#six seasons and a wild west au

[ratsoh-writes]

Hey y’all! Meet our new Underwest characters!! And the au!

To introduce them: Underwest is a Wild West au! These monsters were never trapped behind a barrier, and lived in the deserts and plains of the surface along with humans. Conditions were harsh for every one, but they made do, creating a community of hardy resourceful monsters and humans alike!

Like the name suggests, this au is cowboy themed with a few twists! There are hardly any mammals from this au. The hot desert sun is too much for most furred critters, and certain animals like sheep, wolves and horses never evolved. But other animal species thrived! Namely the reptiles.

In Underwest there are three big domesticated animal groups: herding lizards, raptors and terror birds.

Herding lizards: there are dozens of breeds, but they’re all mostly the same. A six legged desert lizard raised for meat because of its passive nature and the fact that it can eat almost anything and survive off of little water

Raptors: domesticated and wild, not to be confused with the ancient dinosaurs. These are quadruple lizards as large as a horse with long thick legs and the energy to run for hours. They’re carnivorous and domesticated ones are used as herding animals and riding animals

Terror birds: MASSIVE carnivorous birds of prey with wingspans the size of cars. And the bane of every Underwest monster. They snatch up monsters, people and livestock and have crossed over into ebott after the crash as well. They can be tamed however by particularly skilled individuals and can even be taught to take a saddle and fly with riders.

The Underwest monsters don’t have royals as there was never a war between them and the humans in the past. Monsters and humans were divided into traveling family units, chasing water sources and only settling during rainy seasons. They’re believed to be closely related to the farm AUs due to many of the Underwest monsters having earth affinities.

Meet partner and rowdy!!

Partner (Underwest sans)

Partner is a stocky skeleton monster, aged 68 with soft lilac magic. He stands at 5’7 and has a strong thick muscular ecto that he worked hard to achieve. He has a bit of a gap between his front two teeth.

Partner is a very serious monster, he rarely smiles and hearing a laugh from him is like seeing gold fall out of the sky. If duty was a soul trait, he’d have it. He always keeps his promises, even if it kills him. While he can be grumpy and temperamental, he has a soft spot for the gentle and innocent, and is a good protector to any of his loved ones.

Partner works as the sheriff in Goldenvalley, hunting down criminals.as there’s only one police station and it’s a lot of land to cover, he works very hard at his job. On the side he also trains raptors for a bit of extra G.

He’s a very clever fighter which makes up for his rather average magic power. This is reflected in his magic weapon, a whip that when cracked, makes a loud booming noise to frighten. The whip itself doesn’t do much damage

His special ability is that he can see both up and forward. Like he has eyes on the top of his head. When he consciously thinks about it, partner can see the sky even though he may be looking down or forward.

Things he loves: leather goods and clothes, garlic, rustic belt buckles and hat accessories, artisan breads, hunting, telling campfire stories, horror novels, axe throwing, the color blue, clover flowers, country music (go figure)

Rowdy (Underwest papyrus)

Rowdy is a lanky skeleton monster aged 27 with baby blue magic. He has a think but trim ecto and is always covered in scrapes and bruises. He has a bit of a gap between his front two teeth

Rowdy is a cheerful, eager to please and clumsy fellow. He’s been rather sheltered by his mother for most of his life, so some things that may be common sense to most he hasn’t learned yet. He wears his heart on his sleeve and is a delight to be around with how affectionate he is. However he’s very gullible, making partner very protective of him.

Rowdy is partners apprentice, learning the art of training raptors. He’s not partners brother like the others but is actually his younger cousin. Their mothers were sisters. Rowdy only recently left home this last year and a half, so he’s a bit behind in the practical work compared to other monsters his age

Rowdy has very explosive magic which shows in his magical weapon, a boomerang that literally explodes on contact. Unfortunately if it doesn’t hit its target, ot explodes on him when it comes back. He’s working on fixing that

Rowdy’s special ability is double jump! When he’s in the air, he can kick off exactly once to get a second jump!

Things he loves: comedy podcasts and shows, parsnips, the color yellow, fun patterned bandanas, horseback riding, exploring new areas, pop music, line dancing, stew, orange blossoms

Side characters

Belle: the mother of rowdy and the aunt of partner, bell is a skeleton monster aged 400 exactly. Having lost her sister and husband before the crash due to sickness and a bad rain year, she was extremely protective of rowdy. Even after the crash she sheltered him, causing him to run in order to accept the apprenticeship partner offered. Partner and Belle had a huge fight over this and aren’t on speaking terms anymore

Robber: Underwest undyne, and despite the hilarious nickname, shes no criminal but is in fact another sheriff of Goldenvalley, and has a friendly rivalry with partner. She’s still new in her job and goes to him for pointers a lot as well.

