renee there when her parents weren't. Renee there when they fought, her body a shield from the tempers and raised voices.

Renee turning to her with that small smile, the one that actually touched her eyes, and whispering like they had a secret, "...Shelly."

With that, Kath sits bolt upright and shakes her head like the dream will go flying out her ears. Caleb pushes up on one elbow, giving her an appraising look.

"If you're gonna sleep in here, you can't be actively crazy," he deadpans.

Kath reaches across the space between their cots, and, hesitating for a moment, she slips her fingers onto his upright palm. Reassured, she squeezes quickly then disengages and swings her feet onto the floor.

"I'm not crazy," Kath says as she stands. "I just had a bad dream."

Caleb shakes his head ruefully but she's already out the door.

#oc tober #oc-tober #bweirdoctober #vtm oc #oc art #sisters #childhood trauma #oc writing #original character #my stuff #low kings #vixyn nightshade #kath #mortal life #oct23 #bweird oc tober 2023 #my ocs

[bellafragolina]

Howdy!!! If your asks are open can we get some HC’s abt Raihan or the twins (separate) with an S/O who is a flying type gym leader? Like there whole vibe is as an aviator?

Stay safe and have a good day/night!

Howdy!! You most certainly can!! Flying types are always fun, especially if they're big enough to ride around!!

🍓🍓🍓

Raihan:

Raihan loves your Pokémon. Flygon isn't a flying type, but he's very fond of your team and loves racing them. Raihan tries to schedule lots of playdates because of it, and loves live streaming the races with you. You joke about placing bets, but never do it, as you don't want to make the Pokémon that lose the race feel bad about losing people money. Still, it's a fun event that you both go all out for, with finish lines and your best announcer voices to really sell the fun

Raihan can't ride Flygon comfortably, so he rides your Pokémon with you. Flygon sails along with you both, delighted to do what he loves with the people he loves. Raihan likes it when he gets to hold you from behind, or when he flies and you hug his waist, pressed against his back. He's often suggesting you fly so that he can feel that closeness alongside the rush of the wind.

Ingo:

Ingo is very interested in your gym and battle strategy. After all, using a team of all one type has its obvious disadvantages, so how you go about rising above these disadvantages intrigues him. He thinks he could learn a lot from your battling style, so he tries to come and battle you six-v-six as often as he can. At the same time, he requests that you come and battle him on the subway, so he can show you his own strategies.

If you happen to own any Pokémon capable of carrying you both around the city, he is interested in being able to fly. But he will scream the whole time, since the lack of control and certainty of where he's going scares him. Get a Pokémon that can't hear that or don't mind it, please. Otherwise y'all are probably going to fall from the sky deaf.

Emmet:

Emmet wants to battle you so bad. He is constantly showing up at your gym whenever he has a spare moment. It’s bonding time, to him, and he encourages you to do the same on his line. He wants to see you attempt to take him down with your specific type Pokémon, then afterwards have dinner and discuss strategies as the loser pays. It’s a fun thing you do, and introduces him to new ideas for either a new move set to use

Emmet is more adventurous than his brother. He cheers and enjoys your flying together, and wants to do it all the time. Fly him to work, or pick him up from work so you both can fly home. It's his ideal and best life that he wants to live. He'll spoil your Pokémon to death for carrying you both as well, so it doesn't mind, not when it gets treats and affections for its efforts.

🍓🍓🍓

i think ingo might have a fear of heights, lolol. maybe emmet too!

anyway, hope you enjoyed it! have a great day!

~Renee

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #raihan x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #submas x reader

[poedameronwifey]

A true home(The hobbit Fanfic)

Chapter 16

Third Pov

It's been a few days since settling in Rivendell. Dwalin has been teaching the girls and throughout training, he got even more impressed with the girls' skills. When he informed Thorin, he decided to watch their training to see for himself the girls' progress. So far he was just that, impressed.

Currently, he was watching Renee and Kili sparring. Kili attacked first, to anyone who had fighting experience would see that he was clumsy with his movements, but Renee blocked his attack very easily, she used her quick reflexes to step to the side to get out of the way of his attack. He stumbled and attempted to fight back but Renee was faster. She kicked behind his knees to make him fall, and quickly Kili turned to defend himself with his sword however Renee managed to use her own to send his sword flying out of his hand and brought hers to his throat.

Thorin was very impressed. He didn't expect Renee to be this good. He underestimated her. He had already seen Fili and Kate fight. She was also very good. Almost won but in the last second Fili was victorious. He had yet to see Lilith fight. She was going to spar with Dwalin the next day. He had a feeling that she would last against Dwalin. He was surprised that the girls could hold their own but at least he didn't need to worry about them being inexperienced.

It was currently night time and the company were sitting around the fire, telling stories and jokes. Thorin sat next to Dwalin and Balin. They were discussing who knows what. Renee, Kate and Bilbo sat next to Gloin, listening to him speak about his family and even saw pictures of them.

Bofur, Bifur, Nori, and Oin were telling stories as Lilith listened, laughing at them. Kate sat next to Renee with her head in Bilbo's lap. Fili and Kili were being little menaces. Now I bet you're all wondering what Thorin, Dwalin and Balin are talking about. Say no more. Let's go and eavesdrop. Balin and Thorin and Dwalin were smoking from their pipes.

"I am quite surprised that Renee managed to beat Kili. She seems very well trained. Good job brother. And Kate almost beat Fili. We have yet to see Lilith's skills but I have faith that she will do just fine. The lassies are very skilled."

"Aye, they are. Renee was able to figure out almost all of Kili's moves, she managed to overpower him. Kate was very good, she still needs a bit more lessons but I think she's very skilled. I have a feeling that Lilith will be able to hold her own against Dwalin. I am very interested in how the fight will go tomorrow."

"Me too. The lass looks like she can handle herself. They are very strong, despite them being very small and nimble. I think we can make warriors out of them. Maybe they'll surpass Fili and Kili."

They all chuckled.

"I've noticed something, Thorin. Lilith is a lot like how you were when you were a wee lad. When I first met her that night in Bag End, her face reminded me of you, especially her smirk. Her personality is a lot like yours. Loyal, and protective of her friends and family. It's almost like a female version of you. But she's also a lot like Elenor. Her love for nature, she's understanding and stern but fair and kind. I see the way she is with everyone. She sees them as her family. She's protective of her sisters and Bilbo. She feels that responsibility to keep them safe like you did after we lost Erebor. I have a feeling she would get along well with Dis. All of them would."

Thorin looked at Lilith as he listened to Dwalin speak. Lilith was so much like he was back then. But she had this soft side as well, like Elenor. It was hard enough that she looked a bit like her. He made his peace with her departure. He still loved her but it wasn't as strong as before. She will always be his first love. He often wondered if she was still alive. Did she get married? Have children? Return to her kin? All he hoped was that she was safe and happy.

He smiled slightly as he watched Lilith. She was listening to Bofur when she felt eyes on her. She turned and saw Thorin staring at her with a small smile. She decided to smile back and waved at Dwalin and Balin. The former sent her a smile and the other a wink. She excused herself and walked over to them. Dwalin moved over a bit, allowing her to sit next to him.

"Why are you guys sitting here? Come join us. To be honest I can only handle another 2 minutes of laughing before I explode."

They chuckled at her dramatics. She just grinned happily.

"Yay, now you don't look so grumpy. Honestly, you two need to smile more. It's not good to brood so much. Trust me. Renee has a degree in psychology, she tells me every single day to stop brooding. Hell once she even said I reminded her of you, Thorin. I didn't know if I should feel offended or flattered. I'm just kidding. But seriously, smile a little more. Whoa can't believe I just said that. I must have switched personalities with Renee. Would explain why I've been very sleepy recently."

Balin looked at Lilith with a concerned look. Dwalin and Thorin just looked at her with a mock glare before chuckling. She was proud of herself. She managed to make two of the grumpiest people she had ever met smile. If that's not a skill, then she doesn't know what is.

"Are you alright lass?"

"Oh yeah, I'm good. Just still tired from the whole warg strangling thing. I have no clue what that was. I'll ask Lord Elrond tomorrow after sparring. To be honest, I don't think it's just me. Kate has been staring at the water in the fountain like she's in some fucking trance, almost like she's trying to communicate with it and Renee keeps trying to put her hands in the fire. I know that she's always found fire to be a bit comforting but this is going too far. I'm really worried. Hopefully, it's nothing bad."

"Did Renee burn her hands?"

"No, Thank God. Bifur and Bofur managed to snap her out of it. I just pray that we aren't being possessed. I don't have the mental capacity to deal with Satan. I have enough stuff to worry about. On the top of the list, is making sure we reclaim Erebor and help my sisters along the way. They need all the help they can get. Don't tell them I said that. I wanna wake up with eyebrows, please. Great. Nice doing business with you."

She winked at them, making them laugh. She let out a yawn. She decided that she was too lazy to go back to the room so she moved around until she was next to Thorin. She put her head on his lap, snuggling into it. She looked like a little. Thorin froze at first but eventually gave in to the feeling. He put his coat around her so that she wouldn't get cold. He looked at her. He didn't like this feeling at first but now he doesn't care. He swore to himself that he would protect the girls. He would protect Lilith as if she was his own.

Dwalin and Balin saw this and knew then and there that Lilith had Thorin wrapped around her finger. They were that she managed to make him smile and feel less pain. Lilith had become important to them just like Kate and Renee. The girls managed to worm their way into their hearts. They saw them as if they were their kin.

Renee looked at Lilith sleeping with her head on Thorin's lap and smiled. They looked so cute. Like father and daughter. She noticed that she was getting sleepy so she let out a yawn. Kili heard her, chuckling at how cute she looked.

"Renee, come lay here. You're tired."

She didn't question it, she was far too tired and sore to care. She bid goodnight to everyone and went off to Kili who was on a make-shift bed. He was lying on his back and opened his arms. She laid down next to him, putting her head on his chest and snuggled into him. He put his coat over them and kissed her forehead, running his fingers through her hair. They both drifted off to sleep.

Vision

It was storming as the dwarves were walking along the path in the Misty mountains. Bilbo almost fell but Dwalin caught the back of his cloak, pulling him up. All of a sudden the mountains move and turn into stone giants. There was a fight going on between two of them.

The mountain that the dwarves and halfling were on turned out to be one as well. The company was separated, half on one leg and the other half on the other leg. Fili tried to grab Kili's hand but no luck. One half of the company managed to get off the stone giant and on to a safer part of the mountains but the other half weren't as lucky.

The stone giant that they were on fell, sending them into the mountainside. The others watched in horror as their friends were smashed into the side of the mountains. Thorin yelled for Fili as he ran to where they landed. He was able to find them alive and okay, running to pull his nephew into his arms.

Bofur looked around and noticed Bilbo was not among them. He yelled for him and noticed him hanging for dear life on the edge of the mountain. They tried to help him but he was too far away. Then the image blurred and went dark.

Renee woke up, sweat dripping from her forehead. Her eyes widened from shock and fear. She looked around with panic, making sure everyone was there. The others were now sleeping, making her look in Bilbo's direction. He was snoring softly against the wall with Kate's head in his lap. She let out a deep breath that she didn't know she held. She teared up at the thought of almost losing her family. She turned to see that Kili was sleeping, snoring softly with his arm around her waist. She didn't want to admit it but couldn't deny it anymore. She settled down next to him, laying her head on his chest and her arm around his waist. He responded immediately, pulling her closer to him, and wrapping his arm around her more securely. She listened to his heartbeat as she tried to fall asleep again. The sound of his heart lulling her to sleep.

The morning came and Kate woke up. She yawned and rubbed her eyes as she sat up. She looked around, noting that she was the only one awake at the moment. She looked at her dad and noticed that he was still asleep. She smiled and got up. She stretched and closed her eyes to breathe in the air of a new day. She looked for her sisters and saw Lilith sleeping with her head in Thorin's lap. Thorin put his coat on her to make sure she was nice and warm with his arm protectively draped around her. They looked like father and daughter. It was so cute. She decided to get changed so she went to her room and changed into her dance clothes. She brushed her hair and left it loose. She checked herself over in the mirror and went back to the dwarves. When she got back, everyone except Lilith was awake and chatting amongst themselves. Bofur noticed her and grinned at her. She grinned back at him and sat down next to him, putting her head on his shoulder. In a brotherly way, not that way. That's reserved for Fili.

