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burning-thistles-bt · 1 year

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i hope it’s alright to ask, but do the trans cats in BT have any method of “transitioning”? or do their clanmates simply refer to them with their new pronouns? im curious :0

only socially transitioning! unless there's a secret StarClan-given power out there to transition cats physically XD

the only exceptions are cats like Airleap, who were born intersex. he was born with outside female genitalia, BUT he actually has inner male genitalia as well- he is infertile on both spectrums because of this. because he was born with female genitalia, his clanmates assumed he was female, but once he started gaining tomscent and he said he was a tomkit, they more easily began using his he/him pronouns because, on first smell, he smells like a tom. in the clans, its a little harder for a non-obvious-intersex character to socially transition because cats are like "oh but you have XYZ, not ABC" but the clans are generally more accepting, to a degree. they're still some sexism, transphobia, homophobia, etc.

FireAlder and I actually thought about the different clan cultures and who accepts what most.

Twolegplace cats, e.i. BloodClan, are the most accepting cats (see: non-binary cats Brick, Gremlin, Bubbles, etc.), being a lot more open in their "we don't care abt ur gender..." though they are sexist/oppressive specifically towards cats who can have kits

RiverClan and WindClan are about equal for their acceptance. they're supportive and encouraging of same sex relationships (this actually makes Thistlestar feel out of place at times, bcus he suppressed his bisexuality, and embraced homophobia)

ShadowClan and ThunderClan are less excepting, but as the older cats age out, ShadowClan has become a touch more excepting while ThunderClan is currently the most homophobic clan thanks to Frostfur's mental health deterioration ruining her kits' and their friends' perspective of it

so yes it's simply they get referred to with their preferred pronouns and are seen by their chosen gender! :) no physical transition

undercut i'll include all current main LGBTQ+ characters for funsies

FireSand are both bisexual. They have had minor attraction to other cats both male and female.

Lightningfur is arospec asexual. she HATES HATES sexually stuff, yuck uck, and she mostly hates stereotypically aromantic stuff too- do NOT flirt with her! flirting with her is a no go! ...unless your someone she's already super close to and you do it slyly, like Silverstream (though Silver's was platonic/teasingly). her kind of "romantic" love is like ride or die, but literally. kill for her or she'll kill you. if you kill for her though she's head over heels *winkwink*

Copperleaf is demi-pan; he is attracted to everyone regardless of gender but he's only comfortable in a relationship/experiences deep attraction past "oh they're cute" with those he's close with. he experiences a deep attraction for Dawncloud but doesn't necessarily pursue her in a traditional romantic sense because he wants to respect her boundaries

Dawncloud is graysexual. she can experience sexual attraction, but not on a consistent basis. unfortunately this is partially because of trauma. she is experiencing romantic attraction for Copperleaf though :)

Airleap does not know his identity exactly. he is intersex, but he transitioned socially from female to male at a very young age (he/they pronouns, though he accepts they/them pronouns later), and he knows he has had crushes on girls (see: Silverstream), but he's not sure if he also likes toms romantically or not, so queer-questioning

Spottedleaf realized she was a lesbian and not attracted to toms when her kits were about 6-8, early apprentice age. she knew she was attracted to she-cats near the end of her relationship w/ BT Thistleclaw but still thought she loved Thistle that way. she suspected but repressed her attraction towards she-cats at an early apprentice age

Frostfur is omnisexual, meaning she experiences her attraction to toms differently than she-cats. she must be very close to a she-cat before experiencing attraction, meanwhile she falls (well, fell, until she met and committed to Lionheart, because, despite everything, Frost is not a cheater) in loves with every tom she sees. she never realized her actually attraction towards she-cats though

Redtail knew he was gay from a young age, was worried about it but received mostly support and was open about it, and Runningwind developed a crush on Redtail as a young apprentice but didn't realize he only liked toms until he was a warrior

Feathercloud also knew he only liked toms from a young age too, often falling for anyone who was even a little kind to him, Ravenwing thought he had crushes on she-cats but realized he didn't actually and only liked toms that he was close to because they were the only ones who gave him a super fluttery feeling (demi-gay), and Barley is gay too.