Prairie: Underwest alphys, and partners closest friend. She breeds raptors and goes to him to train all of them. She owns a cute plot of land that she raises goats on as her primary source of income. Breeding raptors is a long and tedious job, definitely not something one can easily live off of.

#undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #worldbuilding #Underwest #ratsohart

[jedipoodoo]

Love Knows No Season (Sergeant Hunter x OC, Wild West AU)

@queenquazar @dilpickledd @the-shadow-of-atlantis @themaridenstationchronicles @allwhoponder

Word Count: 5066 (H O W ? ? ?) Notes: Hypothermia, sickfic(ish), pining but they're too obtuse to realize that the other is pining too. Crosshair 110% says "y'all" y'all are just cowards.

Saachi was quite surprised to find the Sheriff was at the door when Missus Secura asked her to answer it. She was quite embarrassed that she hadn't put more effort into making sure her hair was brushed, but it had snowed heavily the night before and she wasn't expecting any of the ranch hands to show up.

"Is everything alright, sir?" She asked.

Sheriff Hunter floundered for a moment, "Is that how you greet everyone?" He asked.

"It's the badge, Hunt," Echo gave Hunter a meaningful nudge as he wheeled himself around his brother and into the house.

Hunter glanced down at the lapel of his dark overcoat, with the golden star pinned just over his heart, and quickly took it off, shoving it in his coat pocket.

"Well come on in! Don't let all the heat out!" Mister Secura chuckled good-naturedly, and Saachi stepped out of the way to let Echo and Hunter into the kitchen

"Echo, Sheriff, this is a pleasant surprise," Missus Secura smiled, offering them the plate of cinnamon rolls, fresh from the oven.

"Didn't mean to interrupt anythin', ma'am," Echo nodded, and gratefully accepted the pastry, "We just wanted to invite Yulia and Saachi to come skating with us this morning."

"That sounds wonderful," Yulia gasped and took Saachi's hand. Despite standing over the stove for the past hour, her fingers were still freezing, "Have you ever been skating before?"

"No, I-I don't believe I have," Saachi tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"No need to worry," Echo gave Hunter's arm a solid whack, "Hunter can teach you plenty!"

"Would it just be the four of you, then?" Missus Secura asked, mindful as always.

"No ma'am," Echo sat up straight, "the rest of our brothers will be there too. We're teaching Megan how to skate today as well."

Saachi and Hunter on their own would be an appropriate pair to chaperone Yulia and Echo as they pursued their courtship, but no one would question the integrity of the local doctor in addition to the Sheriff's vow of honor.

"Come on, let's go get ready!" Yulia, still grasping Saachi's hand, pulled her from the kitchen and up the stairs to her room. It was like she knew her parents were going to day yes. Saachi's father and stepmother back home would have required several more rounds of interrogation before possibly considering Saachi being around four men all day, even if they were more friends than strangers.

The Fett boys, however, were no strangers. Saachi had been staying with the Securas in Pabu Creek for the last five months, traveling around Marauder Valley helping any women in need of a midwife or any kind of medical care. In doing so, she'd gotten to know Pabu Creek's Doctor Tech, Yulia's sweetheart Echo, and their brothers quite well. Not to mention their little sister, Megan. Megan was well-versed in medicine, and had helped Saachi and Yulia once or twice. Sheriff Hunter had also escorted them all over the valley, and helped them out of a sticky situation more times than Saachi would care to admit.

"Here, wear this," Yulia handed Saachi a fluffy red scarf.

"What, why?" Saachi wrapped it around her neck anyway, she needed the warmth.

"It matches the one the Sheriff was wearing. Plus, it's a good color on you," Yulia winked.

Saachi hushed her quickly, "He could hear you!" Yulia just laughed all the louder, and brushed Saachi's hair, pulling it back into a smooth bun that could easily fit under a bonnet.

Saachi rolled her eyes. Yulia's attempts at playing matchmaker were getting more and more overt, and Saachi didn't know what to do about it. It had been six months. If the sheriff was going to make a move on her, he would have done so by now. But Saachi didn't mind, not one bit. She was happy simply to spend time with Yulia and the others.

They came back downstairs, bundled tightly. and Yulia took their thicker bonnets from the coat pegs to tie below their chin.

Saachi fumbled with the strings for a moment, trying not to tie her mittens in a knot.

"Let me," The sheriff offered. He took the strings from her hands, tying them in a secure knot just below her chin.