"Morning lass. How'd ya sleep?"

"Morning Bofur. I slept great. I'm just starving. I have to wake up Lilith so we can raid the kitchen. I know that Renee is hungry enough to eat a horse. Btw what do you think is going on between her and Kili? When I woke up, they were sleeping together and cuddling. I swear it was so cute. All I know is I have some serious teasing to do."

"I know that Kili likes her. I wonder when he's going to man up and tell her. It's painful watching them try to hide their feelings."

"Amen to that."

Kate lifted her head and looked around for Fili. He was standing, talking to his brother about who knows what. Maybe he was teasing him. I wouldn't be surprised. When he was done talking to him, he noticed Kate was looking at him, making him grin and walked over to her. He sat down next to her, putting his arm around her waist. Kate wouldn't stop blushing as Bofur smirked at her, wiggling his eyebrows. She just gave him the finger and rolled her eyes.

Time passed and it was time for Lilith and Dwalin's spar. The company were sitting, making bets while Renee and Kate were talking to Lilith.

"You got this. Show how badass you truly are."

"Hell yeah. Give him HELL."

"You know I will. Oh btw after this we need to see Lord Elrond and Gandalf."

"Is this about Renee almost burning her fingers with the fire and fountain thing?"

"Yes and the warg strangling. We need to figure out what's happening to us. So as soon as we are done here, we make our way to Lord Elrond. Got it?"

The other two nodded in agreement. They both hugged Lilith, making their way to where the others were and sat next to Bombur, who smiled at them. Dwalin walked to the middle, Lilith following behind him. They faced each other, axes in hand.

Lilith had her daggers in case she needed them. Lilith was ready to show them just how skilled she was. The match started and they were off. Lilith was blocking all of Dwalin's attacks and even managed to land a hit or two on him. They were both focused on beating the other. Dwalin knocked her back with his axe and saw an opening to attack her but Lilith saw this and jumped out of the way in time. They kept fighting until all of a sudden, Lilith's head started to hurt. This allowed Dwalin to knock her down, winning the match, or so they thought.

Lilith managed to use this moment of Dwalin's lowered guard to strike. However, since she lost her axe and her daggers fell out of their scabbard she had to resort to using her combat training to win the spar. When Dwalin noticed this he quickly got back into position.

The two started circling each other, watching, waiting for the right time for their attack on the other. Lilith knew that she was no match for Dwalin's strength so the best way to win with someone stronger than you is to use their own body against them.

So what's the best way to do that? Well, you make them mad. It makes anyone clumsy.

Lilith made a move to attack from the right, when Dwalin moved to block it, she quickly dropped down and swiped his feet from under him. Dwalin was in so much shock that he couldn't move. Making her the winner of the match.

There was complete silence. No one made any noise or movements. All of a sudden, when Lilith reached out her hand to pull Dwalin up everyone let out roars of cheers. Everyone was so impressed with Lilith's skills. No one except Thorin could last that long in a fight against Dwalin.

Renee and Kate ran to her, concerned that she may have gotten hurt. Dwalin led Lilith to a seat so she could sit down as he noticed she was getting quite pale.

After a while, everyone calmed down. Lilith had colour starting to appear on her cheeks again. At this, the others voiced their concerns about how she was feeling.

"I'm fine. My head just started to hurt. It's like a fucking migraine but ten times worse."

"Okay up we go. Let's go to Lord Elrond. Maybe he can help."

She just nodded and took Renee's hands. Thorin and Dwalin decided to come with them. They found Lord Elrond walking around. Renee called out to him, causing him to walk to us.

"Lord Elrond, could you please take a look at Lilith? Her head started hurting out of nowhere."

"Of course. Come with me, little one."

They walked with him to her room and laid her down on the bed. The girls stood by Thorin and Dwalin while Lord Elrond examined Lilith. Renee was picking at her skin and playing with her fingers. When Lord Elrond was done, Renee and Kate ran to her side.

"Well is she okay?"

"Yes. I however wish to ask. Have you done anything unusual at all? For example, used magic? I am asking because I can feel magic within you."

"Actually yes. When we were being chased by orcs, I strangled a warg. I don't know how but I felt something inside me awaken and vines started to wrap around it and killed it. I felt all my energy suddenly leave my body. Is that normal?"

"It's not that common amongst humans. Perhaps you are part of an elf or have an elven heritage?"

"Not that I know of. My mother didn't tell me much about my family. Hell, I don't even know who my father is. But now that I think about it, her ears were a bit pointed and she was always able to hear things that we couldn't."

"I mean if Kate was from Earth and is Bilbo's daughter then maybe there's a high chance that Mama was from Middle Earth. What if she left and went through the cave? Maybe she was an elf?"

"Tell me what was your mother's name? Perhaps I know her?"

"Her name was Elenor. She looked a lot like you but her hair was light brown."

Lord Elrond froze. It couldn't be. That's the exact description of his daughter.

"D-Did she have a leaf-like birthmark on her arm?"

"Y-Yes. How'd you know?"

"Did you know our mama?"

"Yes.. yes I did. She was very important to me," He took a deep breath before looking at the girls with sad eyes, "She was my daughter."

The girls' eyes widened in shock. Mama was from Middle Earth. Which means that Lilith was part elf. She looked at Lord Elrond with teary eyes. Kate had her hand over her mouth as she looked at him.

"That means... you're my grandfather."

"Holy Shit!!!!!!! You're his granddaughter-Ow. What was that for? Kate?"

Renee looked from Lord Elrond to Lilith and back to Lord Elrond before she was slapped by Kate. She repeated that a few times before fainting.

Thorin was in shock as was Dwalin. Lilith was part elf. But that isn't what shocked him. No,, it was the fact that his first love had a daughter and she was sitting in this room. He didn't know how to feel. He was angry, hurt and sad. Angry because Elenor didn't tell him that she had someone, hurt because he loved her and she left him, sad because now he knew why Lilith reminded him of Elenor. But one thing still confused him. Who was Lilith's father?

He walked towards the bed where Lilith lay and now Renee, because she's a drama queen pretended to faint. She managed to hit her head and had to lie down, she just decided to be next to her.

He needed to know. As he made his way to his ex-lover's daughter he noticed something in her hair, a small shine. A bead. One that was connected to Dwarvish customs. It was a courting bead. And one he knew all too well, as he was the one who made it.

"Where did you give that bead?"

"This? Mama gave it to me. Said my father gave it to her when he asked to court her. She never really said much about him. Maybe you know who made it. Here, take a look."

She took the bead out of her hair and gave it to Thorin with a hopeful look. He took it and examined it. There was no mistake. This was his bead. The one he made for Elenor when he asked to court her. Lilith was his daughter. He had a daughter. He looked up at her with teary eyes.

"I...I gave this bead to your mother when I asked to court her."

Lilith looked at him, tears running down her face Renee and Kate looked at each other and looked at Thorin. He was her father. Thorin Oakenshield was her father. She started crying and he immediately came to her side, pulling her into his arms. She cried in his chest. He rubbed her back and ran his fingers through her hair, tears running down his face. Renee and Kate were crying, happy that Lilith found her father. Dwalin came up to them, teary and pulled them in for a hug, which they returned. Lord Elrond was crying so Renee went to hug him. Thorin and Lilith pulled apart. Thorin took her face in his hands, wiping away her tears and putting their foreheads together.

"I finally found you. I'm sorry for taking so long."

"No, daughter, It's not your fault. I'm here now. I'm here. I won't ever leave you again. I promise."

Lilith smiled through her tears. She then looked at Lord Elrond. Thorin seemed to understand what she wanted to do so he got up to allow lord Elrond to hug his granddaughter.

"Grandfather. I can't believe it. You're my grandfather."

Lord Elrond spoke in Sindarin, "I am here my little star. You look so much like your mother."

Kate and Renee went to the other side and joined the hug, making Dwalin and Thorin smile.

"Guess that makes you our grandfather as well."

"Yeah because Lilith's our sister and you're her grandfather so that makes you our grandfather."

Lord Elrond pulled away from Lilith, laughing before hugging the other two.

"I am honoured to have you three as my granddaughters. My daughter raised you well. I couldn't be prouder."

"Yeah, she was the best mother we could've asked for."

The girls all looked at each other, smiling. Lord Elrond decided to let the family catch up. He kissed each girl on the forehead and excused himself, closing the door behind him. Dwalin came up to the bed. Renee got an idea.

'Hey if Thorin's your dad then Dwalin's like your Godfather in a way. Think about it."

"Hey, you're right Reni! How do you feel about Dwalin? Being Lilith's Godfather?"

He smiled at them. "Aye,, I would be honoured."

The girls grinned happily. "Come on. We have to tell the others. They're going to be so surprised."

"Oh hell yeah, I wanna see Kili and Fili's faces when they find out I'm their cousin."

They all left to find the company to tell them the good news. 

#the hobbit #kili #fili #katherine wolfe #bilbo baggins #renee griffin #lilith everdeen #the company of thorin oakenshield #a true home #gandalf #lord elrond #dwalin

[wwenhlimagines]

Heey so normally you know i would be thirsting over Hook but ive always been thirsty for Santana. So i was wondering if you can do a fic with him idc whats it about. PLEASE I WILL GIVE YOU MY LEFT PINKY TOE FOR THIS

In Da Club - Santana

Eddie Kingston's little sister is turning 30, so he flies her out to party in Miami. What he doesn't know is she has been seeing Santana casually.

P.s. Sorry it took me so long to get to this request. I hope you still like it! BTW your left pinky toe is safe... for now. 😉

My brother Eddie always makes sure he is able to celebrate my birthday with me. Sometimes he comes home and parties back in Yonkers and sometimes he flies me out to meet him wherever he is working. Well, this year my birthday is on a Saturday and I'm turning 30, so Eddie decides to go all out and let me invite anyone I would like to fly with me to Miami. I invited a few of my closest friends and now we are getting ready for the night in our hotel suite.

Eddie facetimes me so I answer and blush as I see Eddie and all of his AEW friends on screen yelling Happy Birthday to me. I tell them thank you and ask my brother for the plan for tonight. "Well sis, I figured we need to go to a club and get you wasted to celebrate the end of your 20s." I agree and tell him to text me the details and we will meet them there.

My friends and I go out to dinner before hand and they are asking me all sorts of questions. "Is Eddie single? Does he have friends who are single? Does he have friends who may become single soon?" We laugh and I give them the general idea of relationship statuses. "Eddie had a girlfriend, Jon is married to Renee, Ortiz is single, and Santana is off limits." The girls look at me and smirk before Ashley pipes up "You seem to be protective of Santana... Does that mean his is off limits to us because you're going for it?"

I blush and shake my head "Not exactly... so Eddie doesn't know but whenever Santana comes back to NY, we tend to fool around a bit. But it has never been anything official." The girls gasp dramatically "So scandalous...how dare you not tell us until now." I giggle before responding "It's only once or twice a year, so it doesn't seem that important to talk about to you."

We finish dinner and they try their best to hype me up to make a move on Santana as we approach the club. I text Eddie to let him know we are here and he comes to the entrance to take us to the VIP section he rented out for us. "Damn Eddie, you went way overboard this year." He hugs me and laughs "Anything for my little sister." We get some drinks and start dancing around until I spot Santana coming our way.

Eddie greets him and reintroduces us as we awkwardly pretend we don't know each other that well. Once Eddie is far enough away, Santana places his hand on my lower back and leans down to whisper into my ear. "Mami, you looking stunning tonight. I've missed you so much." I smile and give him a quick cheek peck before responding "You're looking muy caliente Papi." He smirks and turns around to talk to Ortiz so Eddie doesn't get suspicious.