Darkstripe thought he only liked toms (he admired Tigerclaw way too much to see anyone else; and also maybe briefly had a crush on Runningwind) (he was very quiet/hidden/closeted about his gayness though, out of fear), but comes to realize he actually likes she-cats too

Cherryfur's attraction comes and goes. somedays she's attracted to toms, sometimes to she-cats, sometimes she doesn't like anyone, other days she falls heads over heels for anyone whose nice or hot. she's abrosexual, but keeps herself composed despite her confusion about it (she thinks something's wrong with her, but pretend to be okay and strong and have it all figured out; she would call herself a pansexual then omnisexual before settling on abro)

Bubbles uses any pronouns- she/he/they or otherwise- and any gendered titles, but has grown to hate female titles like queen or mother thanks to their treatment by others as "only being good for nursing kits." they were raised in the Twolegplace, in BloodClan, and knew their identity was very fluid from a young age. their siblings also had more fluid pronouns usage too, though they had set gender identities (Rocket is he/they tom, Opal was she/they she-cat, rip Opal)

Mistlekit/paw is lesbian and knows she is very firmly. Elderkit/paw is trans male to female (bcus i swear to gosh she was female but when i checked canon they were male and i was like "well do i have a solution") and were so from a young age. Elder's sibling Tulippaw is gay too, but does not know it yet/will repress it for awhile

Sootkit/fur is trans female to male, but, currently chap 110-20ish era, is in the untransitioned female era of his life, but will eventually come out. the same for Rowankit/claw, who is female to male, but currently she/her-ified.

Blossomtail and Badgerfang are gay and were dating as apprentices. both knew they loved each other early one (high school sweethearts essentially) but both questioned if they were attracted to she-cats; Badgerfang's answer was "no" while Blossomtail's was "maybe but i dont think so." Swampfur is bisexual, currently in a relationship with a tom but I won't say who >;3

aaaand that's all i can think of rn lol

#did not mean to make this response so long #lolling thoughts #lolling response #anon question #asked and answered #burning thistles #burning thistles au #firesand #copperdawn #silverlightning #blossombadger #eldermistle #featherships #spottedfrost #lgbtq characters #lgbtq+#transgender #intersex #queer

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necrowtic · 3 years

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All the "I hate my spouse" jokes are toxic regardless of gender

its not I Hate My Spouse its If We Were Alone Together Neither Of Us Would Hesitate Before Attempting Murder <3

#garlic speaks #im. assuming this is about thistle #i cant imagine what else it could be about #but also. we have never met and also arent married and also live about 800 miles apart and also are both minors #so :/

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ajkal2 · 4 years

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so im working on this tma fic about jon being turned back into an 8 year old mid-s3, (ppl waiting for the next chap of thistle and weeds im so sorry) and. like. GOD the character motivations are INTERESTING.

Basira is simple- she just wants Adult Jon back, by any means necessary. The Archivist is the only one with the powers useful in the Unknowing.

Melanie is a bit capricious because she’s said ‘fuck this’ several times over. she just assumes Adult Jon will be back soon and she can torment him with pictures of his 8-yr-old self. And she HATES Elias. (#relatable)

Elias thinks the child is cute, and enjoys seeing this different side to Jon, but wants his proper Archivist back ASAP.

Martin is trying to avoid this child because oh god that’s his secret love he can’t have a crush on a CHILD. And he’s trying to respect Jon’s privacy a bit. He wants Adult Jon back ASAP as well, but he also- doesn’t want to traumatise the child to get there?

Child!Jon doesn’t get what’s going on, and just wants to get back home to his grandmother. And also get some help for his bully who he just saw get eaten by Mr. Spider, but for some reason no one’s listening to him.

TIM. TIM IS REALLY CONFLICTED. His Older Brother Instincts kicked in as soon as he saw the kid, and so hes running around after this child protecting him while internally freaking out about the fact that this is JON, who he HATES. And he’s finding out all this shit about Jon’s background. Does he want Adult Jon back? Not really! He likes the kid! He doesn’t want to like the kid, but he does! He wants the kid to get therapy! He wants Adult Jon to go die in a hole! But then what about the Unknowing?

So you end up with a Tim vs Everyone scenario, with a child causing havoc in the background. I’m loving writing it.

#oh man i have too many WIPS #tma #tma fic #i dont have a title for this yet but ill find something #its not done but its already like 5k #ITS GOOD YALL ITS GOOD

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blueboxesandtrafficcones · 4 years

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The Nuptial Necessity - Chapter 7

A 12xRose Human AU

Despite an unglamorous job description, Rose loves the work she does with The Thistle Foundation, a charity founded by her best friend’s great-uncle. It doesn’t hurt that her boss, her friend’s father, is easy on the eyes. With a great job, wonderful friends and a loving family, life couldn’t be better – except for having someone to share it with.

