#if she ever comes back im refusing her service and she can get the hell outta my bar :)

[purge-that-urge-rhackathon]

Heya purge! I saw in one of your tags that you’d been consuming fic for around 20 years! That’s like my whole life. Mind telling us how things have changed? I’m sure places like ao3 have changed things a lot. I’m just really curious in fandom and fanfic culture! :3 x

Ao3 is a fucking godsend let me tell you. I won’t make a lot of the same points and stuff that fannish history folks have already documented (how it literally changed, and all the fic we’ve lost that isn’t backed up on floppy disk somewhere… I’d say we’ve lost an equivalent to the digital burning of alexandria honestly) but i can tell you my experience :3

I’ll stick it under a cut cuz i kind of rambled… but i had fun doing so ahahha xD sorry you unleashed the tiger from the cage xD

We all make jokes about ‘being there’ when stuff in fandom history happened, but i’ve been around since all the major purges (LOL my name is so fitting in retrospect ahahha). ff.net’s various purges (and the whole anne rice suing fanfic writers and shit… i never DID agree to their new terms of service haha), geocities sites going down, obviously the more recent shit too, but like I’ve been around even for the creations of certain, older fanfic sites too (one of the oldest slash forums for lord of the rings fics for example… I was there, Gandalf LOLOL!!… and now that i check the date on that i feel old as balls thanks anon xDDD and wow my one fic is still up there PFFFFT) but like, I come from an era where you took your floppy disk and copy/pasted shit from online (once it even loaded) for later reading, and also so you could find it again, because also before ff.net it was hard to find stuff. I’m pre-google ya’ll xD You dont UNDERSTAND the horrors of trying to find anything pre-google. Ya’ll have it so fucking good D:

There was never an abundance of content like there is today, and so you can bet your shit we were grateful as fuck for what was out there, let alone for someone with a decent command of writing and storytelling. Everyone commented on everything (once that was something even implemented… it was email lists before that, and comments sent in that way… i still have my e-mailed comments from fic readers haha), and it was (and still is, in my honest opinion because people entitled as FUCK now) one of the GREATEST faux paus you could do to be reading a fic (esp. multi-chaptered) and not comment. The indignity of not giving back a little (and it still is a little, which is why i get so damn fired up on this subject) for aaaaaaaall the words and story and everything you just read was a serious sin against fanfic writers. I still think its seriously fucked up not to comment (and again, i’ve mentioned that if you dont got the spoons, thats obviously different) but like, the entitlement that runs rampant today did not even exist back then. Yeah, you still had the assholes whose comment would literally consist only of “where’s the rest?” with ZERO actual thanks or input while expecting/thinking they deserve more (and THEN you could remove chapters or stories, cuz god giveth and damn does she taketh away xD), but it wasn’t nearly as prolific as it is today.

The commenting culture today and the backlash against writers wanting comments on their work in return for providing said free content makes me mad enough to wanna curb stomp some people. I’m a bartender, I don’t put up with shit HAHA xD But the entitlement especially now and people who act like writers are being uppity for wanting a small return on their craft are disgusting. Same type of entitlement as art thieves (we all know the type). We didn’t put up with that shit back then. People acting like little bitches wanting free stuff for literally nothing? We’d pull the whole fic. And the community would handle it and it usually turned into a teaching moment about how damn important it is to comment and just how much freaking control writers DO have over their media. We’d pull it from public view unless amends were made (whether that be a private note from someone entitled finally paying their fucking due with proper humility, or reaching a comment count when you had hundreds of people reading but not commenting). Damn i miss taking away fic xD We played hardball back then xD

That was the fucking worst and people were rightfully denied access to fic if hits didn’t coincide with comments. You could publish a chapter and then decide to remove it from view (either for editing, or hostage taking for comments…. which i miss dearly AHAHAH it forced people to learn to be proper commenters and interact with those whose media they were consuming). It’s a big part of what I miss because just like a proper community, people kept each other in check and made sure everyone played nice. You enjoyed a fic? You sure as hell let that writer know. Now though…. the entitlement drives me up the fucking absolute walls and makes me wanna put stuff behind a paywall sometimes…. everyone is lucky im lazy as shit tho AHAHAH and im usually fine after venting xD

But yeah, fanfic culture in general has shifted in a major way to constantly consume and NEVER give back, either in comments, or creating new content yourself to also add to the community (for example as i’m sure we’re all aware, like ALL the people who bitch about certain ships or ‘why ship this when you can ship THIS?’…. Like, instead of bitching that ‘WAH WAH this author doesnt WRITE the ship I LIKE why can’t they write THAT??’ people came up with the radical idea of CREATING the content they wanted to see :| And if weren’t that good of a writer/artist to do so? Well then you SUPPORTED the writers/artists you enjoyed by leaving comments on their shit OR getting a commission… Goddamn i remember when even ‘commissioning’ people was a wild concept… Ya’ll dont know ahahah xD

I do believe that this is a huge source of where Anti-shipper behavior has stemmed from; entitlement gone berserk. And public schools and shit are still largely full of my parents’ generation who were not computer-literate either in function or courtesy, so even as internet social skills are not being taught correctly (or safety; they scared the SHIT out of us back in the day and now everyone has all their shit and pictures online haha) so there’s also a huge disconnect socially which i think has impacted online fandom spaces and what is considered acceptable or not. People also turn into fucking swine when they think they’re anonymous online (and boy do they change their tune fucking quickly when you out them) and i think the whole anonymity thing is also a factor of this whole entitlement issue in fandom spaces; making demands without giving ANYTHING back. Like I’ve mentioned in the past, I don’t put up with that shit, and it’s not a coincidence I was going to work for the CIA after I just left Japan about 3yrs back (thank fuck I didn’t cuz FUUUUCK this administration) cuz people are dumb as shit and basic tracking skills to call someone out on their bullshit has been my bread and butter since i was like 12 haha. You act dishonest and entitled, and it’s gonna come back to you in some shape or form. You’re going to reap what you sow. That was the motto back then and I still believe in it today.

Hell, it has shocked the FUCK out of me the few times i’ve had people tell me ‘omg me and my friend were talking about your latest update!’ and i’m just like O_O????? because also back in the day, ‘fanfiction’ was kind of a taboo word. You never said you were into fanfic in mixed company. You more or less NEVER discussed it publicly (I’m not even talking dirty stuff, just normal, sfw fanfiction) because it primarily existed only online (for me; i’m post-fan magazines but pre-internet fanfic sites LOLOL). Hell, I got my college english professor into fanfiction. She didn’t even know what it was, let alone that something like that existed, and I had to explain it to her my first year of college kind of with a red face xD She was a writing-professor too so like, let that date the culture a bit. Like, if that was literally her major field of expertise and she didn’t know about it, that should tell you how not-mainstream fanfic was.

I’m kind of out of touch with that myself. Do kids (ya’ll are kids to me okay? xD) mention fanfiction as a reading/entertainment medium in normal conversation? Like, you could mention, without getting weird looks, ‘oh i enjoy reading fanfiction’ or (and i’m like internally gasping at the idea here) being able to say ‘yeah i enjoy writing fanfiction’? Is that a thing? I sure as hell don’t tell my peers that I write fanfic, let alone that i’m approaching 1million words for borderlands stuff alone AHAHAH It’s STILL taboo and seen as a lesser writing medium to folks my age. If you weren’t in a ‘geek’ circle (and i mean, i had friends who played D&D at lunch, and one friend who we mentioned fanfic together with) then culturally, as an art form, it wasn’t acceptable to discuss. Like, i’m STILL in that mindset that fanfic is not something to be discussed off the internet with people and it makes me very very uncomfortable to do so unless i know 100% I can speak discretely with someone. That’s what the offline culture was. I know its way different in some respects, like me and my youngest sister are 10yrs apart and her experiences with fandom are wildly different, but the idea of people actually talking about someone’s fic together with friends absolutely blows my fucking mind.

So, it’s changed in good ways too xD I just fucking HATE people who think they’re entitled to never comment or give back to the community sooooo i tend to get stuck on that issue, ESPECIALLY, again, as a writer approaching 1million words. *salute* doing my duty to the fandom community LOLOL or polluting the fandom community if you’re an anti AHAHAH antis can suck my entire ass and i’ll go on to put another million words of what they HATE into the world and they cant stop me ;3 spite is a fabulous motivator xD

The tools back then were a lot more crude, abilities and functionality was limited (but also better in some ways; moving fic to the ‘backroom’ so to speak), and even finding stuff was hard and relied on the hushed whispers of friends, but damn the community was better. So much better. So much more positive and accountability made people decent. So like, I do LOVE a lot of what we have now, but we have lost SO much. Both in terms of content and sense of community. I wish people would put more positivity into the content they’re consuming and lift up others. It’s why i try my damnedest to leave commenting tags on EVERY SINGLE THING i ever reblog here, because i *know* firsthand how much it means. To scream your art into the silence and only get the equivalent of stares back is maddening.

So yeah. Stuff has changed. Capitalism and censorship are running especially rampant hand-in-hand right now, and lord forbid we come full circle where there are no more places for us. I mean, if we have to go back to email lists, hell I’m already ready and an old veteran to that system anyhow. I’d miss all the content we all have access to…. but then there’s also that 90% commenting rate you get with that kind of system so HEEEEEY let it all fall down! bahahah xD

#poisonjack answers #sorry i got REALLY rambly xD if uh... it's not exactly what you were interested in #i DO have resources to provide like timeline wipeouts of stuff from fandom eras that are lost to the ages now :( #this is my firsthand view of how the past 20 years or so has gone hahah its aaaaall downhill #ya know what? as someone who has put so many fucking fics into the world i think i DO have a right to bitch xD AHAHAH <3 #also some bitchass lady who was 'waiting FOREVER' (forever here being defined as 3minutes) to get her miller lite at my bar has put me in a #MAJOR mood. total bitch. And my manager also told her off AHAHHA but i still can't BELIEVE her entitlement #i'd remember her face but then she was generic for angry old (old in MY definition... she was 60ish haha) white lady and they all look alike #LOLOLOL #if she ever comes back im refusing her service and she can get the hell outta my bar :) #it has been a DAY folks. a tiring ass day

[the-mighty-jellybean]

Crown of Thorns

“What will I be when I grow up, Lady Mother?” Y/N asked, the bed sheets wrapped high under her chin, arms clutching her knees.          

“You will be Queen, my darling,” she cupped her face, and she leaned into her touch, “and a warrior.”

Series Summary: After the need for their alliance during the Battle of Titan, King Stephen asked in return for his services, that King Anthony of the Iron Islands’, first born daughter would be given in marriage, to his sons, Prince Steven and Prince James of the Kingdom of Kamar-Taj. Despite King Anthony’s other offers, King Stephen would only agree to one, or there would be war between their two Kingdoms. Leaving King Anthony with no choice, he sacrificed his first born daughter, in hopes of sparing his people of anymore suffering. Anthony prayed that the men would care for his daughter, and love her as he did, but a sparkly crown can hide a thousand secrets.  

Pairing: Prince!Steve x Princess!Reader x Prince!Bucky

Series Warnings: Strong Language, Violence, Angst, Fluff (There will be some fluffy stuff I promise, I can't resist), Smut: This series will include some aspects of Dub-con/Non-con: Steve and Bucky aren't going to be Prince Charmings. More Warnings will be posted on Chapters.

Masterlist

Part Five: Pit of Despair 

Chapter Warnings: Scenes of a Sexual Nature 

Word Count: 3.6k

For five days, Y/N had been looking out of her bedroom window, in the Kamar-Taj castle. Five days she had spent locked away in her room, gazing at her old life, through the heavy fog, and deep ocean. Her heart strings were pulled and strained, every time she envisioned Peter’s face, as they dragged him away to the dungeon.

Wanda and Maria had tried to coax her from her hiding place, but she refused, choosing to resume staring out at the wasteland. Her hands clasped tightly, around the cool metal of the dagger, that Peter had gifted to her, before his untimely imprisonment.

Y/N had begged King Stephen for her to be allowed to visit, her closest friend, but she had been denied. Her thoughts turned to grovelling to the Princes, but she knew that Peter would rather Hell freeze over, than her to subject herself to that, on his behalf.

On her sixth day, of her self-confinment, a knock broke her gaze, and she turned to the heavy wooded door.

“Who is it?” she called, her voice sounding sticky and chapped, after spending so long in silence.

“Prince Steve and Prince James, please, we would like to see you.” The voice was deep, yet it was gentle, pausing for a moment, Y/N stood from her window ledged seat, trapsing across the stone floor, to slide the bolt across, with a heavy clunk.

“Come in.”

Hurriedly stepping away, she made sure that there was a large table, and a few chairs distance from her and the approaching men. The door swung wide, as the two Princes entered.

Y/N nearly didn’t recognise them, as they weren’t dressed in their usual neatly presented military uniforms, instead; they wore slacks with a simple tunic. For a moment they reminded her of Peter, but Y/N had to stop that thought, thinking of the brown eyed boy made her heartache.

“What can I do for you?” Y/N asked, bitterly, playing with some loose strands on her shawl.

“We’d like to spend some time with you, Lady Y/N.” Steve spoke bluntly, taking a few paces towards her, making Y/N back away slightly.

“Before the wedding, we would like to get to know you.” James tried what Y/N thought, was his best attempt at a smile, but it wasn’t a full one, his lips, barely twitching.

“I’m not currently in the capacity to entertain your companionship.” Y/N replied, glumly, looking away, and back to the window.

“Why? Do you still weep for your lap dog?”

“Buck.” Steve chided, sharply.

Y/N spun around, a fury in her eyes, that almost intimidated the Princes. Almost.

“He wasn’t my lap dog, he was my friend…my best friend, and now he’s sitting in your dungeon, rotting away.” Y/N spat; her fists were clenched at her sides.

“That peasant boy, punched a man of royalty in the face, he’s getting everything he deserves…and more.” James smirked wickedly, which made Y/N’s eyes narrow in confusion.

“What do you mean?” Y/N stepped towards the table that had so far remained as a barrier between the three of them. Y/N gripped the back of the chair, her nails almost denting the wood.

“Didn’t you know?” James’ eyebrows lift, and he drags out one of the chairs so that he could seat himself at the table, “Young Parker will be facing trial for what he did at the party.”

“Trial?” Y/N spoke in shock, “But it was merely a dispute among two drunkenly men.”

“First off, Princess, neither of us were drunk, and secondly, Peter is no man, he is a boy, who likes to play games with men.” Steve, sits next to James, resting back in the chair, as his knees relaxed, spreading his legs dominantly.

“It saddens me to think that your only perception of what a man is, is the Ward?” James teased, Y/N, only further angering her.

“He’s more of a man then you two will ever be.” Y/N hissed, her eyes darted to a paper weight that sat on top of the desk, and for a moment she contemplated throwing it at either one of them, but took a deep breath to conserve herself.

“Just you wait, little Princess, I’ll show you what a real man can do.” James’ voice deepened, making Y/N swallow, but she bit back her trembling lip, pushing off the table in annoyance.

“If you’ve just come here to tease me, then I’d politely ask you to leave.” Y/N crossed her arms.

“And what if we don’t?” Steve shrugged, looking between James and Y/N.

“Then I won’t be so polite in my asking.” Y/N sassed, her eyes flickering to the dagger that lay on the window seat, Steve following her gaze and snorting loudly.

“Oh sweetheart, a little fork won’t scare us. However, I should warn you; don’t make too many threats, or you could be joining, the little boy in his new humble abode.” Steve threatened, with a smile.

“I’d be happy to.” Y/N sneered.

“Well this was lovely; we should do this more often.” James sighed, standing up and brushing his breeches off, “We must be going now Steven, wouldn’t want our little bird getting too flustered. We’ll see you tomorrow, at the trial, Steve and I have front row seats.”

The paperweight looked so inviting, but Y/N was able to swallow her impulse, and just watched the two men leave, Steve casting her one more smirk, before closing the door behind him.