"Thank you, Sher- Hunter." Saachi corrected herself.

"Anytime," Sheriff Hunter held out his arm to her, escorting her down the stairs of the Secura's porch to the sleigh he and Echo had ridden in. The two horses, Havoc and Maudie, waited patiently, delicately pawing at the snow as Hunter helped Echo down the stairs in his wheelchair.

Havoc was a dark gray stallion, with gruff neighs and whinnies. Maudie was a mare with soft yellow fur and mane, and she kept blinking at the brightness of the sun reflected on the bright white snow.

Hunter and Yulia helped Echo into the back of the sleigh with some blankets, and hung his wheelchair off the back of the sleigh. Hunter slipped into the front bench next to Saachi. With a click of his teeth, he urged the horses forward, and theytook off at a brisk trot down the road towards the Fett Family Ranch.

Saachi watched the snow around them, watching it sparkle in the morning sun against a clear blue sky.

"No one ever talks about how bright the snow is. Just how it's always cold, and wet," Saachi spoke quietly, trying not to interrupt Yulia and Echo's conversation. They were adults, they could talk about whatever they wanted.

Hunter grunted, and Saachi thought that would be the end of their conversation as the sleigh hissed across the top of the icy drifts.

"Sometimes it takes seein' something for yourself to see the beauty in it," He said.

Saachi felt the inner urge to keep the conversation going, but she had no idea of what to say next.

"What's your home like?"

"What, the ranch?"

"No no, not your house here, but, you said once that your family came from the Maori islands, right?"

Hunter nodded. "Rotura. New Zealand."

"When I came to America, we stopped in Auckland on the way over. It was pretty small."

"Auckland is not New Zealand," Hunter shook his head, "That's the British New Zealand."

"Right," Saachi gave a deep exhale, watching her breath frost on the crisp air with the awkwardness.

Fortunately, the Fett Home came into view as they rounded a copse of naked trees. Wrecker was outside, chopping wood, and little Megan was helping him, hollaring and waving as the sleigh came up the hill.

"Wrecker, what's she doing out without her coat on?" Hunter sighed and climbed out of the sleigh. But before he went over to give Megan a little push back inside, he offered Saachi a hand out from under the blankets and furs that cushioned the seats.

Wrecker shrugged, and tossed some more logs on the wood pile, "She seemed fine! She was having fun making the snowballs." He pointed to the piled next to the front door.

"She's a kid, Wrecker, she'll get sick faster than we will," Echo explained patiently. Wrecker helped him out of the sleigh and into his wheelchair, helping him through the tracks left by his chair from earlier in the morning.

"How are you going to skate with us, Echo?" Saachi asked, walking alongside Echo's chair.

A loud clattering from the barn, followed by a prolonged moo from the cow, Lulabelle, answered her question. Tech stumbled out, carrying another big, bulky chair in his arms.

"I believe this one will suit our needs rather well!" He proudly announced, holding it up as high as he could with the bulky shape.

Megan threw open the door to the house, now wrapped up in a long, woolen overcoat, with a scarf, gloves, and a thick bonnet like Saachi's and Yulia's.

"Who's ready for ice skating!" She whooped and grabbed Saachi's hand, taking off at a sprint down the hill from the house to the lake.

Omega skid to a stop at the lake's edge, and Saachi nearly crashed into her, both of them studying the ice in great detail.

"So how do we do it?" Omega asked, gasping for breath.

Saachi shook her head, "I don't know."

Still holding Saachi's hand for good luck, Megan stretched out her booted foot, placing it solidly on the ice. Nothing happened. Megan leaned forward, placing her second foot on the ice with it. She gave a little bounce to see if something would happen, and her feet slipped out from under her, and she landed on her rear.

A sharp whistle pierced the air, and Saachi watched Crosshair, the last and most aloof of the brothers, approach with two pairs of shoes with blades attached to the bottom.

"I think this will make it more fun for y'all."

"What's that?" Megan groaned, pushing herself back on her feet and rubbing her bum.

Crosshair waved the smaller pair of skates at her, and Saachi noticed a third pair slung over his shoulders, "This, kid, is the 'skate' in 'ice skate'."

Saachi helped Megan off the ice again, and Crosshair showed them how to lace up the skates as Wrecker and Tech helped Echo down the hill with his new chair.

The seat was the same wicker frame as Echo's wheelchair, but instead of the wheels, the framework beneath the seat was attached to two handles, much like the brake in a railroad engine, so that Echo could steer the ice skates at the bottom of the framework.