All of that is threatened, though, when the great-uncle dies – and sets a strange condition for his nephew to inherit, jeopardizing the Foundation and Rose’s future, sparking a chain of events that might just get her everything she dreamed of and more.

Chapters will be posted on Saturdays and Tuesdays. Many thanks to my beta, @stupidsatsuma

Rated: Explicit, for eventual smut

@doctorroseprompts

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Sunday

Turning her car off, Rose leaned back against the headrest and closed her eyes, breathing deeply in preparation. Things in the office had only grown more awkward and tense as they danced around each other, the uncomfortableness spilling over into her relationship with Clara, which only made her feel worse.

It’s a yes or no question, she reminded herself once again. Just make a decision and stick to it – put all of us out of our misery, so the weirdness can stop and we can start making our plans.

The sound of another engine made her eyes open, and she climbed out as Malcolm pulled in next to her. Locking her car she waited while he, Clara, and Danny emerged, mustering a wan smile for them all. “Hey.”

“Hi.” Malcolm nodded, grabbing a bottle from the backseat as Clara gave her a hug.

“Hey,” her bestie whispered in her ear, “how are you?”

Rose shrugged, holding her a little tighter. “In knots,” she said honestly. “I still don’t know what to do.”

“There you are,” her father called, and they all turned to find him at the front door. “C’mon in.”

They followed him through the house and out onto the patio, where everything was set up. Tony was playing in the shallow end of the pool under their mother’s watchful eye from a nearby lounge chair, while the grill was ready to go off to the side. Two long tables groaned under the food already out, with a few designated spaces for what Rose and the Tuckers had brought. Rose’s contribution was a bottle of white wine and a baked mac’n’cheese recipe Tony loved, while Malcolm had brought the whisky, Clara some cut up fruit, and Danny the brownies.

“Looks great, Mum,” Rose greeted Jackie, hugging her.

“Thanks, sweetheart. Oi, Tony, out of the water!” Releasing her eldest she turned to Clara, greeting her in much the same way. “So nice to have all of you here, come, put your things down.”

“Thanks for having us, Mr. and Mrs. Tyler,” Danny said politely, making Pete chuckle and wave his hand.

“Very pleased to have you join us. Really. And it’s Pete and Jackie – I insist.”

As everyone greeted each other and began chatting, Rose smiled and watched.

This is my family.

Standing next to the grill on a warm, sunny day, holding a beer, was pretty much exactly Malcolm’s ideal way to spend an afternoon. His daughter sat nearby, the occasional tinkle of her laughter music to his ears as she talked to Danny and Jackie, but in truth, nearly all of his attention was on Rose.

She’d changed into a swimsuit, a one-piece that was fairly modest for what it was, and was in the shallow end splashing with her brother. It didn’t take his imagination much effort to picture her in the pool at the townhouse – in fact, it was too easy to see her with a toddler of their own, teaching their son (or daughter, he wasn’t picky) how to swim.

In fact, he didn’t just want it; he craved it, ached for it, sometimes dreamed of it so vividly he would wake reaching for her, expecting her next to him, confused and heartbroken when she wasn’t there until reality seeped back in.

Sometimes he didn’t want to wake up.

“Oi.”

A nudge startled Malcolm from his daydream, and he turned Pete, blinking in surprise. “What?”

“D’you mind not ogling my daughter right in front of me while we’re trying to have a conversation? When you’re not glaring at Danny for doing just the same, that is.”

His jaw dropped, trying to come with an answer. “I wasn’t- that’s not- I-”

After a moment Pete laughed, waving a hand. “Relax, I’m just messing with you,” his friend said easily. “How are plans for the Gala going?”

Malcolm just blinked, trying to reboot his brain and cursing his overactive imagination. It had been one thing, when his dreams were just that, but the intrusion into his waking life was bound to get him in trouble sooner or later.

And, strictly speaking, he hadn’t been ogling Rose. Yes, okay, he might have been staring in her general direction, but he wasn’t picturing her naked – it’s early yet; how long is she going to stay in the pool? – though somehow he didn’t think Pete would appreciate what he was thinking any more than what he assumed.

Did he ask a question?