I take the chance to dance with my girls and drink the rest of my cocktail. Eddie comes over a few minutes later telling me we have to do shots and my friends and I all yell "Shots shots shots!!!" We all get shots of whatever we wanted and then we had to toast. Eddie's loud mouth opens up and I cringe expecting him to embarass me somehow "Here's to my little sis Y/N and her surviving her 20s without getting knocked up by some punk." There it is... I roll my eyes and we take our shots before going back to dancing and having fun.

Santana comes back over and whispers to me "Do you think that was directed at me?" I laugh and shake my head "I've had plenty of asshole boyfriends that he despises to this day. You have nothing to worry about." We talk for a bit before the DJ plays In Da Club by 50 cent. All of us get so hype and yell and scream about it being my birthday as the song plays.

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go, shorty It's your birthday

We gon' party like it's your birthday

We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday

And you know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub

Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs

I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love

So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed

I expected Santana to walk off during the song, but I'm pleasantly surprised when I feel his hands loosely holding my hips and him lightly grinding into me. I look behind me at him and he winks before I push my hips back into him and grind as he keeps a close eye out for Eddie. Luckily, my brother is distracted with his own girlfriend for the time being.

I can feel the alcohol kicking in and loosening me up so I let my hand wrap around Santana's neck and I pull his lips down to meet mine. It was a short kiss, but passionate enough to keep both of us focused on each other. I can feel him getting harder against my ass as I bend over and shake my ass making him quickly slap it before I stood back up and turned to face him. I wrap my arms around his neck and his hands rest on my lower back. We kiss again and our tongues start to dance on their own.

One of my friends taps me on the shoulder to let us know Eddie is coming over and I go to pull away, but Santana smiles at me. "I think it's time he found out about us Mami." I nod and kiss him again before letting our foreheads touch and dance together. "I see you've made a new friend here Y/N. Care to introduce me?" I turn around and see Eddie smiling like the Joker. I blush and stutter trying to think of things to say, but Santana pipes up instead "I promise I'll take good care of her Eddie." He laughs and pats Santana on the back "I've known about your little flings for a while now. Just don't break each other's hearts. Got it?" We look at each other and smile nodding. "Great, now I hate thinking about my little sis doing the nasty but at least if she gets knocked up it's someone I trust!" I turn around and smack him on the arm as he runs back to his girlfriend laughing.

I roll my eyes at my brother before turning back to Santana who is smiling so big. "What's that smile for?" He pulls me closer "Since I seem to have your brother's approval now, how about we make things official?" My jaw drops at this idea "Are you serious right now? We only see each other once or twice a year."

He smirks "That's only because I have to stop myself from coming to see you more often as I didn't want your brother to catch on. Obviously he did, so now I can come home whenever possible and we can always fly you out as well." I sigh and think about it for a moment before nodding my head and smiling at him. "So Y/N will you be mine Mami?" I kiss him and whisper against his lips "For as long as you are mine Papi."

Tags: (don't have a list for Santana, so here's a few I can think of that I think would enjoy it)

@thesupreme316 @cuzimacomedian @moxleyunstable @josiewrites @omg-im-such-a-masochist @plentyoffandoms @louisianalady @hungmanhorsecarriage @eddie-kingstons-wifey @eddiekingstonsgirl89 @lclb13 @daddyhausen @missihart23

#santana imagine #aew imagine #wrestling imagine

[throughalleternity]

Hello, what are your thoughts on he/him!Kara? Do you have headcanons?

Ooh this is fun, I haven't thought much about he/him Kara but am always happy to see more of that! I will say that I haven't explored Kara's character very much, and there's a ton from canon that I forget… but have some thoughts on he/him Kara under the cut (turned more prose-y than headcanon list-y, but that's just what I was feeling):

(Using he/him pronouns throughout for consistency, but Kara doesn't start using those for a while.)

It takes a long time for Kara to even consider changing his gender presentation because from the very beginning of him being on Earth, he's felt overwhelmed and uncomfortable and out of the know, and everyone tells him it's because he's an alien from another planet.

There are sparks of something - seeing pictures of people at punk concerts (Alex isn't allowed to go to them so it's mainly from websites), borrowing Kenny's jacket one evening stargazing, getting introduced to soccer and watching interviews of the players. But the part of Kara that wants gets squashed down by the part that's always been told to not draw attention—not to scare people. So for a bunch of years, Kara just figures that the hiding and the 'out of sorts' feeling is inevitable.

And then - Supergirl. Flying, lifting, helping people in a tangible way. For a little while, Kara thinks that this is where all the disconnect has been. What he's needed has been the chance to come out of hiding and use his powers like Kal to make a difference. And yeah, it comes with the costume, but that isn't even so bad. Probably shouldn't have agreed to the skirt (how is that practical?), but it's for the persona, right?

James says something one day, a playful "yes sir" tacked onto the end for fun. But it hits Kara like a ton of bricks (well, that would be more like a human being hit by a few bricks, so maybe several tons of bricks?). James thinks Kara took the joke badly so he backpedals while Kara gives some bad excuse "I just heard another snake stuck in a tree!" and flies off to pace on top of a building because he can't contain much he wants that for real.

(I want Kara to talk with some other people about this stuff while he's still figuring it out, the question is who… I think I'd be cool to bring in other DC characters for a change but I only know so many of them…) Let's say Kara somehow works together with Batwoman, and somehow knows she's Kate Kane. They're munching on some post-mission takeout and Kara finally just asks how Kate feels about Batwoman—the wig, the other identity—and it's pretty apparent that they don't have the same experience, but Kate's a good listener and she does get some of it. She also gets Kara in touch with Alysia Yeoh and Renee Montoya and it expands from there so that he finds people with similar experiences.

Also consider genderfluid!Lucy and the classic lines: "Just because I look a certain way on the outside, everyone assumes it matches the way I feel on the inside" and Kara: "Yeah, I get that." They became friends before the gender things, and now it's extra nice to have someone who gets that stuff.

Sometimes Kara lays awake at night wondering about what his parents would think. The worst case scenarios—remembering how Alura manipulated people for the sake of following the law, and he wonders how far she would go if she wanted to keep him from being himself.

Deciding if/when to tell the world about his pronouns as Supergirl is hard. It's daunting just to correct people, let alone to explain that he's not a man and that pronouns ≠ gender. Then there's the extra pressure of being such a high profile person—and an alien—he knows that if he comes out publicly, it'll be the first time a lot of people hear of a woman with he/him pronouns, and there's a lot of responsibility with that. Plus it just… it reminds him of how lonely it can all be. He gets a lot of help talking with those friend he made through Kate, and the Superfam comes in too for support because they have his back ofc.

While flying out of Midvale, he spots a kid sitting hunched over on a roof. There are lots of reasons why they might be there (Kara used to stargaze from the roof, after all), but every time he sees someone like that, he checks. The kid hastily rubs at their eyes, "'m fine", and then "you wouldn't understand." "Try me," Kara says, because he's been through more things that most people know. The kid starts off vague. Then they finally mention how they want to cut their hair but they're worried about what other people will think, and Kara sees his in. By the end of it, they're both surprised by how much they shared. And Kara flies back home thinking that if Supergirl can be an example for just one more person, it'll be worth it.

And it absolutely is. There are negative reactions afterwards of course, but he stays away from that as much as he can. He keeps an eye on that kid, and when they cross paths again (both sporting new haircuts), the kid shows Kara all the excited reactions from their butch support group/group chat. He's stunned for a moment, taking in the outpouring of support for him and the emotional responses from people who never thought they'd see someone like them. But he gathers himself because he wants to take a picture—a selfie with the kid, which they send, and together the two of them laugh as the chat erupts.

#ask me #supergirl #supergirl words #gender stuff #uhhh what do i tag this as for organizational purposes #butch kara #(i know it's not the same but i don't think i can tag as he/him kara bc of the slash character)(and this kara is butch in my head) #tbh im not totally decided on if kara as supergirl would be so public about his pronouns bc of how bad press could really do some damage #not just to him but to the perception of women with he/him pronouns he/him lesbians etc #but #that can be for another story #i like to think there could still be a good outcome this way

[ellievickstar]

A Court of Little Shadows (Chapter 3) 

Warnings: None just Ember being unnaturally scary for a teenager and scaring the living crap out of the high lords

Previous chapter: Chapter 1, Chapter 2

The two weeks that the inner circle was around flew by fast which consisted of meeting upon meetings upon meetings of discussing about the meeting Roth the high lords. Despite the fuming sentries, we all decided that it may be beneficial for us to attend. We would be introduced as under The Night Court, in a way I would be their lady, not High Lady. The sentries despised the idea but y understood that in terms of safety this was important. 

I had only a few hours until after, Mathew had helped me braid my hair, cauldron bless him, and I kicked him out after to change into my chosen dress, simple, not a ball gown but one that reminded me that I was still a child, still only thirteen years old. It was modest and it was a shade of dark navy blue. 

Her dress because I am lazy as frick :D

I had selected my closest sentries to follow me, except Marcus, he drew the short stick and had to stay. He looked as if he was about to kill Renee considering the fact that she gave out the sticks since she was going to stay home anyways. 

“I know that look,” Mathew muttered as we exited the wards and glamours if the court, “You’re anxious, you don’t know what’s next,” I glanced at him as I just sighed. Not an answer, not a proper one at that but the message was clear, I just needed time. 

With the help of the winged sentries, we managed to fly pretty well. Mathew flew on his own, Noah carried me. Grey and Elliot was going to shadow walk to the palace to check for others, they would warn us if there was danger. 

By the time we got there Night, Day, Dawn, Winter, Autumn and Summer had arrived. I only vaguely remembered what happened to the Spring Court and the Night Court besides some questionable alliances with High Born on the Spring Court’s end, since I hadn’t paid attention during that meeting. 

“Who are you,” One of the Autumn Court Lords demanded. Elliot and Grey who were in the corners between the shadows stiffened and casually reached for their weapons. 

“My name is Emberly Black, High Lady of the Shadow Court,” I tried to be as poised and as gracefully as I could but I could not help myself and fidgeted with the hem of my dress. “The Shadow Court is a myth and even if it were real it would belong to the Night Court,” The Lord hissed, he looked to be one of the oldest so I assumed that he was Eris. 

“The Night Court has signed agreements that the Shadow Court is their own to rule, they fend for themselves and they have a small territory, they do not belong to the Night Court and The Night Court was sworn to secrecy until they wished otherwise,” Rhysand quickly explained. He must be desperate to be so polite. “And how old is she?” The High Lord of the Winter Court, Kallias stared at me, his eyes narrowed, a soldier assessing it’s new opponent, most of the courts did.

“I honestly have no clue why you have to ask him when I’m standing right here, I am 13 years old and my mother died when I was a child, I can rule my court just fine and yes I can peer into your minds like the Night Court, it is honestly so easy and for you to be centuries older then me you need practice,” I rambled, annoyed that they would try and speak of me like I am not there. That was when the High Lord’s stilled. The whole room stilled as the Hight Lord of the Summer Court asked, “And how old were you when she died,” “Five, I saw her die at the hands of a High Lord, or at least my spies did,” I answered simply. 

All the High Lord’s glanced at the Autumn Court, the Night Court and the at me again. I just shrugged before creating a chair out of thin air and sat down. Well not exactly thin air, I used my powers to make one out of shadow. They gawked at me like some creature. Mathew growled at all of them, he knew what does stares meant, they glanced at Mathew, then Noah, the rest of the shadow warriors and then to all the shadows at every nook and cranny. “

“Oh don’t worry I don’t need spies for meetings I’m in but I am going to advice you that no matter what you do I’ll always be able to know because you cannot go somewhere where there is no shadow,” One of the peregryn guards swore softly as everyone was silent, I tilted my head slightly and smiled, a chill flooded the room. No, I was not a monster to feat, but if I wanted respect, I needed them to fear me, regardless what they believed. 

“So,” the Thesan, High Lord of the Day Court, Elliot had schooled me before we came here, “Why do you need this meeting Rhysand?” 