Y/N lifted the paperweight and hurled it at the door, it hit the wood with a loud thud, before it smashed onto the floor. Breathing heavily, Y/N began to pace her room, her mind whirling and spinning, as she tried to think of how she could see Peter.

~~~~

“Goodnight, Princess.” Lady Wanda spoke sadly, blowing out the last few candles in her room, but leaving the one by the bedside burning, at Y/N’s request.

“Night Wanda.” Y/N spoke shortly, Wanda looking down in defeat as she left the room, Maria following glumly behind her.

Once Y/N heard the latch on the door close, she leapt out of bed, and pulled her blue cloak over her white nightdress, tying it tightly round her neck and picking up the candle, that was left burning on the bedside.

Opening the door, she peered along the gloomy corridors, that were scarcely illuminated by the orange glow of the candles. The hallway appeared to be deserted, seizing her chance, Y/N pulled the hood of her cloak over her head, and grabbed the washing basket that lay by the door.

Using her own candle and the ones mounted on the wall, she wandered along the corridor with the candle lighting her way. She reached a series of tunnels that at first had her confused, but quickly she thought back to her tour with Wong, and how he had informed her of all the routes in the castle.

Taking one of the tunnels she was happy to see that she was on the right track to the dungeons. Y/N took a sharp breath in, when two maids appeared to be approaching her, she gripped the washing basket harder, looking to her feet, in hopes of remaining undetected.

The two girls laughed and continued their chattering as they passed by the Princess, completely oblivious to the world around them.

Finally, Y/N reached the big iron door, that led to the dungeon.

Leaving the basket by the door, she grabbed one of the bigger torches, and began to descend down the sloping stone steps, the smell of damp and mould making her turn her nose up.

The smell seemed to only worsen the further she walked, changing from damp to piss and a mixture of blood and faeces. It nearly made Y/N gag, but she held her breath, only occasionally breathing through her tightly shut lips.

The staircase appeared to go on forever, Y/N’s footsteps echoing, quietly, as she kept walking down the spiral stone.

Finally, she reached the bottom, the key to the main door, appeared to just be left on the wall next to it. Suspiciously, Y/N grabbed the key, and unlocked the bared door, it swung open with a creak, which made Y/N cringe, as it echoed into the dark abys.

Clutching her cloak over her body, and the handle of the flame, she walked through the sludge of hay and human mess, as she passed by all of the cells.

Most were empty, but every now and then the light of Y/N’s flame, would catch in the eyes of shivering and jabbering humans. The majority sat in the corner of their cages, rocking slightly from side to side. All looked malnourished and tired, their eyes sunken into their heads, their lips chapped from their minimal diet and refreshment, all pale from the lack of sunlight, although; it was hard to tell what was skin and what was just grime from the awful conditions that these people were forced in.

Eventually, Y/N heard the faint chatter of guards at one of the ends of the prisons, throwing he light to the ground, and watching it dwindle out, she slowly stalked towards the ominous glow of the guards, who sat round a small table playing dice.

“I ‘erd ‘e’s only got till the mornin, then their gonna axe ‘im.” One of the guards spoke in a thick accent, making Y/N strain her ears.

“The Princes, want him gone, apparently he’s been bedding the Princess.” Another chuckled, the others following suit.

“Don’t be stupid, the King wouldn’t allow a ruined girl, be with his precious sons.”

It slowly dawned on Y/N that these men were talking about her, and the boy that they are referring to is Peter.

To the side of her, Y/N saw that there were some gaps in the wall, that led all the way up to the rafters of the dungeons. Untying her cloak, she let it fall to the grimy floor, unbothered in what it might be covered in, and she began to climb her way up the wall.

Stretching, she was able to grab hold of the beam, and pull herself up, so that she could then shuffle along, pass the table of guards, who were too absorbed in talking about her, to notice that the subject of conversation, was currently above their heads.

Managing to make it through the small group, she climbs her way down, finding another collecting of cells, her eyes landing on one in particular. Y/N gasped at the sight.

“Peter?”

Y/N knelt at the bars, as she tried to reach through and brush her fingers over the bruised and bloodied boy’s face.

“Y/N?” Peter croaked, slowly pulling himself up with the help of the bars.

Y/N barely recognised Peter, as he sat up, and the faint lights from behind her, allowed her to see the true extent of Peter’s facial injuries.

“Don’t be afraid, Y/N.” Peter choked, when Y/N hadn’t stopped staring in shock at his wounds. Peter’s eyes were swollen, one of them blackened all the way around, the other tinged blue; his lip was split, a small trail of blood had dried on his chin, which also played host to a greenish brown mark. There were a few lumps on Peter’s forehead; overall it made Y/N sick to look at him.

“Oh, Peter.” Y/N reached through to lightly hold Peter’s face, he winced, but let her fingers settle on his painful skin. Y/N’s eyes welled with both sadness and anger as she thought of who was responsible for this.

“It’s alright, Y/N. It’s not as bad as it looks.” Peter tried to smile, but the action only widening the split in his lip, making it start to bleed again.

“Who did this to you?” Y/N finally managed to muscle out a question.

“The guards.” Peter shrugged simply.

“I must tell the King-“

“No.” Peter grabbed Y/N’s hands, so she was forced to look at his bloody face, “You mustn’t tell the King that you have seen me.”

“But he must know about what has happened to you.”

“He ordered it, Y/N.” Peter spoke sadly, moving out of Y/N’s reach and pressing his back to the wall, “The King ordered it.”

Y/N felt as though she couldn’t breathe, and it wasn’t because of the smell, her lungs felt like they would collapse with shock, as she sunk onto her knees.

“This is all my fault, I must send a hawk to my father, get him to bring us home-“

“You can’t go home, Y/N…and neither will I.” For the first time, in a long while, Y/N saw a genuine flicker of fear in Peter’s big brown eyes.

“What do you mean?” Y/N sat closer to the bars, wishing anything, that she could just hold Peter close and never let go.

“You must marry the Princes, or there will be a war, to end all wars.” Peter frowned, taking your hand through the bars.

“But why can’t you go home?” Y/N tilted her head, Peter squeezing her hand tightly.

“I hear the guards talking. What I did Y/N…it’s treason. You and I both know the penalty for treason.” Y/N’s eyes widened, the tears collecting once again.

“I can’t lose you, Peter.” Y/N choked out, gripping Peter’s hand so tightly, it might as well fall off.

“Hopefully you won’t have to.” Y/N saw the glint of a plan in Peter’s eyes, and she shuffled impossibly closer, just encase people would hear them.

“What have you got planned?”

“A few days ago, Wanda snuck down here to see me, the guards stopped her from actually speaking to me, but she was here long enough to give me this.” Peter passed a small folded piece of parchment through the black bars, Y/N took it and began to unfold it, so she could read the contents, “She says that they’ve sent a hawk to the Vision, he’s going to oversee the trail, Wanda hopes that he might swing it in my favour.”

As Y/N listened to Peter’s explanation, her eyes scanned over the piece of parchment, that had very brief and scribbled down handwriting, informing Peter of a plan.

“Who knows this?” Y/N asked, handing the parchment back.

“Just the Iron Islanders, no one else.” Peter said seriously, stuffing the parchment, back into his pocket.

A sudden clanging made Y/N and Peter jump, and their eyes darted around as they watched nervously for any signs of the guards or people approaching.

“You need to go, if they catch you here, they will skip the trial and just hang us both.” Peter let go of Y/N’s hand and pushed her away slightly. Just before she stood to leave, Y/N grabbed Peter’s hand, and despite the dirt, she kissed the back of it.

“I promise that I won’t let anything happen to you, Peter. I’ll get you out of this.” Peter gave Y/N a small smile, before she left, scurrying back up the wall, and along the rafters, over the tops of the guards.

Y/N rolled her eyes, when she saw that the guards had fallen asleep. Once she had got to the other side of the guards and climbed down from the rafters, she grabbed her cloak that she had left before. Then by using her sense of touch alone, she felt along the wall through the pitch black, to find her way back to the large door.

She managed to get back to the dungeon door, slamming it closed, cringing at the echoing bang that it elicited. Then she ran up the spiralling stairs, trying to be careful not to lose her footing on the steep and stone stairs.

Reaching the top, Y/N was relieved to see that the laundry basket had remained at the door, and no one had grown suspicious of how it had arrived there.

Y/N looked down at her coat, that was now dirty at the bottom, covered in Gods know what, some of it, having gotten to the bottom of her white night dress, and bare ankles.

Turning her nose up at the smell, she quickly walked back down the tunnel, heading for her room.

Just as she got to the corridor where the doors to her and the Princes’ rooms sat, she stopped, her heart pounding when she heard the latch on Prince Steve’s door unlock, diving behind a corner wall, she edged herself round so she could watch what was happening.

Surprisingly, Steve had come to the door half naked, what appeared to be a bedsheet wrapped around his waist, his toned chest on full display, making Y/N feel things she had never felt before. His hair was tussled around, unlike it’s usual fixed slick back position, this hair style made his fringe hang in front of his eyes. Steve looked flushed in the face, and his lips appeared red and swollen looking.

Strangely, Steve looked down both sides of the corridor, Y/N hiding herself, when he looked her way, but she appeared undetected when he beckoned for someone within his room to come forward.

Y/N watch in both horror, and surprisingly, anger, as a thinly built, blonde woman scuttled from the dark. She was almost as naked as Steve, her dress was dishevelled and not tied up at the seams, her hair equally a mess, her skin just as flushed. The bare flesh of her back on full display as she turned around to kiss Steve on the lips harshly.

Y/N couldn’t understand the slight pit of jealousy that appeared to bubble within her lower abdomen, as she watched the two make out for a few more minutes, then Steve slapped the girl on her behind, and sent her on her way.

Controlling her breathing Y/N waited for the sound of Steve’s door to shut, followed by the heavy clunk of the lock, before she hurried back into her room. Quietly closing the door behind her, she ripped her cloak off from around her neck, throwing it into the laundry basket, that she had chucked at the side of the door.

Why was she angry, she had no reason to be. She didn’t love Steve, why should she care, whom he was bedding. As long as he wasn’t forcing her own hand, why would she care, it kept that thought out of his mind.

Y/N’s breathing was still heavy, even when she was stripping off her ruined night dress, and pulling on a fresh one, she hadn’t quite calmed down.

Only when Y/N was sat on the bed, she noticed an odd noise coming from the opposite wall.

It was persistent and regular.

Y/N tilted her head, as she stared at the wall for a few more minutes, then stood up from the bed, and reached for the door handle, that would lead to Prince James’ room. She found it unlocked, which made the air in her chest get trapped.

Had he come in whilst she had been with Peter?

Turning the handle slowly, so that there was minimal noise, the sound of cogs and spindles twisting as they attached and reattached, grinding against rusted parts, eventually leading to the door opening.

Y/N edged it open, so that only a slither of the light from her bedroom would cast through the crack.

Oh how Y/N wished she had just blown out the candle and gone to bed. She wished to scorn the images out of her mind forever, when her eyes eventually landed on the scene taking place on James’ bed.

Unlike Steve, he was completely nude, the skin of his behind glowing in the moonlight.

James was covered in a thin layer of sweat, as he panted, whilst thrusting his hips. Each thrust of his hips, would cause the headboard of his bed to crack against the wall, therefore revealing to Y/N what the noise had been.

James was groaning, however; he wasn’t the only noise that Y/N could hear. There was a higher pitched moan, that would tumble in every few seconds. Y/N watched as James reached forwards to grab at the poor girl, he was bedding’s hair, and yank her up so her back was arched.

The shade of hair that was twisted in his fingers was a deep chestnut red, almost looked like James had dried blood on the palm of his hand. Y/N couldn’t stop watching as the couple grinded and moaned around each other, it made Y/N jump ever time James would bring his hand down on the girl’s behind. The slap seemed to dance round the room, the girl’s moans getting louder every time.

Y/N realised what she was doing, she shook her head, backing out of the room, her head spinning with all the images that had just been placed in her innocent little head.

Then her mind started to twist things; it started with Y/N imagining Steve doing the same things to the woman she saw leaving his room. But then it got darker as Y/N’s head morphed onto hers, and her stomach glowed as she felt her flower tingle with excitement, the idea of Steve and James doing such dirty things to her, had her mind racing uncontrollably.

Y/N couldn’t sleep at all, it was like she had an itch that she didn’t know how to scratch, and it made her pine for touch, she didn’t know who from, or what she wanted that mystery person to do to her, but she wanted it.

She wanted it badly.

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[neverdoingmuch]

I’m here for the ‘swords not as pets’ agenda. Swords as cars: solid, get you from place to place, potentially dangerous, customizable, something people name. Wwx losing his license taking the fall for a mistake jc made (idk, dui maybe?) and just choosing to mod the hell out of a self-balancing scooter or segway or something so it goes dangerously fast. Alternatively: spending 3 months inventing the first functional actual levitating hoverboard, with an insane top speed. 3 months in the (1/2)

sawdfert this is delightful!! i saw segway and i immediately started wheezing,, there was no time for laughing i went straight to the wheezing. i think it would make more sense if wwx lost his car and got a motorcycle? like hoverboards and segways are cool but motorcycles have that big reputation of being dangerous and there’s the whole ‘rebellious teen gets a motorcycle and becomes a delinquent’ thing? like motorcycles are fast and if you crash it’s so much worse than if you were in a car and there’s no airbags or anything. but also?? wwx rocking up to school on a segway while playing his flute like the shittiest entrance ever? iconic. but let’s stick with chenqing as a motorcycle/scooter (motorcycle-esque scooter not the ones that try and take out your ankles).

okay so all the major sects are super rich so in a modern au it would make sense for all the sect heirs to get cars. i’m not saying that jc and wwx complain about jzx being stuck-up bc he was given a porsche for his birthday even though they were also given cars for their birthdays,,, but i am. at first it would have been this major point of contention between yzy and jfm bc wwx isn’t even their son so why is he getting a car too but wwx is like ah it’s so i can drive jc and jyl to school! you wouldn’t want their cars being left outside the school all day would you? someone in my maths class had their car get keyed and it was super expensive to fix,, and yzy is like yes wwx may have a car only to protect my children from parking hassles,, also wwx must pay for his own parking. so wwx and jc both get given cars for their bdays.

now wwx gets bored easily,, so you could translate him being a cultivation genius to him being really good at driving. im talking that jc is still getting the hang of switching gears and wwx is out there casually drifting around corners. (this does mean he has to get new tyres really frequently but he’s friends with wen ning, whose family runs the mechanics that wwx likes to go to so he just helps around the shop for a bit and gets a discount (yes its the family discount)). anyway wwx really enjoys driving, also! he just rocks up to wen ning’s place one day and is like dude, i wanna pimp my ride, wanna help and wen ning is like heck yeah. so wwx pays for some upgrades with his own money and he spends hours doing some custom work to make it look cool,,

it’s all going well until wwx and jc go to wen chao’s party one night and jc gets absolutely sloshed,,, like completely hammered. wwx had walked in, grabbed a cup of lemonade or something and was gonna hang with his friends but lwj was there for some reason so he spent the entire night talking to him in the back garden. which means that when jc wanted to leave he saw wwx hanging out with lwj and went ew gross and just decided to drive home himself. he crashes and when wwx comes home the next day jc gets super pissed at him bc he was meant to be the designated driver and if he hadnt been screwing around with lwj jc wouldnt have tried to drive home and now his parents will be super pissed and wwx is like woah chill my grandmother is a mechanic and she can fix this up just give me a couple of days. 

so wwx goes to baoshan sanren mechanics (which is just the back entrance to the wen sibling’s mechanics) and spends the next three days getting rid of all of his customisations and mods so his car looks exactly like jc’s. does he cry when he has to spend like five mins spraying the inside of the car with axe body spray to get the jc stench going on? maybe a little. but he does it and returns the car to jc! and jc is like oh wow my car is fixed, your grandma is a miracle worker and wwx is like haha yeah (:

anyway wwx mysteriously and suddenly discovers a passion for public transport,, it’s a good way to stay humble jiang cheng, he says, also i used all my petrol money buying porn from nhs or whatever. anyway wwx is doing the whole pt to school thing but then one afternoon wen chao and wzh find him and idk maybe the party got too rowdy so the cops came and wc got in trouble with his dad? he assumes wwx called the cops on him so he shoves wwx into his car and drives him out to the middle of no where and dumps him in the burial mounds scrap metal recycling place or whatever. 

the train line isn’t running that day and there’s no phone service either so wwx is stuck there overnight. he gets super bored. so what does he do? he finds an abandoned scooter and starts scavenging for parts. he’s not expecting it to actually work but by the time the sun rises he’s found some actually decent parts and he thinks that he could get it working. tbh he kinda forgets to go back home and just walks into town to buy some food and then goes back and continues fiddling with the scooter. he doesnt live there for the three months but the people in yiling just accept that this random teenager has all but moved into their scrap heap and adopt him anyway. so he goes and visits the burial mounds every day after school so none of his friends or family really see him anymore. 

until! one day he rocks up to school on his scooter. scooters,, are kinda like sad pathetic motorcycles,, but wwx mods his scooter with like a powerful engine and new steering and everything so people see it and go oh! a motorcycle! even though it’s not actually (can you do that with a scooter? idk but suspend your disbelief pls). so lwj is like hnnngg wwx in a leather jacket on a motorcycle but also wei ying, stop riding a motorcycle, *enter statistics about motorcycle crashes here* and wwx is like no! you cant take chenqing away from me. and jc is pissed bc they were meant to be brothers and have matching cars and be able to work on them and give them cool paint jobs together! but now wwx has this bike which has been modded to hell and back and refuses to drive his car bc it’s not as cool as his bike. so we get to have the whole ‘everyone thinks wwx is doing something dumb and dangerous’ bc he has a motorcycle and why isnt he just driving his car anymore? but we also get to keep some of the nuance of the demonic cultivation bc yeah it’s more dangerous than driving in a car but wwx doesnt have a car anymore and scooters are a loottt safer than motorcycles (if my two seconds of research is correct).

so! wwx won’t abandon chenqing and he did most of his work using scrap parts so he goes back to the wens and is like wen ning my best bro check her out and he’s like oooooooh and they start modding chenqing together. wen qing doesnt know why wwx is constantly over at their shop all the time but jc keeps arguing with wwx and wwx grows more distant with his family and friends bc he’s making ~bad decisions~ and a motorcycle is a gateway to idk teen delinquent shenanigans like smoking and doing graffiti so he’s kinda ousted from respectable rich people society and wen qing is like i have two (2) brothers now and they’re adorable not that i’ll ever tell them that. and wwx modding chenqing got him a reputation in yiling like everyone saw him walk in one day and then drive out with this sexy sexy bike so people start coming to him for mods and stuff and wwx earns the title yiling patriarch and wen ning, his trusted best friend and helper, gets called the ghost general bc idk he helps a lot but the customers never meet him. so they become some dynamic duo for car and bike mods!

anyway,, yzy delivers him an ultimatum one day: the car or the bike (or more accurately: the family or the bike) but wwx can’t drive the car anymore so he just gets quietly disowned and drops out of school. (we’ll save jzxuan the suffering in this au he can keep his car). he goes to the wens and theyre like hey whats up? wait no you cant live in a scrap heap,, not even if you buy a tent,,, just live with us please. and then wwx gets adopted by the wens and idk i want them to have a happy ending so wwx and wn go off and do some actual mechanic and modding training with some expert (sqdcfgt imagine if it was the real baoshan sanren who just happened to be in the market for some apprentices and saw wwx and wn’s work and was like them and then later realised it was her grandson). so they get their apprenticeship and they disappear off somewhere for a year or two - when wwx had been disowned he’d deleted everyone’s contacts and was like if they text me i’ll add them back but im not gonna have a contact list cemetery. (no one contacts him). 

eventually the 13 years pass and wwx has been helping the wens raise their little nephew a-yuan who is showing a real aptitude for being a mechanic even though he’s just a kid and just generally enjoying the quiet life of being a mechanic while doing fun mods and lil baby projects. then one day lwj’s car breaks down while he’s driving through the area and he calls up the local mechanic and guess who rocks up? it’s wwx. and then we get to have them dance around each other and wwx being like lwj doesnt trust me, he’s just sitting here and watching me work all day ): and lwj is like dont let him go dont let him go dont let him go,, and eventually they get their romance but this is way too long already so im im gonna end this here

i didnt mean to make this an entire au but i adored your idea so much anon so i kinda had to!!

#mdzs #modao zushi #wei wuxian #wangxian #lan wangji #wen ning #wen qing #my aus #asks #cql #the untamed #i might come and add a read more later but i dont have time now sorry! #Anonymous

[llendrinall]

That ask about Ministry Spy Percy, do you think you could write it in the Pov of the British wizarding world please? Im curious how it all goes down.

I’m not sure about British wizarding world but I can tell you it goes down with Bertha Harrendal thinking about murdering Percy Weasley herself.

Not that she is much of a danger. Bertha was never good enough with charms to qualify as an Auror. Instead she entered the Winzegamot Administrative services, one of the many peons needed after the war to put the country back in order, at least the wizarding part. It is gruesome, tiring and necessary work. They can’t afford to make the same mistakes of the past, the people sent to Azkaban without trial, innocent people, while many guilty ones walked free claiming imperius. This time they are doing things right. They owe it to themselves and to the country. They can’t have another war in twenty years. They are going to be better and they are starting now.

Also, bloody Harry Potter, hero extraordinaire, comes every single day to the Wizengamot, every day, even on weekends, to tell them about Sirius Black.

(They are not supposed to work on weekends but they are all coming anyway because the work is immense and it keeps growing, lines and lines of names and heinous acts, people disappeared and murdered and people who did the disappearing and the murdering and it is only them to tell who is who).

Eventually Irene Necker who, legend says, fought a Death Eater with a stapler, snarls at Potter that Sirius Black is dead but the people in her considerable pile of files are not so she will bloody see to them first and isn’t that what Potter wants? To ensure that every file is reviewed, every person given a chance to talk?

It is, and Potter looks adequately taken aback at Irene’s fury and exhaustion. He keeps coming every day because Potter is punishment incarnate, but at least he brings chocolate flapjacks with him. From time to time he has some useful comment like “Malfoy says the Ipswitch attack was Bella Lestrange” or “Malfoy says Gibson is too stupid to be imperiused.” Always Malfoy this and Malfoy that until, finally, he brings with him Malfoy himself, looking insultingly beautiful in his healer’s robe. Malfoy answers all their questions and they even get him to agree to testify under oath and veritaserum once Irene offers him a full tray of flapjacks and Thomas, who hasn’t left the Ministry in three weeks, has a small breakdown that ends with him sobbing on Malfoy’s robe and mumbling incoherently that his hair is very shiny.

There are times when Bertha wants to do like their predecessors, draw a quick line of guilty and not guilty and be done. When she started in the Wizengamot she was horrified by Crouch’s cruel disregard. Now she is horrified by her understanding and almost sympathy. People demand justice and revenge and answers and reparations and none of that can be done quickly. It can’t. Rushing is dangerous.

There are two new newspapers now, in addition to The Prophet and The Quibbler. Even though The Prophet tries to take itself seriously, their reputation is too damaged. The Quibbler was the herald of truth during the war, but it is still The Quibbler. Last week they had an article on wendsing sightings on the Ministry and they all know that was just Rupert leaving the gen’s loo. There is a need for proper reporting, so new media has sprouted. This is good, except for how the journalist are camped by the Winzegamot’s door pestering all of them.

Irene has been wearing the same robes for the last three weeks. They know because someone in The Albion Post pointed it quite rudely. Thomas is working diligently from the nest he has built under his table and refuses to come out. He has a lock of Malfoy’s hair pinned on a drawer. Bertha doesn’t want to know what kind of oddity she has, but she is sure she is not unscathed. She might have chewed half of her wand, she is not sure.

Then on August, 20th, Bertha will remember the day the rest of her life, Potter comes with Granger bringing a clay pot full of silver mist. Dumbledore’s memories, he says. If Malfoy can help them find the guilty, Dumbledore will help them find the innocent.

On Thursday, Anna McAllister notices that most of the innocent (like Black and Snape and Lupin who was under Ministry surveillance for helping Black) are dead. The whole office begins to cry spontaneously and can’t do anything else for the next three hours. The war has ended but not for them. They are living in it every day, going after every atrocious act, every tragedy. At some point Malfoy come around, still in his undeservingly well—fitting healers robe, casting cheering charms and giving them calming potions. Thomas grabs him by the neck of his robes and plants a big sloppy kiss on his mouth. Malfoy’s look of utter, dumbfounded, confusion together with his posh “there, there, man, put yourself together” does wonders for Bertha’s mood.

And then they get to Percy Weasley, loyal collaborator of Thicknesse’s Ministry, suspected Death Eater, BLOODY UNDERCOVER SPY FOR DUMBLEDORE WHAT? Bertha goes all the way to the top floor of the Ministry, goes outside, and screams for a full minute (scaring a couple of pigeons). Then she realizes that she can’t remember when was the last time she was outside, so she goes home walking slowly and blinking at the white sky.

The next day, Anna McAllister tells her that she, Bertha and Thomas have been put in charge of the Weaesley Investigation (it is written like that on the blackboard, with far too many es), and that it is even worse than they thought because apparently Percy Weasley wasn’t just a spy, he was the spy and he was involved in everything. And they are the unfortunate sods that have to make some sense out of it.

Saturday is Percy Weasley came with the idea of Snape assassinating Dumbledore.

Sunday is Percy Weasley side apparating a whole family, including the dog, right when Dolohov was casting a killing curse.

Monday is Percy Weasley contacting the goblin London clan and saving them from being rounded up and killed.

Tuesday is selkie day. Apparently the selkies were very grateful that Percival Weasley had saved two dozens of their kind (when? They can’t find any mention of it) and they offered their services to pass information to the continent.