“The Gala’s going fine,” he finally answered, taking a long pull off his bottle and turning his back firmly on his assistant to focus on her father. Her FATHER. If Danny were looking at Clara the way I am Rose, I’d thump him – and he’s neither too old for her or a friend of mine, both of which I am. Pull your shit together, Tucker. “Rose is, of course, an incredible help. No surprise she’s what makes the event what it is.”

“I would expect nothing less.” Pete was still smirking, though, a look Malcolm didn’t appreciate. “My daughter’s one of a kind.”

“That she is.” Casting about for a change of subject, he asked, “Tony’s starting school this year, isn’t he?”

The other man didn’t seem fooled in the least, but went along with it. “Reception. Hard to believe. Honestly, I’m not looking forward to his school years. Well, the other parents, really. When Rosie was little we got looked down on for being so young, and I’m sure now we’ll be judged for being too old. I don’t particularly care myself, but Jacks has been going on about it all summer and nothing’s even happened yet.”

“I know that feeling,” Malcolm agreed, smiling at the memory of Clara’s first day of school. “It was the same for us – always judged and excluded for our ages. Not that Missy or I particularly cared, but they tended to treat Clara as a pariah as well, and you can imagine how well I took that. How do you judge a child for their parents’ decisions? Unbelievable. Thankfully things were better once we moved to London, but still. Judgemental pricks.”

They toasted, draining their bottles as one, and Malcolm didn’t hesitate to take the empties and exchange them for new, easily removing the lids.

“To tell the truth, I’m just glad to have the second chance,” Pete murmured, eyes flickering over to his wife to ensure she couldn’t hear. “We’d long accepted she would be it when he came along, but I’m so glad he did. I think I did well with Rose, but this time around I can really appreciate it, you know? I was so focused when she was young on Vitex, on getting us out of the Estate that I missed things.”

Malcolm hummed but didn’t respond; they’d covered all of this before, and he knew his friend sometimes just felt the need to ‘speak it to the universe’, to quote Jackie.

“D’you think you’ll ever have another?”

Startled, Malcolm choked on his beer, going into a coughing fit that lasted long enough for Rose and Clara to shout in unison, “Stop it!”

“Your concern is overwhelming,” he wheezed, making his daughter roll her eyes and earning himself a rude gesture from Rose. “I’m fine, thanks.”

When he straightened up Pete was waiting patiently with a napkin, arching an eyebrow when he took it. “Not sure that qualifies as an answer.”

Wiping his mouth, Malcolm bought himself a few seconds to think before sighing. “In theory, yes, I’d like another. But practically… it just doesn’t seem to be in the cards. And I don’t think Clara would take it with the grace that Rose did.” He smiled wryly, remembering her reaction to the announcement – it had been at a Sunday dinner so similar to this one, and she had been so overwhelmed with joy that she was still bouncing off the walls the next day in the office, right up until they’d been mid-conversation and her face had contorted in horror.

“What’s wrong?”

Rose stared at him, gagging slightly. “I just realized that if this baby was unplanned, my parents are having more sex than I am, and I’m the one in my mid-twenties.”

The memory made him chuckle, as had how she would periodically break out in full-body shivers every so often during the months of her mother’s pregnancy. “She loved him from the first moment.”

“She did take it well,” Pete agreed, “and she’s such a help. There’s nothing like a reliable, free childminder you can trust without hesitation. She’ll be a spectacular Mum, when the time comes.”

Malcolm wholeheartedly agreed, but decided a neutral mhmm was the safer response, lest he let slip the secrets buried deep in his heart. Things are weird enough right now, no need to make it worse. Still, he couldn’t help but turn enough that he could watch Rose out of the corner of his eye.

A spectacular Mum indeed.

“So-”

Rose’s eyes fluttered closed as she fought back a groan at her mother’s would-be casual tone, not fooled for a moment. Despite her best efforts she’d gotten caught alone with her in the kitchen, and it had been two agonizing minutes of idle chit chat as Jackie built up to her favorite topic of conversation, as if Rose didn’t know where it was headed.

The same place it always is, lately.

“Are you seeing anyone?”

There it is.

“Yes, only he’s an alien, see, and off travelling the universe and saving alien planets, which is why I never bring ‘im around.” She rolled her eyes, turning around to face her mother, unsurprised at the death glare she was receiving. “You know I’m not. It’s just been too busy lately.”