Rhysand cleared his throat, “Surely the invading armies landing on our shores explain enough.”

“So you called all of us and her,” Helion, High Lord of the Dawn Court, challenged, a pointed glance at me, “to do what exactly? Raise a unified army,” I ignored the exclusivity and the clear passive aggression.

“Among other things,” Rhysand said mildly, “We—,”

Then the whole world stop as as fast as lightning, Tamlin, The High Lord of the Spring Court, ally of Hybern, I last heard, winnowed into the chamber itself.

tag list: @moonfawnx @bankerfrog @younxii @hideing @flightlesslittlebirdie

A/N: Do you love Ember as much as I do? And please give me your opinion on her and Mathew, cause best friends to lovers is aMAZing also I just realised that it’s peregryns not pagans. Please ignore my humble mistake. I really want to add more drama :D

Next part is out now!

#mor acotar #acotar #acosf #acotar fandom #rhysand #inner circle #azriel shadowsinger #a court of war and ruin #a court of silver flames #a court of silver fire #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and embers #the night court

[thatwouldbee-enough]

😅🎢🎶🛠⛔🌞❌💲🧐🎃🦅👀🤗💞🤲😬⌛ anyfandom!

Ahhhh thank you so much for this! Sorry it took a while there were so many to answer <3

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

Anything from the very very early days of my AO3 account lol. They weren't bad but there's definitely so many things when I go back and read them where I would write things a lot differently now

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Oh man. Interpreting wildest ride in two different ways here.

1 (craziest/most disturbing): Let Me Crawl Up Into Your Mind

2 (wild ride plot-wise): Fate and the Fall

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

Yes!!! Some songs from recent writing playlists:

this is me trying by Taylor Swift

The Cause by Tommy Lefroy

Paul Revere by Noah Kahan

reckless driving by Lizzy McAlpine

Letter to an Old Poet by boygenius

Partners in Crime by FINNEAS

tolerate it by Taylor Swift

Colorado by Renee Rapp

You Could Start a Cult by Niall Horan w/Lizzy McAlpine

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

So many 😬

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

Honestly either early in the morning right after I wake up or middle of the night lmao. Middle of the night has given me some of my best writing for real but at what cost

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

I don't like to say never on any tropes because I think with the right idea any trope can be done well. Some things that I tend to stay away from are heavy mental health fix it style stories because 1) I don't feel qualified enough to write that well and 2) I don't find them super interesting usually. Exploring darker storylines is always more fun for me, or mayyyybe the occasional fluffy romance lol

💲 Would you ever open commissions?

For fanfiction based on someone else's intellectual property, no, because there are legal issues there. For writing in general maybe, but I don't see a huge market for that

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

Way too much time

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

Occasionally! Maybe Sleigh Bells Ring for a favorite. Most of the holiday pieces I've written have been very fluffy lol

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

It's a mix. Usually seat of my pants, but if I have a lot of details worked out in my brain already then I'll outline

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

I have a TBOSAS piece that I'm working on where Coriolanus's punishment after cheating in the Games is to be sold as a sex worker (similar to how Finnick was in THG series) rather than being forced to enlist with the peacekeepers and he ends up with Strabo Plinth as a client.......

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

I cannot recommend enough just... doing it. Everyone worries so much about it not being good enough, but just like every other skill, you'll never get better without practice and just doing the damn thing over and over again.

Also read a lot. Read fanfic and actual books. You pick up a lot of things as a writer when you're reading other people's work. Sometimes you'll see certain ways of writing dialogue or inner monologues that you love and want to incorporate into your own writing. Sometimes you'll see things that pull you out of the story or don't flow well, and you'll learn that it's something you don't want to include in your writing. All of it is useful.

And MOST importantly, please please please learn how to properly format your dialogue 😭 (this is just a pet peeve of mine, but SO MANY fics don't have proper dialogue formatting)

ex: "This is the correct way to format a spoken sentence," she said sternly. "When you write a spoken sentence followed by a dialogue tag, the dialogue tag is PART of the sentence, so you should end the 'spoken sentence' with a comma, and then add the dialogue tag (starting with a lower case letter if it's not a proper noun), and then the sentence ends."

"This is correct too!" she exclaimed.

"This is also correct," she explained, "because the dialogue sentence hasn't ended, it was just interrupted. When dialogue is interrupted, but the sentence hasn't ended, the dialogue tag is surrounded by commas, indicating a whole, ongoing sentence."

INCORRECT EXAMPLES:

"This is not the correct way to format a spoken sentence." She said, crying a little bit on the inside.

"Neither is this!" She exclaimed.

"And neither is this." she sighed, rubbing at her temples as intentionally writing dialogue incorrectly began to trigger a headache.

💞 Who's your comfort character?

For Hamilton/Amrev, it's probably Hamilton. Sorry, basic bitch answer.

For TBOSAS it's Sejanus <3

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

A snippet from the TBOSAS AU with Coriolanus and Strabo Plinth that I mentioned above 🙈

But fighting? Fleeing? He thought back to the arena. The way his heart had pounded as he smashed at Bobbin until he laid unmoving on the ground.  He refused to let that sort of response control him again. He was better than base instincts. Especially here. This wasn’t life or death. All he had to do was play things smart, and he would come out on top again eventually.  And then everyone who ever tried to make him feel small would pay. 

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

Literally any of the smut lmfao.

But specifically the Henry Laurens/Alexander Hamilton fucked up intern AU, Let Me Crawl Up Into Your Mind, and A Royal Affair are probably all up there for top contenders

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

Highly dependent on a lot of different variables (what I'm writing/whether it requires research/what else is going on in my life/level of motivation and focus/etc). Anywhere from a couple of hours to a month lmao

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Eddie Kingston x f/Reader

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Eddie Kingston Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

I hope you like it.

Peter - Taz

Summary: f/Reader is the sister of Renee & meets Eddie. The two of them get to know one another & fall in love.

YN's POV:

I had tears in my eyes as Eddie and I were hugging goodbye. My sister and her small family were off to the side, giving the two of the privacy we need.

"I'm going to miss you Eddie." I said to him. His arms seemed tight get tighter around me, like he was holding me in place, so I didn't get on that plane.

"I am going to miss you gorgeous." That one sentence did it. It broke the last little bit of will power I had and the tears started to fall.

Eddie pulled back slightly and he started to wipe away my tears.

"Hey now, none of that. We will still be talking to each other every single chance we get. I will fly to you when I can."

"And I you." I said with a watery smile.

The last call for my flight was being announced. With one last kiss and a promise to keep in touch, I said goodbye to my family and the man I have fallen in love with.

As I boarded the plane, I almost wanted to turn back and just stay with him...but could I seriously give up my job and my own friends to be with a man I met just this week?

My head and heart felt like they were fighting but my head won, being the more logical one of course.

I sat down in my seat and just looked through the photos of Eddie and I until we got told that we were going to fly soon.

~

It has been almost three months since Eddie and I were together. We talk every day though.

A day doesn't go by where I don't wake up to some type of romantic message or voicemail from him.

I come home and there are gifts waiting for me. He likes to send me something from every place he had travelled too.

We have set aside certain nights of the week to video chat, because with his busy schedule, you just never know when he can talk.

So we have decided on Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays and Sundays to video chat and if one of us can't do it that day, we will let the other one know as soon as we can.

But tonight is one of those video chat nights and I am excited because I couldn't do it Thursday night this week as I had Parent-Teacher Night.

I heard my phone go off and I quickly answered it. There was his smiling face on my screen.

"Hi baby." I said to him.

"How is the most beautiful woman in the world doing today?" I could of melted at the compliment.

Eddie is always telling me how gorgeous or beautiful I am. Even when I just wake up and have no makeup on, and before my coffee or tea.

The two of us talked the night away, just like we do every single time.

But I was nodding off. I am getting tired and he could see it.

"Go to sleep love. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"No, no."

"I can see you falling asleep babygirl. I am always on call away and you know that. Goodnight YN. I love you."

"I love you too." Eddie blew kisses at me and I wished I was with him in person to fall asleep in his arms.

Eddie Kingston's POV:

I woke up the next morning after talking with YN and I looked at the empty spot next to me and just sighed.

I sent her a good morning text, like I always do and got ready for the day. I was in the shower and the idea hit me.

Ask YN if she to move in with you.

It is a crazy idea since I know how much she loves her job, but I also love my job and there really is no harm in asking her.

I got out of the shower and quickly got dressed. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. She will be having her lunch soon.

So I waited until she text me first, like we have been doing every school day.

I called her and YN picked up the phone on the second ring.

"Hey handsome. Sorry, I don't have long, I have to do some marking before the next class."

"I'll make this quick baby. YN, I hate waking up and you are not next to me. I hate not being able to hold you in my arms and kiss you. I know this is asking alot, but will you move in with me? Travel with me? I don't want to be apart from you any longer."

"Eddie," She started to talk but then I heard the fire alarm go off.

"I gotta go baby. I'll talk to you later. I love you." She said and the line went dead.

'What a time for the alarm to go off.' I thought to myself.

~

I couldn't just wait for her answer because I had to get to the arena as I was doing commentary and I knew once the alarm situation wad dealt with, she would have to go back and do after classes.

But as I was just sitting down next to Jim, I felt my phone vibrate. I wasn't going to look at at first but I knew I was YN, so I read the message.

Yes.

That one simple word brought a massive smile to my face and all through the matches, people were asking me why I was so happy.

So I just finally told Jim and Peter.

"Congrats man. About damn time you asked her. You haven't been yourself." Peter said to me.

After the night was done I informed Jon about YN moving in with me.

"Oh I know. YN called Renee, who called me. Don't be shocked if you don't hear from Renee in the next couple of days."

~

YN and I have been side by side for almost four months now. The first night we lived together we didn't even bother to unpack as we just made love all night long.

My home turned to our home. A perfect mixture of our two worlds coming together. She came with me all over the States but I knew she was getting bored when I had to be somewhere.

So when I heard about Tony needing an assistant, I told YN. She would be perfect for the job, but it was up to her if she wanted to go for it.

She fixed up her resume and applied for the job. I offered to help her get the job.

"Thank you but I need to do it on my own love." I backed off when she said that because she was right.

But there was nothing to worry about. She got called in for the first round of interviews. Then the second and then the final one between her and two other people.

YN came to the hotel room looking all defeated. She didn't know if she did well enough to get the job.

So I took her out to dinner and a movie. After the movie, she turned her phone back on and there was the email from Tony telling YN she got the job.

~

Jon and I were sitting in the back row of the room where the meeting was being held, but I wasn't paying attention to my bosses.

No, no.

I was paying attention to my wife.

Yup.

YN and I got married when we were in Vegas. We wanted something small and we knew Renee would be down there with Nora as she was visiting friends.

So we got married in one of the smaller chapels and I can definitely say I wouldn't have it any other way.

We had our friends and co-workers there and we rented out a restaurant and had our reception there.

It was perfect. No huge fuss over everything. Not wondering who we needed to invite. We just told people, and who ever showed up, showed up.

We did record it though so we could send it to our families who were not happy that we did that, but in the end, we did it for us and for no one else.

Jon interrupted my thoughts by leaning over to speak softly to me. "When she due?"

"Any day now. The Doctor says it could happen at any moment."

Jon sat back in his chair normally. He was excited that we were having a baby and he gets to be Uncle Jon.

And no one can top Aunt Renee. That woman had bought our children clothes well until they are in kindergarten.

"Girls!" She went crazy when she heard that. She bought everything she could find. Didn't matter what it was. If she found it cute, it was bought and shipped to our new home.

But as I sat there, I noticed my wife and her facial expressions. She was taking deep breaths and her face was scrunching up in pain.

I shook my head and stood up. Nick stopped talked. "Yes Eddie?"

Everyone turned to look at me and my focus was just on YN. "My wife has gone into labour." The gasps were loud and the "fuck." That came from YN's mouth almost had me laughing.

Almost.