Wednesday is Percy Weasley telling Dumbledore off for raising Potter for the slaughter. This had nothing to do with any of the open investigations, but they all like to watch it.

Thursday is Percy Weasley finding MacNair, duelling him, disarming him, causing a permanent injury to his right arm, evacuating a family of goblins and then returning to MacNair, blurring his memories and implanting a spying charm on him before sending him back to Voldemort. The spying charm seems to be an adaptation of one of Weasley’s Wizards Wheezes products.

Friday, they have Fred and George Weasley down to ask them about the products, their involvement in the war and their brother Percy. Their presence puts everybody in a good mood. Then they say they don’t know where Percy is, he disappeared right after the Battle of Hogwarts and hadn’t been in touch since then. Thomas grabs George Weasley by the front of his robes and screams “I will eat your face” at the top of his lungs.

Suddenly it’s September and Bertha has not been to her house since the Percy Weasley reveal. She is crying on Rita Skeeter’s lap, saying that if Rita and all her ilk like questions so much they should ask themselves where the bloody hell is bloody Percival Ignatius Weasley, one eighty centimetres, blue eyes, red hair, glasses, no recognizable marks or scars. Please. It is not fair that bloody Rita and Reggy and, sorry, I don’t know your name Magical Times girl, they all keep asking her questions, but Bertha has questions of her own. The Ministry is looking for Percy Weasley in relation to 56 open investigations.

Bertha takes back every unkind thing she had ever said about Harry bloody Potter. Potter comes to them with a tub of ice-cream and the suggestion that perhaps the press could render the Ministry a service by helping them locate war hero Percy Weasley. The world deserves to know Percy’s story, and this is a great chance for people to see how the diligent Wizengamot clerks are working tirelessly in their quest for justice and reparations. He actually says “diligent” and “quest”. He has such a heroic aura that Reggie, from the Albion Post offers to swear an unbreakable vow right there and then to share with Bertha Weasley’s whereabouts and any and all information gathered about him just as soon as it has gone to the press. The others follow suit and Potter says magnanimously that he bears witness and their word is enough for him so they don’t actually swear an Unbreakable Vow.

Thus begins the hunt for Percy Weasley, which is an absolute failure because the power of the press amounts to nothing. They ask and ask and Bertha shares all she knows and every day they print a full page about Percy’s exploits, but they give back nothing.

In early October, George Weasley comes to the Winzengamot and informs them from the door that Percy Weasley is in a Greek island and doesn’t want to be contacted, further inquiries should be directed to Oliver Wood, the one found Percy.

But Oliver Wood is a very successful quidditch player and his coach protects him and the rest of the team like a mother dragon. No one is to bother his delicate players, not even Ministry officials doing official business.

They have to sic Thomas at the coach (“give me answers or I will pluck my own eyes!”) while Anna pretends to ineffectually contain him so Bertha can sneak into the locker room and talk to Oliver Wood.

It is a testament to how tired Bertha is that she doesn’t register that she is in a locker room with four handsome, very handsome, men in different states of undress. She doesn’t care about their chiselled abs. She just wants to find Percy Weasley so he can clarify his involvement in the Eynsham incident.

(Five hundred lives saved that day by their most careful estimations. Five hundred. And neither Thickness nor Voldemort realized a thing).

“I understand you are tired,” Oliver Wood says. Nice man. Seems very supportive. “So is Percy. He needs some rest.”

“I just want to close one file,” Betha begs, sitting on the floor. “We have 78 open investigations and they all involve him.”

She has personally written seventy-eight formal letters requiring Percy’s assistance and testimony. Seventy-eight, like that, 78 looks too short. It’s seventy-eight.

In fact, Bertha has actually written eighty-five letters. There are the seventy-eight formal ones and the seven demented informal letters in which Bertha let out all her frustration and exhaustion in the form of increasingly bizarre threats. It was very therapeutic. It is obvious Weasley is not reading any of them so he doesn’t know about Bertha’s promise to take the Order of Merlin, first class, and personally shove it through one of his orifices. The man has saved over a thousand lives. He shouldn’t have to read that kind of abuse.

“There, there,” says Oliver Wood, patting her on the head. He smells like a summer day.

XXX

On January, Potter drops by the Wizengamot, as always, and Irene screams at him as soon as she sees him, as always, because Potter is awful. As soon as Irene had closed the file on Severus Snape (acquitted of all charges and posthumous Order of Merlin awarded) Potter had coughed and said “So, Regulus Black,” and Irene had come close to achieving what the Dark Lord couldn’t.

Potter comes bearing donuts and some leftovers from Mrs Weasley’s famous fruit cake. He also comes with a present: a piece of one of Mrs Weasley’s tablecloths with a signed account of what happened in the Eynsham incident.

“Ron’s birthday is in March,” Potter says. “I can get you another piece of testimony then. Do share this with the press, will you? There is a dear. I saved this piece of fruit cake just for you.”

It takes Bertha eight years and ten months to close all the files. She hopes the press makes Percy’s life unbearable for just as long.

#asks #percy weasley #verse: percy ministry spy #harry potter #Anonymous

[gwoongi]

(abandoned) it’s late, just stay

john wick / reader genre: sugar daddy au rating: general, mature themes words: 2.4k warnings: sugar daddy relationship, slight john wick 2 spoilers i guess a/n: this 1 is for me. i wrote her in a heat,,,she’s literally not finished. but im adding her to my online portfolio 4 the memories. Also fyi the profile was made before i indulged in seeking arrangements and as a sugar baby i know that ur not allowed to mention 90% of brooklynbaby’s bio in ur bio but who cares man this is fiction and im making it up

At that, she tossed her head back with a laugh and leant forward. “And since when are sugar babies a relationship status?”

Sometimes, John doesn’t really know how he gets himself into awkward situations.

The first few occasions, he figured it was merely a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. While, actually, this always worked out in his favour, John began to notice that it was more frequent that he ended up at a bar with some people he didn’t really know, or being invited to a baby shower as the date of a woman he had never even met before. Granted, John enjoyed company whenever he could get it, and whenever it avoided conflict; however socialism has never been his strongest asset. No, he simply prefers silent gestures or glances across rooms, ‘eye conversations’ where he says hello and nothing else for the remainder of the evening.

“You just need to loosen up a bit,” is what Addy had told him, whilst slipping him a glass of straight Bourbon. It had been a relatively quiet evening in the Continental, and just when John thought he could have five minutes of peace and quiet, Addy has slipped in his line of sight. “You know, go out. Make new friends.”

“You’re my friend,” John replied. He made no room to elaborate on that statement, swallowing the contents of the drink and pushing it back to her with a short nod. She sighed and rolled her eyes, doing her job.

“No, you know what you really need?” He didn’t answer, glancing at her through his hair as she filled his drink and rested her weight on her elbows. Instantly, John didn’t like the feeling in his stomach when Addy raised her eyebrows suggestively, tugging on her bottom lip with newfound excitement: “I think you need to get laid.” 

And when John scoffed with humour, she tried again, “and not like, laid as in you have a one night stand. No- hear me out, John! You should invest in a sugar baby. You know, someone you can spend time with when you’re not doing the dirty work for everybody else. It’s fun, and frisky, and also means you can start spending some of the millions you have stashed somewhere not being used.”

She tutted like a scolding mother, “Selfish boy.” Addy then smiled, “Maybe instead of retirement, what you really need is something to help you unwind.”

John scoffed, gulping back the Bourbon. “I’m married.”

At that, she tossed her head back with a laugh and leant forward. “And since when are sugar babies a relationship status?”

That’s really all the thinking he had done on the subject of John- John fucking Wick- investing in a sugar baby. He simply took it in stride, almost complimented by the assumption that he was attractive and rich enough to have someone leaning on him for money and sex, and stored it away for future thought when he was lost and drunk. John never actually considered the possibility of “putting his bills to good use” until fucking Santino D’Antonio decided to light a bonfire inside his house. Having lost virtually everything related to Helen, he found himself back at the Continental, back to listening to Addy sympathetically give her condolences and five seconds later, introducing him to Seeking Arrangements.

John doesn’t know why he’s doing this, staring at the laptop screen that smiles at him. For circumstances, Addy had loaned him her laptop for the evening he spends at the Continental, and he’s too busy browsing the elaborately made profiles that he barely registers the fact that he is still wearing his suit. He pulls at the cuffs of his blazer and is midway through taking it off when he stumbles across a profile- one of which is oddly amusing- titled brooklynbaby. He racks his mind for the reference but can’t seem to place it.

“A sugar baby suggests that I sleep with them, and as I said,” John had mentioned back in the bar, “I’m married.”

Addy had grabbed his hands and groaned, “Look- you might surprise yourself. And, I’m not suggesting that you throw your wife away for somebody new. I’m just saying you need to...make use of yourself. Honestly, you’re too sexy to be stored away like this. Most sugar babies are dumb and unobservant, they won’t even know who you are.”

brooklynbaby makes an adorably hilarious first impression, and John is hesitant to browse her profile. If he wanted to “make use of himself” by investing all of his personal time into somebody who in truth wanted him for his dick and his bank balance, then it needed to be somebody at least near to his wavelength. Somebody who was smart, but clueless at the same time, and somebody who was the complete opposite of Helen. The last thing he needed on top of a handful of a baby was the guilt of moving on. But still, even when he pinned her tab and returned to scrolling through the profiles, John realised that most sugar babies were simply trolls hidden behind pretty pictures, or girls who wanted money for pleasure and not for need.

He went back to brooklynbaby. Three times. Three times, before he pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering a quiet, “Oh, fuck it,” and favoriting her account, and pressing to send a message.

Even online, John was never great with words. He typed, and backspaced, and typed again, trying to come up with something interesting to make up for the bland profile he made around thirty minutes ago.

From: johnwick So. You like dogs?

If Addy were here, she would have slapped him.

Almost immediately after it sends, John lets out a frustrated noise and tears his gaze away from the screen. Dating just wasn’t like how it was when he met Helen. Why did everything have to be so complicated, and mysterious, and why the hell does he even have to waste his money on somebody when he could be saving this money to eventually, whenever the day comes, retire? John wrestles with the dilemma of deleting the whole account when a notification bell rings through the laptop speakers.

From: brooklynbaby yes, I love dogs!!! :D (typing) do you have a dog?

John breathes a sigh of relief.

From: johnwick Yes. I do.

From: brooklynbaby oh, great. :) (typing)

John’s leg begins to bounce quickly, the table wavering with the glass on top, like an earthquake. Suddenly, brooklynbaby stops typing and John stills. Why did she stop? Did he do something wrong? Honestly, women are so hard to please nowadays.

From: brooklynbaby want to be my sugar daddy?

Never mind.

From: johnwick I would.

From: brooklynbaby cool

Neither him or brooklynbaby says anything for a few moments, and John doesn’t notice. After-all, he is still a working man, busy with life and revenge and trying to stay alive for more than three seconds. When he goes back to the laptop and sees no reply, he frowns.

From: johnwick I am sorry. I really don’t know what I’m doing. What am I supposed to say?

He makes a mental reminder to have words with Addy later.

From: brooklynbaby /(*u*)/ you’re cute we could make dinner reservations and talk over terms if you’d like!!! i say reservations because they’re fancy and if anything goes wrong, we can pretend we’re… business partners? discussing business?

Without even really realising, John finds himself laughing shortly, settling back into the chair. All of this feels weird, as in typing to a stranger he’s planning to spend his money on and occasionally fuck. John quickly revisits her profile and spends four minutes analysing her profile picture. If this is her, then she’s really very beautiful. A steal.

From: johnwick When are you free for dinner?

From: brooklynbaby hmm well i’m dogsitting tomorrow, but i can be free for the day after!!!! is that okay ^_^

From: johnwick That would be fine. [Address] at 7pm, does that work for you?

brooklynbaby pauses.

From: brooklynbaby omg am i gonna have to dress fancy?

From: johnwick Don’t feel pressured. I only own black.

From: brooklynbaby well….guess i’ll bring out like one of my old uni party dresses :( but you have to promise not to judge me!!!

John laughs again. At some point during the evening, he ends up with a planned dinner reservation at one of the most expensive restaurants in Brooklyn, and he’s also 2 grand poorer thanks to the generous donation in brooklynbaby’s bank account for a nice evening outfit.

When John returns the laptop to Addy the following morning, he was admittedly expecting the rant that followed. She had glared at the laptop being handed back over the bar and refused to serve him until he came up with a reasonably valid excuse as to why he wasn’t putting himself out there for a bit of company. John had blinked with an unimpressed look and drummed his fingers.

“I have dinner reservations with someone tomorrow at 7pm. Also- can I have a drink?”

But of course, with work being as tedious as ever and with his whole day being completely ruined by a blood stained shirt and poor room service for the first time in his many years of frequenting the Continental, John didn’t amuse himself with brooklynbaby until he logged onto the site on his phone, and saw that she had messaged thrice during the day. He almost felt guilty, until he saw a string of numbers at the end of the last message. He deemed it less necessary to read her above messages and instead went right to texting.

brooklynbaby ok. so should i just ask for mr john wick when i get to this restaurant??? sorry for so many texts im just kinda nervous

me Yes. I booked under my name and I will be waiting for you when you arrive. Why are you nervous? Didn’t you ask me to be here?

brooklynbaby well if we’re going to be technical then YOU asked me to dinner first :P and im nervous because i have nooo idea who you are send a picture?

John sank into bed.

me Maybe I like the element of surprise.

brooklynbaby seems a lil unfair that you get to see me but i dont get to see you :( ive seen ur dog before you thats saying something

me You could have used any image. If we’re going to be technical, I don’t even know your name, or if that is really you in the image.

John really hadn’t been expecting a full blown nude image at 4:15pm in the afternoon, but he will admit that it was nevertheless what he needed to break some steam. He had arrived at the restaurant twenty minutes earlier than expected, but that’s okay, Mr Wick. Right this way! Now that he was sitting here, at an empty table overlooking Brooklyn and the lights, with an already ordered bottle of wine, John could understand and relate to the first date nerves. He hadn’t felt this way in a long time. Not since-

brooklynbaby uhhh im kind of here like ten minutes early should i wait outside for you :3

He laughs, mostly to himself.

me I’m already up here. I ordered a rosé, is that alright?

brooklynbaby YES IM RUNNING

And, surprising himself also, John had clammed up and reached for his glass. Thankfully, the owner of this restaurant knew John by face and order, because, after-all, this had been his go-to with Helen. These days, he doesn’t have time to go out to new places and eat new things, and so had panicked, and picked a place with sentimental value, and a history of good food. He gulped back his glass of Bourbon and waited until the door at the other side of the room opened meekly, and he tried to appear vacant as the waiter led a woman across the room and towards him.

“Your date, Mr Wick.”

He left curtly and brooklynbaby followed his body as he left, her feet firmly glued to the floor as her head looked back over her shoulder. John took this as an opportunity to look at her body, covered in a beautiful dress he felt proud of paying for. Finally, brooklynbaby looked towards him and paused, observing him and his clearly surprising appearance. John then remembered the gash on his cheekbone and the way he probably looked very off-putting with an unshaven face and long hair, but brooklynbaby smiled softly and raised her brows, beating him to helping her in her chair as she quickly sat down and looked at his glass.

“How did you know I liked beards?”

John didn’t say anything for a moment. “I didn’t.”

brooklynbaby rolled her eyes with a grin. “Of course you didn’t.” She looked up, then, properly taking in his face. John did the same, looking at every feature present and coming to the quick conclusion that yes, she was definitely the woman in the pictures, and yes, she was one of the most gorgeous humans he had ever seen on planet Earth since Helen herself.

“You’re not what I expected,” she said honestly. “But, more than my expectations. I don’t believe I’ve really introduced myself- I’m Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

He tried it out in his head. Y/N. Y/N L.N, Y/N L/N, Y/N Wick-

“John,” he replied and she sniggered and rested her chin in her palms.

“You’re seriously so handsome,” she complimented. “Are you sure you’re not married, or something?”

Her gaze panned to his hands where she noticed the wedding band, and for a moment, she hesitated. John wasn’t ashamed of the ring, nor embarrassed to be seen wearing it. He toyed with it on his finger, looking at her from across the table. “It’s complicated.”

Y/N nodded meekly. “I see.” She cleared her throat, “divorce? Planned divorce? Affair?”

“No, I’m widowed,” he tried out a joke, but she only looked more uncomfortable. Her mouth gaped and she fumbled for words.

“Oh, John, I’m really sorry- no, really, I’m so sorry,” she stumbled, and John watched her carefully across the table. “God, how fucking insensitive. Sorry, I guess that just. Wow, that never really crossed my mind. That sucks, I’m sorry.”

“It’s in the past,” John said, finding finality in that sentence. “I’m trying to move on from it.”

Y/N nodded sympathetically. “No, yeah, wow, I get it. Completely. I...hope I live up to great expectations, then?”

John smiled and looked past her, noticing the waiter rounding the corner with the bottle of rose. “You’re getting there, Miss L/N.”

#imagine if i was good and finished this it would be glorious #john wick #john wick x reader #john wick scenario #john wick imagine #john wick smut #john wick sugar daddy #john wick 2 #unfinished #gwoongi

[beelsnack]

Idk what you’re music taste is, but I’m very much into rock/hard rock/metal music. Im open to anything! Those are just my favorite genres. It’s funny cause my friends don’t expect it they’re just like “You like that? That’s surprising. You’re just such a cute and innocent lady! It’s not what I expected!!” How would the brothers react to F! MC who is like that? Maybe they walked into MCs room and heard it or any other scenario?

Honestly, same! Nobody expects my smiley 5′4 self to rock out to Marilyn Manson, lol.

I had a whole lot of fun with this! Also, I’m pretty sure you can figure out my music taste from this.

Lucifer: He hadn’t intended to snoop. The human valued what little privacy she could get in the House of Lamentation, and far be it from him to intrude on that. She had accidentally left her D.D.D in the kitchen while preparing dinner, and when he picked it up, he accidentally bumped it and the screen lit up. She must have the sound muted without her headphones in (smart girl, he thought with a smirk) because along the top of the screen flashed “Now playing - Highway to Hell by AC/DC.” The human had a sense of humor.

“Oh, you found it!” she smiled at him from the entrance to the kitchen. “Thank you, I couldn’t remember where I left it!”

Lucifer placed the device in her outstretched hand. “You are full of surprises aren’t you?”

She tilted her head in confusion. “I’m sorry?”

His laughter was cruelly amused as he brushed past her. “I never would have pegged you as a rock n’ roll kind of woman. How curious.”

Mammon: It wasn’t like Mammon needed help with this ridiculously difficult assignment. He just figured the human was probably struggling, and what kind of first man would he be if he didn’t go offer her his great expertise?

“Yo, human!” he called as he entered their room without knocking - really, she probably should lock her door, she lives with literal embodiments of sin. “Are you doin’ that homework from Devildom History? ‘Cause I - “

He cut himself off mid-sentence, confused. The image of the human sitting at her desk, hair pulled back with a floral scrunchie and scribbling away with a pink pocky-shaped pen while hardcore guitar riffs blared out of the speaker on her D.D.D was causing his brain to short-circuit.

“Hey, Mammon.” she looked up from her work and smiled at him. “What’s up? Sorry, I guess I had my music up too loud. Why are you looking at me like that?”

He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. “You don’t look like the type of chick to listen to heavy metal, is all. It’s kinda...y’know, it’s...uh, d-did you do the history assignment yet?”

Levi: Honestly, he still wasn’t convinced that she wasn’t just messing with him. Why would a normie care about what kind of music he listened to? So, he decided to test her.

“Ooh, who’s that band? They aren’t one of the ones you recommended.” she peered at his Devilgram over his shoulder. “They kind of look visual kei.”

“How do you know what visual kei is?” Levi quirked an eyebrow, although she probably couldn’t tell because of his fringe. She ignored him, leaning closer to inspect the promotional art.

“They look kind of like The GazettE! I wonder if they sound similar? Come on, Levi, unmute the video!”

“Hold on, jeez!”

Well, that plan backfired. Or worked? Both? Levi wasn’t quite sure.

Satan: Something was up. He didn’t know what, but she kept looking at him, glancing down at her D.D.D, then giggling to herself. They were supposed to be studying for upcoming exams, but she had clearly abandoned that plan.

“Something you want to share?”

She smothered another laugh, setting her D.D.D down. “How well-versed are you in human world music?”

What an odd question. “Depends on what time period we’re talking about.”

“1970′s - ish.”

He hummed, resting his chin on his interlaced fingers. “I can’t say I know all that much. Why?”

Her eyes sparkled with barely contained mischief. “Have you ever heard of the band KISS?”

“Really?” he groaned. Her only response was to bust out in maniacal laughter.

“Don’t tell me you believe that whole ‘Knights in Satan’s Service’ garbage.”

“Pfft, no, I’m not that stupid.” she slipped her D.D.D back in her uniform pocket and picked up her pen, seemingly content to get back to work. “Some of their music came on when I was getting ready this morning and I couldn’t get the idea out of my head.”

“Huh.” he studied her for a moment, letting the thought of their pretty little human jamming to ‘devil music’ roll around in his head. “...Yeah, that makes sense.”

Asmo: That little fox! Sending him a bath selfie when she knew he was out. He would definitely have to come up with a good way to get back at her. He just hoped she was still in the bath. It would be a shame to have to undress her when she could be ready and waiting for him!

She typically kept an open door policy, so he wasn’t surprised that the door to her room was unlocked. The door to her attached bathroom was, however. Victory!

Asmo was about to knock when he finally registered the music coming from inside the bathroom, along with her singing along.

“...gimme more, gimme more, gimme more, shut up and sing it with me! Na-na-na-na-na-na-”

...MCR, huh?

“You know, darling, this wasn’t the music I imagined when you sent me that...enticing photo, but I kind of like it.”

A shriek, some splashing, and the music suddenly cut off. “Asmo!”

He chuckled lowly, leaning against the door. “How about you let me in and we make our own music?”

Beelzebub: Training always made him hungry, so it wasn’t too surprising when Beelzebub made his way into the kitchen. She was on breakfast duty today, and she always snuck him little bits of food instead of scolding him like everyone else.

She had her headphones in when he came in, bouncing along to the beat of whatever she had playing and seemingly enjoying herself. Leaning against the door frame, he took a moment to watch her. The sight made him smile.

“What are you listening to?”

She almost hit the ceiling, whipping around and wielding her spatula as a weapon. As soon as she saw him, she relaxed, taking in a deep breath. “Beel, you nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“Sorry...” he pushed himself off of the doorway and opened his arms. “I didn’t mean to.”

She accepted his apology hug jabbing him lightly in the side as punishment before turning back around to the stove.

“Levi showed me how to hack into the human world internet, so I’m finally able to listen to the stuff I like from back home. I haven’t heard Green Day in forever.”

Beel leaned around her, dipping his finger in the pancake batter before she could stop him. “I haven’t heard of that band before. Can I listen too?”

“Sure!” she grinned. taking her headphones out. Beel didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this. Something must have shown on his face, because she frowned slightly.

“Don’t like it?”

He shook his head. “I do like it. Sounds like the stuff I like to listen to. I just wasn’t expecting you to like something like this.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot.”

Belphegor: ‘Going on a walk’ wasn’t really Belphie’s thing. But, he was always saying that he didn’t get to spend enough time with her, and beggars can’t be choosers. So, when the human asked if he would go on a walk with her, he couldn’t really refuse. 

“Wait, you’ve really been studying since this morning?” he asked, watching as she stretched her shoulders. “The course material isn’t that difficult.”

“I know, but I really don’t want to find out what Lucifer’s punishment for bad grades is.” she sighed, letting her arms drop to her sides. “I don’t even want to think about - huh?”

It took Belphie a second to realize she had stopped. When he turned around, she was looking through the big open windows of a nearby bar.

“If you want to get drunk, we have plenty of booze at the house.”

“What?” she snapped back to reality. “No, there’s a band playing in there. I like how they sound.”

Belphie listened. It was the usual type of music one heard in the Devildom - he always compared it to human punk-rock. His gaze slid over to the human - big, expressive eyes, delicate features, barely came up to his chin- and shook his head.

“Hm. Never would have guessed.”

“Guessed what?” she asked. Belphie didn’t answer, just slipped his hand in hers and tugged her along.

“Come on, you want to listen, don’t you? Let’s go in.”

#ask #shall we date obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie

[fatalezr]

A form of justice - part 7

“You need bigger boobs”

Rebecca gave Kate a disapproving look. “What did you say?”

“You need bigger boobs Becca. Something to get a bit more cleavage. You’re very pretty, just need a bit more to really distract the boys”. She smirked at her colleague.

Rebecca frowned and returned to the changing room. It was a Saturday daytime and her and Kate were shopping for outfits that would be appropriate for Mulvaney’s sex party they planned to hijack next Friday. Selwick had been very clear - they needed to look like high class escorts and Kate had suggested a trip to Covent Garden to find new clothing.

“Money is no issue” she had told Rebecca when they met.

“On our salaries? Come on Kate, let’s be reasonable”.

“Well, I think this qualifies as a bonus”. She had opened her bag and showed Rebecca a roll of twenty pound notes.

“Kate, is that...”

“From when we robbed Hanlon’s place? Yes” she confided, “look I knew we’d need supplies at some point. This is dirty money, but we’re using it to make things right again”.

Rebecca had sighed and agreed and now the two found themselves in the changing room of Agent Provocateur. Kate had advised Rebecca with a lot of enthusiasm and was clearly enjoying herself a lot. For Rebecca, this was a new experience. She had some sexy underwear at home but going shopping for lingerie with Kate was a whole different thing. Her colleague had an eye for detail. When Rebecca had asked if this truly mattered, she had simply smiled and told her that there was no reason not to find something she really liked. It just had to be practical enough for them to conceal their weaponry when they entered the party.