“But, Rose, you’ve been saying that for years. It was one thing when you were young, but you’re thirty now. You’re running out of time.”

“Oh my God.” Wanting to physically run from the conversation she settled for the mature thing of picking up a platter of food and heading for the door. “I am not having this conversation with you. Is it really so hard to accept that I’m happy with my life?”

Not one to let anyone else have the last word Jackie followed hot on her heels with the other tray. “How could you be! No husband, no children… and while it might seem like it at the moment, a vibrator and your brother are not satisfying substitutes!”

Rose stopped dead, staring in dismay at the four horrified faces looking back at her. Though she was still a few steps from the table and her mother behind her, they’d all clearly heard her, the whole fucking country probably had, and her eyes darted between them all gauging their reactions. Her father was disgusted, poor Danny uncomfortable and now staring at his hands, Clara’s eyes were very wide and her jaw open, and Malcolm… Malcolm looked ready to bust a gut laughing, leaning forward on the table, and despite both hands clasped over his mouth, was unable to hide the smile in his twinkling eyes, and when their eyes met, he winked.

Her eyes darted to the pool and for one wild moment she seriously considered throwing herself into it before slowly spinning around. “Shut. Up.”

Malcolm stuffed a forkful of lettuce in his mouth, glancing idly around the silent table as almost everyone else ate. While Jackie sat very stiffly across from him glaring at her daughter and not moving, Rose was on his left and bouncing her leg like her life depended on it as she looked everywhere but at Jackie.

For the third time in as many minutes her knee bumped the table, jostling it, and on instinct Malcolm settled his hand on it to calm her. It worked almost too well as she froze, and their eyes met for only a moment before his gaze skittered away. He thought about moving it, but rather than being tense at his touch she let out a deep breath and almost seemed to relax, and just because he’d always wanted to and couldn’t help himself, he slowly rubbed his thumb against the side of her knee. It was as soft as he’d always imagined, smooth, and she didn’t seem to mind given she hadn’t swatted his hand away. Did she just sigh?

“You know, there’s a nice young man working for your father,” Jackie started abruptly, Rose’s aggravation returning as quickly it had dissipated, based on how her leg tensed beneath his hand.

For fuck’s sake, doesn’t she ever stop?

The answer was no, apparently, as she continued to chatter, oblivious to their audience or her daughter’s humiliation. “He’s looking for a girl to marry. Maybe I should invite him to lunch next week. Or! Mickey says he’s got a friend you’d get on well with, you should ask him about that. I know you think you’ve got all the time in the world, but really, it would take a least a year to plan the wedding, and thirty-two sounds young but you might be surprised how long it takes you to get pregnant, and your body won’t bounce back as quickly as you’d like- we can’t all be like those celebrities, back to looking like sticks six weeks after giving birth. You know, this might be an idea- start planning your wedding now, you should book two years out anyway- then just find your groom along the way! You can’t afford to lose any time, and really, by now all the decent men are probably married, if not in committed relationships. The longer you wait the more likely you are to have an ex-wife to deal with, maybe even step-children, and God help you then. And if there are, then the ex will probably be a total nightmare, ‘cause if she wasn’t they’d still be married, wouldn’t they? And I don’t mean an annoyance like you complain about Missy, I mean a real pain in the ass. Though you may get lucky and find a nice widower- come to think of it, maybe you should go to Tony’s school events once he starts, you might meet some single fathers-”

Doesn’t this woman ever breathe? Malcolm rolled his eyes, glancing over at Rose to see metaphorical steam coming out of her ears; the one time he’d screwed up badly enough to earn that stink eye himself it had been enough to scare him straight. At least for a little while.

Even as he watched her he saw the final straw break her back, uncertain of what it was having tuned Jackie out, but nothing could have prepared him for how Rose interrupted her mother.

“Malcolm and I are getting married.”

#bbatcfic #ficandchips #Doctor Who #doctorroseprompts #Human!12xRose #Human!Twelfth Doctor #Rose Tyler #Human AU #AU #The Nuptial Necessity

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wannabeagrunklefan · 7 years

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Fic: Fire and Freedom

Pairing: Stancest Rating: PG-13 for language and some implied sexy times, I guess ^^; Author’s Notes: Circus AU! This was written for the Stancest Discord server’s scavenger hunt. I just wanted to say a quick shout out to my very talented teammates for making this event so fun and for being so kind! You’re all brilliant and I was so inspired by your lovely writing and art! :D And a hearty thank you to my beta team @yehvaru and @reinstotheworld, who made this legible! I know you’re both really busy, so it really touched me that you made time to look over my story and give me some feedback and encouragement. You two are the absolute best and I adore you both to the moon and back! :D <3

The link to this fic on AO3 can be found here.