Yulia laced up her own pair of skates and was the first one on the ice after Echo. While he figured out the mechanics of his new chair, Yulia took Megan's hands and led her out on the ice. Megan's feet almost slipped out from under her, but Yulia kept a firm hold on her, showing her how to position her feet and keep her balance.

"Where's Hunter?" Saachi glanced around, but couldn't see the Sheriff who had brought them there.

"He's puttin' the horses in the barn to stay warm," Crosshair winked at her, "You're welcome to wait for 'im if you want 'im to show ya a few moves..."

Saachi's face flushed with warmth from her chin to the tip of her nose, despite the cold. Did everyone know that she was sweet on the Sheriff?

"Wrecker! Can you show me how to skate?"

"Me?" Wrecker was momentarily confused, but it was quickly replaced with a grin as big as the Grand Canyon, "Sure thing!"

Keeping her hand on Wrecker's arm, Saachi carefully pulled herself to her feet. She could balance a sword on her fingertip, she could balance her body on a single blade. She placed her feet on the ice just as Yulia had told Omega, and let Wrecker lead her across the ice.

Her legs wobbled a bit, “How do you move on these?” she asked. 

“Like this!” Wrecker shot forward, yanking Saachi with him. Saachi squealed and hung on to Wrecker’s arm for dear life as she was dragged across the ice with him, her feet flying out from under her as she tried to get a semblance of balance.

Yulia laughed as Wrecker skated past with Saachi and tow. She was skating lazily, using Echo’s chair like a cane to keep her balance. Saachi caught a glimpse of Crosshair’s smirk and turned to shoot a rude comment in his direction, only for her grip to slip from Wrecker’s arm and send her tumbling face first into a thick leather jacket.

Hunter caught her under the elbows, holding her steady until she got her feet under her. Wrecker didn’t seem the least bit apologetic for his shenanigans.

"Thanks, Wreck," Hunter said, his voice low and his eyes never leaving Saachi's, "I got it from here.”

Wrecker laughed, “If you say so, boss!” He skated over to Megan, much more gracefully than one would expect of a man his girth.

Hunter took Saachi’s hand and tucked it into the crook of his elbow. His arms weren’t as big as Wrecker’s, but they were firm and warm, and it kept her hand tucked up against his warm chest. Saachi tried to place her second hand there for a more secure grip, but Hunter gently pushed it away.

“You’ll need that to keep your balance. Here,” He gave a little push with his skates, and he almost pulled away from Saachi before she pulled herself after him.

“Start with smaller strokes, it’s easier to keep yourself from fallin’ over. Watch me,” He pointed down at their feet. Though his feet moved almost diagonally as they pushed against the ice, his body kept moving in a straight line. Saachi matched her steps to his, slowly but surely gliding across the ice. Now she was starting to see why this was enjoyable. 

Hunter led Saachi around the perimeter of the lake, helping her get accustomed to the movement and letting her find her balance.

“You know how to dance, right?”

Saachi blinked up at him, “Do you?” She demanded.

Hunter chuckled and spun himself in front of Saachi. Still holding her hand, he was skating backward as he led her in a lazy Figure Eight.

“C’mon now, you didn’t think we’re that uncultured out here did ya?”

Well, the Secura’s did host a dance from time to time,but Saachi couldn’t think of a time she’d seen the Sheriff dancing at one.

Before she could come up with a witty retort, Hunter gently pulled her in closer, holding her hand in his and placing his free hand on her waist. Saachi fell into dance position easily, and without missing a beat Hunter glided through the waltz steps– one, two, three, one two three –and spun Saachi under his arm.

Like any upper-crust lady who’d been taught how to dance, Saachi anticipated the move, lifting her right foot just above the ice, and rising to the tip of the blade of her skates. She wobbled on such a small area, but Hunter held her firmly, and kept her from falling.

Saachi landed with her back against Hunter’s chest, both his hands clutched in her, and the others applauded their show.

“Well done,” Hunter whispered in her ear. Unable to do anything but giggle childishly, Saachi gave a curtsy to her dance partner.

Megan laughed, more than confident enough in her own abilities as she skated by, grinning at Saachi and Hunter, like she knew something that they didn’t.

The sound of a gunshot ripped through the air, and everyone paused for a moment. When no one reported any injuries, they all relaxed, but Megan stayed frozen.

It turned out Saachi was warmed by more than just the movement required for skating. The ice was getting thinner, creating a spider-web of cracks beneath Megan's feet.

"Help me," She whimpered.

"Wrecker, you and Echo get off the ice," Hunter said. Everyone began talking at once, Wrecker protesting trying to say that he could help, Yulia trying to make her way over to Echo, Crosshair skating towards Megan as fast as he could, and Tech drawing closer as he tried to tell Megan how she should avoid falling through the ice.