Rebecca returned to the changing room and shut the curtain over. She looked at herself in the mirror. She liked what she saw - Kate was right, she maybe could have a bit more cleavage on show but she felt elegant and sexy in the black sheer set she was wearing. She removed it and tried on a more colourful pink set with orange straps and detailing. The satin was nice against her skin and the bra certainly gave her a lot more ‘distraction’ she thought. This felt right. She found the suspender sat snug on her hips. She looked incredible she thought. Maybe Kate was right - it was OK to enjoy herself despite the high stakes they were playing with. She opened the curtain to get her opinion.

“Oh very nice, yes!” Kate said, nodding. “Much better, much more interesting. Becca, you look hot”.

“Thanks” she replied, smiling. It was nice to get Kate’s approval.

“Yeah, that’s the one for you. Right, my turn”. She turned decisively and went to the changing room with several sets for herself.

Rebecca went into the changing room. That was typical Kate. Find solution, feel happy, then on to the next thing. She had an incredible energy in what she did that Rebecca liked. She changed into her regular long skirt and t-shirt and then watched as Kate paraded a series of erotic outfits in front of her. Whilst Rebecca was satisfied with her one set, Kate found three that she liked. “Don’t worry, im sure I’ll find an excuse to use them” she had assured Rebecca.

They paid and left the shop. Kate suggested they grab a coffee together and they walked towards Covent Garden marketplace. They had only gone a block when a black Mercedes pulled up alongside them, the passenger window pulling down. They recognised the occupant from his pinstriped suit.

“Why Katherine and Rebecca, what a pleasure to see you” said the charming and annunciated voice of George Digby-Wright.

Kate and Rebecca exchanged a quick look. George was not the kind of man to pull up alongside you in the street unless he was looking for something. At the same time, both knew he was responsible for keeping Patrick Hanlon safe in an MI5 property and his influence in the security services made him a good ally.

“George, any time our paths cross, the pleasure is always mine” said Kate, her face plastered with a smile but with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

“You are too kind Katherine. Please, would you care to join me?”

Rebecca wondered what would happen if they refused. Would George release Hanlon on to the streets? She decided to be polite and take charge of the situation. “We’d be delighted” she said, and opened the back door of the car for her and Kate.

“Excellent” said George as they climbed in. A spot of afternoon tea seems right. To the Ritz” he added to the driver. The car set off, winding through the streets towards Piccadilly.

“How have you been George?” asked Rebecca genuinely.

“I have been very busy Rebecca, but thank you for asking. Several pressing affairs of state to attend to, but such is my calling in this life”.

“Anything you want to share with us?” enquired Kate.

“Many things Katherine, many things. Nothing to be digested on an empty stomach though. Let us have tea first. I imagine you are tired yourself from your shopping trip”. He gestured to their bags. “A success?”

“We’ll let you know once someone has seen it” Kate replied mischievously.

George clapped his hand and laughed. “Yes, indeed! I am sure they will be most entertained”.

They arrived at The Ritz and the doorman showed them to a table already set for three in the dining room. George spent several minutes deciding his order of rooibos tea during which time Kate had already necked her glass of champagne. Rebecca sipped her own glass and ordered a pot of Assam.

“Why are we here George?” asked Kate.

“Can a gentleman not simply wish to treat two of his lovely friends to tea?”

Kate smiled. “Have you ever actually done that?”

George laughed and met her eyes. “No but i am reliably informed there are lesser men who do such things”.

Kate sighed and looked at Rebecca. “Ok then. Let’s get down to business”.

George paused as the waiter served them their three tiered selection of sandwiches, scones and cakes. “Very well. You are aware last weekend of the favour I pulled off at very short notice”.

Rebecca decided to speak before Kate could make a sarcastic remark. “We are, and we’re very thankful”.

“Unfortunately such favours are not cheap and they are not easy...”

“...which is why Rebecca also did a favour at her own personal risk and at very short notice” interjected Kate. “That should be adequate payment”.

“Oh yes, a job performed remarkably” George said, nodding at Rebecca, “but not a job that can fulfil payment indefinitely”.

“This is immoral”

“Over the past eight days the two of you have killed more people than Jack the Ripper. Should we really spend our time discussing morality?”. George sat back and ate a sandwich. Rebecca considered his words. It was true, they had racked up quite a lot of bodies recently, with herself responsible for most of the killing. She sipped her tea before asking George a question on her mind.

“George are we doing the right thing?”

He gave her a hard stare. “What is the right thing, one wonders? I am a pragmatist Rebecca. I look at all options and I consider this, is our society better without certain individuals in it and I can only conclude yes. Now”, he picked up his tea, “will you join me in thinking pragmatically about this situation?”

“Im not sure saying no is an option” Rebecca answered.

“And you are indeed correct” George replied. He sipped on his tea and silence passed between them. Eventually he put down his cup and leaned closer to the two women. “There is a certain flat in Islington. Very discreet location, very nondescript. It is owned by the FSB and is used to house certain persons of interest from time to time”. He paused and sipped more tea before continuing. “It has come to our attention from our American cousins that an FSB analyst will be staying there this weekend. This analyst has a laptop our cousins believe could be useful to them and to us. I want you to steal it tonight”.

“And how the bloody hell do you expect us to get access to an FSB safe house George?” Kate asked.

“I am sure you will be creative in your thinking” he answered and sat back.

“Fuck sake” Kate said under her breath, shaking her head, “and I presume there’s no help you can offer?”

“Sadly Katherine it would be improper for the British state to be seen to be stealing from the FSB, especially if there were to be...accidents...for any persons in the house along the way. Two thiefs chancing their luck is well, somewhat less suspicious”.

“So to be clear George you’re expecting us to find our way into a Russian safe house, steal a bloody laptop from under their noses and maybe kill an agent or two along the way”. Kate did not look happy. Rebecca also felt sick inside. They could not be in a more dangerous situation and yet she knew George had the leverage over them. She tried to keep calm and work things through logically in her mind.

“Say we do this” she asked, “what’s in it for us?”

“The thanks of her majesty’s government, of course” George said as he smiled. Rebecca gave him a hard stare and said nothing. “We will keep Hanlon safe for the next two months, continue to overlook your moonlighting activities. What more can I offer?”

Rebecca continued to stare at him. “We need help locating a kidnapped person. Stefan Horst”.

George frowned. “And who is this Stefan Horst?”

Rebecca smiled. “Just a friend of a friend George”.

“I can promise to give my best endeavours in finding what I can”.

“We also know there’s a property in Stratford that Mulvaney uses to run parties. Invites local businessmen and politicians. Ever heard of it?”

George looked quizzical. “I must say I have not. Why does it interest you?”

Rebecca shook her head. “Just wondering, following up a rumour.” She concluded it was best to not tell George every detail of their plans. “Tell us more about this safe house then”. George proceeded to give them details on the location and the occupants in the property. He was expecting two people to be present. A regular FSB officer and the analyst. It was unlikely they would be expecting anything major to happen but spies were always naturally cautious. They discussed timings of the job whilst eating scones and sandwiches and George suggested later that evening would be a good time to hit, after a 9pm shift change.

“Any questions?” George concluded.

“Only one” said Kate. She picked up her empty champagne glass. “Can I get a refill?”

—————

“At some point, we should spend a Saturday doing normal things"

Rebecca smiled at Kate. Her partner was right. The last two weekends had been very strange and again she found herself moonlighting for MI5 on a Saturday night. At least this week she had Kate with her to help guide her. "What do you do that's normal?" she asked her.

"I don't know, go for a run, take a ride somewhere, go to the pub, dinner, drinks, karaoke".

"Karaoke?"

"Yeah. Karaoke".

"You sing?"

"Of course I sing Becca. I'm a former member of the choir at my school and can recite every word of Wicked from scratch".

Strangely enough, Rebecca couldn't imagine Kate as a young choirgirl. It seemed a long way from the hardened and fiery detective she had come to know. She enjoyed her company immensely and resolved that when their pursuit of Mulvaney ended, they would remain close friends. Another thought hit her - she thought of when the pursuit would end, but was it actually if they caught Mulvaney? What would happen if they didn't? She pushed the thoughts from her mind. "So what do you normally sing?"

Kate grinned. "Tell you what, let's finish this job then I'll call a couple of my mates and we can find out".

They were walking towards the apartment in Islington from Angel station. After tea with George, they had continued shopping, finding a matching pair of black v-neck tops, leggings and navy blue baseball caps. Kate had suggested they pose as delivery girls in order to gain entry to the apartment complex. She had gone into a local takeaway near the station and flirted her way into getting two empty boxes she now carried. Rebecca had a cheap black backpack with their guns inside. Both grew more quiet as they approached the block where the apartment was on the second floor of a four floor converted house.

"You ready?" Kate asked.

"To storm an apartment of Russian agents in an unsanctioned action of the British state?" replied Rebecca. "Sure". She remembered the bodyguard she had killed the week previous, the feeling of satisfaction as she saw him crumple to the floor. This felt more dangerous but that just heightened her senses. She wondered how she would react tonight. The Russians were known for employing criminal characters and she reasoned that one or two less of them in the world could never be a bad thing.

"Let's do this", said Kate. They stopped and hid behind a nearby bush whilst they retrieved their suppressed Glock 17's from the backpack. Kate placed hers in an empty pizza box, whilst Rebecca tucked hers into her leggings, flinching a little as the cold metal of the suppressor touched her skin. Their tops were deliberately small and tight against them ("that split second when they're looking at your cleavage can be all you need" Kate had reasoned) but the dark of the night made her confident no-one would see the bulge. She took off the backpack and carried it by her side as they approached the house, Kate studying the windows and seeing which ones had lights on. Kate took a deep breath and buzzed the number 4 on the wall panel by the door. They waited a few seconds before they heard the intercom click and a deep voice answered.

"Yes?"

"Pizza delivery for Flat 3" she answered cheerfully.

"This is number 4"

"Yes, they didn't answer. Any chance you could buzz me in? I'll leave it there?"

There was a few seconds pause and then the voice replied "Fine". The door buzzed and Kate opened it. Rebecca breathed a sigh of relief. They were at least in the right house. Flat 3 was on the second floor of the house near the FSB apartment at number 4. From the layout George had given them, she had seen no lights in the windows so it was a good alibi to use.

They walked up the stairs, Kate adjusting her top a little more so that her red bra strap and the top of her cups were on display. They approached a blue door with a silver 4 on it and stopped. Kate beckoned for Rebecca to go to her side and she stood flat against the wall to the left of the door, drawing her gun as she did so and slowly pulling the slide back to chamber a round. Kate knocked on the door and placed her hand inside the box on the top pizza. They heard the faint sound of a television in the flat and then a couple of footsteps approaching the door. Rebecca heard the door open and the same voice with a Russian accent that had been on the intercom.

"No, this is not right apartment"

"Oh but there's been a mistake. Nobody's in at number 3" Kate said innocently whilst Rebecca stayed out of sight. "Would you like it? No charge obviously".

There was another pause. "Fine" he answered.

"Lovely" said Kate, "just need you to sign this thing". She stepped back and a tall older man emerged from the apartment door wearing blue jeans and a stained navy t-shirt. As he came into view, Rebecca raised her gun to his temple.

"On your knees" she whispered. The FSB man turned towards her but she kept her nerve and her gun trained on his head. He stared at her, fury in his eyes as he dropped to his knees slowly. Kate had pulled her gun out of the box and swept into the apartment with it raised. There was silence for a few seconds. Rebecca tried to keep her focus on the man in front but was listening to every sound, unsure whether she would hear a shot or a voice or anything that would give her a clue of how Kate was doing in killing the analyst and retrieving the laptop. The FSB agent in front of her smirked. His dark hair was very short and balding in the middle and there was a small scar to the left of his brown eyes that he kept fixed on Rebecca. Her finger was ready to strike if he moved.

After 20 seconds, Kate emerged from the door behind him and shook her head. The laptop and the analyst were not inside. Rebecca tried to show no emotion. "Stand up and go inside" she said to the man. He got to his feet and Kate put her gun into his back. She grabbed the top of his t-shirt and marched him into the apartment.

They were inside a small corridor with blue walls. The first door on the right led to a small sitting room with two black leather sofas. Kate pushed the agent towards the sofa. "Sit" she commanded. He did so, still smirking. "Where's the analyst? Where's the laptop?" she asked.

"There is no analyst" he said in his deep Russian accent. "There is no laptop".

Kate cocked her gun. "Don't play games" she said, "there's no way out of this". Rebecca stood in the doorway to the living room. What had happened? Why wasn't the analyst in the apartment like George had said? And what on earth would they do now?

The agent laughed but was interrupted by a pinging noise like a notification on his phone. Rebecca put her hand in his pocket to retrieve it. "Hey" he shouted she took it from his pocket and held it towards his face to unlock it. He seemed concerned. "You are dead bitches, you hear me" he growled. Rebecca saw what the notification was from Uber. A taxi would be dropping someone off at the house. She saw where the trip originated - Heathrow Airport. It must be the analyst! "No!" shouted the agent and he lunged towards Rebecca, knocking her gun and the phone to the floor. "Vasili! Get out o-" Pfft. His cries were interrupted by Kate's shot as her bullet hit him in the chest. Pfft-pfft. She fired twice more and he collapsed on top of Rebecca, who rolled herself from under him and grabbed her own gun from the floor. Pfft-pfft-pfft. She fired three shots into him.

"Don't call me a bitch, you fucker" she hissed, and she placed a final bullet -pfft- into his head. She turned towards Kate. "Seriously, what is it with men calling us bitches?"

"Tell me about it" her partner said sympathetically. Rebecca turned her attention towards the phone. It looked like the Uber had stopped outside the apartment. They heard a ringing from the corridor. It was the door buzzer. Rebecca ran to the intercom and pressed the button with a key next to it. She guessed it would unlock the door to the outside.

"What's our plan?" she asked.

"Simple" said Kate, removing her top. "You get the bag and check the laptop. I'll distract him". She tucked her gun into the back of her leggings and wandered into the hallway with her attractive red bra on show. She leaned against a wall seductively. Rebecca rolled her eyes and removed her own top, revealing her own black lace bra.

She held her gun behind her back and opened the door as a young man walked to the front door of the apartment. He was attractive, with black hair and designer stubble. His leather jacket opened to reveal a white t-shirt that hugged his toned chest. Rebecca noted he had a laptop bag thrown over his shoulder. Rebecca smiled at him as he approached. "Vasili?" she asked.

"Yes?" he said. Rebecca stood aside to let him enter. He walked in cautiously, looking at her and then Kate in turn. "Where is my friend?"

"He's out right now" answered Kate, "but he thought you might like some company". Her hand moved over her breast. Vasili smiled.

"Can I get you a drink?" whispered Rebecca into his ear. "We hear you've had a long day".

"Why not take off your coat and we can relax?" added Kate.

If Vasili was surprised or confused by the two women, he wasn't going to show it. He nodded and slipped the bag off his back and took off his jacket. Rebecca saw Kate smile at his muscular arms and believed that part of her reaction to be genuine. Kate beckoned him towards her as she backed towards the bedroom. Vasili followed her. He looked back briefly at Rebecca, who kept smiling at him. She picked up his coat and bag. It felt heavy. As Vasili disappeared with Kate, she quickly opened it to see the laptop inside. It was silver and black, just as George had described to them. She clenched her fist in triumph. They had it!

"Why dont you lie down and take off your shirt?" she heard Kate ask from the bedroom.

"Only if you join me" he said back, his accent smooth and calm.

"Oh I will" Kate said. Rebecca approached the bedroom and saw Kate had backed her way to the far wall. Vasili had clambered on to the bed and was slowly removing his t-shirt. Kate caught her eye and subtly winked at her. Rebecca nodded back. She drew her gun and stood in the bedroom doorway.

"Vasili" she said, "don't you dare move". The analyst turned and looked at her first in surprise, then in anger as he comprehended the situation in front of him.

"Damn you bi-"

"Don't say it" said Kate, drawing her own gun and pointing the suppressed barrel at his head. "Don't you fucking say it or I swear to God it'll be the last word you say". She kept the gun trained on him as she met Rebecca at the foot of the bed. The shirtless Vasili lay there, staring at them.

"So what now?" he asked.

"Now I'm going to tie you up and leave you here" said Kate, "but only if you're a good boy, and no more dirty language about women".

Vasili laughed at her. "Fucking whore bitch, you pi-"

Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft. Rebecca and Kate both fired two shots into his torso. He bounced back and Rebecca felt a wave of adrenaline and excitement. She fired four more times pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, moaning after the final shot as she saw the toned body now ridden with their bullets. Kate patted her on the back. "Better?"

Rebecca nodded. It was better. George was right. Less scumbags in the world was a good thing. She could not deny that she and Kate enjoyed killing them and right now that was all that mattered to her. She watched as Kate nonchalantly leaned forward and put a final bullet -pfft- into Vasili's head. Without saying anything they walked out of the bedroom and got dressed. Rebecca picked up the laptop bag and slung it over her shoulder. They disassembled the suppressors from their guns and placed them in the backpack.

George had arranged to pick up the laptop in a local pub, so they walked five minutes through the back streets towards it. They ditched their baseball caps in hedges and arrived at the pub, which was lively with a lot of people. They both sat at the bar and Kate ordered them both two double gin and tonics with a shot of tequila. They opened a tab and laughed and joked as they drank together. When their first round was finished, they repeated the order and Rebecca felt herself getting a little tipsy after another shot of tequila. They were joking and laughing about some of Kate's stories from her time in counter-terror when George arrived, still dressed in a pinstriped suit albeit he had removed his tie. He walked to them at the bar.

"Well I see the two of you are evidently having a small celebration" he said.

"Well I see you are good at stating the obvious Georgie-Porgie" Kate said. She and Rebecca laughed.

"Please do not call me that Katherine"

"Please do not call me Katherine, Georgie". Her and Rebecca laughed again.

"Very well....Kate, Rebecca. I trust we will be in touch soon?" He picked up the laptop bag and made to leave.

"Actually George, one more thing" said Kate, lightly grabbing his arm to stop him from going.

"Which is?"

Kate gave him the bill for the drinks. "Love you mate" she told him, and kissed him lightly on the cheek. George chuckled to himself and duly got out his wallet to pay the bill.

"Until our next encounter" he said, nodding to the two of them and walking out of the pub. Rebecca watched him go and wondered when that next encounter would be. She had a horrible feeling that it may not be too long...

[cryptid-bloodhound]

Legends Crime AU

After some great suggestions from: @daughterofthewinedude, @sunflower-key, @ajays-lullaby, and @unsightedjoker​ I decided to expand upon the Crime AU and fill in the blanks thanks to them! If there are more suggestions, let me know! I’m always open to them (:

 So, again thank you for the suggestions, they’re a huuuge help!

Basic Roles

under the cut bcus I rambled again, oops. If yall want to know more, just hmu! I might make individual character ‘profiles’ if there’s interest. Also, if anyone wants to use this for their own crime setting/au then feel free! (i’d totally love to be tagged in stuff bcus im a hoe for crime aus)

Bloodhound - Unknown Assassin -  They're independent and usually can’t be hired as they seem to be working down some sort of list. They aren’t in it for the money, clearly. However, if you plead your case and it’s a good one (in their eyes) the person you’re targeting might just disappear one day. Occasionally they’ll play the silent, scary backup if one of their associates/friends needs it. Nobody knows who they are, where they came from, how to contact them, or what the hell is up with them. It’s been noted that whenever they stop by a city, notoriously nasty criminals happen to go missing. All that’s known about them is that nobody escapes Bloodhound once they start their hunt.

Lifeline - Ex-Mob Princess/Mob Doc - Ajay Che would have been considered a Mob Princess if she had stayed within her Family Ranks. Her parents made very little effort to hide the truth of their profits from her. Disgusted, she left as soon as she could and swore to never join the life. Instead, she became a doctor in an effort to help people and make up for what her family has done. However, her childhood friend Octavio drug her back into the life unintentionally. He’d get hurt and show up at her doorstep again and again. Soon enough, other mobsters and criminals started arriving, earning her the unspoken title of Mob Doc. Now it’s not uncommon to find random Family members just lounging around her place. She decided to just say ‘to hell with it’ and try to act as some sort of Moral Compass for the crew.

Octane - Ex-Mob Prince/Demolitionist/Arsonist - His family and Ajay’s are closely intertwined. They grew up together thanks to the meetings between his parents and hers. However, unlike Ajay, he didn’t feel a moral repulsion at what their families were doing. If anything, he was bored. They weren’t extreme enough. It was almost all Blue Collar crimes, nothing explosive or violent. So, in typical Octavio fashion, he jumped ship and looked for something faster, flashier, more dangerous. It landed him in the ranks of his current Family as their Demolitions and Arson guy. He managed to drag Ajay back into their lifestyle after blowing off his own legs when he blew up the building of someone who pissed him off. He may not be the smartest or most level-headed member, but there’s no one more willing to jump into a fight or play with explosives than him.

Mirage - Jack of Trades - runs the ‘Cosa Nostra’-esque bar called the Paradise Lounge. It’s a neutral meeting grounds for the varying Families and it is an unwritten rule that nobody is allowed to fight in its premise. It’s the only ‘safe spot’ in the city. He has several different jobs for the Family. Aside from running the bar and helping to launder money, he is a document forger, a con artist, tech expert and is capable of talking people out of trouble one way or another. Basically, if someone needs to ‘disappear’ or get out of trouble, they come to ‘Mirage’. 

Bangalore - Ground Enforcer/Collector -  An ex-spec ops soldier who left the service after the mysterious ‘disappearance’ of her brother when he was on leave. She is certain it was a rival gang who did something to him. So, she’s started a crusade to find out what happened to him and avenge him one way or another. She joined the Family after crossing paths with them on more than one occasion. After witnessing her impressive skills, they offered her whatever resources she needed to finish her quest in exchange for her services leading and training their ‘troops’. She also isn’t shy on collecting the debts owed to the family.

Gibraltar - Allied Boss - Makoa Gibraltar isn’t your typical Crime Lord. For starters, he doesn’t actively harm innocent people. If anything, he is closer to a vigilante than an evil mobster. He started his biker gang after witnessing one too many hate crimes and seeing too many horrible people walk free from a corrupt system. He protects victims from their attackers during tenuous things like court trials and breaks up hate crimes he sees in progress. He’s become affectionately noted throughout the city by its citizens and even the police like to turn a blind eye when they can when he’s seen protecting someone (or beating the ever-loving shit out of some asshole). He has a shaky alliance with The Family. At the moment, they haven’t done anything notably horrible and have helped fund his growing group. They even slip him some info every now and again about places and people who might need a ‘meeting’ with Gibraltar.

Crypto - Double Agent Hacker - Tae Joon Park is technically ‘dead’. After being framed by The Family for the murder of his adopted sister Mila, he decided it was best to stick with the idea of being dead and created a new identity for himself. Filled with a searing need for revenge, he’s entered into the Family under the guise of being their expert Hacker and pro at Espionage. There’s no code he can’t crack and no information he can’t find. He’s capable of bringing empires down from behind his keyboard and screen. That’s exactly what he plans on doing to The Family. Only, he’s starting to notice a very strange pattern. Not everyone in the Family seems to be aware of the shady business going on. Some appear to be victims themselves that are being played. Now, he also has to decide who is guilty and who’s just like him - a pawn.

Caustic - Wild Card Killer - Considered an Associate as he refuses to formally join The Family as a Made Man. Alexander Nox is also technically ‘dead’. After a run-in with the law (and a subsequent escape from prison), he had the local forger Mirage falsify evidence of his death and craft him a new identity. He functions as an interrogator and a cleaner when he feels the fancy. He’s made it very clear that he is, under no circumstance, beholden to what the Boss wants. He helps because the Boss offers him a practically endless supply of test subjects in exchange for extracting information from the people and disposing of the bodies. He also mentors Wattson in the ways of proper disposal. What his end goals are, nobody really knows and nobody wants to ask. 

Wraith - Shadow Broker/Assassin - Renee Blasey is something of an enigma. Few people know her name beyond ‘Wraith’ and fewer still know what she looks like. She hides in the shadows, gathering information and eliminating targets with precision. There’s a rumor that she’s the one who brought the newcomer Crypto into the fold and that they’ve worked together in the past. Perhaps he was the one who freed her from a rival gang��s clutches. Due to her apparent connections all over the place and an almost unending supply of information, she was held captive and tortured for information. After her violent and bloody escape, she stumbled across the Family and they welcomed the notable information broker with open arms. How she gets the information she does, no one knows. She is always elusive about it. ‘A little birdy told me.’ ‘The voices knew’.  

Pathfinder - Transport Expert - A ‘defective’ MRVN unit because he was too free-thinking and asked too many questions, namely: ‘what happened to my creator?’ He was going to be decommissioned and shut down permanently when a group of strangers broke into the facility and ransacked the place. After they saved him from being decommissioned, he followed them around like a puppy and unintentionally joined the Family. He functions somewhere between ‘getaway/transport expert’ and ‘team mascot’. It’s thought that he might have witnessed some damning things and that’s why he was going to be decommissioned. In the process, his memories were corrupted so it’s almost impossible to truly tell. They’ve begun proper work on restoring his memories now that the technical geniuses Wattson and Crypto have joined up alongside Mirage.