“Little shit!”

Carla sighed heavily, eyes rolled up to the ceiling as if seeking divine patience. “Stanley, don’t start-”

“‘He’s cheating! He’s behind a curtain! ANYONE could have got him out! You think that’s a good trick?’” Her companion continued on with his tirade in a squeaky, off-key parody of what she assumed was meant to be a child, if the child in question sounded like a leaky bike tire.

A leaky bike tire with a serious chain smoking problem.

“Seriously, kid?” He continued arguing with his imaginary, tiny antagonist, weaving haphazardly through the throng of performers backstage preparing for their acts to start. Carla heaved a frustrated breath as she attempted to keep up, neatly dodging some acrobats and coming dangerously close to Ms. Petunia’s prized, trained poodle, Rex, earning her a vicious glare from the older woman. “Anyone could have gotten me outta handcuffs and a locked tank of water in the middle of a giant, empty stage?? The entire point is that I escape on my own!”

“To be fair, the tank’s not really sealed as tightly as it looks, though,” Carla couldn’t help but point out, trying to take the wind out of his sails before he made it clear across the Atlantic Ocean fueled on spite alone.

It seemed to work slightly, as far as distractions went, as Stanley’s steps did slow somewhat. “I know that, and you know that, but that’s not the point,” he growled, punctuating the end of his sentence with a few vicious stabs in the air with a pointer finger. “My job is to create an illusion that inspires ‘wonder’ and ‘the inner child’, and that real child is being a real asshole!”

“Yeah, I see what you mean,” Carla replied dryly. “What child wouldn’t experience a sense of wonder watching a happy-go-lucky guy like you answer their innocent question with a ‘Bite me, kid!’?”

Her companion narrowed his eyes in a mockingly fierce glare and put indignant hands on his hips as his body relaxed into a more playful posture. Bull-headed as Stan was, at least he could concede the point when he was being ridiculous. In his own, silent way, of course. “Yanno what? You can bite me too, Carla.”

“Been there, done that, sugar,” she replied, patting him lightly on the shoulder as he grinned. She wrinkled her nose for effect as she added, “never again.”

He burst into laughter, resting a hand over his heart. “You break my heart, McCorkle! Just like you did that night when you left me fer some clown!”

She immediately shoved him in frustration, forcing more laughter out of him. “NO! It wasn’t funny the first fifty-thousand times you made that joke, and it isn’t funny now! Ugh, I can’t deal with you when you’re like this. Where’s your brother? Why isn’t he suffering you like the rest of us? FORD!” She yelled at a nearby camper, their original destination (Stanley’s destination was always Stanford), and relished the violent tremor that ran through it as she had no doubt startled Ford out of a deep focus.

One chair scrape and several heavy, booted steps later, and the door to the RV swung open, revealing Ford’s perplexed face and emitting a faint scent of chemicals. He quirked a brow in Carla’s direction. “You bellowed?”

She frowned at his word choice and crossed her arms defiantly, pointedly ignoring the sniggering coming from the manchild behind her. “You’re a fire tamer, right?”

His brows scrunched together in a mild frown as he thought the question over. “I suppose you could call it that. But I prefer to say I work with fire-”

“Deal with this,” she interrupted, grabbing a handful of Stan’s sleeve and dragging him over to his brother. “There was a rowdy kid and now he’s all riled up, and if you don’t take him now I’ll throw a knife at him and I can’t guarantee I’ll miss.”

Stanford rolled his eyes as he stepped back to allow Stanley entry. “I’ll deal with it, but I can’t promise it’ll stay dealt with,” he countered, leaping back as Stanley laid a comically exaggerated and loud kiss to his cheek. “AGH! Stanley, what the hell?” he yelped, rubbing a hand up and down his cheek, face flushed and lips twisted into a grimace when his hand passed over saliva.

“Thanks, bro,” Stanley said as he made his way cheerfully into their shared space. “I feel so loved!”

Ford turned back to Carla, his expression deadpan. “Run, while you still can.”

She laughed and punched him playfully on the shoulder. “Thanks. I owe you one.”