"Everyone shut up and stop moving!" Hunter barked. His voice sent the birds scrambling away in the trees.

"Wrecker, you're too heavy. We need as many of us off the ice as possible."

Wrecker and Yulia helped Echo get his chair off the ice, and slowly Tech made his way to the edge of the lake.

“You too Cross,” Hunter said. Crosshair tried to move closer to where Omega was, but he was still halfway across the lake, and Saachi and Hunter were already closer to Megan. Finally, he gave up, and joined the others on the snow.

"Yulia, get us a stick or something!" Hunter waved a hand at the woods. Yulia stumbled through the snow, growing slushier with each passing second, and Crosshair was right being her, trying to find a stick the perfect length to reach Megan.

"Just stay right there, Megs, it's gonna be okay," Saachi smiled at her, trying to ease Megan's racing nerves as well as her own.

"Spread out your body weight, Megan, it will keep the ice from cracking faster!" Tech said.

Megan was balanced precariously already. The more she stared at her feet, the faster the cracks seemed to appear.

"Here!" Wrecker passed a stick as tall as Crosshair to Hunter. Hunter tossed it over to Saachi who held the stick out to Megan.

"Grab on, kid," He nodded urgently. Saachi held on to the other end of the thick stick, providing a counterbalance for Megan's weight and lifting her off the ice just slightly.

"Now what?" Saachi asked.

Hunter scrambled for a bit, trying to put his thoughts into words.

"We've got to swing her over to the edge of the lake, or at least off the weak part of the ice,"

Saachi nodded, wondering if she had the strength to do that on her own. She and Hunter were both too scared to move, any movement could make the ice crack faster and send them all into the frozen water below.

Strength, she almost certainly had. She'd picked up Megan and stacks upon stacks of encyclopedias at the library dozens of times before. It was her balance that was in question.

Saachi's breath frosted in the air, clouding her glasses as she gathered her strength. As best she could, Saachi swung the stick like a cricket bat, launching Megan at the lakes edge. She let go of the stick in the process, stumbling forwards and landing on her hands and knees.

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief as Tech caught Megan under her arms, helping her to her feet.

Saachi braced her hands on the ice to stand up, only to realize that this patch of ice was much darker than the rest.

She fell face-first into the freezing water without a chance to gasp for air.

"Saachi!" She heard everyone screaming her name, but all she could see was the dark water around her. She tried not to scream and lose what precious air she had left, kicking and searching for the surface as her fingers began to grow numb and the cold stabbed at her skin.

A stick jabbed her in the stomach and she grabbed it on instinct, trying to push away the offending object, but instead it tugged her upward, into the biting wind.

Saachi gasped for breath. By some miracle her glasses were still on her face, though her thrashing had pushed them down the tip of her nose. She could make out a clump of blurry shapes with Hunter's orange coat and the red knit hat and scarf Omega had made him. He was crawling towards her on his belly, across the ice, a death grip on the stick they'd used to save Megan.

"Take my hand!" He yelled. Megan and the others were also yelling, asking if Saachi was okay or what they could do to help.

Hunter shoved his hand in Saachi's face so she wouldn't miss it. Her fingers fumbled, unable to quite bend around his hand in a firm grip. Hunter gave a small tug, pulling her a bit farther out of the ice, allowing him to grip her wrist tightly.

"Wrecker! Grab my feet!" Hunter called over his shoulder.

Wrecker cautiously made his way across the ice, only stepping on the solid white parts as before he leaned forward, grabbing Hunter by the ankles.

The ice held beneath Saachi as the biting cold became slightly less cold as she was carefully pulled out of the hole in the ice.

"Good, good, keep going!" Hunter said, though the encouragement didn't feel directed at anyone in particular. Saachi reached for him with her free hand, digging her fingers into the leather of his coat as best she could. As her fingers slipped, Hunter seized her other wrist.

"Hang on, sweetheart, just a bit farther," He gasped, glancing over his shoulder. Wrecker had reached the lake's edge, giving Hunter the confidence he needed to move a bit more freely and pulled Saachi closer, wrapping her up in his coat and placing his had on her head. The laces of her bonnet still hung around her throat, like an icy necklace, and her waves had slipped from her bun, freezing against her bare skin.

"I'm getting her inside," Hunter was on his feet before Wrecker could offer to carry Saachi, following their footprints back to the door of the cabin.