Wattson - Security/Business Front/Cleaner- Daughter of an Associate. She didn’t know her dad worked with the mob until she was older. After the initial surprise, she joined in on the business, going so far as to becoming Made. She runs the security service front known as ‘Apex Protection’ that also doubles as their money laundering business. Nobody gets past her defenses to get to Family. (It helps that her dad was rather close with the notoriously effective cleaner Caustic. She’s picked up a few tips from him and now helps with the cleaning when needed)

#Apex Legends #Crime AU #this was longer than expected huh

[normal-thoughts-official]

Ok a more specific prompt, coffee shop au with Malec and claia 😌

this is nowhere near specific and you damn well know it, anon. i appreciate u trying to find an excuse to throw coffee shop aus everywhere, tho. keep doing the lord's work even if i will inevitably twist the prompt

Magnus works at a small, local coffee shop as a barista. It's not exactly his #1 job choice, but it pays better than big chain coffee shops and he needs that to pay rent now that he officially left his abusive father's home for good. Also, he is kind of a coffee enthusiast and the owner, Ragnor, lets him go wild with making up new drinks and ingredients, as long as he still does his job.

All in all it's a good job and he considers the old fart and the other barista, maia, to be like family. Ragnor frequently gives them coffee and Maia constantly teases him about being a "coffee scientist" whenever she catches him thoughtfully drinking from a cup and scribbling notes on his notepad, like some ancient being

His recipes are good, though, and he knows exactly where to get the best coffee beans for the best price. So their drinks are good, affordable, and can please everyone from the traditional "black coffee no sugar" exec to the teenager who wants more of a milkshake than actual coffee

As a result, the shop thrives, gets more popular, and gets more clients. So Ragnor decides to hire a new barista to help. Because he's secretly a sweetheart, he ends up hiring this broke college kid who just moved into town to get away from his kinda toxic family and has nowhere to go - and also doesnt have a single ounce of experience as a barista

It's not surprising; both Magnus and Maia share similar stories, with some abusive exes to spice up the mix, not to mention racism, biphobia, and, in Magnus case, male behavior standarts keeping most opportunities closed for them. So they're cool with that. Even if it means Magnus will have to be the one to teach him, because 1- Ragnor is a dick and assigned him to be Alec's special "tutor" as retribution for Magnus calling him "an old, heart of butter bastard"; 2- he's the one who's best qualified to teach him since he knows a lot about coffee and coffee making anyway; 3- Maia has no patience

Quick detour just to say that i love the maia/magnus brotp opportunities this gives. While Magnus is more of a coffee scientist as she puts it, Maia has an almost instictive understanding of drink making. Where Magnus is soft, she's fierce, and they make one hell of a team and are good at balancing one another. They bond over their experiences with abuse; while Magnus' has made him afraid to put his foot down and say what he wants and prioritize himself, Maia's has made her particularly wary of people and even less willing to take anyone's bullshit, and both of these coping mechanisms have their own effects on their psyche, and they're able to talk openly to each other about it. Maia is kind of protective of Magnus and vice-versa, though the way they protect each other is very different. They have an easy companionship and bantering dynamic that's easygoing and cute, theyre both passionate about their interests (Maia loves marine biology and even if Magnus doesnt know much about it he loves listening to her talk about it) and just generally have that kind of relationship where just smiling at each other makes a tough day seem lighter. Also Magnus loves making Maia laugh. Maia blatantly refuses to laugh at any of his self-deprecating jokes, tho, which has considerably diminished the amount of times he makes them

Anyway Alec comes in for his first day and Magnus is like [REDACTED] because shit this man is cute. Maia notices immediately and from then on the teasing doesn't stop

He's quick to recover, tho, and suddenly he's all smooth again (Maia says he's perfected his customer service persona to horror movie levels), quick to introduce himself and Maia to Alec and explain that he'll be training Alec for the next few weeks or so. He gives him a tour of the shop, explains the basics, and immediately launches into his slightly extra More Serious Than Strictly Necessary course on the makings and workings of coffee, from bean selection to ideal temperature and the chemistry behind the cooking.

This absolute dork even had a small table with some coffee made from different kinds of beans so Alec could taste them and learn the difference and Engage with the profession or some shit

Maia just rolls her eyes, thankful that she had prior experience before getting this job and didnt have to go through this

The first thing he learns about Alec: Alec doesn't like coffee. This is not a setback. Many people dont like coffee, but that's because they're used to regular powdered coffee instead of making it from the bean. Because the beans in powdered coffee arent previously selected, they are roasted harder than they should, so any beans that might have gone bad wont spoil the taste or make you sick. As a result, the coffee is way too bitter and doesn't have a discernible taste. He explains all of this enthusiastically to a slightly overwhelmed Alec, and gets on to making him try the samples so he can feel the difference.

Here's the second thing he learns about Alec: Alec doesn't feel the difference

Despair. Horror. Offense.

Alec even kind of chuckles and goes "sorry" at the face he makes, and a not-pouting Magnus goes on with the planned explanation on bean selection

Third thing he learns about Alec: he's a quick study. Everything he lacks in sensibility to the amazing world of bean juice, he makes up for in his careful attentiveness to the instructions. He is also a strict recipe-follower and makes sure he always uses the exact amounts required. He's an absolute perfectionist. He listens to Magnus' explanations on how to know if the taste is right, to look for color and texture of the mix. Magnus tries his simple coffees and only needs a few corrections to send him on the right path

The first time Alec makes him something more complicated to try (per his request) Magnus wants to die

It's so good

Scratch that, it's perfect

This soulless motherfucker doesn't even like coffee and this is the single best version of whatever crazy frapuccino shit they're making magnus has ever tried

He kind of bursts from the kitchen (?) all like MAIA YOU HAVE TO TRY THIS just in time to interrupt her chatting with this redhead new customer with shiny eyes. Maia is leaning all the way across the counter. What is this

Maia agrees that it's very good but again he's not as passionate about coffee and Magnus just interrupted what would have been a really smooth number-giving move so she's not feeling all that generous

Alec just laughs at that. His eyes are shining with amusement and he's very, very pleased that Magnus likes his stuff

It's not a big secret, really; mixing drinks is kind of like patisserie in the sense that the measures need to be exact to achieve the best taste and texture. He follows the recipe to a fault, it turns out good. That's why he's better at the more complicated, instagram-y drinks than the simple coffee types

Alec "graduates" his training pretty soon after that and Ragnor is very pleased

He gets along well with both Magnus and Maia, even if he's more quiet and sometimes catches himself just laughing at the two of them interact; their friendship is something else. But he also gets to hear a "shut up" from Maia after not saying absolutely anything when the redhead walks in again the very next day

The redhead always comes in a little late in the morning, so its always slow. As a result, they get to pretend to be minding their own business as they hear the two of them chat and oof is the romantic tension between them something. Maia glares at them once the girl - Clary - leaves every time, but it doesn't stop them

Soon Maia is calling them "no-good gossiping grandmas" because of the way Magnus and Alec will go to the back and pretend to be making something while they keep a whispered running commentary on what the girls are talking about. This quickly turns into some sort of race to see who can make the other break and laugh out loud. Neither of them ever do (they are trying to be discreet and Maia would kill them) but oftentimes they need to cover their mouths with their hands and playfully slap each other for the teasing

Clary doesn't even realize she's the reason; she kind of just thinks they are constantly flirting on the back and briefly wonders how they havent been fired when all they do is whisper and make eyes at each other

Not that she has any room to talk when she's late to work everyday because she keeps cracking jokes with the cute curly haired barista with the most beautiful lopsided smile who always makes her laugh and tells her about her day while she drinks her coffee. She's lucky her work starts at 10 so she can go in a little later and doesnt have to be there during rush hours, but still

She doesnt even like coffee, she walked in one day cuz she was really tired and then just kept coming in the hopes that the barista would make a move on her (shes not gonna do it herself, at least not in her workplace. She doesn't want to make her uncomfortable and it's still unclear whether the girl is flirting or if shes just really nice)

At some point she and Maia even start sharing knowing looks to Alec and Magnus and laughing at them. They don't even notice, because their designated Making Fun Of Maia time turned into just cracking jokes at each other way too quickly. They don't even remember there are other people there

Maia does finally ask clary out eventually. She wasn't exactly nervous about doing it, it's more that she enjoyed their little routine. But enough is enough, and when their routine starts involving Clary giving her a quick kiss before placing her order, well, it just makes it better

Magnus and Alec coo every time

Eventually Maia snaps all like "why are you guys the one poking fun at me when im the one who made a move instead of being a coward"

Magnus is all like "Whatever could she possibly mean??"

It dawns on him when hes closing up the next day and Alec has already left. He has a crush on Alec. Oh god. Oh fuck

Maia helpfully says "idiot" and leaves

Some Magnus being very nervous and overthinking his relationship with Alec who's all like ???????? about this

Alec goes to his sister about his new crush who suddenly started acting weird and izzy is all like "stop trying to guess what he's thinking because you're terrible at this. Just tell them how you feel" and Alec is like okay

He asks Magnus out

Everyone is happy and gay idk the end

✨ feel free to use this and any other one of my posts as a prompt ✨

#ask #anonymous #sh #shadowhunters #maia roberts #magnus bane #ragnor fell #alec lightwood #clary fray #clary fairchild #malec #izzy lightwood #lightwood siblings #claia #long post #brotp: never trust a stingy warlock *gives u 100 dollars*

[bunnyblooms]

OKAY FUCKER ALL THE QUESTIONS FROM THAT ASK MEME THE LGBT ONE

1. Identity and pronouns.

I'm agenderfluid and they/them pronouns. My sexuality is aroflux and asexual.

2. How did you discover your sexuality?

Pretty much at 14 was like "idk i don't relate to everyone else i don't find celebrities hot or sex remotely something i want. If i could reproduce without sex i would. Oh. I'll just call myself asexual, like a sponge!" (Which asexual is incidentally what the creators of Spongebob were going for, fun facts. Spongebob is ace rights.)

3. Have you experienced being misgendered? How do you overcome it?

Mmmm I am constantly misgendered bc I'm nonbinary and live in a binary society and the way I compartmentalize it is basically just dressing how I want and not making an attempt to pass as anything tbh. The only time I feel misgendered is when someone knows my pronouns and doesn't use them anymore tbh. So basically. Letting go of how I want to be perceived helped. I will say tho, I refuse to come out to my dad bc he won't respect it and it'll be more painful hearing him misgender me knowing how I identify, but. That's certainly a privilege I have since I'm not transitioning. (ATM at least.)

4. Who was the first person you told? How did they react?

I technically didn't come out as ace. My ex-best friend knew bc I talked about it, but neither of us knew it was an identity. So the transition upon finding the label was virtually nonexistent and all of my friends were LGBTQ as well so it wasn't stressful or shocking. It helps that around the time I discovered the label I'd met two friends who were ace and felt the same way I did. My experience with my asexuality is definitely the model that should be the norm with the community and what we as a society should aim for.

As for my gender I'd made comments in the past that I wished I could just be genderless and it really kind of sat with me when my ex-best friend came out as trans bc I was like "Oh? You don't have to be the gender you are at birth?" Belial from Angel Sanctuary was a character that resonated with me at the time, and this was right around the time I made my ace friends. It wasn't until a year later that I discovered the nb community and one friend who was genderfluid that I decided to start trying different pronouns. And basically I came out as questioning and transitioned to nb without a formal declaration, which I also feel should be the goal for society.

I was at a con with my best friend at the time who was trans and he'd come out with my now ex-best friend while they were dating. And I was really anxious bc I felt like ppl would assume I was a transtrender and shit, and my friend said something about gender and I kind of awkwadly implied I might not identify as female and he was really great about it! He was like "If you wanna talk about it or try different pronouns you can." :D

5. Describe what it was like coming out.

I pretty much did this im question 4 hehehe.

6. If you're out, how did ppl react?

I'm not out to family, that I know of. They found my facebook which has my identity listed in my about, so I'm in limbo with them where none of us talk about it so idk if they register it as an LGBTQ thing or not.

My friends were all supportive! It helps that I have like no cishet friends lmao.

I also came out to my class on TDOV two years ago for a project where we step outside our comfort zone. I'm luckily in the social work program which has social justive built into the tenants of the profession so it was pretty positive! People still misgendered me after and were more concerned with "but i'm scared of ppl getting angry at me what should i do to talk about this with them" which. 9__9 Not surprising. But there was a mom whose kid and her kid's partner are both genderfluid and bigender so it was a good experience and I had an ally which made me comfortable in sharing it in the first place.

7. What is one question you hate ppl asking about your sexuality?

Inevitably when I say I'm ace, non-aces assume I have no interest in dating which. Way to conflate being aroace with ace and ignore that there are aros and aces who want relationships. That's my biggest pet peeve.

8. Describe the style of clothing you often wear.

I wear flannels and ripped jeans or shorts mainly. I basically dress like a butch lesbian. I'll wear dresses and stuff but I do not like dressing femme and prefer to offset softer things with hard things. Like. When I wear dresses I have to wear clunky combat boots with them or have short hair or something.

9. Who are your favorite LGBTQ+ ships?

Hmmm. Depends if you mean canon or not. Canon, it's probably FigAyda from D20 and Catradora from She-ra. Shion/Nezumi from No.6 is also one of my faves. There's also Chie and Ai from Virgin's Empire. Blupjeans from The Adventure Zone and JonMartin from The Magnus Archives.

As for Not Confirmed ships, I like Flick/CJ from Animal Crossing, Tsuna/Enma from Katekyo Hitman Reborn, uhhh. Reigisa from Free!, Kanji/Naoto from Persona and Chihiro/whatever the fuck his name is Mondo? Or the other guy I forget, from Danganronpa. Also RenLaw, RenStrade, and VinceLaw+VinceFarz from BTD.

(I am including straight relationships involving trans ppl obv.)

10. What does makeup mean to you? Do you wear any?

I hate how I look with make up it makes me dysphoric. But to me makeup is a good expressive outlet and bomb as hell, so when I do wanna wear makeup, I prefer wearing eyeliner and lipstick (esp in black or blue or green or purple) and glitter.

11. Do you experience dysphoria? How does it affect you?

I experience what I refer to as Silhouette Dysphoria a lot. I experience chest dysphoria but a lot of times it's less about me having them at all and me not liking how I look with them. The same goes for my hips and overall shape. Hence silhouette. I also experience genital dysphoria to a lesser degree, and when I do it's less hating my genitals bc they should be different but more just having any at all. Luckily I was born with internal genitalia so I don't have to think about it as much. Social dysphoria I also experience, but I've talked about that already.

How I deal with it is binding and stuff.

12. What is the stupidest thing you've heard said about the LGBTQ+ community?

Hmm. The ppl who genuinely argue that accepting the community means you'll be forced to accept pedophilia or beastiality. Like. Lmao no?

13. Favorite thing about the community?

I just love how great it feels to be in it tbh. It can be so positive and loving and just genuinely make you feel good about yourself.

14. Least favorite thing about the community?

Exclusionists.

15. Have you ever been to your city's pride event?

No, but I went to Pride in Des Moines!!! IT WAS GREAT!

16. Favorite LGBTQ+ celebrity?

I don't really follow celebrities, but probably Ian McEllen and Tim Gunn.

17. Have you been in a relationship and how did you meet?

I was in a relationship for a while with a friend of mine and it was wonderful tbh. We met in a server and started talkng more, and started out as qpps then became partners and like we broke up, but I still enjoyed the experience and wouldn't go back in time and stop it from happening. My other qpp tho. That's something I would do lmao.

I also have a bf but that's a secret~

18. Favorite LGBTQ+ book.

I haven't read a lot of books, so I guess I have to say The Raven Cycle bc that's the only one I remember reading.

19. Have you ever faced discrimination?

Mmmm the only time I have experienced direct discrimination I was giving a friend valentines chocolate in high school and some kid called me a d*ke when i walked past him.

The other stuff is like. My therapist telling me to check for a hormone imbalance when I said I was asexual.

20. Favorite LGBTQ+ movie/show?

She-ra, "To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything", The Runaways (the movie not the show), No. 6.

21. Favorite LGBTQ+ bloggers?

I don't have any lmao.

22. Which slur do you want to reclaim?

Queer, bc it's already been reclaimed and it fits me.

23. Have you ever gone to a gay bar or drag show? How was it?

Nope. Never, but it'd be fun!!

24. How do you idrntify your gender?

Already answered this lol.

25. Interested in having kids?

Nope. I'd be too scared of screwing them up.

26. What identity service would you give your younger self?

I wish I'd known there was an ace community before I was older tbh. So that, probably.

27. What do you think of gender roles in relationships?

I personally like playing a feminine role, but I also think gender roles are unecessary, so like. As long as I'm an equal I don't care what role I play lmao. If you wanna treat me like the handmaiden, as long as you're not doing it bc you see me as a woman I don't care.

28. Anything else you wanna share about your gender?

Nah. Just. I don't bother trying to pin it down anymore bc the more I analyze it the less I understand it.

29. Something you wish ppl knew about being LGBTQ+?

Hmmmm not really. It's fun outside of the systemic oppression?

30. Why are you proud to be LGBTQ+?

For me it's less about pride in being LGBTQ+ and more being proud to express myself authentically. 🤷

#lemonadelyric #lgbtq ask meme #long post

[demytasse]

[Shinra & Shizuo] Inebriated Idiocy

     The situation required contemplation of certain moral ramifications, as brief as that consideration might last.

On one hand, alcohol was said to be the window to someone’s truest thoughts; bring about their most genuine feelings and unconscious desires. On the other hand, Shinra was an intellectual that keenly understood the human psyche; he knew better than to believe societal nonsense. In actuality, alcohol only lowered someone’s inhibitions enough to vocalise thoughts exactly as they formed; this included, but wasn’t exclusive to situational opinions, primal reactions to anything remotely sexual, and sober observations that hadn’t been sussed out.

So honestly, Shizuo letting himself into Shinra’s apartment with an odd request might have coincidentally been his own influence, the other day asking for blood and marrow samples in jest, yet again. Which the tease seemed to continue its bumble ‘round his friend’s absent mind.

    Not having much going on up there must explain why it’s still relevant.

His drunken stupour was no different than a conclusion from a simple dream; what was sorted alongside other curious tidbits gained while conscious, and that scientific proposal hadn’t been determined trash or data just yet, despite it being the same ol’ same old.

That being said…

    “What other opportunity would I have short of drugging him myself?” Shinra hummed; gathered vials and tools, bounced through his preparation. “Morally speaking it checks out if I didn’t administer the drug. After all, he came to me pre-doped! Haha." 

He glanced over at Shizuo who somehow managed a cool guy pose upon the examination table, simultaneously a blathering mess — slurring incomprehensible words and half-baked thoughts. All to which seemed on par with what Shinra normally mocked, so it assured that no bad karma, nor bad blood would arise.

    ”…it was the least I could do,“ Shizuo concluded what had been internal dialogue.

    Shinra focused on his assembly, "hmm~? I didn’t catch what you did." 

    "Drink.”

    “Then that wasn’t the least you could do, right? That would’ve been not drinking, since doing nothing is the less than something active.”

    Shizuo looked annoyed. “Meant I didn’t drink randomly, asshole. I did it ‘cause…” he spaced, pinched his nose. “…ugh, there’s a reason. Just…whatever.”

    “That’s fine, Shizuo. Your oldest friend doesn’t need an excuse for your impromptu visit. Especially since you’re granting me the honour of—”

    “Tom!” A heavy hand slammed on the table.

Shinra jumped — juggled a device, caught it by the tubular tail before it hit the floor.

    “E-ehh?” his pulse refused to steady.

    “Tom’s birthday. We went for drinks. 'Parently Vorona’s a heavyweight.”

    Shinra laughed, kind of embarrassed for his friend. “I don’t think that’s actually the term you’re going for…" 

    "She cheated.”

    “How so?”

    “She’s Russian.”

    “You’re honestly the type to play into stereotypes, Shizuo?”

    He groaned, “she shoved vodka on me. 'Don’t handle it well.”

    Of course, it’s some oddball connection, nothing offensive.

    “And she knew that?”

    “No.”

    “So it was more that you couldn’t handle the defeat!”

    The drunk grunted. “Ya wanna die?”

    Shinra waved in mercy, “no no! Let’s just move on!!”

     Though the more Shizuo spouted trash fragments, the more difficult it was for Shinra to sway his conscience that this was alright, as maybe the blood alcohol level was higher than he’d anticipated.

Every step of drawing blood was a joke to Shizuo. He laughed while his sleeve was rolled up, mocked the concentration Shinra wore while he struggled to stick the needle in; knocked the doctor’s glasses askew like a young brat that thought himself a slapstick comedian. 

    Unamused, Shinra adjusted his frames with a latex-free wrist. “Please stop.” 

    “I kinda felt bad. Told ‘im thirty was just a number,” he disrupted the blood-pull with a messy gesture.

    “Shizuo, why are you so animated?!”

    “He said he was twenty-seven! Whoops.” 

    “Yeah, you’re an idiot, we get it,” Shinra paused between a third attempt.     “Probably, haha.”

It was then that he noticed how flush his patient was; how boyish his crinkled features were, and how Shizuo’s jovial nature was too foreign to be anything but drunkenness. Blurredly he watched the other above half-mast lenses, but a thought with prescription clarity hit him in result of the study — the vision of a perturbed Celty demanding that her held out PDA be read.

    //It’s taking advantage of Shizuo!//     //!!! N-n-not in that way, p-pervert!//

It wasn’t actually Celty’s textual wisdom, but his own beratement spoken through her beautiful voice, that of course he’d long ago created for her in place of having none to speak with. It was a flurried dissuasion he wouldn’t follow without her image affixed, whether in physical or mental form.

Thus Shinra was defeated by his own imagination. 

    “Come on,” he sighed, “I’ll set you up on the couch for the night." 

    “Oh…uh, sure.”

Shizuo stumbled off the table and stabilised when a hand supported his back to send him along the path to the living room. As Shinra motioned his follow, he spotted a rolled bandage that he’d previously readied. 

His decade awaited experiment may have been a bust, but he had an idea that might give him a chuckle the next morning.

—

    The recovering drunk studied a cross at the crook of his elbow. It screamed at his memory bank in vibrant fuchsia; with consternation Shizuo recognised the bandage as he recalled swaths of highschool peers wore them after donating blood; an annual fashion accessory that Shizuo never got to sport — only ever able to bling the trash cans with broken needles.

That indicated only one thing in the present: he’d been pin-pricked by an advantageous prick, and he was hardly impressed with how Shinra tagged him without any recollection.

    "Oh! You’re up earlier than I thought you’d be,” the devil spoke at the doorway, audaciously donned his goofy grin, with a coffee mug in hand.

    “Shinra…” he growled, “wanna explain this?”

    “I’m curious to hear what you think it means! I wouldn’t be shocked if you’re either right or wrong.”

The silence grew stronger, Shizuo’s annoyance grew palpable, and for a split moment Shinra mused over the spontaneous prank.

    Perhaps I got tipsy off the atmosphere last night and made my own drunken regret…

Which he externalised as a solo ‘eep!’, a wild scramble upon slippery slipper footing; an aerial trail of coffee in his wake. 

To the carpet’s relief, the liquid was suspended mere inches above it, encapsulated in shadow. With luck, Celty formed it within a second’s notice as she was hastily passed by two scuttling idiots.

    “I’m innocent! Innocent, I swear!”

    “Like hell ya are!”

Celty puffed out air too exhausted for the early hours. 

    At least it’s spilt coffee and not blood spill.

—

    It took a few laps around the apartment for the duo to wind up on opposite couches in a truce. Celty, their moderator, sat close at Shinra’s side to prevent a young death.

    “You see, Shizuo, as you claimed you were in full control of your faculties, so I kindly decided to fulfill your request.” Shinra rubbed at a wallop injury at his crown. “which seemed a fair assumption since you weren’t acting any less intelligible than usual." 

He was forced to squint while Celty futzed with the bent plastic and metal of his glasses. 

    “Lucky you, I’m perceptive enough to notice little details which proved that you were, in fact, inebriated. I stopped before I collected any samples.”

Whether or not Shizuo’s grunt was an invitation for the rest of the schpeel, or if it was an indignant ‘fuck off’ made no difference.     “Feel free to leave a tip for my better judgement. I know it’s not customary for doctor visits, but I’m never too humble to decline monetary praise.”

A shadow placed glasses back on his nose, but he immediately let them slip back down when a glare across the table was in clear view. The hangover effect must of have worked mental lapses between Shizuo’s comprehension of insults, thus he remained in a slump with exhausted shadows below his cold eyes.

    "Yanno, that better be the treatment you give Celty, or so help me…”

    “A-ah, she can’t get inebriated in the first place, or drink for that matter—”

    “So you’d take advantage of her if she could??”

    “No, no! Never! If anything I want her to reveal her own desires to have me sweep her into fits of romance…” he darted his eyes from Shizuo’s disgust.

    ”…buuut I better let that topic be laid to rest.“

—

    "Honestly…I almost wish he’d just done it.”

    //Really?//

    Shizuo nodded in between takes of smoke, “maybe it’s about time I figure out what makes me…me. You know, so I can control myself better…or something.”

    //That’s a noble thing to do, Shizuo…//

He shook his head, wasted half of his cigarette when he extinguished it on the deck railing before he brushed ash into his hand.

    //Maybe do it when you’re sober, though. That way you can feel good about the decision to better yourself and not have it be a drunken decision you accept.//

    “You know,” he smiled, “I like that.”

It wasn’t odd that he agreed with Celty, it was that he wanted his abnormality to be experimented on by his dysfunctional friend; that he was finally ready to face the facts and learn how to work with his condition. Despite that realisation, it was best to ask Shinra with sobriety.

    “Might make him pony up the cash for my blood, though. It’s a hot commodity, right?”

Celty chuckled with a bob of her shoulders.

—

    “And that’s why I always trust my doctor’s instincts over Shizuo. In this case, causality didn’t result in my casualty and I can rest in peace standing six-feet above ground and not under it! Hmm…I should pay respects at the nearest shrine for good measure.