“Oh, and Carla?” Stanley popped up over Ford’s shoulder, and that’s when Carla realized she had to leave now.

“Gotta go, Stan! Talk to you later, ok?” she called over her shoulder as she swiftly turned around and began making her escape.

“Oh! Ok. Could you just thank Thistle for me when you see ‘im?”

…Damn him and damn her curiosity straight to hell. She turned around with what she hoped was an effective warning look. “Thank him for what?”

Stan quickly held up his hands in a placating gesture. “Whoa! Hey! No need fer that! I just genuinely wanted to thank him for helpin’ me put away all my props ‘n stuff yesterday.”

Carla could feel her shoulders returning to their more relaxed positions. That was actually… “…Thanks, Stan. I’ll tell him you said that.”

He smiled. “No problem, Carla. I just wanted to make sure he knew I appreciated his kind jester.”

There’s no way of knowing for sure, but it was generally accepted by everyone at the circus that day that the ensuing, aggrieved shriek could be heard the next city over.

“We’re going to need hearing aids soon if you keep winding her up like that.”

Stanley grinned mischievously from his place against the wall as he watched his twin fiddle around with his latest fuel-concoction. “That was a good one, wasn’t it? Even better than I hoped for!”

Ford shook his head in exasperation as he continued with his work. “I honestly don’t know what you hope to achieve by bothering that poor girl. Didn’t she suffer enough as your girlfriend?”

Stan barked out a laugh and pushed off the wall, coming over to Ford to wrap a hand around one shoulder as he leaned over the other to observe his twin’s progress. “Yanno, I’d clock you a good one fer that remark if it wasn’t dripping with jealousy.” He glanced to the side to look for Ford’s reaction and – there! A quick spasm of fingers around the beaker he was holding, a slight quiver of a pipette in a suddenly unsteady hand and a jaunty bounce of an Adam’s apple were all Stan’s to cherish; small pieces of evidence of his twin’s affection that he could collect like an emotional magpie, decorating his life with pieces of love and hoarding the warmth they brought him.

“Who’s jealous?” Ford asked, in the most chalant-nonchalant sort of way. Stanley hoped he wasn’t sincerely trying to sound unaffected, because that would mean his brother was the worst liar in history and bullshit was basically their trade, so…not a good combination. “I just meant that perhaps you should…ease up a little. No person should be screaming that much, that regularly.”

“No?” Stan asked casually, plucking the beaker and pipette out of Ford’s hands and setting them down safely out of harm’s way, as Ford avidly stared at the side of his head. “You couldn’t see any advantages to screaming loudly on a regular basis?” He continued his line of questioning, pulling out the chair Ford is sitting in and sitting down in the newly created space of his twin’s lap. He looped his arms around Ford’s neck, grinning in triumph as he felt strong hands grip his hips, some stray fingers slipping under his shirt and coming to a stop to lightly caress the skin underneath. He licked his lips as he gazed into brilliant, warm brown eyes, so much more vibrant and arresting than his own. “No fringe benefits, at all?”

He watched Ford’s eyes shift from side to side - searching for something, it looked like. The inner workings of Ford’s mind often eluded him. Whatever it was, he must’ve found it, because the firm, stiff line of his mouth softened and melted into a charmingly lazy grin and the feather-light caresses began to move downward with intent. “Well, Carla was certainly right about one thing. You are riled up, aren’t you?”

Stan grinned devilishly, bringing one hand up to run through Ford’s curly locks, pausing every so often to deliver light, teasing scratches to his scalp. “You bet. She seemed to think that you should deal with me.” Here he grabbed a mass of hair, pulling Ford’s head back. Ford went willingly, offering his throat in its entirety to his brother. “What do you think about that?”

“I’m not sure,” Ford admitted, looking up at the ceiling. “I’ve never really done well trying to force fire to bend to my will, as I’m sure you remember.” Stan responded with a non-committal hum and a light caress to a pale, pink patch of skin on his brother’s throat. “As I mentioned earlier, my best work seems to come when I treat the fire with respect. Like a partner.” He flicked his eyes down in an attempt to meet Stan’s despite the awkward angle.

Stan considered him briefly, laid out and submissive beneath him, before throwing aside the façade and finally giving into temptation, bending forward to kiss, lick and suck at every inch of skin he could reach. His twin came alive immediately, hands coming up and grasping at Stan’s shoulders for purchase as he gasped and moaned his pleasure, completely losing himself in the moment.