Saachi blinked her eyes, trying to get rid of the icicles that were starting to form on her eyelashes.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Hunter said. It was almost the same tone that he used with the horses when they were acting up, but this sounded much more worried.

"Don't fall asleep on me, keep your eyes opened," He urged. His warm breath fanned across her face. It was a pathetic breeze compared to the snowfall, but it kept Saachi's nose from freezing.

Hunter kicked open the door and set Saachi in the rocking chair closest to the fireplace. The fireplace itself was down to the embers

"Karking hells-!" a mixture of all his sibling's names poised at the tip of his tongue, but he settled for growling instead. He tossed three logs on the embers, only to snuff out what was left of them.

He cursed again and grabbed the matches from the mantle. He tried once, twice, three times before the flame caught, and he pressed it up against the wood.

The fire spread slowly, too slowly for Hunter's liking. He yanked the blanket off of Megan's trundle bed and went to wrap it around Saachi, only to realize that she was still shivering in her wet clothes.

Yulia finally caught up.

"Do you have any spare clothes she could use? We need to get her things dried off."

Hunter climbed up the ladder to the loft, tossing down another blanket and his nightgown, thick linen for the cold months.

Yulia drew the curtain that gave Megan's little bed some privacy as the others made their way inside.

"Which one of you was dumb enough to let the fire go out in the middle of winter!?" Hunter snapped.

Tech huffed, offended, "Well, you are the one who said we should always be careful to put out a fire before leaving it unattended."

Megan giggled as Hunter floundered like a fish out of water.

"Hey Hunter, you still have your skates on." Wrecker pointed out.

"How'd you make it up the hill like that?" Echo murmured what Saachi was thinking.

Yulia helped Saachi peel her frozen things off her body, rubbing her hands against her arms and legs every so often.

"You alright?" Yulia asked, "That was a bit of a shock."

Saachi shook her head and pulled on the nightgown, "Und-d-ders-t-tatment of th-the cent-t-ury."

Saachi was quickly settled in the rocking chair in front of the fire and wrapped up in a pile of blankets. Echo and Tech escorted Yulia back to the Secura’s farm so she could grab some of Saachi’s things and explain that they needed to stay with the Fetts until Saachi was better, and Crosshair and Wrecker were seeing to the cows and the other animals on the ranch.

Megan, having been assured that it wasn’t her fault that Saachi had fallen through the ice, was asleep on Saachi’s lap, since Saachi was using her blankets. Hunter poured some water from the kettle into a bucket for Saachi’s feet, and used the rest to make some tea.

“Thank you,” Saachi whispered.

“Nothing like Indian tea, to be sure,” He joked, “But it’ll warm ya up.”

Saachi smiled up at him, and he quickly glanced away to hide his own smile.

“What was that for?” She asked, trying not to jostle Megan.

“Nothin’,” Hunter waved it off and sat on Megan’s bed with his own cup of tea.

Saachi wasn’t sure she wanted to take the man at his word. He had run up the hill in skates to get her to safety, and the water in the bucket was already warm before he added more.

If she wanted to find out if the Sheriff was sweet on her, like Yulia and Crosshair insisted, it was now or never.

“Sheriff, are you trying to court me?”

Hunter was quiet for a moment, then a chuckle echoed in his tin cup, “Have been for the last six months, but I was beginnin’ to think you weren’t interested.”

“Not interested?” Saachi asked.

He shrugged and set his cup aside. His winter things were hanging up to dry, leaving him in his suspenders and the work shirt that hugged his toned muscles from years of riding and hard work. He took Megan from Saachi’s arms and placed the girl in her bed with a blanket from one of their brothers.

“I thought you were trying to let me down easy, all polite and stuff.”

“Let you down, for what?”

“Well, escortin’ you to the carriage and walkin’ you around the town, makin’ sure you had the things you needed for your work, tryin’ to invite you to all the dances and stuff that Echo takes Yulia to, things like that.”

Hunter ran a hand through his hair and tucked the blankets around Megan a little tighter so she wouldn’t shiver in her sleep, “Maybe I wasn’t bein’ bold enough, like Cross said. But Wrecker said he thought I was doin’ good.” He sat on the floor next to Saachi’s chair and added another log to the fire.

"I thought you were just being nice! All the men back east do those things for women all the time."

"And you never thought they were flirtin' with ya?"

Saachi felt a heat in her cheeks that wasn't from the fire and laughed lamely, "Well, not really."

“Don’t worry,” Hunter tucked one of her curls into her braid, brushing her cheek with the pad of his thumb as he did so, “I still think you’re smart.”

Saachi glared up at him, her nose scrunching in a way that made him chuckle, the opposite of her intended effect.