    “At anyrate, I’ll take advantage of the opportunity to showcase Celty’s handiwork of my repaired glasses, a token of her dedication and love for all to appreciate! Even if they’re imperfect, they’re perfect to me. So let’s think of this as a public service announcement, kids: don’t drink and make hasty decisions!”

—

AN: Shinra breaking the fourth wall is one of my favourite things; it’s delightful. (O´▽`o)~♡

Based on one of the headcanons I wrote for Shizuo in a character meme, except it’s a little goofier than when I wrote the HC. Probably because I made it primarily from Shinra’s perspective. \(=~=)/ Thank you, @monopsys for the inspiration to actually write this!

#kishitani shinra #heiwajima shizuo #celty sturluson #shinra kishitani #shizuo heiwajima #durarara #durarara!! #drrr #drrr!! #durarara fanfic #durarara fanfiction #celty #fanfic #fanfiction #gen fanfic #celty durarara #durarara headcanons #demytasse fanfiction #demytasse fanfics

[clown-bait]

Monster Family (Monster Roommate AU) CH5

Getting this part moving along before IT CH2 comes out. Leech is not a happy camper right now and Pennywise is in huge trouble. Protip: Don’t let the clown drink.

Pennywise stumbled back and howled in pain as leech stomped forward grabbing the other woman with a horrible shriek that could shatter glass. “Get you face off my clown bitch!” she hissed rearing a clawed hand behind her in striking position. The woman in question threw a pouch that burst into black smoke against the vampires face and trotted off leaving the couple to sort out the mistake.

"Who hit me?!" The eldritch snarled and swayed.

"I did you idiot!"

The clown groaned "Too many Peachies foul poison playing tricks."

"There's just one of me here jackass." The vampire spat and grabbed her mate by the ruff causing him to stumble.

"Hey Fangs when you get a minute we have good news and bad news!" Freddy called out to his friends and the vampires skeletal face hissed at him in warning.

"Oopssss?" The eldritch choked out trying to smile despite the claws now digging into his neck ruff.

"Yeah fucking oops! This is a big fuckin oops Pen!"

"L-love y-you?"

Leech's eye twitched before releasing him. The clown was still very cross faded and beating the deadlights out of him wouldn't really accomplish much at this point.

"I'm not happy." She huffed as she dragged him to a booth and away from the staring eyes of her fellow fiends.

"Mistkate." He snarled and fixed his ruff. "I made a mistake."

"You also owe me a crockpot." Leech mumbled as she carefully sat down hand on their trilling offspring who enjoyed the thrum of the bass from the speakers around them.

"Actually I won that back for ya! You lost the first round though." Freddy called to her holding up the coveted cookware. "You owe me big Fangs this thing is nice!"

“And now I owe the devil a favor fantastic.”

Pennywise's eyes went wide as he stared at her bump. "Peachy you're pregnant?!"

The vampire turned to her two companions "You let him drink more while I was playing didn't you."

"Hey he was just grabbing any colorful drink he saw! You try controlling a 6 foot murder machine like that"

"Did I...did I do this?" The clown chittered leaning over her stomach and poking it.

"Congrats again baby daddy." The vampire sighed and slumped back in her booth.

Pennywise swayed and stumbled a bit the room swam when he remembered all the events from the past few months. Then he stopped and turned to throw up into an ice bucket containing a very nice champagne bottle.

"JINGLES!" Chucky and Freddy shouted at once.

The clown made a face of disgust his long black tongue rolling out of his mouth. Before anyone could stop him he grabbed the bottle and chugged it down wiping his chin. The trio stared in disbelief.

"So did everyone believe that time?" Leech asked quietly. To which she got two nods. "Fuck."

"IS THIS A JOKE?" Someone shouted upon receiving the bucket of clown sick.

"Shit give me him." Leech hissed.

The vampire grabbed her dizzy mate and searched for his pantaloons for his pockets the clown made a husky growl groping at her rear.

"Oh! Well look at you tasty little treat what cha lookin for in ol Pennywise's pants hmm?"

"That wallet you perv, we need to pay off that champagne before I get banned from here….again."

"Suree it's not something else?" The drunk eldritch growled and groped her breast causing it to leak a bit. Leech snarled and swatted his hand causing the clown to actually yelp in pain.

"Uhh Fangs your tit is bleeding." Chucky winced at the dark patch of red on her shirt.

"Yeah it does that now." She growled and tossed her friends her boss' wallet.

"That’s….not normal?"

The vampire rolled her eyes and grabbed her clown's cheeks causing a spittle of drool to fall from his mouth as she turned his head. "Yeah dont expect normal when this is the father."

"Meee?" The clown giggled and grinned from ear to ear then hiccuped violently giggling some more.

It was hard to be furious with him when he genuinely didn't even know where he was and was a bouncing mess. Leech sighed to herself wishing she could be giggling with him. At least it would help her block out the image of the love of her life kissing some random witch out of her mind. Leech slumped back and rested her wrist on her forehead.

"Krueger move we're gonna take care of that ruined bottle service." Chucky nodded at his undead companion

"I just sat down I'm not movin for shit."

The doll growled and slapped the back of his head. "Move you idiot." He mumbled out through gritted teeth gesturing to their emotionally drained friend.

"What?"

"My god you're clueless give the chick and her moron some space." The doll kicked his companion till they were out of the booth "You get ten minutes Jingles. Fix it."

The clown blinked in confusion then turned to his mate noticing the very uncomfortable gap between them. "Peachy? Are you still mad?"

"What do you think?"

Pennywise giggled and slowly leaned past the gap letting gravity pull his massive head down till it bumped with hers. He then chuckled wildly with his big buck teeth sticking out over his lips. It was frankly adorable but Leech could still smell the woman he'd mistaken for her on his skin and she scowled instead.

"You're verry pretty! Pretty eyes, pretty skin, big pretty ears hehe!"

"That's not gonna work"

The clown slumped to the side dramatically and leech shifted her glare to the side refusing to look at him. Pennywise was relentless in his pursuit ever the hunter he was not giving up. His finger slowly inched toward her poking her nose and making a honking sound when he did. His vampire hissed and snapped at him in response. He snarled back at her and limply swatted in her direction falling forward over the table and growling in frustration. Leech finally found herself smiling at that. Her mate is a complete mess when drunk but he was definitely her mess. "Mmph" he groaned and twisted his spine so he was now facing the ceiling.

"Pen what are you doing?"

"Trying to get to you." He growled continuing to tie himself in knots until he felt a cool hand on his cheek. The clown stopped his fighting and melted to her touch that soothed his skin that was warm with drink.

"You're a full on disaster." Leech sighed and kissed his forehead. The clown instantly unfolded and shook then stared at her with a wide victorious grin on his face.

"You still have to make it up to me." The vampire crossed her arms over her chest but was quickly grabbed by her mate and hastily pulled from her seat.

"Pennywise where the hell are you taking-" Leech began to scold him but his grip was strong and the crowd of people on the dance floor was large. Somewhere in the mess of lumbering masked killers she no longer felt the warm soft glove on her wrist. Great she had lost her idiot again. The small vampire shoved her way through the other towering members of the crowd looking for a tuft of fiery hair that rose above the sea of gray and rot. A warm gentle hand touched her shoulder and a strangers raspy deep voice calmly asked her "You alright little lady? Not the best place to be lost." She turned to the unfamiliar person he reminded her a bit of a middle aged Johnny Cash with peppered gray hair and crystal blue eyes. "Well that's quite a cargo you're carrying miss why don't you come sit down."

"Im actually looking for my uh baby daddy. He had a bit too much and tried to dance with me until we got separated." Leech sighed and eyed the stranger wearily as he sat down. "I haven’t seen you here before who are you? Demon? Witch?"

The man chuckled and sipped a half full beer. "Just an old blues man here to visit a very old friend."

"..I...I should find my idiot."

"Sweetheart you put too much stress on that bun in your oven have a seat an' tell me what that boy looks like. I'll drag him back here by his ear."

Leech narrowed her eyes "You sure about that? He's the boogie man of Derry."

"You don’t say? So the critter has a heart after all! Who knew!" The man laughed "How did a pretty thing like you end up with a nasty bug like that?"

“He can be charming if he wants to.” The vampire chided as she cautiously sat down. It did feel better to be off her feet. Her body was strong but carrying eldritch half breeds take a lot out of a girl even an undead one. "Alright this is a bit better. Gotta love my shitty friends for ditching me."

"Don't expect the company here to look out for you." The man chuckled "I take it a little lady like you ain't that type either."

"Yeah I'm post deceased." Leech smiled removed her wig and pointed to her ears "Nosferatu. You?"

"Like I said just an old sinner passin through."

"Fair enough." Leech sighed and glanced to her left at the beaten guitar case "There a guitar in here?"

"What kinda blues man would I be if there weren't?"

"I just started playing again myself." She smiled "Not any good yet but I can do a bit of Zeppelin."

The man smiled and took another sip of his beer "So tell me darlin bout that nasty bug of your’s."

"Well truth be told I’m mad at him...he accidentally kissed another woman with the same hairstyle as me."

"Haha! Can't say I haven't been there myself! Has he ever drank? I admit I don't know much about him other than the whispers."

"It’s mostly my fault. I’d say we’re even now anyway." Leech smiled "I broke his nose."

They both laughed at that.

"FANGS!"

Leech's ears perked up at the sound of Chucky's voice then turned to the stranger. "That’s uh my friend I think I need to go."

"Go on darlin set things right with your nasty bug, he'll come around. I gotta set up cross the street soon anyway." The stranger patted his guitar case and raised his beer. "You take good care of yourself and them little ones."

Leech slowly got up and began to walk into the crowd looking back to wave but the man was gone. A sudden hand on her wrist startled her and Freddy found his throat in Leech's claws.

"JESUS FANGS ITS ME! Also who the fuck was that? Never mind, we uh probably should get out of here Jingles stole a designer lamp."

".....Why?"

"No idea.Think he's proposed to it three times now."

"I'm not getting banned from here again. Where is he?" She sighed and the dream demon pulled her along through the gathered crowd. Sure enough there he was the Monster of Derry himself declaring his undying love to a lampshade.

"Peachy, darling, my queen! Eternally mine! The deadlights hum only for you!" the clown twirled dangerously while trying to dance with the fancy appliance. He was clearly black-out drunk at this point and Leech was genuinely surprised that he hadn't fallen over.

"Hey Fred, please tell me you've recorded this."

"You kiddin?! I've already sent it to you."

"This is why we're friends." She smiled and patted his shoulder. Leech strode forward and pushed the appliance out of her mate's hands "That was a lamp Pen."

The clown blinked clearly blitzed out of his mind then fell back giggling and drooling.

"Oh." He chuckled. "Hi Peachy."

“Do you want to say something to me?”

“S-sorry.” he stuttered still grinning like an idiot.

"I think you've humiliated yourself enough tonight Ruffles." She sighed and pet his fluffy orange hair "I'll forgive you if you forgive me tomorrow when you inevitably try to kill me for the hangover." The clown nodded vigorously shaking his bells as he did. Her lips touched his softly and Pennywise sighed in ecstasy deepening the kiss. He was all teeth and drool but Leech didn't mind his sloppy drool filled kisses were her favorite anyway. "Wanna get out of here?" she breathed quietly as the crowd of people quickly began to leave in mild disgust.

Her clown smiled wide and grabbed his mate vanishing in a jingle of bells before anyone could protest. Leaving their two companions without a ride and a very heavy crockpot.

#pennywise #pennywise fanfiction #it fanfiction #slasher fanfiction #pennywise x oc #nosferatu oc #horror fanfiction #freddy krueger #chucky #monster roommate au

[laivineoasis30]

Contracts Chapter 12: 5 years later

pairings: JBxOC, MarkxOC, BamBamxOC, JacksonxOC

Warnings: kids being cute

5 years later:

There was commotion in the girl’s room, at the Tuan residence.  Mark looked over at his wife, and furrowed his brow. She shrugged her shoulders, and he refused to get up.  He lied his head back on her belly of five months, and closed his eyes.  His lips caressed her belly, and her fingers ran through his hair.

“Mommy,” Melody, one of their five-year-old twins, called.  “Mommy, can you do up the zipper?”

“Come in here, baby,” Kristie answered, looking at the door curiously. The little girl walked in, in a replica of Kristie’s wedding dress.  Kristie smiled.  “Why are you wearing that dress, baby girl?”

“Because it’s pretty,” she answered.

Two seconds later her sister, Chloe ran into the room too.  She was also wearing a replica of her mother’s wedding dress, and was jumping up and down, asking her dad to do up the zipper.  Mark kissed her forehead, and zipped her up.

“What are you two up to?” Mark asked, looking at his two daughters.

“You will receive an invitation presently,” Chloe said, before she giggled and ran off.  

Melody ran after her sister, and there was commotion again.  Suddenly, a square piece of paper was delivered to Mark and Kristie, via Im Juliet, Giselle’s daughter, and their twins’ best friend.  She smiled a holey smile at them and then turned and ran off.  

“You are cordially invited to come to the backyard for a surprise.  Please dress formally, and bring your appetite.”

Mark looked over at Kristie curiously.  She shrugged her shoulders.

“I don’t know what is going on, but you read that.  We need to dress formally.”

“Well, all right then,” Mark said, walking into the closet to put on his suit.

 There was a ringing that resounded through out the Im household.  Giselle answered the door, and was very surprised to find Jackson Wang Jr. smiling up at her.  He handed her a pink piece of paper, bowed very low, and then took off running in the direction of Kristie and Mark’s house.

“You are cordially invited to come to Aunt Kristie and Uncle Mark’s back yard for a surprise.  Please dress formally, and bring your appetite.”

“Jaebum!” Giselle called out, a smile on her face, recognizing her son’s handwriting.  “Your sons are inviting us over to Mark’s house for a surprise.”

“What?” JB asked, poking his head out from the kitchen.

“They want us to dress up.”

“Why do you encourage them?” JB asked, kissing the top of her head.

“Because imagination and creativity are essential in children’s lives.”

“Does that mean I have to wear my suit?”

“Yes,” Giselle answered, her hand disappearing under his hoodie to touch his stomach.  “Go change, so that we can go to Mark’s house.”

“Stop touching me, and I will.”

Giselle giggled, withdrawing her hand.

 “MAMA!” Jocelyn Wang shouted, as soon as she got through the door of her house.

“Child,” Ana answered, coming in from the kitchen.  “Do you have to shout loud enough that your ancestors hear you?”

Jocelyn giggled.  “Yes, cause nobody will listen to me, if I don’t.”

“She speaks truth,” Jackson’s voice found them.  “What did you want Princess?”

“To give you this,” she said, then turned around and ran out the door. “Don’t be late, parents!” she shouted.

“I swear, that child can be heard by astronauts in space,” Ana said, as she unfolded the paper.  “It looks like we’re being invited to the Tuan’s backyard by the children,” she said, looking up at Jackson.  “And we have to dress formally.”

“Nooooooo,” Jackson whined.

“Go get dressed,” Ana said, and Jackson shook his head.  “If you go and get dressed, in formal wear, Jackson, I will let you do anything that you want.”

Jackson’s eyes locked on Ana’s and he grinned.  “You should really be careful with your wording.  I accept.  Let’s get dressed.”

 BamBam was the one to answer the door, when the doorbell was rung.  Hyunki was standing there, a strapping young man of 10.  He smiled at his uncle, and handed him a folded piece of paper. BamBam furrowed his brow, but Hyungki shrugged.

“I told them it was a dumb idea, but they insisted.”

Hyunki waved, and turned to leave BamBam’s house.  As BamBam read the paper, he laughed.  He didn’t understand where in the world Mark’s and JB’s kids got their crazy imagination from, but whatever they were doing, it required formal wear.  If there was one thing BamBam and his wife were good at, it was formal wear.

“Babe!  Put on your best party dress!  We’re going to…some get together at Mark’s house!”

Jackie walked out of the living room, looking at him curiously.  “If this is at Mark’s house, why do we have to dress up?”

“It’s stated on the invitation.”

“I’m lost, but yay, dress up!”

 The guests arrived at the backyard.  Hyunki and Logan, Giselle and JB’s kids, showed everyone where to sit. Jinyoung looked up to see that his son, a very healthy 8-year-old boy, was standing at the top of the porch. The way that the guests were situated, the porch looked like a stage.

Once everyone was sitting down, a cute little song started playing.  Hyungwon looked behind everyone and smiled.  This caused everyone to turn around.  Junghyun and Melody were walking, slowly, up the center of the seating area.  They climbed the steps and stood to one side of Hyungwon facing each other.  Then Logan and Chloe started coming up the same route.  They stood on Hyungwon’s other side, also facing each other.

“We are here today, because these two groups of kids want to get married,” Hyungwon said, looking out at the people in the audience.

Mark stiffened, his eyes wide.  Excuse me? His daughters were up there on the porch preparing to get married without his consent.  What the shit was this!  Next to him, JB also stiffened up, staring at his sons wide-eyed.  Who exactly did these two little troublemakers think they were!  Both men made a move to get up, but their wives grabbed hold of their arms.

The “ceremony” started, and Mark turned to glare at Kristie.  “Let me go.  I’m putting a stop to this sham!”

“Mark, calm down.”

“Who do those two little devils think they are?” JB asked, looking at Giselle. “Let me go.”

“JB, please take a deep breath.”

“They can’t marry the first two little brats that come their way,” JB spat, pulling at Giselle’s hold on him.

“Excuse me?” Mark said, turning to glare daggers at JB.  “Those two little brats are my daughters.”

“Mark,” Kristie warned.

“JB,” Giselle matched Kristie’s tone.

“I don’t approve of them marrying the firsts little dogs that they come across either,” Mark retorted.

“What did you call my sons?”

The two ladies sighed.  Kristie looked up at their kids, and smiled.  “Will you please excuse us for a second?” she asked.

“Don’t you dare continue this ceremony until we come back.  We don’t want to miss our children’s wedding.”

Kristie grabbed Mark by the collar, while Giselle grabbed JB’s ear.  Even in heels Giselle was shorter than JB, significantly. Jinyoung cracked a smile as he saw JB stoop down, as Giselle dragged him away by the ear.  JB winced, and hissed in pain the entire way to Mark’s kitchen. Once Mark was on his feet, Kristie pinched the back of Mark’s arm hard, and he yelped in pain.  She pointed to where JB and Giselle were walking.  He refused to walk.

“If you ask for it, I WILL drag you off by the ear too.”

Mark looked down, and walked in the direction that JB and Giselle had gone.  A sigh from the back of the congregation had everyone turning around.  Yugyeom was shaking his head, a huge smile on his face.

“Leader of the Seoul Syndicate, and the deadliest assassin in the world, and they’re reduced to puddles in the face of their wives’ anger.”

“That’s because mob wives are scary,” BamBam said, before he could stop himself.

“Excuse me?” Jackie said, glaring at BamBam.

BamBam ducked his head, cleared his throat, and turned to look at Jackie. “Not you, queen,” he said, giving her a dashing smile.  “You are perfection, at its finest.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, her hands on her hips.  

“I love you, you know,” he said, kissing her forehead.  She rolled her eyes, and turned to the front.

 “What the hell is your problem?” Giselle asked, twisting JB’s ear.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he said, wincing.  “It hurts, it hurts.”

“Why are you being a jerk?”

“Our children are getting married!” Mark and JB shouted together.  

“Doesn’t it bother you!” Mark shouted.

“No, it doesn’t,” Kristie answered, a hand moving to her baby belly.

“Why the hell not?” Mark asked, his voice softening, as his hand moved to her belly too.

“Yeah, why not?” JB asked.

“Because they’re five,” Giselle answered, sarcasm dripping from her voice. “The marriage isn’t real.  It’s just a pretend marriage.”  She shook her head.  “They’re children!  Besides, I can think of worse girls for our boys to marry than the Tuan Twins.”

“Thank you,” Kristie said, smiling.  “And the Im boys are very polite and very respectable young men.  We would be lucky if our daughters married them.”

“Thank you,” Giselle said, smiling at her too.  “Now apologize to each other, and let’s go be dutiful in-laws to our kids.”

Both men pouted, and looked up at each other.  “Sorry,” they mumbled.

 After the ceremony, there was a reception, which consisted of cereal and milk, pudding, and chocolate milk.  Everything was provided by the catering service of Wang and Wang.  Jackson looked at the pudding and chocolate being provided very suspiciously.

“Jocelyn! Jessielle!  Is this our entire stock of pudding and chocolate!” he yelled.

“In order to provide the best for our first ever client, sacrifices had to be made!” Jocelyn yelled back.

“This was for school!” Jackson scolded.

“Sacrifices, daddy!” Jocelyn shouted back.  “If that means we don’t go to school, then we don’t go to school!”

“Oh, honey, you’re going to school,” Jackson said, putting his hands on his hips.  “But you’re not going to have a snack!  And when the teacher asks me why you’re so hungry at lunch, I’m going to say my entrepreneurial daughter sacrificed her snack for the sake of her friends’ marriages.”

Jocelyn’s little eyebrows knitted together as she stared at her father. She cleared her throat, and then she tilted her head to the side.  

“What’s interpers…interpin…what you said?” she asked, her voice back to normal.

Jackson tilted his head too.  “Entrepreneurial?” he asked, his voice back to normal too.  She nodded.  “It means that you have a mind for succeeding at your own business.”

“Aww, daddy!” she said, and launched herself into Jackson’s arms.

Ana rolled her eyes, before she turned to Jackie.  “This is why I’m the disciplinarian,” Ana said, before she turned to her two entrepreneurial daughters.  “Jocelyn!  Jessielle! You are replacing everything that you ‘sacrificed’ for this reception!  I don’t want to hear it!” she added, as her daughters were about to whine.

Nobody noticed, the quiet little Juliet Rose resting her head on Hyungwon’s lap. Nobody noticed how he ran his fingers through her hair.  When the noise level rose, nobody noticed that he took out his ear phones, placed them on her ears, and played a soft tune on his phone, so she wouldn’t be roused by the commotion.  That is, nobody noticed, but Jinyoung.

#got7 #mafia life #mafia au #arranged marriage #mark tuan #im jb #Jackson wang #park jinyoung #choi youngjae #bambam #kim yugyeom #fan fiction

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Part 2/3 of my Masterlist, a compilation of AU stories - with special mentions of “High School”, “College”, “Coffee Shop”,etc.!!

Also watch out for the other two parts:

Canon!verse/Canon Divergence

Alternate Universe: Supernatural Elements

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE:

A Single Kiss by whelvenwings

>> So did you kiss him?

Cas read Anna’s text message with a sigh, standing next to his bed in his pyjamas, only just woken up. He should never, ever have allowed his sister even the slightest of glimpses into his meagre dating life.

(Words: 4k)

A Different Kind of Fairy Tale by lemonsorbae

The best part about Castiel’s day is going to work among the books.

That is, until the mechanic walks through the door.

(Words: 6k)

A Man May Change by Hekate1308

Sam wishes he didn't hate the person his brother has become. He really does.

(Words: 7k)

All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter by aileenrose

Sam's too busy to pick up Sarah's engagement ring from the jeweler's.

Enter Dean. He minds just a little, and then not at all.

(Words: 8k)

Every Dog Has Its Day by aileenrose

Dean's new to Sioux Falls. In between meeting the mysterious Cas Novak, and helping save a puppy whose name they can't agree on, he thinks this place can become something like home.

(Words: 12k)

After Midnight by Winglesss

"How can you know you don’t like guys if you never tried to sleep with one?"

Dean can't get Sam's words out of his head so he goes and picks up a guy. It doesn't take long before he realizes how extremely lucky he was to find someone like Castiel.

(Words: 13k)

Understanding That Reference by Carrieosity

Castiel loves working in the library, except for the boring parts. When a string of complicated and entertaining questions begin to flow into his email box, courtesy of the "Ask-A-Librarian" reference service, he finds his boredom vanishing and being replaced with an increasing curiosity to learn who's behind them.

(Words: 16k)

So Glad We Made It by Annie D (scaramouche)

At twelve years old, Dean makes a friend, who becomes his best friend, who will eventually become the love of his life.

(Words: 16k)

Only You by cylobaby27

After John's death, Dean moves out to Palo Alto to be closer to Sam, who is studying at Stanford. Despite their proximity, the brothers barely have time to see each other between Sam's studying and Dean's two jobs, leaving Dean feeling tired and lonely. However, when he meets a slightly awkward and completely serious graduate student named Castiel, all of that changes.

(Words: 17k)

Sharing the Rain Dog by almaasi

When some asshole hits a dog with his car and drives off, the first two people on the scene are Dean and Castiel. Castiel's an FBI agent with a plane to catch, and he doesn't have time to take the dog to the vet. Dean's a musician, and he doesn't have the money. An agreement is reached: Dean goes, Castiel pays, and they'll exchange details and meet again to work things out. But who gets the dog? Sooner or later they're going to realise that having shared custody of one pitbull isn't ideal. She needs one home, not two. One stable, loving home...

(Words: 20k)

Once Upon A Time in a Disney Store by noxsoulmate

When Castiel Novak gets sick and loses his voice for a few days, he comes up with a clever trick to explain his lost voice to the kids in the Disney Store he works at. One little Mary Winchester, however, takes his note too serious and promptly starts a quest for his prince. Will her charming uncle be able to break the curse and be his one true love?

(Words: 23k)

Shut Up (Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is) by kototyph

Dean's done some pretty stupid things, but getting drunk-hitched in Vegas to a colleague he barely knows might just take the cake. His surprise husband, Castiel, is a little weird but likable despite that, and Dean figures they’ll go back to Boston, get a quiet annulment, and go their separate ways. Six weeks later, he’s still married to one of the strangest, most genuine and definitely most dangerously lov-- likable guys he's ever known. Dean doesn't know why or really even how it’s happening, but it’s getting harder and harder to remember that he has divorce papers to file.

(Words: 24k)

Wide Open Spaces by bellacatbee

Dean is supposed to drive Sam across country to his new job but, driving late at night, Dean runs them off the road onto farmland and straight into the side of a barn. Dean is arrested for dangerous driving and sentenced to community service, fixing what he broke at the farm.

At first, Dean just wants to finish and get the hell out of town, but to his surprise he finds himself drawn to Castiel Novak, the farm’s owner.

Castiel is unlike anyone else Dean has ever met. Dean begins to fall for him and for the quiet country life Castiel leads.

(Words: 23k)

Life In Pink by youaresunlight

At just 33 years old, Dean Winchester is one of the most sought-after wedding planners in the city. He’s chased his dream ever since he was a kid and is now on the brink of making partner at his firm. But the wedding that’ll make or break his promotion? Is his best friend Dr. Castiel Novak’s. It’s going to be the event of the season - unlimited budget, no expense spared - and it’s the kind of task that Dean has been waiting for… except he’s hopelessly in love with Cas.

(Words: 25k)

Back the Way You Came by tellthenight

Dean Winchester knows he has a lot going right in his life–good family, friends–but he can’t seem to let go of one nagging regret. He should have left while he had the chance. Instead, he’s stuck in place wishing for someone he’ll never see again.

Cas Novak never thought he’d end up here– back in his mother’s house, taking care of her medical decisions. He planned to take care of everything as quickly as possible and get back home–until he runs into a former classmate who insists that he should go to their 10-year reunion that weekend. Cas refuses the offer until he hears that Dean Winchester will be there.

(Words: 25k)

Cars, Cats & an Idiot by Serisia

Who would’ve thought that helping your brother buy a car could change your whole life? Certainly not Dean Winchester, but that’s exactly what happens, when he accidentally makes the blue-eyed car-salesman run away.

(Words: 26k)

Your Favorite Hello by jupiter_james