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Then it was pure chaos. Everyone was calling for an ambulance while I did the deep breathing exercises with her.

~

Nineteen hours later, I heard the first cry of my first daughter. Six minutes later, the first cry of my second daughter.

They were both laid on YN's chest as the two of us cried and kissed one another. Our babies were cleaned up as was YN, and they were brought back to us for feeding.

"So what are we going to call them gorgeous?" I asked her as YN had one in her arms and I had one in mine.

"Well, how about this one be called Lillian Grace Moore." YN said as she kissed our daughter.

"Perfect and this little one will be called Violet Josephine Moore." I said as I looked down at my baby girl in my arms.

Finished

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Encantado Cinco: Chapter 3: The Moment of Goodbye

The return of Rene and Charlie's inability to control his powers results in a shocking decision.

Charlie would be leaving with the rest of the Menudo members for their Latin American tour tonight, but he still had to attend class today to pick up all his school work. Charlie kept his eyes down as he shuffled off to his first class that morning. He was in little mood for socializing. Miguel's premonition still echoed in his mind, and as good as Joselo's public announcement had felt in the moment, Charlie was singled out enough as it was in his school. Being a Menudo member was just another mark of "differentness" on him for the other students to gawk at, which they did unabashedly as Charlie made his way through the halls trying to avoid the stares and whispers.

When Charlie entered his first class, he was greeted by the same fake enthusiasm that had greeted him in his living room the night before. That is, with the exception of Chayanne who glared at him from the back of the room. Charlie awkwardly shuffled past the pats on the back and high fives to his desk where the blonde from before was waiting for him.

"Hi Charlie!" She greeted him, all smiles and voice dripping with sweetness. "What's new?"

"Uh, hi Ana Paula... not much. How about you?" Charlie forced a friendly reply.

"Not much? Ha, oh Charlie! Well, I just got the latest issue of the Menudo fanclub newsletter, I am a member of the official Menudo fan club, you know, and it confirmed that Rene is leaving the group and that the new member they chose comes from right here in our neighbourhood! So it's all really true, isn't it? You're the newest member of Menudo!"

"Well, if that's what the Official Menudo Fanclub Newsletter said..."

"Wow." She beamed, and the whole room buzzed excitedly at getting a confirmation from the source himself. "Congratulations! Gosh, I never thought something like this would happen to one of my friends!"

"It didn't happen to one of your friends. It happened to me." Charlie smirked as the fake smile fell from her face and she awkwardly hurried back to her desk as the bell rang. Once his classmates realized that Charlie wasn't won over by their sudden change of attitude, they all stayed clear of him and Charlie was beginning to think he was actually going to get through an entire school day having been left alone for once.

That was until Chayanne cornered him in the washroom after school had ended. Charlie thought maybe Chayanne was going to give him a hard time about being in Menudo, or insulting Ana Paula, until Chayanne spoke.

"What did you do to my radio the other day?"

Uh oh. Charlie had forgotten all about that.

"What? I didn't do anything to your radio, I was across the room." Charlie avoided eye contact as he washed his hands.

"Mhm. And how about that claw machine? How did you get the prize that no one else was able to get?"

"What can I say?" Charlie hesitated. "Magic." Charlie turned to leave but Chayanne put out his arm and blocked him.

"Yeah, Magic. Witchcraft maybe. What are you, some kind of devil worshipper?"

Chayanne started trying to connect the dots.

"Is that how you joined that group? Put a hex on the producer? Or did you make a pact with Satan?"

Charlie felt his blood pressure rising and shoved Chayanne's arm out of his way. Chayanne swung hard at Charlie, catching him off guard with a fist to the jaw. As Charlie looked up at Chayanne in surprise and anger, he felt a whoosh of air and Charlie realized he had just telepathically sent Chayanne flying back in to a stall door. The stall crashed open and Chayanne fell to floor beside the toilet. He looked up at Charlie in shock and fear.

"Oh no, Chayanne, I'm sorry!" Charlie tried to help Chayanne up but the boy pushed him away.

"God! You really do have magic powers, don't you?!"

"No, Chayanne, listen-"

"Stay away from me, you freak!" Chayanne scrambled to his feet and bolted out the door, leaving Charlie no opportunity to explain, not that Charlie was sure he would have been able to come up with a plausible explanation anyways.

Charlie sighed and hurried off to the awaiting van, happy to be getting away from his school for the next few weeks but dreading what was coming up next: vocal lessons.

* * *

No one was more surprised than Charlie to find out that singing came quite naturally to him . Charlie would not actually be singing lead on any songs yet, but he would be singing the choruses along with the other members so he had to be able to carry a note. That part he had no problem with, Charlie's issue was with remembering the lyrics. Even with them written on a piece of paper in front of him, he still lost his place and tripped up his words.

Charlie hadn't made much progress and despite Joselo's encouraging and advice he hadn't succeeded in clearing his mind and focusing on the music, he was only succeeding in making himself hoarse, so they ended for the day.

Work wasn't over yet, though. Charlie had his first photo shoot with Menudo at their in-house photography studio. They would be taking photos to be used as promotion for the up coming Latin American tour. It was sort of bizarre for Charlie, who wasn't used to being fussed over, to suddenly have a team of stylists primping his hair and touching up his make-up.

As Charlie and the other members waited for the wardrobe team to arrive in their dressing room, Charlie was filling the other members in on what had happened between him and Chayanne.  

"And then out of nowhere, the bastard punched me in the jaw!"

"Oh wait!" Miguel interrupted. "This Chayanne... is he about your height? Feathered black hair? Dimpled chin?"

"Yeah?"

Miguel clapped. "Aha! That's who I saw attack you in my vision."

"That's what you got me all worked up about?" Charlie was annoyed. "Jeez, Chayanne does this crap all the time! I thought you saw a monster or demon or something."

"You'll learn Miguel's visions aren't always accurate." Ricky laughed.

"What was inaccurate? You were attacked!" Miguel defended.

"Well, he won't be doing it again. I telepathically body slammed him in to a toilet."

Seeing the stunned looks he got, Charlie quickly added. "Accidentally."

The other members didn't look impressed.

"Charlie, I know it's hard but you really have to learn how to focus your powers. You can't risk being caught like that, not to mention hurting an innocent person." Miguel scolded.

"It's not easy but it's something you gotta do, Charlie. We all had to learn to control our powers. If I didn't I would constantly be setting things on fire." Johnny chimed in.

"It's not like I'm not trying to control them, or like I purposely hurt anybody." Charlie snapped back defensively.

"We're not saying you're not trying." Johnny amended.

"They're saying you're not trying hard enough." Xavier bluntly remarked. "It's like with the song lyrics, it took you so long to learn the dance moves that now you aren't going to have any time to learn the words."

That pissed Charlie off.

"I didn't ask for these powers, you know. I didn't even ask to join your stupid band."

"Well, you don't have any choice about your powers." Ricky crossed his arms. "But nobody is forcing you to be in Menudo."

Charlie stiffened. "You're absolutely right, Ricky. There's no reason for me to be here."

"Hey, wait a minute, you guys..." Miguel tried to cool down the situation, but a knock at the door interrupted him.

"Come in." Miguel sighed.

"Remember me?" Called a voice Charlie didn't recognize. Everyone else seemed to recognize it though, based on their enthusiastic reactions. When Charlie looked, he saw why.

It was Rene.

* * *

The four Menudo members instantly swarmed Rene with hugs, everyone seemed to want to touch him to make sure he was real. Charlie stood back in shock. Not only was Rene up and walking, but he seemed to remember his former Menudo bandmates.

"Do you really remember us, Rene?" Johnny asked in amazement.

"Yeah, I remember everything. I can't explain it." Rene shrugged.

"I didn't lose my memories when I lost my powers" Joselo offered. "I suppose it's different for some people."

"It's truly miraculous the recovery that Rene has made. And I remain hopeful that the other Menudo members will soon regain their memories." Eduardo smiled.

Charlie was surprised to see Eduardo standing there. He hadn't seen the man since the night he encountered that demon. When Charlie had joined Menudo, Joselo handled all the paperwork and introductions on Eduardo's behalf. This was the first time Charlie got a clear look at him. He was older than Charlie initially thought, maybe mid-fifties. He appeared older due to the hunched over way he stood, thick prescription glasses resting on his nose.

"They haven't so far." Ricky remarked bitterly.

Xavier hugged Rene. "I don't care how it happened, I'm just glad you remember us. I really hoped this time would be different, and it is!"

"We're glad to have you back." Johnny grinned, grasping Rene's shoulder.

"Yeah, but I lost my powers to that demon. Now I can't fight with you." Rene sighed. "I can't even help you wipe out the demon that took my powers."

"Oh! You don't have to worry about that, Charlie took care of it. You haven't met him yet. Charlie, come..." Miguel started, but everyone realized that Charlie was gone.

"Where did Charlie go?" Eduardo asked.

"We have a photoshoot to do, I hope he's coming back soon." Joselo worried.

"I wouldn't count on it." Xavier let slip.

"We sort of had a fight," Johnny explained. "I don't think Charlie wants to be in Menudo anymore."

"He just needs a little time to cool off." Miguel quickly defended.

"I don't know. He sounded like he had made up his mind to me." Ricky observed. "And he was having a hard time adjusting to the group."

"He was doing just fine!" Miguel glared. "And maybe he would have been doing better if he had gotten a little more support!"

"It's okay, Miguel." Eduardo shrugged. "If Charlie wants to leave Menudo, I'm not going to stop him."

Miguel's face reddened with anger. "Well I am!"

The room fell silent after Miguel slammed the door behind him. Xavier was the first to speak.

"If Charlie doesn't come back, will you rejoin the band, Rene?"

"If I were you, I'd be more worried about getting Charlie back. He killed the demon that took my powers and now he's filling in for me on the tour at the last minute. Charlie sounds like a pretty valuable member to the team, what's the issue?"

The other members exchanged awkward looks.

"There's no issue..." Johnny started.

"You act like there is." Rene levelled.

"Rene... he's not you." Xavier finally admitted, pouting.

"He's not supposed to be." Rene smiled. "I'm glad you guys missed me, really. But I'm not coming back. This isn't my place anymore. And I'm leaving tonight, I think my being here will just complicating things for you guys. You have to focus on working together as a team, the five of you."

* * *

Charlie was sitting on the front steps outside the house with his backpack when Miguel found him.

"Charlie! Thank goodness, you haven't left yet."

"I would have, but nobody told me the damn code to unlock the electric gate." Charlie grumbled.

"Good." Miguel chuckled and sat down beside him. "I'm certainly not going to be the one to tell it to you. Come on back inside, they're starting the group photoshoot without us."

"No, Miguel. I'm leaving. I just don't belong in Menudo. Accept it, everyone else has."

"They don't know what you can do! They didn't think you would be able to learn the dance routines but you did."

"Yeah, and now I don't know the lyrics."

"So you'll learn those, too."

Charlie stood up. "Okay, and what about the bigger problem of me controlling my powers? Some interviewer is going to piss me off, or some fan is going to get too close and I'll end up blasting them away. Then what?"

"Charlie, that's not going to happen." Miguel scoffed.

"It could, I could hurt someone. You told me my power is the most powerful one of all but I can't even control it, I feel so helpless."

"Charlie..." Miguel started to put a hand on Charlie, but Charlie shrugged him off.

"Besides, you guys have Rene back now. Just because he can't fight doesn't mean he can't sing with you guys. He can do the singing and I'll come over and help out if you guys get attacked by a demon or something."

"That's stupid! What are we suppose to do? Call you and hope you're home? Charlie, we need you close by if something happens. We're going to be out of the country soon, what do we do then?"

Charlie shrugged. "You guys can handle it. You've made it this far."

Miguel was about to object when he suddenly spaced out, deep in a vision.

Xavier, Johnny and Ricky are in the photo studio. They're standing in costume on a set decorated with a motorcycle. A photographer is taking their picture, moving around to capture them from all angles. With each click of the shutter the boys seem to grow weaker. Johnny realizes what's happening and tries to set the photographer on fire, but as soon as the demon is on fire he snaps his camera and the flames disappear. He continues snapping photos as the boys grow weaker and collapse.