Hunter pushed himself up onto one knee so that he could rest both his hands on the arm of the chair, next to where Saachi clutched her cooling cup of tea.

“Miss Saachi, I would be honored if you let me court you properly. Once you’re all better that is.”

Saachi felt the warmth from her cheeks soaking into every muscle in her body, almost as if she’d never fallen into the freezing water.

“I’d be honored, Sheriff Hunter.”

He smiled, sitting back on the floor. “I promise, once the snow starts to melt, I’m gonna pick you the most colorful bundle of wildflowers you ever saw.”

“Now that’s a high bar to reach, Sheriff,” Saachi teased, “I’ve yet to see any wildflowers on the Western Frontier that can match the lotuses of India.”

“Oh really?”

Saachi chuckled, "Tell me about your New Zealand, and I'll tell you about my India."

Hunter smiled wistfully. “Well, one of my oldest memories is of rotten eggs.”

“Rotten eggs?” This was not nearly as romantic as Saachi thought it would be.

Hunter laughed, letting his head roll back as he stretched out his legs, “Rotura is built on an old volcano. The sulfur and gasses eek out, and make the city smell worse than the British do.”

Saachi slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her own laughter. The British had left their fair share of trash all over Saachi’s beloved home too.

“At least most of the British don’t want to settle there because of the smell, and those who are born there are used to it.

“And it’s not all bad. There’s lakes everywhere, more than I knew how to count as a kid. And the hot springs too, like Yosemite.” 

“Did you ever visit them?”

“All the time.” Hunter pulled one leg to his chest, resting his arm on his knee, “I definitely miss them during the winter months.”

“I could use a hot spring myself,” Saachi said, “During the monsoon season, it never stops raining, but it never got this cold.”

“So you’re a good swimmer, then?”

Saachi gave Hunter a glare as playful as the twinkle in his eye. “I’m good at swimming when I’ve not been taken by surprise. And the floods in India don’t chill you to the bone like the snow does here.”

“Fair enough.”

“I much prefer the summer, when the mangoes ripen and you can sit in the branches and eat your full without moving an inch.”

“Yeah, me too,” Hunter said.

Saachi looked into his eyes. The heat from the fire dried out her eyes, but Hunter’s bright brown eyes carried that same glow of warmth without the searing pain. She wanted more of that warmth, of that glow.

He almost seemed to be getting closer, or at least he would have, if the door hadn’t been thrown open with a chilling gust of wind as Yulia burst in, Echo and Tech in tow.

Yulia froze in the doorway, noting Megan asleep on the bed, and Saachi and Hunter leaning conspicuously towards each other.

“Are we interrupting anything?” She asked, a musical lilt in her voice.

“Nope.”

“No ma’am.” Saachi and Hunter both insisted.

“Well good,” Tech pushed past Yulia with Echo’s chair, “Because Missus Secura sent us home with enough stew that even Wrecker should go to bed full.”

“Well that’s good,” Hunter said, trying not to sound embarrassed.

Echo and Yulia were not as easily deterred, and both of them watched Saachi and Hunter with knowing looks. 

Saachi refused to dignify their teasing, and bent over her tea, which had gone cold.

“Here, let me get that for ya,” Hunter offered before she could even ask. 

His finger brushed against hers as he slipped the cup from her hand, and Saachi’s heartbeat stuttered in her chest.

So this was what it felt like to be courted by the Sheriff.

#lizart writes #wild west au #sheriff hunter #the bad batch #the bad batch au #tbb hunter x oc #sergeant hunter x oc #bad batch oc #star wars oc #saachi gunder #sunter #yulia secura #arc trooper echo x oc #echo x oc

[bonnielass23]

Writer WIP Poll Game

Rules: make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wip's, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner got.

I was tagged by the lovely @astarkey and @alwaysupatnight. Thank you for allowing to open the floodgates of just how many WIPS I have.

Since I was tagged by a fellow Dusk fan I'm gonna list my fdtd wips all of which are sethkate. Some serious. Some complete crack. Most of these do not have titles yet

Outside of my fdtd friends who have already posted, I'm gonna tag everyone else across multiple fandoms : @lilmissuncreative @saltyunderscored @kelkat9 @fortysevenswrites @psilocybinlemon @elialys @milkshakemicrowave @kelkat9 and anyone else I missed or wants to do it!

Some of these have an official summary, some is just me throwing out the info. It should be obvious which is which lol

If anyone has any questions about these feel free to hit me up!

Raccoon Amaru - Canon divergent post season 2. With Kate surviving the blood well and Seth bringing her back to Jeds from the hospital to recover, Amaru finds herself in a different vessel.