Accounts Manager Dean Winchester and CPA Castiel Novak have been working at the same large company for several months, only interacting through office IM. Then a typo on an expense report leads to an unexpected phone call that results in a simmering crush on both ends of the line, despite neither knowing what the other looks like. Office romances typically never work out, especially when one of them has a slightly bad (though undeserved) reputation, and the other has a slightly bad track record with lovers. But their first face-to-face meeting at the company Christmas party makes them both willing to give it a go. Through a whirlwind romance, Dean wonders if they're moving too fast, and Castiel worries that he's opening himself up for another devastating heartbreak. Together, it turns out that sometimes good things do happen.

(Words: 28k)

The Inescapable Dean Winchester by gefhrlich

Castiel has been infatuated with Dean Winchester since he was fifteen years old. And despite the years that pass, he just can’t shake the man. Then again, he isn’t sure he wants to.

(Words: 30k)

Peanut Butter-Pumpkin Wedding Cake by Sparseparsley

Dean is a waiter in a strip club to put his kid brother through school. Castiel is dragged to the club as a part of his sister Anna's bachelorette party. Dean and Cas hit it off, but Dean thinks Cas is the one marrying Anna.

(Words: 31k)

Freebies and Oak Trees by violue

It’s just a joke. Dean adding Castiel Novak to his “Celebrity Freebie” list is just a joke. Dean has a girlfriend, and besides, it’s not like he’s ever going to meet Castiel, let alone sleep with him. Right?

(Words: 32k)

First Gentleman Wanted by youaresunlight

President of the United States Castiel Novak is popular, charismatic, and knee-deep in campaigning for a second term. He’d be the ideal candidate if it weren’t for the fact that he hasn’t dated once while in political office. With his opponent’s relentless PR team calling him incapable of emotional commitment, Castiel’s staff decides to remedy the situation by finding their boss a fake, picture-perfect boyfriend. And when Dean Winchester enters the scene, he and Cas become America’s new favorite couple, except they’ve got a whole lot of history between them and complicated feelings to resolve.

(Words: 32k)

Prosopagnosia by misseditallagain

“I could turn around right now and I wouldn’t be able to spot you out of a lineup. There is nothing remarkable about you I could identify and say: there, that is Dean.”

“So you mean I’m not just another pretty face?”

(Words: 33k)

Boys Will Be Boys by im_an_idjit

Since the age of ten, Dean Winchester has been the bane of Castiel's existence.

(Words: 37k)

Just for the Holidays by Fallen_Angel_Meg

After going through some tough times, Jess, Castiel's best friend, decides the best thing for him to do is to get away for Christmas. She secretly signs up their shared house on a home exchange website and it doesn't take long for them to get some interest. Castiel ends up trading houses with Sam Winchester, despite his hesitations to do so. So now Castiel has to spend his Christmas alone in Lawrence, Kansas. Which isn't so bad because Castiel is looking for some alone time right now, not wanting to get romantically involved with anyone. That is, until he meets Dean Winchester and things get complicated.

(Words: 42k)

Run Boy Run by DarcyDelaney

Cas likes to run. He likes that it’s something he can do alone whenever he wants, something to clear his head and decrease his anxiety. All that changes when his sister, Anna, volunteers him to be a guide for a blind runner who wants to participate in the Boston Marathon. Cas is completely, totally, 100% against this at first, but once he meets said runner, the snarky and (if Cas is being honest) ridiculously attractive Dean Winchester, he starts to have a change of heart. Maybe running with a partner won’t be so bad after all.

(Words: 42k)

Return to Sender by aileenrose

"He's going to let Cas do this thing for him--he's going to let Cas make him so fucking happy." In the first year after Dean loses his brother, Jess comes up with an idea. She wants to meet Cas Novak, the man who has Sam Winchester's heart in his chest.

(Words: 47k)

The Complete Works of Emmanuel Allen by violue

Dean Winchester, reluctant business owner, reluctant home owner, and reluctant cat owner, is striking up a very promising friendship with the author of his favorite book series.

And he has no idea.

(Words: 56k)

Strangers on a Bus by Terene

Castiel is flummoxed. This is a social situation he is not equipped to handle. What is the protocol when the stranger sitting next to you on a bus, whom you incidentally find very attractive, falls asleep with his head on your shoulder?

(Words: 60k)

Twenty First Century Blues by thepinupchemist

When John Winchester dies, Dean and Sam pack up their lives in Lawrence and make a new home in Sioux Falls. Despite a rough start, both brothers find love in unexpected places, and for once it feels like life might be going right for the Winchesters.

Then one of Sam's classmates turns up dead, and everything falls to pieces. The people of Sioux Falls start to suspect the new arrivals -- and as more bodies turn up, the suspicion only grows.

(Words: 62k)

Accidental First Date by Powerfulweak

Dean's date cancels on him at the last minute. Luckily, the stranger in the waiting area is willing to share a table with him.

(Words: 65k)

Forget-Me-Not Blues by noangelsinthegarrison

Sam and Jess are getting married and Dean couldn’t be any happier for them. Honestly, they’re kind of disgustingly perfect for each other and Dean’s pretty damn excited about staying with them the week before the wedding. He’s Sam’s best man, of course, and he doesn’t even mind that Jess has her own best man to share in all the organisational duties. The more the merrier, right?

Except Dean must have done something to epically piss off the universe because Jess’s best man just happens to be Castiel friggin’ Novak. He’s got even hotter since High School, but apparently no friendlier and if Cas wants to spend the week pretending like they’ve never met before? Fine. Two can play at that game.

(Words: 69k)

You're The Only Stranger I Need by lyndsie_l

When Castiel receives a text from a stranger, he finds himself engaging in conversations daily. He's drawn to the outgoing college student and longs to interact with the other man as often as he can. Slowly, he finds himself falling in love with the other and can't imagine ever meeting a more beautiful person.

The only problem?

He's never actually met this other man.

(Words: 70k)

Angel Cookies by noxsoulmate

“On Christmas Eve, if you eat Angel Cookies right before bed and then dream of your one true love, he will be your destiny.”

The Shurley clan sure believe their old family legend, but not Castiel James – not since he was a pudgy teenager, running down the church aisle on Christmas Day, trying to stop his very handsome and very straight teacher Dean Winchester from marrying someone else. He may be grown-up, well-toned, bestselling Young Adult’s book author “C. S. James” now, but Castiel will never forget that day. And he’ll never fall foolishly in love again, especially not for Dean Winchester.

But when the wish for a big family Christmas from his sick father brings him back home, Castiel has to confront his past. And not only that: a letter from a little fan from his home town is weighing heavy on his conscience. Reaching out to a troubled kid might endanger his secret identity. Adding to the problem is the shock of discovering that Dean is the little girl’s father – unattached and hotter than ever. Dean’s smile still makes Castiel melt, but Castiel knows that ship has sailed. The fact that Dean seems to be on board this time, however, doesn’t make it any easier for him.

(Words: 74k)

Never Not Fantastic by thestoryinsideme

When television star Dean Winchester makes a stop at the Rogue Wave Cafe, owner Castiel Novak initially takes notice - and exception to - the celebrity's presence in the all-but-forgotten beachside town where the age of the average resident is sixty-five.

(Words: 76k)

Should've Just Asked by Annie D (scaramouche)

Despite their age gap and differing social circles, Castiel has struck up a warm friendship with Mary Winchester, a wealthy widowed socialite. When Castiel needs a place to stay, Mary invites him into her house, where there’s loads of spare room. Castiel’s aware that they make an odd pair, but he doesn’t fully realize how things look to outsiders, especially to Mary’s eldest son. All Dean Winchester sees is that his mom has apparently hooked up with a hot young guy (who is totally Dean’s type) and that makes things… weird.

(Words: 78k)

Win A Date With Dean Winchester by FollowingButterflies

When Hollywood actor Dean Winchester gets caught up in a scandal that could threaten his career if exposed by the press his agent draws up a deal with the press. They won't expose the story if they can run a competition offering a date with Dean as the prize. Everything is fine until Dean meets the winner, Anna Milton, and her brother Castiel who Dean can't seem to stop staring at or thinking about despite the fact that Castiel clearly thinks Dean is a talentless moron.

(Words: 80k)

The Unwavering Heart of a Winchester by violue

There’s no point in mincing words. Sam is dead, and without him Dean is a drunken shell of who he used to be. When he finally pulls himself out of a growing pile of whiskey bottles, Dean finds it hard to go back to his life. With one flippant comment from a friend, Dean thinks he might finally have a way to make peace with the loss; Sam was an organ donor, and Dean’s going to find the recipients, talk to them, and see how their lives are better because of his little brother. For the first six stops on his road trip, things go mostly according to plan, and then he meets the man who has Sam’s heart. Dean had hoped he might find peace on this trip… he never expected to find love.

(Words: 87k)

The Way to a Man’s Heart is Through Chlamydia by violue

Dean doesn't expect to see his one night stand again, but then again he also doesn't expect to find out he has an STD. Sometimes life is hilarious like that.

(Words: 89k)

Imperfect Proposals by Fallen_Angel_Meg

Dean Winchester has a dream of being a successful architect- one that may or may not be out of his reach. So when he receives a promising job at Designs of Divinity, a reputable architectural firm, he is beyond happy. It's everything he could ask for. Sure, he may only be the assistant of Castiel Novak, a well known architect and project manager, but he doesn't even care. It's a start. It isn't until he starts working for Castiel that he realizes the guy isn't exactly who he thought he'd be, and his dream job turns into a living hell. Dean decides he's had enough when Castiel denies him time off to attend his brother's wedding. But just when Dean thinks it can't get any worse, he finds out that he's being forced to marry Castiel to keep him from being deported. Fan-friggin'-tastic.

(Words: 111k)

Clean Air by anactoria

Centuries after the surface of the earth was devastated by an unknown disaster, the remnants of humanity live in a series of vast underground silos, each unaware of the existence of the others.

For the inhabitants of Silo 34, the silo is the world, and the only world they know. Questions about the outside world are forbidden, and asking them is what got Dean Winchester's parents killed. He isn't even sure himself that they weren't crazy.

That all changes when he hears a voice on the radio -- a voice from another world.

(Words: 122k)

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ALTERNATE UNIVERSE: HIGH SCHOOL

Blackboard Painting in the Dead of Night by whelvenwings

Cas thinks that the school's latest idea of getting students to write their thoughts on a huge, public blackboard is... well, black-boring, until someone replies to his angry scribbling. Several bad puns and some Kant quotations later, Cas may finally meet the mysterious messenger who anonymously turned his life upside-down.

(Words: 4k)

Sometimes It Works Out by messtiels

Castiel Novak is your average teenager, with the exception of being casually brilliant. His longtime crush, Dean Winchester, is the attractive, charismatic, and overall popular guy in high school. As unexpected situations arise, Castiel is faced with the challenge of overcoming his self-doubt, and at the same time he is completely clueless.

(Words: 9k)

flour in your hair by cassiewrites

Dean and Cas are paired up for a project in Home Ec in which they have to take care of a "flour baby" for a week.

(Words: 10k)

It's Always the End of the World Somewhere by Annie D (scaramouche)

The status quo is this: Dean is the popular captain of the football team, and Castiel is the off-kilter nobody who doesn't so much as breathe the same air as Dean. Then senior year happens and the status quo is shot to smithereens.

(Words: 21k)

In This Secluded Spot I Respond As I Wouldn't Dare Elsewhere by RhymePhile

It's 1995, and Castiel's high school years are destined to be difficult: home-schooled until eighth grade, he is awkward, shy, and socially inept. The weird kid with the funny name would rather isolate himself and draw in his sketchbook than deal with the constant bullying he faces every day. Things only get worse in his junior year when he excels in home economics class, leading the captain of the baseball team, Alastair, to start taunting him for being gay.

Then new student Dean Winchester arrives at Flour Bluff High School, sharing many of Castiel's classes. Castiel has seen his type before -- handsome, athletic, arrogant, and sure to be the most popular kid in school. But Castiel eventually learns that he and Dean have more in common than he thought, and they form an unlikely friendship.

(Words: 34k)

Count On Me by swoopswoop

Castiel Novak is an unpopular kid at school, his brother’s reputation the only thing keeping him from a regular beating, but not the occasional shove. When one other person in the school helps him out, it inadvertently starts a marathon game of IOU.

(Words: 41k)

Exalted in the scene by zation

John decides that his boys needs some goddamn education and makes them settle down in a small town while he keeps on hunting. Dean is reluctant at first but then he meets school punching bag Castiel Novak and suddenly things are starting to look up.

Or,

The one where Dean tries desperately to save the one damsel in distress who turns out to be more than reluctant at the prospect of being saved.

(Words: 50k)

Look Right Through Me by darkforetold

It’s his senior year in high school and Dean cares about little else than what makes him feel good. When an unexpected tragedy strikes his family, it shatters his world. Heartache tears at him while guilt worms through the wounds—and only a second chance can set him on the road toward healing. As his world reshapes, Dean rediscovers the importance of family, transcends loss and chooses something he never expected to find: love.

(Words: 53k)

Suburban War by squeemonster

Moving to Lawrence with his family is the most significant event of Dean Winchester's life. It brings a stability he's never known, and the only thing to have more of a profound impact on him is Castiel Novak: the two boys become fast friends the day they meet. But as Dean grows older, he dreams for something beyond the monotony and constraints of suburbia, and he is haunted by the inexplicable feeling that he was born for something more than what this life offers. As he struggles to reconcile the person he yearns to be with what his family and friends expect of him, a fateful choice exposes just how fragile his life in the suburbs is, and possibly risks losing the best friend he's ever had.

(Words: 105k)

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ALTERNATE UNIVERSE: COLLEGE

Perfect Imperfections by youaresunlight

Castiel Novak is a graduate student teaching Intro to Calculus. He’s hard-working and awkward and shy, tends to avoid the gossip among his students, though he can’t help but pay attention when they bring up the assistant coach of the rugby team.

(Words: 3k)

Please Leave a Message by StarlightDragon

During his first semester of college, Dean Winchester slowly falls for a guy he’s never seen and never met, through a series of messages exchanged between the two of them on the whiteboard pinned to Castiel’s dorm room door.

(Words: 12k)

The Graveyard by amarillogrande

“Okay, look. You finish it, then you stick it up on top of the shelves. And then…well, the bottle is there to remind you. Hence the name—“ Dean spreads his arms, indicating the endless rows of glass. “The graveyard.”

Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak are best friends, living together for the past two years and about to graduate in the spring. It might take a visit from Dean's little brother to get them to realize just exactly how they feel about each other.

(Words: 19k)

TutorMate by faeryn

Sam leaves Dean's laptop logged in to some app called "TutorMate" and Dean meets his brother's tutor. Cas helps him with his own work and they strike up a friendship. Before long Dean finds himself growing attached to the cute, clever Cas and flirtatiously suggests they go on a date if he applies himself to his college work. Cas agrees, but Dean discovers his online friend is not quite what he expected.

(Or, in which Dean thinks he's met a cute girl and finds out he's actually met a cute boy.)

(Words: 21k)

Inevitable Homoeroticism in Spanish Romantic Heroes by prosopopeya

Dean is a grad student studying for his MA in Spanish literature, and he’s pretty content with his sexuality as it is -- that is, fairly undefined and also secret. His attraction to Castiel, a professor to the undergrads, doesn't seem like a big deal until it becomes a very big deal, and Dean scrambles to keep his head above water.

(Words: 42k)

Your Call Cannot Be Completed As Dialed by eBob, K_K_TiBal

AU in which Castiel accidentally sends a text message to the wrong number and befriends the person at the other end of the line. However, accidents don’t just happen accidentally, and sometimes two completely different people are exactly what the other needs.

(Words: 65k)

Free to Be You and Me by same_space

Coffee Shop!AU and University!AU rolled into one. Castiel Novak is the introverted English Literature major at the University of Kansas. Dean Winchester is the elusive cool guy who happens to work in Castiel's favourite coffee shop. This is how they meet, and this is how Anna and Crowley play cupid.

(Words: 70k)

All the Way by cadignan, Guu

Castiel spends the first two weeks of college in much the same way he spent the previous years: alone with his books. He’s fine with it—he enrolled in college to learn, after all. Then in his first chemistry lab, he has the bad luck of being paired with snide, good-for-nothing Ruby, and the further misfortune of sitting behind Dean Winchester, the world’s most beautiful distraction. Ruby catches Castiel staring at Dean and makes him an offer.

(Words: 81k)

Hear You Me by through_shadows_falling

Castiel is a college graduate stuck in two dead-end, part-time jobs. Oh, and he's Deaf...which to his oldest brother Michael makes him something to constantly fret over. It's not Castiel's fault that he doesn't know what he wants to do with his life, right? Not like it's Michael's business anyways.

Enter Dean Winchester. A chance encounter with the man has the power to change Castiel's life - and in the end, maybe, just maybe, it will help him finally understand and accept who he is and what he's meant to do.

(Words: 84k)

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ALTERNATE UNIVERSE: TEACHER

What is Love? by regardinglove

When Dean’s students ask him about what it means to be in love, he gets quite the awakening about his own feelings for a certain blue-eyed teacher.

(Words: 2k)

Chili Peppers by justanothersong

Dr. Winchester hears an off hand comment from one of his students and find himself browsing a website dedicated to rating university professors. He's not surprised by his rating -- but is a little miffed to see the department chair has an even better one. Clearly, something needs to be done about this.

(Words: 13k)

Before I Can Breathe Easy by ShastaFirecracker

Castiel Novak, anthropology professor and recent divorcee; a half-drunk hookup with the bartender from his brother's bachelor party; cue the morning after, with full attendant nudity, awkwardness, walking into doors, and running into one of his students at the worst possible time.

(Words: 14k)

Learning Curve by mtothedestiel

Dean is a pre-school teacher and Castiel Novak is his new student's intriguing guardian. They both know the sacrifices that come with caring for others, but, over time, they learn what it means to want something for themselves.

(Words: 38k)

Try-Something Tuesday by almaasi

Human AU. Dean Winchester teaches a third-grade class. He's new to this whole ‘bisexual’ thing - but by pure happenstance, he meets Castiel: a particularly dapper male librarian who moonlights as a substitute teacher. Dean's curious and Castiel is willing, so why the hell not?

Except, fate never intended it to be one-time-only...

(Words: 48k)

Easy Now, With My Heart by casfallsinlove

Dean Winchester is a kindergarten teacher. Castiel Milton is a writer slash works-in-a-coffee-shop. He also happens to be the extremely hot one-night stand that Dean never intended to see again other than in his own fantasies (he’s classy like that). But suddenly Cas is everywhere and Dean is convinced that Fate is out to get him. And maybe they do this thing backwards, but that doesn’t have to mean they can’t make it in the end, right?

(Words: 50k)

Crossroads State by Mercy

Castiel has a nice predictable structured life teaching high school, even if he happens to be overqualified for it. Then this guy moves in around the corner and literally knocks him on his ass.

(Words: 51k)

Like Real People by charvelle

Dean Winchester is a respected literature teacher at Lawrence's best private school, yet he feels like he's still a complete and utter travesty of a human being. Months after his father's death, he's yet to come to terms with the negative impact John Winchester had on his life. Though he's determined never to admit it, the only thing Dean's ever wanted was an Apple Pie Life: it's something that's been dangled in front of his face, though he's certain he could never deserve it.

While Dean struggles to come to terms with the isolated, lonely life he's made for himself, a disruption comes in the form of Castiel Novak, Lawrence Private's newest faculty member. Those blue eyes and raspy voice are things Dean can't ignore for long, and when he's forced to stop fighting his affections, Dean finds his lonely life turned upside down.

Is it possible he could deserve an Apple Pie Life after all?

(Words: 135k)

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ALTERNATE UNIVERSE: DOCTOR/NURSE

Recovery In Room 233 by eshcaine

Sam is in the hospital and a bored fidgety Dean means trouble for the nursing staff. Luckily, Balthazar has something that will keep Dean occupied.....

(Words: 11k)

Nothing to Moan About by Hippivickyx

Doctors Dean and Castiel don't get along, before tragedy forces mostly Castiel to reevaluate.

(Words: 12k)

Chasing Life by zerostumbleine33

Castiel is the perfusionist on call when a young college kid, Sam Winchester, is brought in with Acute Respiratory Distress and needs to be put on an emergent life support machine called ECMO. His brother Dean is there with him every day, and along the way he forms a surprising bond with Castiel.

Afraid of hospital rules and his own self doubts, Castiel keeps their relationship strictly in the friendship area, wary of losing his job as he falls hard for a patient’s family member, that he is pretty sure isn’t into men anyway. Either way, it’s against the rules and he’s not about to break them.

(Words: 18k)

It's Only Love We're Falling In by zeppx

Human AU. Castiel is a nurse. Dean isn’t a very pleasant person. Castiel and Dean don’t get along at first, then, naturally, like in most romantic comedies, things happen. Like unwillingly falling in love.

(Words: 19k)

Dean Goes to the Doctor by thatwriterlady

When Dean wakes up one morning feeling like he swallowed razor blades and his skin is on fire he figures he'd deal with it, but when he coughs up blood he makes the reluctant decision to head in to see his doctor, except his doctor has retired. The new doctor that has taken over his practice is the one and only Castiel Novak, and Dean finds the new doctor more interesting than he wants to, and somehow this doctor gets Dean to come in again. Shortly after meeting the new doctor he gets injured on the job and lands himself in the hospital in need of surgery. The handsome doctor comes to see him and sweet fluffiness ensues.

(Words: 21k)

The City Doctor by palominopup

Dr. Dean Winchester is on his way from LA to New York to start a new practice. He drives through a small town in Kansas and causes a traffic accident. The town sheriff serves him a citation and he has to appear in traffic court. The judge sentences him to six weeks of community service – helping the town’s elderly doctor. Culture shock ensues. Enter, Cas Novak, the town’s large animal vet.

(Words: 36k)

Preacher Comfort by almaasi

Dean Winchester works as a nurse at an after-hours medical clinic. He's a champion at what he does, but for him, professionalism has its pitfalls: good-looking patients make him flustered. Luckily, his fly-by-night infatuation evaporates within minutes, since most patients only swing by once. Castiel (fondly known as Bee Sting Guy around the clinic) is one of those iniquitously handsome fellows – and he keeps coming back. He's also a Catholic priest, 94% asexual, and in need of the tender love that happens to be Dean's speciality.

(Words: 43k)

What I Need by Jacqueline Albright-Beckett (xaandria)

A joking phrase commonly heard between a surgeon and his tech is "Give me what I need, not what I ask for." Dr. Novak and his tech Dean will soon learn the impact this phrase has on life outside the operating room.

(Words: 47k)

Your Very Own Doctor Sexy by words_reign_here

It's an easy and average life for Dean Winchester. He worked hard, helped Sam and Ruby through law school while helping Bobby expand his garage. There isn't much to want until a car crash changes Dean down to the very core of who he thought he was. Working closely with the Novak brothers, all doctors, changes his life in a way he can't account for.

(Words: 51k)

Vital Signs by emmy_award, hubrisandwax

The nurse grinned again and it did something odd to Castiel’s stomach. Too many Lucky Charms, he rationalized. Lucky Charms and pain meds don’t mix.

“I’m Dean. And I’ll be your nurse this evenin’.”

(Words: 67k)

Any Little Heartbreak by followthattardis

Dean Winchester knows everything there is to know about the human heart.

Well.

Anatomically speaking.

(Words: 77k)

Carried Away by charmedcas

Living in New York City, Dean Winchester's life consists of working as a pediatric nurse, leaving little room for free time. His best friend and roommate, Castiel Novak, happens to be a surgical resident at the same hospital that Dean works at. Even though they see a lot of each other, the two of them have learned to coexist with ease.

When the annual fundraising gala becomes the talk of the hospital, it only makes sense for both of them to pretend they're together to kill two birds with one stone. The gossip about them finally stops, and no one tries to set them up with a date for the gala. It's easy enough for Dean and Castiel to act like a couple at first. However, they each end up getting more than they signed up for as the line dividing what's fake and what's real between them blurs.

(Words: 82k)

Lead By Your Beating Heart by FollowingButterflies

After a night of celebrating (heavy drinking) with his brother surgical intern Dean Winchester discovers that his resident, talented Cardio surgeon Castiel Novak, is...well a huge douche bag...kind of hot but still a huge douche bag. A douche bag that he's stuck with for the rest of the year, that's if he survives the year without Castiel killing him and making it look like an accident. So why is it that an easy friendship forms between the two men that swiftly becomes something Dean never expected to find when he moved to Chicago.

(Words: 113k)

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ALTERNATE UNIVERSE: POLICE/FIREFIGHTER

Keep Calm by NuwandaSnicket

When Castiel's cat escapes up a tree, he has no choice but to call the fire department. Unfortunately for him, they send the sexiest fireman they have. Or is it fortunately?

(Words: 3k)

Burning Up for You, Baby by you_idjits

The Kansas City Police Department has always had a friendly rivalry with the Kansas City Fire Department, sure, but Castiel Novak has never been friendly. No, Castiel Novak is The Enemy.

“He has to be stopped,” Dean says, “and I have to be the one to do it.”

Or, the one where Dean is a policeman and Cas is a firefighter, and they get into a dangerous prank war.

(Words: 5k)

Follow You by youaresunlight

Detectives Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak are assigned to a stakeout that’ll confine them to a hotel room for ninety-six hours. And as if it isn’t hard enough being cooped up together that long, Dean has to be head over heels for Cas and can’t stop thinking about kissing him.

(Words: 5k)

Muted Angels by geckoholic

There's nothing worse than a case involving dead kids, at least in the book of Detective Dean Winchester. It's just his luck that his partner is the lieutenant's favorite, and she chooses to give them the high-profile murder case of a dead girl from the suburbs. More deaths follow, and the two of them get sucked into the world of religious cults and ritualistic murders. In the face of that, Dean's feelings for aforementioned partner are the least of his problems.

(Words: 14k)

Secondhand Angel by cylobaby27

Castiel Novak owns a small used bookstore in Lawrence, Kansas. He is content with the peace and quiet of his current life, and can't imagine allowing anything to change that. Then Dean Winchester enters his shop.

(Words: 24k)

At First Sight by MayaAodhan

For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.

Blinded in the line of duty as a decorated police officer, Castiel Novak now teaches classes at Washington State University as an Associate Professor.