It was times like these, here in this narrow world where he and Ford were the only things in existence, that Stanley felt like everything slotted into place. Where he could slowly, carefully free his brother from all the invisible trappings of the world outside and celebrate his freedom, celebrate Ford. It was always his most thrilling escape, and when he succeeded it brought him more pride and joy than hundreds of locked tank performances could ever touch.

Every soft gasp was like the rattle of a loosening chain, every moan the click of a lock springing open under his hands. Every desperate plea was like the awed gasps of an enthralled crowd and every call of his name the thunderous applause of a phantom audience. With Ford he reached new heights and it was with Ford that he achieved some of his greatest accomplishments.

When they were together, he received some of Ford’s magic too. Every light caress trailed fire along his nerve-endings, and every kiss seared into him like a brand. Ford’s intense gaze lit a fire in his gut and his fierce embrace was scalding enough to melt away the outside fears and anxieties that plagued him while leaving his heart and soul feeling blissfully warm.

Together they were two fires that burned brightly, twining and melting into one another to become an intimidating force of nature. Together, they broke locks and rent chains asunder, lifting each other to previously unattainable heights where they could soar in their freedom.

Together, the future was bright.

Together, they made the impossible possible.

#stancest #stancest scavenger hunt #my writing #ugh this is kind of a mess lol #but i enjoyed writing this anyway #aus are so fun to mess around with ^^

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Hollywood cerise, rose, French rose, burnt sienna, copper, orangeade, peach, gold, tea green, indigo, mulberry, thistle, cream, silver, ecru, black, pink nectar

Hollywood Cerise - What are your ambitions?-To have a secure life and home with someone I love, I havent quite found a career ambition yet.

Rose - Where do you feel most comfortable?-In the water or at the beach, though this takes a back seat to cuddling with a significant other.

French Rose - What is your favourite flavour?-Hard to say, I like a lot of flavors, though as far as ones for sweets are concerned, Strawberry then Chocolate.

Burnt Sienna - Favourite smell?-I have such a vivid sense of smell, I honestly can’t say, but Vanilla bean is a really lovely one.

Copper - What is your favourite kind of day?-One spent with a person that I hold close to my heart.

Orangeade - When do you feel alive?-Learning new things im interested in or doing exciting things with a significant other.

Peach - Favourite texture/s?-this is hard to say, because I have certain textures I hate, but I’m not sure what they are, as far as my favorite, I love the feel of a cotton shirt, but I also have a slightly more inappropriate texture I like o-o

Gold - Are you high maintenance?-It depends on the definition, I want the be wanted, even needed to an extent, so in a way that makes me a little needy because I like attention from my SO, but I can also be fine with doing my own thing, so unsure.

Tea green - How do you relax?-Laying in a bathtub or hottub is a great way, it’s not my favorite way to relax, but it’s what I can do by myself, gaming is half work half relax so Idk if I can count that.

Indigo - Become immortal?-I would love to, but only if I either never fell in love, or someone I love would be immortal with me, not all relationships are perfect, but with that much time I’m sure the problems can be worked through.

Mulberry - Could you betray someone?-I don’t think I could ever betray someone knowing that it was betrayal, especially on the topic of cheating, fuck that I would ask to be killed to rid myself of the guilt I would carry, in a trusting and monogamous relationship you do not do that under any circumstances.

Thistle - If you could become wise, rich, or intelligent, which would you rather? -If this is assuming I’m none of these currently, it would be a hard decision between rich and intelligent, because intelligence is important to me, however I also know being rich and of average or bellow intelligence would also be easy and I would be ignorant and happy ;/

Cream - If you had 1 day left to live, what would you do?-That’s a hard decision, I would really want to see my girlfriend, but that wouldn’t be fair to her to only get to be with her for a small portion of a day and then die. So keeping that in mind I would try to say goodbye in person to all of my family if I could, ending with my mom.

Silver - Are you a good person?-I try to be as much as I can, but emotions are powerful motherfuckers.

Ecru - How do you feel about the world today?-“everyone knows shits fucked”

Black - What is the greatest success of your life so far?-learning how to care about others more than myself.

Pink Nectar - What’s your aesthetic?-A warm cozy wood cabin in either a snowstorm or pouring rain in a forest with a view of the beach, lots of love between two people and good food inside..

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