Charlie noticed Miguel's distant look. "Miguel? What's wrong?"

Miguel started to speak but stopped and glared at Charlie. "What do you care? The code to the gate is 1977. I'm going to help my friends."

* * *

Miguel burst in to the photo studio room just as the photographer demon used his camera to extinguish Johnny's flames. He charged in to the demon from behind, and the two tangled briefly until the creature wrestled Miguel off and threw him in to a pile of boxes. As the boxes tumbled on to Miguel, the monster snapped his camera and suddenly the cardboard set aflame. Xavier weakly reached out and froze time, briefly stopping time long enough for Miguel to scramble out from under the burning boxes but in his weakened state Xavier couldn't hold the freeze much longer.

As the demon unfroze, Xavier raised his hand to freeze him again but nothing happened.  "What the hell?"

"It's the camera, it took your powers!" Miguel shouted.

"We have to get it away from him! Camera!" Ricky commanded, but as he did so the demon took a picture. The camera appeared in Ricky's hand, but just as quickly the demon appeared in front of him and snatched the camera back, having paused time.

With the camera back in his hand, the photographer demon began furiously snapping photos now. The powerless boys had collapsed, and were helpless to stop the demon as he reached the end of his roll to finish them off. Before that could happen, however, his camera suddenly grew very hot and then exploded. The demon turned to see Charlie standing at the ready. He tried to set Charlie ablaze, but found he had lost that power. When the camera exploded, the powers it had taken were given back to those it had taken them from. The weary Menudo members rose to their feet just in time to see Charlie focus his energy on the hapless demon and explode him as easily as he had the camera.

"Charlie!" Miguel sighed with relief.

"Man, you saved our asses." Xavier remarked.

"It was nothing." Charlie scoffed.

"No, it was something. Seriously, Charlie, how can we make it up to you?" Johnny asked bashfully.

"Well," Charlie folded his arms. "You could help me learn the lyrics to the songs for our tour."

Everyone grinned.

"So you're staying in Menudo?" Johnny asked.

"Of course he is!" Miguel confidently answered for Charlie. "This is where he belongs."

"Right." Charlie smiled.

"The taxi to the airport is here." Joselo announced, entering the room. "Hey, where did the photographer go?"

"Charlie blew him up. Demon." Ricky announced, pointing at the scorch marks on the floor.

"Oh no! Charlie, it's a good thing you were here." Joselo shook his head. "Does this mean you won't be leaving after all?"

Charlie grinned. "Yeah, I guess I'll stick around for a little while."

* * *

"It's past 10'o clock, kid. Beat it, we're closed."

The shop owner shooed Chayanne out of the arcade where he had been spending his day playing beat-em-ups and trying to forget the terrifying encounter he had with Charlie. Chayanne wasn't ready to go home yet, and started to walk aimlessly when he realized that he was being followed. He picked up his pace and the pursuants called out to him.

"Hey, you!"

Chayanne turned and saw four kids about his age all with gold coloured eyes. The one in the middle spoke.

"We've been watching you for a while."

"So?"

"We're putting together a musical group and we need a fifth member. Somebody to lead us. Are you at all interested in fame and riches?"

"Yeah, right. What is this, a get-rich quick scheme or something?" Chayanne scoffed.

"No. We're offering you something very special, wouldn't you like to be powerful... like Charlie?"

Chayanne stiffened. "How do you know him?"

"Everyone knows him now. He's famous, he'll be travelling the world. And he's rich. His family is, too. They don't struggle anymore. Not like your family does."

Who the hell were these kids? Chayanne started to walk away when one called out to him.

"You were right about his powers, you know."

This got Chayanne's attention, he hurried back to the group.

"I was? I knew it! What are his powers? How did he get them?"

"You were right to be afraid of Charlie. Next time he uses his powers on you, you might not get away. They all have powers, you know. Menudo is his coven." Another informed him.

"What?" Chayanne gulped. "You don't think... would he... kill me?"

"Certainly.  He's jealous of you, he hates you. Charlie wants to destroy you." A third said.

"What can I do!?"

"You can join us, we're going to stop them." A small, curly haired blond boy enticed.

"How? I don't have any powers."

They smiled at him, revealing each had sharp fangs. "We can give you powers."

* * *

On Menudo's private plane Charlie eagerly looked out the window as Puerto Rico grew smaller in the distance.

"I've never been on a plane before." He remarked in awe.

"Pretty cool, huh?" Johnny agreed, patting him on the back and joining him at the window. Xavier was with him.

"Look, Charlie, me and Xavier wanted to apologize. We know we haven't been very welcoming to you. In fact, we've been kind of awful."

"Mostly Johnny was." Xavier added, but seeing Johnny's glare he amended. "But I was too, a little. I'm sorry."

"No it's okay, maybe I just had to prove myself to you." Charlie shrugged.

"Well, you've more than proved yourself." Johnny grinned. "You've already killed two demons!"

"I can't believe that photographer turned out to be a demon." Xavier shook his head.

"What a shame that was." Joselo sighed as he joined them. "Now we don't have any publicity photos of the group to send to the newspapers."

Miguel overheard. "Wait, wait! I have just the thing!" He fished around in his bag and pulled out a Polaroid camera. "Ta-daa!"

"An instant camera?" Charlie laughed.

"Of course! I plan on doing some sight-seeing on this tour, but I can spare a shot. Ricky, come here! Joselo, take our picture." Miguel and the other four boys all crowded together.

"Okay, smile!" Joselo called as he snapped their picture.

"Look at that," Charlie grinned as they all watched the picture develop. "The five Menudos."

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Fics With Titles That Start With L (2) Masterlist

part one

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alternatively: 13k worth of sadness that literally no one asked for.

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Laws Of Attraction (ao3) - strawberrysunflower

Summary: When Phil turned twenty-nine, he wrote out a list of all the things he had in his life. One terraced house in Manchester, rented. Two housemates who still buy the cheapest alcohol on offer in Tesco. Three failed long-term relationships.

After a spur-of-the-moment Friday night out on Canal Street, Phil ends up in the bed of a very handsome stranger. It’s a nice yet meaningless distraction from his directionless life. No big deal. Until he bumps into him again. And again. And again...

Lazy Day (ao3) - phanburnhamizzard

Summary: After nearly two months on the road, Marianne makes a proclamation to the two tired boys: You are taking tomorrow off! Dan and Phil spend a lazy day together with no fans, no crew, and no internet. Fluff, Domestic, Fun, Romance, and Light Smut.

lead me astray (lead me your way) (ao3) - dykejaskiers

Summary: It's a normal Sunday evening when Dan disappears.

One minute he's there, sitting on the grass in front of Phil who's leaning closer and tilting his head, shooting Dan a questioning look – is this okay? Can we? Do you want me to?

One minute he's there, and then as suddenly as the sun disappears, so does Dan.

Lead Me Into The Light - itsmyusualphannie

Summary: Dan and Phil are part of a crew of space explorers currently embarking on a dangerous mission to check out a supposedly lifeless planet far away from home.

Lean On - philsdrill

Summary: It’s halfway into the tour and Dan’s feeling a bit run down. When he doesn’t have the energy, Phil is a shoulder to lean on. Inspired by these photos from dapgo…

Learning Curves (ao3) - winstonlives

Summary: Dan, a youtuber, sees an old A levels teacher in a gay bar years after he left school. That same teacher is Phil Lester, the hunkiest teach Dan ever did see. He makes a plan to subtly bump into him and reintroduce himself as a successful adult. While the reintroduction doesn't go quite as planned, the two end up in bed together, much to Dan's delight. Phil on the other hand has some reservations about the whole thing, throwing a wrench into Dan's lustful plans.

Le Roi (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Daniel James Howell looked at himself in the lavish mirror in front of him. The intricately embroidered flowers in his clothes were mesmerizing. He wished he could stay in his suite and paint them, but he had been invited to Chateau Versailles for the celebration to honour the second birthday of Princess Marie Thérèse.

So far he had become popular among the french for his portraits of barely dressed women with mildly scandalous undertones. Lovers all across Paris had hired his services to immortalize the object of their desire for posterity, but Daniel wanted more.

Let Me Make It Up To You (ao3) - developerdaniel

Summary: A fic about after the 2012 incident and how Dan tries to apologise and make it up to Phil leading to beautiful smut of them making love to rekindle their love.

Let's Be Alone Together - phanlight

Summary: Dan has to work with the class nerd for the history project but a classroom at night can be good for things other than working and maybe Dan isn’t such an asshole after all.

Like A Perhaps Hand (Which Carefully Comes Out Of Nowhere) (ao3) - palomeheart

Summary: Dan is in his second year of uni studying law– or he would be if he hadn’t failed his resits. After being talked into a semester-long leave of absence to get his life in order, he takes a job at the café of a local botanic garden through a flatmate’s family connection. Or so he thinks.

Looking For A Little Bit Of Hope These Days (ao3) - danhoweiis

Summary: When Dan begun his acting career he imagined he'd have to face many difficulties. Sharing a dressing room with the guy he has a crush on however, wasn't one of them.

Looking For The Stars - crescendohowell

Summary: Dan and Phil meet on the first day of their junior year of high school. They quickly become fast friends but Phil had secrets he keeps and Dan also keeps some of his struggles hidden. They try to navigate between friends and boyfriends throughout and it all ends happy because happy ending are the best.

Lost (And Found) - dxnhowell

Summary: PJ suddenly goes missing, and while Phil, Chris and Louise are out looking for him, they happen upon a boy who seems to be troubled. Phil just wants to help, and vows to protect the boy from the bad people who hurt him.

Luckily Cursed (ao3) - TsingaDark

Summary: Sometimes Dan thinks he might be a little bit cursed. He knows that’s bullshit, of course, but still, his bad luck regarding first dates is kind of conspicuous.

Lying Love - myashtrayphandomheart

Summary: Phil has new, wonderful boyfriend. But not everything is as good as it seems. Will Dan be able to show him the truth?

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #ficsl #ficsl masterlist

[marjaystuff]

Crazy Times

It has been another week before the week before a holiday.  Any teacher can tell you that is when the crazy comes out.  The week was exhausting!  Four days next week!  I think it will be calmer. No, I hope it will be calmer!  

Every night, I have come home to either complete work or work on crocheting animals.  I am pretty much done everything for my clients for Christmas except for one thing - one more set of presents to make.  I have ¾ of the components made with only the base left.  Oh - and put it together.

The shopping and work for the family is not finished. Although I think I have most everything I need.  It just needs organizing and wrapping.  I have to admit the time seemed to just fly by this weekend. 

All this means that my house could be considered a disaster zone.  I have piles everywhere!  Piles of clothes, dishes, yarn and odds and ends cover the chairs, couch and the table.  Luckily I am able to overlook it all this week - kind of.  

The books this week were all short and quick, easy reads.  Just what I needed to read.  Each was a happily ever after with strong interesting characters.  Thankfully each of them allowed me to escape for a while!  

Elise sent in a wonderful interview with Renee Ryan and her newest book The Paris Housekeeper.  There is also a new guest review of Celeste Connally’s book Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Lord. ( I really enjoyed this novel - as did Elise.)

I wish you a week that is calm with lots of time to read. 

[cestroz]

I can fly by René Magritte

https://artloup.blogspot.com/p/rene-g-magritte.html

The diversity of human behavior the complex relationships that exist between individuals and places even when people aren't physically present at a time you feel like someone is in the room with you. what really stands out about rené above all in fact is what an unusual eye he had so even his most so even his seemingly conventional and conservative landscapes have a creeping sense of the uncanny. their strange angles and improbable perspectives often suggest the scene is being viewed by some spectral being unconstrained by normal rules of physics we see this in most of his works particularly in the castle of the pyrenees 1959, la bataille de l'argone and l'empire des lumières series which present a visual mystery related to the treatment of light is it a day or night scene, here plays on a night scene that takes place during the day

#rené #magritte #bule #art

[codename-adler]

Death of Heroes

Because not even Neil can outrun the ephemerality of men.