Detective Dean Winchester comes to find Castiel to tell him that a violent criminal he once arrested is now getting out on parole. Instantly attracted to Castiel, Dean finds himself in a difficult position when he must protect the very man he is falling in love with.

(Words: 24k)

Bratishka: Little Brother by Valinde (Valyria)

Dean thinks he knows pretty much everything there is to know about his best friend Castiel Novak - he's a smart, gorgeous DA who probably lets Dean get away with more than he should to see the bad guy locked up - but it turns out Cas is hiding some dark family secrets.

(Words: 33k)

Show Me Your Badge, And I'll Show You My Gun by avidffreader

Dean had become an officer at Lawrence KS Police Department, with kid brother Sam as a lawyer at the federal level. The motto on criminals was simple: Dean takes them out, Sam puts them away.

Not even the addition of a socially awkward blue-eyed evidence technician puts a dent in Dean's system. It all works fine and dandy, until the Morning Star Corporation starts trouble.

(Words: 60k)

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ALTERNATE UNIVERSE: KIDS

When Life Takes An Unexpected Turn by thatwriterlady

Dean is a single dad to three year old Ava and it's them against the world. Dean hasn't had much success in relationships as people aren't thrilled by the fact that he has a child. When he enrolls Ava in a toddler ballet class at the suggestion of Charlie he finds someone that just might be answers to his prayers.

(Words: 14k)

To Find a Family by linasane

When Dean's little brother gets taken away, he's expecting the fight that ensues. He's expecting the stress that comes from separation, expecting to do all he can to get Sammy back from whatever awful foster family he's been placed with. He's not expecting Castiel Novak.

(Castiel, in turn, isn't expecting his first foster child - five years old and angry - to be the one that leads him to the family he's always wanted, but life has a funny way of working itself out).

(Words: 26k)

In Three Days: A Memoir by Castiel Shurley by glassclosetcastiel

Family and parenting advice writer Castiel Shurley is on the verge of syndication with his weekly column, Fix My Family. The problem? His husband is dead and he can barely handle their three daughters alone.

When the four take a trip to Castiel’s childhood home in Rhode Island to spend a long weekend with the entire Shurley family, Castiel meets an intriguing, incredible man who could change everything. But when Castiel finds out who Dean really is, the family drama just gets worse.

The only way to overcome will be for Castiel to own up to his mistakes and take his own advice- listen to his daughters- and admit that maybe it is possible to fall in love in just three days.

(Words: 33k)

Daddy Needs a Date by caswinchesterbaby

Castiel Novak loves his daughter, Grace, with all his heart. When their dark past threatens to catch up with them, the pair is forced to make an escape from Boston and move to rural Lawrence, Kansas. Grace is enrolled in Mr. Dean Winchester’s second grade class, and things go smoothly. But are there surprises ahead of them? Can Cas keep his small family together? He sure hopes so.

(Words: 85k)

Say Something by JhanaMay

No matter how difficult he can be, Dean loves his son. Raising him alone after his mother died hasn't been easy, but with the support of his family and friends, Dean has made it work. Now that Ben is starting kindergarten, Dean hopes that he can finally relax a little, but the challenges Ben faces at school make Dean realize that their struggles are just beginning. When Ben is assigned a new support teacher, Dean finds that Ben isn't the only Winchester who has a problem dealing with change.

(Words: 250k)

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ALTERNATE UNIVERSE: COFFEE SHOP/BAKERY

Afternoon Delights by snarkymonkey

Castiel has just moved to Lawrence, Kansas and the nearby café has the strangest sign out front.

(Words: 2k)

Benny Doesn't Partake In Audience Participation by Niitza

In which Benny owns a coffee shop and has a pie addict as well as a weirdo in a trench-coat among his regulars.

(Words: 2k)

Coffee & Donuts by betts

“It’s not competition, Sam. That place sells overpriced coffee and tea, and calls it something fancy to justify the price. And they probably serve shitty, gluten-free, vegan-happy pastries that taste like sod, too. We sell doughnuts. That’s all there is to it.”

But that wasn’t all there was to it.

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Wherein Dean and Sam Winchester inherit their father's donut shop, some tattooed hipster named Cas opens up a coffee joint across the street, and chaos ensues in the form of too many pastry-related puns.

(Words: 10k)

I Like You (Like Me) by Carmexgirl

Dean’s the owner of his own pretty successful coffee shop, and he’s absolutely, totally not in love with the hot accountant guy who comes in every day. He’s way out of his league. Isn’t he?

(Words: 11k)

Sweet Tooth by DarcyDelaney

Dean had just expected to tag along to Sam and Jess’ cake tasting for their wedding and get free food. That’s it. The last thing that he’d been prepared for was to meet a ridiculously attractive blue-eyed baker with messy hair and rusty people skills who he’d almost immediately start falling for, but sometimes those things just happen.

(Words: 14k)

Pie in the Sky by PrinceMalice

Pie is more than something sweet. Pie is home.

(Words: 14k)

Cooking with Gas by WinJennster

Castiel Novak has it all. He's rich, famous, has a top rated cooking show and restaurant, drives an expensive car and wears Armani.

His producer throws a contest to spend a day with Chef Novak, cooking and learning techniques. Castiel wants no part of it, but Balthazar insists and Castiel will do as expected.

What Castiel wasn't expecting was to fall head over heels for the winner.

Dean Winchester hasn't had a successful relationship in his 34 years on Earth. He's got a past he'd like to keep hidden, and his life rotates around his family and his business.

Winning a contest to spend a day with his favorite TV chef is a shock, but a welcome diversion from his day to day life...until he meets the guy, and he turns out to be a big jerk. Dean figures he should have expected that.

What he wasn't expecting was that same gorgeous blue-eyed man to sweep in and shake up his entire world.

(Words: 89k)

A Little Slice Of Heaven by onamelancholyhill

Jim Morrison once said, “The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are.” That was Castiel Novak’s motto in life, and the reason why he accepted his grandmother's inheritance and took the responsibility it implied.

Dean Winchester, a remarkable accountant at Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc., however, had other priorities. He lived to serve, hidden in a mask that didn’t allow him to be honest with himself, but lonesome and boring.

When destiny made their paths cross, in a less than promising way, with Dean as the instigator and Castiel as his victim, Dean’s mind started wandering, in between pies and cakes, coffees and muffins... What if Mr. Morrison was right?

After all, as the guy used to say, "there can’t be any large-scale revolution, until there’s a personal revolution first."

(Words: 112k)

Kiss the Baker by Ltleflrt

Jo is pregnant and craving something a little bit unusual. When she sends Dean on a mission to find her some chocolate cake donuts with bacon sprinkles, he's sure that he'll fail. Luckily his partner Benny comes to his rescue and introduces him to a quirky little bakery that sells all kinds of weird (and delicious!) baked goods. And they do special orders!

Dean finds excuses to keep going back, and Castiel finds excuses to keep giving him special treats.

(Words: 113k)

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The Call

Hey everyone, this is my first ever requested prompt. I didn’t include Erin because, while I lover her, she isn’t going to be in the show anymore so I thought it best to leave her out. I hope you enjoy!

Prompt: “Intelligence gets called for a hostage situation in the ED, but Will gets badly injured and Jay is worried AF while he doesn't want to admit it :p Some good old fashioned angst would be cool. Make someone die if you feel up to it. Enjoy! :)” - @monicaaaaatje

Word Count: 2063

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Chicago PD/Med characters but I definitely enjoying writing for them ;)

There was never a normal day in the intelligence unit, unlike a typical 9-5 office job Jay couldn't count on anything being 'normal.' That being said, he never expected to get The Call. You know, The Call. In movies or tv shows it the one that sets everything in motion by tearing someone's world apart.

The phone rang and Voight picked it up from his office and he was on his feet and grabbing his jacket before the unit knew anything.

"Let's go, gear up we have a hostage situation." He said.

"Where?" Atwater asked while everyone followed suit and put jackets on their backs and guns on their hips.

He hesitated and looked at Jay before responding. "Chicago med." he waited for Jay to process.

After years in the service and on the force it took a lot to shake Jay. He'd seen some truly gut wrenching things, but imagining his brother and friends at the hospital being trapped and possibly hurt, or worse, made his stomach turn. But in true Halstead fashion he kept his composure on the outside.

"What do we know?" He asked. All eyes were on him.

"Nothing yet. Just that there's someone with a gun in the ED." Voight explained. "Let's go," he added noticing everyone waiting for one of them to make a move.

Upon arrival all anyone could see in any direction was flashing lights. Police cars, police vans, ambulances, you name it.

Jay was coming out of his skin. He'd kept fairly calm but now, being here, he was starting to fall apart.

"Who's in charge?" Voight found the main command tent they had set up.  

"I am, Sergeant." Jay tuned out at his name and rank knowing Voight would be in control within a few minutes.

"What's going on? Any contact yet?" He pulled at his vest in front of him, a habit he'd picked up.

"Two phone calls one from us to them, one from them to us. We know there are 6 patients, 3 doctors and 4 nurses inside, all the people from the waiting room were able to get out. One doctor has been shot, we are unaware who or how bad." Jay's head went fuzzy for a minute. Like someone turned his brain to 11 and he couldn't handle it. White noise sloshed around his head from ear to ear and back again before Olinski's voice pulled him back.

"Halstead, Jay!" He yelled.

"I have to go in," he started pushing by everyone.

"Jay! Absolutely not," Voight grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"That's my brother in there! You want me to sit and do nothing?!" He yelled finally snapping. Voight wasn't upset, he'd expected it, hell he'd bet it would have happened sooner.

"No, I expect you to sit your ass down while we figure out what the hell's going on." He guided him back to the tent. He didn't sit. He paced. He waited for 15 excruciating minutes while everyone around him ran in circles and did next to nothing.

In those 15 minutes they had learned the man inside waving a gun around called himself Trent. Trent Williamson. After doing some digging the unit found out his wife died in the hospital 5 months ago. She had a brain tumor and refused chemo because it was already in its later stages.

"Ruzek you're going in," Voight said.

"Sarg, just le-"

"No Halstead. Take a back seat on this one." Hank interrupted the young detective.

Jay had no intention of listening. Adam took off his holster and set his gun next to it, he then unstrapped his ankle gun placed it in a line next to his 9mm.

"You ready?" Voight asked him. He nodded and they all watched as he walked past the police line with his hands in the air. Jay inched his way closer and closer to the barricades and was about to sprint in front of them when a hand caught the back of his vest.

"Don't do it. You're just going to get yourself or your someone else killed." Alvin said quietly. Jay took a deep breath and let Alvin drag him back.

"Ruzek has a microphone in his pocket, we're gonna be able to hear everything okay, I want snipers ready! Nobody takes a shot unless I give the go ahead, go it?" Voight was handing out orders left and right but Jay was just focused on hearing his brother's voice come through the speaker.

"Come on. Come on Will. Talk to me. Please." He wasn't sure if he was saying it out loud or not but he didn't care.

"Hello Mr. Williamson, can I call you Trent?" There was no shakiness in Adam's voice, he was rock solid.

"Yeah- whatever!" There was a man who was not rock solid. He sounded as unstable as they come. "Did they tell you what I want?" He hissed.

"They did, they said you wanted to see your wife."

"Her name is Anna!"

"Right, Anna, they said you wanted to see Anna. While they work on that do you think I could send these people back outside? You have me in here now, you don't need them."

"No! No! They stay! I'm not an idiot!"

"Of course not, but if you know how these things work you know I have to send somebody out there. They need some good faith from you?"

He waited to answer. They heard shuffling.

"She can leave."

"Okay, Natalie can you walk?" Adam asked.

"No," they heard a muffled voice coming from her.

"Trent, could one of them push her out on a gurney? You still have plenty of hostages here."

"Just go! Quickly!" He ushered. Then nothing. The mic quit responding and the unit was left standing in a circle wondering what the hell just happened.

"COMING OUT!" Somebody yelled. Across the barricades they saw a patient pushing Natalie out in a wheelchair. Blood was pouring out of Natalie's thigh and her entire pant leg looked sopping wet with the deep red substance.

Once they were across the line everyone swarmed the two of them. Natalie was out in an ambulance and shipped off before Jay could ask her anything but the man, the one that pushed her out was sitting in the back of an ambulance with a shock blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

Jay pushed through and interrupted what ever question he was answering.

"Tall redhead, doctor, you see him in there? Is he okay?"

"Uh, yeah," the guy sounded terrified. "He was trying to help the lady doctor. The one who got shot. He kept telling the guy to keep him and let everyone else go." He said shakily.

"God dammit," Jay mumbled. "But he was alright?"

"Yeah but I was real afraid he was gonna go hero. He was itching to tackle the guy."

"No no no," Jay had heard all he needed to.

"Hank please, you have to let me go in there. He's gonna get himself killed." He begged.

"Adam is in there, talking him down. You know how delicate this is. You need to back off before I have you removed." Voight warned. Not 10 seconds later a shot could be heard from in the hospital.

"NOBODY MOVE YET!" Voight screamed from the front of the barricades. They waited. They waited. They waited some more. Jay thought he was going to pass out. He kept picturing his brother bleeding out and screaming for help.

Finally the hospital doors flung open and people ran out. Jay pushed past the front lines and ran towards the door, the line of people stopped and his brother was yet to be seen.

He ran inside the hospital and saw Adam cuffing who he assumed to be Trent and Will sitting, propped up against a wall next to them holding his shoulder.

Officers started filling in around them but Jay made a B line to his little brother and squatted in front of him. Will looked up at him and seemed fairly unfazed by the bullet hole in his arm. He was no doubt in shock.

"What happened? Are you okay? What the fuck!?" The questions flew out of Jay's mouth.

"I got shot," Will winced.

"How?!" Jay wasn't sure how to process.

"Just relax. It's just a scratch, I'll be fine." Will waved him off and tried to stand up. It resulted in him going pale and then sliding back down the wall with Jay guiding him so that he didn't just crash.

"Can I get some fucking help over here!" Jay turned and screamed.

Immediately Will was lifted up and set on a gurney and Dawson and Brett wheeled him out.

"Is he going to be okay?" Jay asked trailing right behind them.

"Looks like it. He's just gonna be really sore. Plus he's lost a good amount of blood so he'll be out in a few minutes but he's gonna be fine Jay." Gabby answered. Jay let out the breath he'd been holding in for what seemed like years but had only been hours.

"How the hell did you get shot?" Jay asked as they set up the IV.

"Tackled 'im." Will was quiet as he said it. Partly because he was moments away from passing out and partly because he knew how his brother was going to react.

"You what?" Jay raised an eyebrow.

"Jay, I'm putting an oxygen mask on him. He's not gonna be able to talk." Gabby explained as Sylvie started driving to the next closest hospital as Med was currently a crime scene.

"You better hope that that was you're delusional self getting shit mixed up because if I find out you tackled a crazy guy with a gun I'm going to fucking kill you Will." Jay threatened. Will responded by passing out.

At the hospital Jay waiting in Will's room, bedside, for him to wake up. His surgery was short, they just needed to get the bullet out and stitch him up. The surgeon had assured him Will would be back to his smart ass self soon.

"He saved my life ya know?" Jay looked up, a little startled until he recognized Adam. "I had the guy talked into letting everybody out. But something happened, I'm still not sure what, but he snapped. Lost it and started screaming about how we'd all meet his wife soon. He pointed his gun at me and Will came out of nowhere and knocked him over. Before I could even respond the gun went off." Adam said.

"I'm glad you're both alive." Jay smiled lightly.

"Tell him I said thanks when he wakes up." Adam took the hint to give him some space and left. There were more visitors in the next few hours but Jay was the only one there when Will woke up.

"Hey," Jay said from his chair.

"Ugh," Will groaned.

"How ya feelin'?"

"Like shit, how do I look?" He grinned.

"Even worse." Jay smiled back. "Come on, give me a hug." Jay stood up and Will pushed himself forward a little bit and allowed Jay to wrap his arms around him. He was careful not to touch his left arm or shoulder, they were covered in the cloth from a sling.

"How's Nat?" Will asked worried.

"She fine, just got out of surgery. She's gonna be okay." He said. Will nodded letting out a deep breath.

"Adam says thanks." Jay said once he was back in his chair. He had his eyebrow quirked up to let his brother know he was pissed.

"What was I supposed to do Jay? Let the guy shoot Adam then all of us?" He sighed.

"No. Just- I don't know." He huffed. After a few moments of silence he broke. "I'm proud of you. You did what I would do. But if you ever do it again I'll kick your ass." Jay smiled lightly.

"Yeah yeah, whatever." Will laughed, stopping to groan at his shoulder.  

"I'll go get your doc," Jay left the room and did what he said, he found Will's doctor and told him Will was awake but he made a stop on his way back. He found himself in the men's bathroom, crying. He hadn't cried in, in he didn't know how long. He just couldn't stop thinking about how the call could have gone so differently.

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Zootopia was released in 2016 in America that too in 3d, it is basically a computer-animated comedy film. From this journey, there have been many Zootopia Fanfiction Lovers all around the globe. Zootopia was released by Walt Disney pictures and the exact release date of Zootopia is February 13, 2016. Let's Begin Our Collection of the Best Zootopia Fanfiction on the internet.

Straight_up_geek Why did Disney make me ship and bunny and a fox together??

Kido Zootopia is one of the few Disney movies I feel actually NEEDS a sequel. There’s so much more world and character building they could do.

zootman Ive never gone crazy with any disney princess couples, but now im shipping a bunny and a fox so hard. Omg

arman-shk If you ship Judy and Nick put a thumbs up. And if you want to let me know why you ship them.

peolk.s Ok but low key Judy and nick remind me so much of rapunzel and Eugene. Must be the similarities that make both of them my favorite movies and characters😍

super35 Why Did Disney Tell Me To Ship Them , THEN NO KISSING SCENE?!?!

love_u I'd be more than happy to see them as an official couple. And if there's a sequel on the way...lead down that road

here_i_am That's now what I say to my friends in gta when somebody attacks me. "Boys, Ice Em "

dum dudu If ever there was an Oscar for best animated performance, Nick Wilde would easily win. Jason Bateman really delivered with this role, especially the fact that he improvised a lot of the dialogue.

c@re They are cute couple specially the fox ia handsome and the bunny is so cute Zootopia was the 55th Disney feature animated movie, Byron Howard and Rich Moore were the directors of this movie. Fanfiction Zootopia lovers are also huge fans of these two individuals. The Co-director of Zootopia was Jared Bush. Zootopia Fanfiction Human Voice lovers who love the voice in the film are mentioned below.

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The voices that rocked the movie all around the world were Ginnifer Goodwin, Jason Bateman, Idris Elba, and others are mentioned down below in the other section of this Zootopia Fanfiction Stories article. The reason why we give the emphasis on these Zootopia fanfiction human voice personalities were the real reason for the blockbuster of Zootopia. YB Judy: it just burns me up to see such a bad attitude forwards foxes.. Also Judy: carries an anti fox spray Alyssa Love the subtle racism. She is surprised that a fox can be smart, and condescendingly praises him for being "articulate." Nick sarcastically calls her non-patronizing afterwards. 😂 Fallen Tacozz Judy: Are your costumers aware... They are getting snot and mucus with there cookies and cream. Boy elephant: Spits out ice cream on girl elephant: )X Random person Judy: are your customers aware their getting snot and mucus in their cookies and cream The couple with cookies and cream: OH FUC- Brandon Christopher The initial prejudice by the cop to assume that violence (reaching for her weapon) was the best way to handle the Fox... That's how it is and feels. Plus being judged by the owner of the ice cream shop in front of everyone is demeaning as well...for example when you're followed around the store and treated poorly wherever you go. (Black people of color equal income and credit get less money for loans for homes and businesses than white people of the exact same qualifications.) Rhonda howard Even when she thinks she's done something nice she's still treating them like they're less than with her tone as the Fox points out. lego nightwing Prejudice is going away but it's still very real. I appreciate all people white, black and all colors and backgrounds who understand this and fights against it. jackson selqiust "Now that is high praise. It's rare that I find someone so non-patronizing." blitz sapphire This is a great subtle jab Nick makes at Judy here that flew over my head the first time I heard it. The praise that Judy gives him is so condescending when you really think about it. It's that "wow, you're really well-spoken for a black person" compliment. Roeland Farah The fur textures in this movie are amazing. Blows my mind tbh Hoping that you guys liked our collection of the best Zootopia Fanfiction Human Version, that we are providing you guys. Please share this as much as possible. Fanfiction Zootopia Stories Updated in 2020 The Story of Zootopia revolves around the unlikely relationship or you can say the partnership between a very smart red fox and a rabbit police officer(who always dreamt of being an officer since Her Childhood). That's why people love Such Fanfiction Zootopia stories. These two try to find out a criminal conspiracy that connects them to the unusual disappearance of the predators.   miss anime "I'd lose my head if it weren't attached to my neck. That's the truth." So me😂😂 dylingr The writing in this scene is so well-written. It captures both the big and small instances of racism that often happens; both the hostile side and the non-hostile side. Favorite moments: "I'm such a..." "You probably can't read, fox" "I just want to say you're a great dad and a real articulate fellow" "Oh, well that is high praise. It's rare that I find someone so non-patronizing. *fake smile*" citavalo If it ended it like that, you can call it a short animation with a message behind it. animal fafic I love this movie so much. It makes me smile, brings up all sort of expressions I'm not aware of until afterwards. That's how you know it's a good movie. You're so invested in it that you don't even know what your face looks like. You're just totally in the world of the film. John martin "real articulate fella" that's the best compliment you could come up with. Did you think he couldn't speak English or something and are pleased he can. Dude you deserved to be had xxlinuxxx Fashionably late guys. Or a sloth uploaded it or something "new and hip" like that lmao. bazil I had this happen at a store when I came in to do some grocery shopping. I'm the type to wear band tees and jeans (it goes with the story I'm about to tell) and that's my usual attire. takimg a shower, dried my hair (which is always wavy and voluminous) brushed my teeth, had to go out to get food. already had some items in my basket when I was looking around in one aisle and an employee who was stocking items was watching me. I smiled at them and went back to looking at the boxes of pasta in front of me. Next thing I know, I have the manager asking me what I was doing and the guy I smiled at standing behind him. bazil I was asked for my ID and when I did, they said that it was fake. I do look younger than I am. They asked me to leave. I said I had money and wanted to pay for my items. They said I won't be paying with anything that's not mine (they thought my ID was fake and my credit cards were fake, therefore, believing I am a thief..like I was just going to walk out with my basket) I said, no everything I have is real and that I'm not a teen looking to steal. Even when I showed the manager my credit cards, he automatically said, "That doesn't mean anything to me." I got a full "up down" look from the stocking guy, like just because I'm very skinny with wild hair and had on a band tee and ripped jeans didn't mean shit. I put my basket down and left. odinia legend has it you can still her the toot toot to this day raven paruli Me: this cookies and cream ice cream is really great! News Cast says that there is bacteria in ice cream We are sure that you people loved our collection of the best Fanfiction Zootopia stories, that we are providing you guys. Please share this as much as possible. Zootopia Fanfiction Lemon Series As the Story continues the fox fond himself having a crush on the lady rabbit officer. We are sure that we have some of the dirty-minded people here visiting this webpage about Zootopia Fanfiction Lemon Stories. Zootopia was released in Belgium in 2d, Digital 3d and also in ReadD 3d, the best was Imax 3d formats in the united states. Mr Choice "We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone" Some establishments are still like that sadly mr abby wabby The moment I first seen this movie and I seen the elephant don't got gloves for they trunks I was like HEALTH HAZARD! 😂lmao puffered fish The ONLY thing I can think of when I see this scene is how unsanitary that ice cream place is XD xin yi zou The thing that always is in my mind is that Judy is my name as well 😂😂😂 warrior dragon564 Got a genuine laugh outta me when i read the description about he uncensored version, lol The killer Me: sees naked animals gagging Also me: sees Marina without her off the hook outfit THIS JUST GROSS AND DISGUSTANG blazelth Only real flaw I can spot: showing Bellweather as the villain in the "trailer". They went out of their way to hide the fact that she was the villain in all the advertising so it could be a big shock once the reveal happened in the movie sea slat Welcome to the Kill Count, where we tally up the victim in all our favorite horror movies! I'm James A. Janisse and today we're looking at Zootopia anonymous FINALLY I GOT WHAT THE HELL I WANTED HE KILLED HER YASS IT FINALLY MAKES SENS Battlr bin me: expects a short fan film casually looks at the duration bar at the bottom left corner me: confused screaming Make sure that you people loved our collection of the best Zootopia Fanfiction Lemon stories, that we are providing you guys. Please share this as much as possible. Zootopia fanfiction Crossover People Also Like the Zootopia Fanfiction crossover stories that why! we also have a series of the best zootopia crossover fanfiction and we can also Zootopia Fanfiction Crossover as well. joseph lay Judy:“You have to let me go” Nick:“I don’t want to let you go” That broke my heart 😭 unfc Judy: "I'm in love with a fox" The entire zootopia universe: "Say sike rn" susanana Nick: “honey tell them to buzz off” “honey who is it?” Awe he already has little names to call Judy 🥺🥰😂 skelei bones Me: sees Miles Walker Miles Walker: future mayor Me: he is evil 😏 max jordon "i call bull.." Nick: "close.. but no dice.. its a buffalo!" swear jokes no3 drive Is everyone just going to skip past the part where Nick goes “and I’m her boy toy 😏 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯” jennings Y'all see the phone, during Nick's song, that shows the sheep holding a gun? destiny ganfic " I bet you use your hand everynight" I laughed so hard when judy said that Alpha 3.o Disney wouldn't have the guts to make a sequel like this. kurt langberg Coffee? You know what that means? Yes, we’ve watched Luke Cage. We know what “coffee” means. we are sure that you guys liked our collection the 50 best Zootopia Fanfiction Stories and people can also say that fanfiction Zootopia stories. It depends on the fanfiction lovers interset. If you people have any suggestions or want any other fanfiction stories like this Zootopia Fanfiction Stories, you can comment down in the comment section below of this article on Fanfiction Zootopia Updates. 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