Renee is the first one to go. 

Nearing sixty but never reaching it, she is outlived by Abby and Wymack. At least Stephanie Walker is waiting for her at the gates of Heaven, but for the rest of her Foxes, the loss is heavy.

It’s cancer. Leukemia.

It started with the bruises from her sparring matches with Andrew not healing very well. Then not at all. After decades of maintaining these monthly meetings, of keeping her body healthy, Renee finally has to give it up. She knows something is wrong, and she knows that these sessions won’t be of any help, now.

Then the extreme fatigue starts. Still, Renee doesn’t do a thing about it. Or at least, she lets life go its own course. She looses weight, which she already doesn’t have much of. But then the nosebleeds begin, and it’s no use telling Allison to stop worrying. The diagnosis is unsurprising, yet still shattering. And it’s not a good prognosis either, but it’s still not bad enough for the doctor to give up the Five-Year survival plan.

Renee has to speak up. Ally, I don’t want to do this. She has to put her foot down. Allison, my love, it’ll be okay. I won’t get better, you and I both know that. But it can be okay. It can still be good.

Renee doesn’t get treatment. Renee doesn’t tell anybody, except Andrew. Because Andrew knows, somehow, that she made a terrible, irreversible choice. Because Andrew only deals in truths. Because Andrew is Andrew, and just as he needed her all those years ago, she needs him now.

A little more than six months pass, with less and less outings from Renee and more and more excuses from Allison, and Renee gets sick. Really sick. It starts like a regular cold. Then it looks more like the flu. And suddenly it’s pneumonia, and respiratory difficulties, and lung failure. She’s in that hospital bed, wearing that gown, breathing in that mask. Renee finally nods to Allison, giving her consent.

Ally makes the call.

Only Andrew and Dan make it in time.

Renee Walker goes out like a light.

The Foxes, who had once upon a time been used to murders, life-threatening schemes and acts of extreme violence, had never really known Death itself. The simple, yet inevitable fate of human lives. Of going quietly into the night. It’s all so quiet. So anticlimactic. It’s so quiet, too quiet, too heavy with silence. This time, there is no one to blame, no one to punish, no one to take responsibility.

It’s just life. It’s just death.

Wymack and Abby can’t believe that one of their Foxes, on of their kids, left before them. Renee’s Korean roots made her look barely a day over forty, which made it all so much worse. Renee’s death takes a toll on every single one of them. Because it’s Renee, the best of them. Because all her papers are in orders, her will to date, her wishes known; just as when she was alive, she leaves no chaos behind her.

There is nothing and no one to be mad at, except life.

In the cemetery where Stephanie Walker is buried, Andrew buys a large lot of land. (Large enough to one day welcome all the Foxes) The tomb is moved over there, and Renee’s name is added. A tree is planted above her scattered ashes. It’s very small, very fragile, but with the years, it grows strong.

For the first time, the Foxes realize that, despite going through Hell and back in their youth, they are not immortal. There is nothing to be done about that, but it hurts. It hurts to lose their angel this way, so soon, so suddenly. It hurts to lose, period. It feels like a failure, like giving up. They lost her. They lost.

But somehow, they gained something else they might never know about. Renee might have been the only religious one among them, but that didn’t stop her from becoming their Guardian Angel. Because somehow, from then on, the Foxes were spared.

Let me show you.

Just as Bee had a few years before Renee, Abby, then Wymack, simply die in their sleep, no fight, no agony. None of them have to see another Fox go before them. They don’t have to go through that indescribable ordeal ever again. They are spared the pain.

Then decades pass, enough for the remaining Foxes to grow very old, and live very long. Not infinitely, but long enough.

Matt is the next one to go.

Matt has worked hard all his life, both mentally and physically. It comes to no surprise, then, that arthritis chose to invade his body. For the first few years living with the diagnosis, natural medicine and osteopathy are enough to keep the pain at bay. It doesn’t stop Matt from doing anything. He babysits his 9 grandchildren with Dan every week; he goes on roadtrips with Dan every summer; he goes on a light jog with Dan every day.

It’s just that one day, it’s not enough anymore. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the pain becomes too much for Matt to do his day-to-day activities. And really, the pain, he could take; it was an old friend, a familiar feeling, almost like a sixth sense.

It was the mental toll of it all that he couldn’t take. To have to say no to seeing his grandchildren. No to driving around endlessly and aimlessly for hours. No to waking up in sync with Dan every morning, and no to their routine, and no, and no, and just- not living.

For the first time in a long time, Matt doesn’t want to do this anymore.

But he does, still. He smiles, and he lies, and he tries to will away the pain.

It all comes down to one afternoon, when he takes his painful walk of the day around the neighborhood. There are three little kids playing Exy in their driveway, when suddenly a ball escapes their racquets and rolls down in the street. The smallest kid runs after it, runs and runs and runs, without looking. Kind of like Neil, Matt thinks to himself before his body acts of his own. The kid doesn’t see the car, and the car doesn’t see the kid. Matt sees both.

The BMW is going way over the limit, its sleek black sides reflecting the sun too brightly. Despite his pain, despite his age, despite his now slow reflexes, Matt leaps. He screams at the kid to stop and turn around, to let the ball roll away, but to no avail. 

Matt pushes the kid away in time for the car to hit him instead, and only him.

The rest becomes a blur, but the final verdict is as such: broken hip, shattered leg, probably won’t walk ever again, even with surgery. The doctors and surgeons warn Matt that with his age, his pre-existing condition, and his drug history, surgery might kill him. But Matt refuses to be bedridden for the rest of his already miserable life. Dan knows that. She knows that he has to try. Knows that he might not pull through. She also knows that Matt wants to go, has wanted to for a while now. 

She calls Neil. She calls Allison. From there, all the Foxes are bound to get the news. Matt promises to wait until their arrival before going into surgery. In the meantime, the nurses start a morphine line, after warning the couple very strongly about the side effects and the risks. But Matt is in pain, terrible pain, and it’s a compromise to wait for his Foxes. It takes about a week for all of them to come to his bedside, with Nicky being last, coming all the way from Germany. Neil and Allison barely leave his room; Dan doesn’t at all. The others take turns, leaving as much space for Matt’s kids and grandkids as their hearts can allow.

The open spot for Matt’s surgery is on a Friday.

Matt Boyd does not make it to Friday. 

The morphine is too heavy on his heart. It was a possible outcome, not as alarming as the upcoming surgery, but... Matt had secretely wished to go ever since and- maybe, up there in Heaven, someone heard him... 

Dan and Matt had had a mutual understanding, that it was okay, but it doesn’t make it any more easy to let go. 

Two months into Matt’s departure, Allison moves in with Dan. She walks her through every stage of grief. She grieves all over again herself, too. But they make it.

Same goes for Andrew with Neil. Neil doesn’t know loss like this. Death like this.

And yet. And yet. Deep, deep down, Neil is scared. That after all his years of running, and fighting, and lying, he won’t get that peaceful ending Matt was granted.

But Neil lives.

And Nicky leaves.

A few months after Matt, he and Erik simply stay in the States. They say it’s because they want to be close, because they don’t want to miss anything, because they don’t want to risk a Fox leaving without a chance at saying goodbye. Because Nicky misses his Aaron and his Andrew.

Which are all valid and true motives. It’s just not the whole truth.

Nicky has dementia. Alzheimer’s, to be precise. Diagnosed about a year ago. It’s not bad yet, but- It’s the endless back-and-forth between the house and “der Supermarkt” because Nicky forgot what he drove there for in the first place. It’s forgetting words in all the languages Nicky speaks. It’s freaking out at all the Germans speaking German, because Nicky sometimes believe he is still living in America. It’s not finding the Columbia house and panicking when Nicky can’t get a hold of Andrew or Aaron.

It’s hard, it’s heartbreaking, it’s terrifying, but it’s manageable.

Once Nicky and Erik settle back down in North Carolina, they both wonder how long it’ll take before the twins figure it out, because there is no way Nicky is telling them, but he also knows nothing can get past his twins.

And he’s right. Between Aaron’s acute knowledge of Medicine and Andrew’s reknown lie-detector skills, it takes about 14 days for them to take Nicky hostage and demand the truth. 

As the year comes to an end, Nicky’s dementia doesn’t seem to progress that much. He seems to escape the worst. He doesn’t forget anyone. He doesn’t become aggressive, doesn’t go missing, doesn’t lose any function of his body. Without looking too closely, Nicky is simply getting old. 

The twin girls he and Erik adopted get to move back in for a little while, having lived in the U.S. all their lives and seeing their parents fly to Germany after their retirement. They know, too, and try to make the most of it. They are lucky. They are so lucky. Nicky is a miracle patient.

In the end, though, it’s Nicky’s body rather than his mind that gives out. Once you reach a certain point in time living with the disease, but without the general complications of it, eventually the brain has trouble managing all the organs of the body. So instead of forgetting to eat, or forgetting names and faces, sometimes your brain doesn’t remember how to make your heart beat. Or how to make make your lungs breathe.

Nicky Hemmick stops breathing in the middle of the night, after having wished his twin daughters goodnight, texted his other set of twins goodnight, and kissed his husband goodnight. Nicky had thought, then, that it was indeed, a good night.

Just as he had remembered his Foxes until the end, he was remembered by them as the big-hearted lover that Heaven had just gained as its new angel.

Too soon after him, though, it’s Allison’s turn. 

It’s not that she’d simply been waiting around for the day she could be reunited with Renee. She just didn’t understand why her Foxes kept leaving, and why she was still stuck here without her other half. 

She didn’t just wait, though. She helps Dan out with the grandkids, and sometimes the grown-up kids too. She volunteers a lot. She gives back to the Columbia community, and all around the world. She travels to places she’s never been, places that remind her of Renee, but are void of painful memories. She empties their bucket list, and much more. The last thing Allison has yet to do, the only thing left to do, is mending her relationship with her parents. Or parent. Singular. In spite of everything, including the death of her husband, Francesca Reynolds was still standing strong at the head of the Reynolds empire. 100 years old was nothing when you lived in spite. 

In a twisted way, Allison believed that maybe her mother was the last piece she needed to mend before she was allowed to go. That despite being gone for years, Renee was still there somewhere, looking out for her and making sure she didn’t have any regrets. 

So Allison accomplished the unthinkable, the unimaginable, the impossible. For the first time in decades, she flew back to the Reynolds estate and spoke to her mother. In person. 

It was not the emotional reunion Renee might have hoped for, but it was a reunion still. That was more than enough for Allison. They didn’t talk about the big things. The important things. But they talked. They talked. And they scheduled another talk. 

Back home with Dan, Allison embraced her friend and let the tears fall. She was grateful for her friend, but both of them knew that these were not the arms Allison wished to be held in. She went to rest a bit before dinner, and she tried to imagine how it would feel like to have Renee hold her again.

For someone as loud, as present and as strong as she was, Allison Walker slipped quietly from time. 

When Dan found her, she could only smile tearfully. She played with her hair one last time as she called her Foxes.

Allison left Dan in charge of her finances, and so she took over her charity duties and went above and beyond to honor her friend’s memory. Her sister.

Dan thought she would be next. She wished, she hoped, she prayed to be next.

She wasn’t.

Kevin was.

He might have been the biggest and hardest loss to weather. It wasn’t a feeling that could be explained. As painful as it had been to lose Renee, and Matt, and Nicky, and Allison, losing Kevin was... the great and terrible 10, as they’d say.

Kevin should have died way sooner. His liver should have given out because of all the alcohol it had endured in Kevin’s youth. His heart should have given out because of all the stress it had faced for most of Kevin’s life. All the bad things that could happen with old age should have happened to Kevin, but they didn’t. They didn’t. 

Death came knocking one day, and politely asked him if he would please follow them, and Kevin simply took it as a sign that his time was up.

That day, Kevin had felt a numbing pain in his chest all morning long. Used to little injuries here and there, he hadn’t thought anything of it. And he certainly wasn’t about to worry his doctor of a husband... 

However, as the sun reached it’s highest in the sky, Kevin couldn’t really hide his pain any longer. He had lain down on their couch for a bit, but he couldn’t seem to get back up. It was too exhausting. So he called for Aaron, as loud as he could in the state he was. 

As Aaron stumbled into the living room, Kevin tried to use his softest voice to inform his husband of the situation. Aaron immediately called an ambulance, and when the vehicle took them both away, he reached for his phone again to make, once again, a terrible call to their Foxes. But through his oxygen mask, Kevin reached out to grap his wrist and whispered, with difficulty, just Neil... just Andrew...

Because here’s the thing: Kevin loved his Foxes, and his Foxes loved him back. Immensely. 

He loved them so much he had married one, with another one of them as best man (Neil), another as his husband’s (Andrew), and yet another one as their celebrant (Renee). 

They loved him so much that it was only short of worship by a hair or two. And Kevin knew that. He loved Dan like a sister. And by extension, he loved Erik like a brother, too. And he loved all the Foxes’ children and grandchildren like his own, despite never being a parent himself. 

But Neil and Andrew... There were no words for what they were to him. He knew that he wouldn’t have to talk them through it. He knew they would be the only ones strong enough and close enough to hold Aaron up in case it all turned to shit the moment he passed the hospital doors. 

And being the History nerd he had always been, Kevin had written letters, a long time ago. To his Foxes. Most of them had left before him, and so he could never give them their letters, but Dan, and Erik for Nicky, could still have those letters. Kevin poured everything into these letters. It had taken him years, ever since Renee’s departure. He wrote, and threw away, and started again, until he got it right. Nine letters, for his nine Foxes. Andrew knew about it. He’d give Nicky’s and the upperclassmen’s to Dan and Erik, and they’d understand. Kevin didn’t want them to be there, at the very end of it all. He just wanted Aaron. And Neil. And Andrew.

Those three had letters waiting for them, too. Andrew would hand them over a month later. But he would never open his.

Andrew and Neil arrived just before 1 PM. Kevin was hooked on all sorts of IVs and still had the oxygen mask on. His heart monitor was beeping very, very slowly, erratically. He was still Kevin Day in all his gloriousness, but he was much more Kevin, their beloved Kevin.

On one side of the hospital bed, Aaron never let go of Kevin’s hand. On the other side, Kevin removed the mask and weakly motioned for Neil to take the other hand. But Neil was stunned. Frozen. So Andrew came up behind him, and held Kevin’s hand. 

It would be the first, and the last time.

Just as Neil finally sprung into action and went to put a hand on Kevin’s shoulder, feeling his wiry muscles and his fragile bones underneath the hospital gown, Kevin closed his eyes. 

The heart monitor began flatlining.

Neil looked at the monitor, then to Kevin. He looked at Andrew, then back at Kevin, and then at Aaron. His eyes couldn’t stay focused on one thing. He was still hoping. He was still refusing.

Aaron lowered his head. Kissed Kevin’s hand.

Andrew held on tighter to Kevin’s other hand. Gripped the back of Neil’s neck.

Kevin took Death’s hand, which felt a lot like Aaron’s, and Andrew’s, and Renee’s, and walked away.

Aaron unplugged the monitor. And called it.

Time of death: 13:01.

It took exaclty one month, day for day, for Aaron to leave as well. They called it the Broken Heart Syndrome. On the surface, Aaron had held it together. But Andrew knew. He saw. That he was losing him as well. 

Some could say that, by handing over Kevin’s letter, Andrew killed his brother. But those who would say that didn’t even begin to understand the complexity of the bond between twin brothers. Especially not the Minyards. 

Because what Andrew really did, with that letter, was gifting Aaron with relief.

Peace. Quiet. 

Love. 

Aaron could exhale, now. He would see Kevin soon, now.

And so in the same room, in the same bed as his husband’s, Aaron Minyard forced Death’s hand and demanded to see Kevin again.

And then there were three.

Dan lived for so long that she started to fear outliving her children. She felt old, so old. In her head and in her heart. She did not believe in a God, but she often found herself praying to someone, anyone. She did not believe in angels and demons, but she often wondered how long they would keep her from Death.

So she waited. For the days to go and the nights to pass. She barely ate anymore. She barely moved. She was only feeling okay when she slept outside, in her chair in the backyard, the sun shinning on her beautiful face. She could sleep for hours there, surrounded by her lively garden. The wind swayed her skirts, the trees whispered in her ears. It was okay.

And at the same time, it wasn’t. 

She was tired. She was lonely. Even Erik, a couple of years ago, had gone to rejoin his husband. Neil visited her at least once a week, but he still had Andrew. He couldn’t understand, nor could he stay away from him for too long. He would miss him too much.

Every year she celebrated another birthday, and every year she blew her candles wishing they were her last.

And at last, her wish came true.

Dan was expecting one of her kids to come by in the afternoon. The Carolina sun was shinning quite hard on her, so she had placed her chair in way that let the sunlight hit the back of her head, turned away completely from her house. Her daughter knew exactly where to find her when she arrived, and so she didn’t wait for a response to her presence before making her way down into the garden. She had called her mother multiple times, and had assumed she was sleeping when she hadn’t answered.

Dan was not sleeping.

Dan Wilds had left this world, the sunlight pouring down on her like the radiant goddess that she was.

Being one of the last Foxes, it took a day before Neil and Andrew got the news of her death. They don’t get involved in the funeral preparations, but they show up. And that’s enough. 

People don’t really bother them anymore, so they can bid farewell to their Captain in relative peace. They come by Dan’s house aftwerwards, too, and help her kids out with everything. Yes, even Andrew. 

Dan’s death makes them reflect the most.

About the Foxes. About each of their departures. How they all lived a good and long life. How they all died a good and quiet death. 

They think about how they were always the ones nearing death, always fighting to stay alive. About how they died a million deaths before the age of 18.

They think about how they are the last ones standing, even after everything. 

They survived. They lived. 

(They loved)

Neil and Andrew should not have gotten this far. They should not have lived this long. They shouldn’t have. But somehow, somewhere above, someone has watched over them and made sure that they didn’t get the ending they should’ve had, but the ending they deserved.

Neil and Andrew don’t really want to die. They don’t really want to live on either. But they take every day that they are given, to be with each other, to mend their hearts still, to breathe. 

They take every breath they can.

They wonder who will leave first. Who will have to say goodbye and stay behind, who will have to wait. 

It’s a fear neither of them had ever thought they’d have. Not like that.

And it’s only a matter of time before they get their answer. They are, after all, getting very old. It is both a blessing and a curse.

After decades of partnership, Neil and Andrew still go to bed the same way they did when they were eighteen. Both facing each other, their hands joined in the middle, their nose a breath apart.

After decades of peace, Neil and Andrew still wake from sleep at the slightest abnormality.

Which is why the minute Neil Josten gives out his last breath, Andrew awakes.

Neil’s hand in his is still warm and his skin is still soft. His hair, although completely white for quite some years now, still have that bronze glow to them. They’re still curly, and soft to the touch. Andrew passes a hand through them before resting it on the back of Neil’s neck. 

He looks at Neil like it’s the first time, tries to memorize every detail of his beautiful face. He rubs circle in his skin, and takes in everything that was, that is Neil. His husband. His junkie. His rabbit. His pipedream. His lover. His love.

Andrew doesn’t move from their bed. 

When he has finally spoken everything that he feels to Neil, from the safety of his mind, Andrew moves closer to him so their foreheads touch and noses align. He takes Neil’s lifeless hand again, and kisses it. He sets their hands back down, between the two of them, and looks at Neil one last time.

And slowly, Andrew Minyard closes his eyes, forever.

#all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #aaron minyard #kevin day #renee walker #allison reynolds #dan wilds #matt boyd #nicky hemmick #erik klose #aftg #aftg fic #tfc #trk #tkm #the foxhole court #the raven king #the king's men #andreil #kevaaron #renison #danmatt #dan x matt #nicky x erik #death of heroes #major character death #david wymack #betsy dobson #abby winfield

[crazy-fangirl2524]

Motorcycle

An off hand comment from Neil ended up with him getting a motorcycle from all the foxes as his birthday present on March 31

Neil was shocked as always, he could never get use to celebrating his birthday much less receiving a present this big

“Try it Neil,” Matt said excitedly, bouncing on the balls of his feet

Neil’s expression blanked for just a second, all the foxes missed it except for Andrew

“Tomorrow, I’m tired,” Neil smiled, the smile is genuine but tense

Nicky and Allison protested but renee ushered them and soon they all left the birthday boy alone

All of them went back into the girl’s room to tidy up after their so called party which was just ordering Neil’s favourite food and putting on some movie as background noise

Neil left a few moments later, thanking his friends for the night and gift before going up onto the roof. Andrew wasn’t far behind

Neil lit up a cigarette and passed one to Andrew, before lighting another one for himself. He inhaled deeply, as if to ingrained the smell of the smoke into his memory, as if he could ever forget the smell of his mother’s burning body

They sat in silence for a long time, the fox tower eventually quieted down as athletes retired for the night

“My mother taught me how to ride a motorcycle before she taught me how to drive a car” Neil said, Andrew didn’t react except turning his stare on neil’s silhouette

“A motorcycle is faster and easier to disappear, being able to drive through crooks and nannies and alleyways”

“Of course driving a car is safer but a motorcycle is sometimes easier to find and weave through traffics”

“I haven’t been on one since she died” Neil said quietly, lost in his memories

Andrew got up and Neil barely noticed until Andrew said, “I’ve never been on one before”

Neil looked at Andrew’s disappearing silhouette and followed him wordlessly

Neil found Andrew beside the motorcycle and Andrew handed him the key

Neil stared at the key in his hand

“It’s just a key” Andrew said

Neil shot him a fleeting smile

“You know it’s not”

Andrew gestured impatiently for Neil to get on

Neil finally got on and Andrew got on behind him, wrapping his arms loosely around his waist

“You can hold on tighter”

Andrew squeezed his waist in retaliation

Neil let out a small laugh, then he put the key into the ignition and they sailed into the night

They started off slow, as Neil was out of practice, until Andrew was grumping for Neil to speed up or he could just be walking besides him

Neil sped up, and then it was like flying but without the height. Neil’s curls hitting Andrew’s face but all andrew could feel is the rush of the wind and the weightless feeling, with only Neil tethering him

Neil almost got lost in his memories of his mother and the run and chase. But Andrew’s tight arms around him was a grounding weight that kept him in the present

They hit a highway, driving to nowhere, the dead silence of the night broke by the motorcycle and Neil’s laughter. Neil had forgotten the joy of riding a motorcycle. It could never compete with a car even with the windows down. Riding a motorcycle is soaring on the road with no restrictions, it is running and running from his father’s men who is try-

Andrew squeezed his waist again and all Neil could feel is Andrew’s body heat, enveloping him. Even with the wind rushing he could always smell Andrew’s cologne and cigarettes

They drove on and on, after who knows how long they finally went back to the fox tower

Andrew got off, shaking his legs and lighting another cigarette. Neil took in his wind swept hair, the moon shining on his pale hair giving it a ghostly light, the smoke curling-

“Staring”

“Thank you” Neil smiled, he held his hand out to Andrew, who stared at him for a moment before signing and gave his hand to Neil who laced their fingers together

The next day, Neil drove Matt, Nicky, Dan, and Allison on his new motorcycle and they gushed about how cool it was and that “Kevin and renee must try too” and “if my future boyfriend don’t have a motorcycle then I’m breaking up”

Renee got on once Neil said it was okay and a very reluctant Kevin tried too

Since then whenever Neil had the itch to run or when the past was too close, Neil would ride his motorcycle with Andrew grounding him and reminding him that he wasn’t alone anymore

Or just whenever they felt like tearing through the night with the wind hitting them and needed to be reminded of the freedom they fought so hard for

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