La Jefe - Canon divergent post season 2 episode 9. At the blood well Kate stays up on the hill with Richie. It’s only after he’s gone down to try to take the blood for himself, in a move that is peak dumbass, that Kate has to intervene. With Richie wounded by a Xiblaban weapon and lying useless in the backseat of the car it’s up to Kate to deliver the blood and unwittingly become the new La Jefe, the head of Malvado’s empire. Seth lives his best life as a sugar baby and Richie is crying in a corner because he's supposed to be the boss.

Wild West AU - Wild West likely with supernatural elements. Kate frees Seth from the jail in Bethel the night before he's set to hang in exchange for him helping her track down her brother who disappeared with Carlos six months earlier. (Also the memorial piece for my mare, Bandit, who passed away almost a year ago and will be written in as Seth's horse.)

SethKate Wedding Date AU - Modern Day. No culebras. Kate is invited to her cousin's wedding and decides to ask Seth to be her date

“He’s not just my date, Scott.” A maniacal grin spreads over Kate’s face. “He’s my weapon. You really think I’m gonna walk in there with all their passive aggressive, pretending to be concerned comments? No, Scott. I’m going to fight fire with fire.” “That’s not fighting fire with fire Kate. That’s fighting fire with a nuclear warhead!”

Shangri-La - Canon divergent post season 2. With Eddie in critical condition and his chances of survival slim, the Geckos chose to go through with the plan to rob Malvado, even managing to save Kate’s life in the process. After coming back from their meeting with the lords, their relief at the news of Eddie’s survival is soon eclipsed by the sheer panic of realizing they now have to explain to him that not only did they pull his Shangri-La, swan song job without him, but they also lost the money.

Hero Twins AU - Canon divergent post season 2 episode 2. Kate reveals to Seth that she's pregnant during their fight in the car. After Sonja gets Seth clean, and with Eddie's help they hide away from the culebra world. 7 years later Richie and Kisa come crashing in with the news that their daughters are the next set of Hero Twins, destined to shake up the culebra and Xibalban hierarchy.

This leans very heavily into Mayan mythology, including a bibliography of academic sources, that will be included. It could be considered an exploration of the hero twin archetype told through Seth and Kate's fictional twins.

Witch AU - Modern day with supernatural elements. No culebras. Kate comes from a line of witches cursed to die when they begin to manifest their magical abilities. When she starts to have visions of her own death she goes to a professor of the occult Richard Gecko to try to figure out why her family keeps dying young. A witch himself, he tries to help her figure out the curse along with Seth who has turned his back on his supernatural abilities. It's a race against the clock to see if they can save Kate before her visions of her death come true.

Selkie AU - Coming home from college to attend her mother's funeral, Kate finds a package Jenny had left her. Kate's seal skin and an explanation of what she is. After going out to learn more about who she is her skin is stolen and she has to rely on the owner of a nearby bar, Seth Gecko, and his friends to steal back her skin.

#fdtd #sethkate #my wips #wip #There are so many AUs in my google drive it's actually insane #but these are some I actually have the motivation to work on and haven't had any portion posted yet #I still have plans to work on and finish my wips that have chapters already posted

[12timetraveler]

Okay I've had this floating around in my head forever but I don't think I've ever officially shared this. But I have some headcanons for Hosea and Javier in a modern AU.

✨Broadway✨

~ Modern Hosea is a Broadway fanatic.

~ so is Javier.

~ together they keep up on all the hot musical gossip

~ They host a Tony Awards party every year together

~ get unreasonably upset when their favorites don't win

~ and act like someone just scored the winning touchdown when their favorites do win.

~ Hosea has always loved the theater

~ he spent some time trying to make it on Broadway before his mischievous ways forced him to quit.

~ but he still talks about his Broadway days like he was a goddamn star.

~ and honestly he may have been. No one can prove that he wasn't, and some of the stuff he has in his attic suggests that maybe he was.

~ Javier came into the mucal theater world a little unwittingly

~ in middle school he was cornered by the head of the drama department

~ the school was putting on a production of West Side Story and needed more Latino actors to fill in the Sharks.

~ when the director discovered Javier could sing, she latched onto him and never let him leave the drama department

~ at first he was very reluctant but he started to really enjoy himself.

~ by high school he was scoring lead roles left and right

~ he made a kick-ass Phantom his senior year.

~ Javier and Hosea have season tickets to all the best local theaters.

~ especially the big fancy one where Broadway tour shows perform.

~ they get incredible seats and usually go to see each show at least twice.

~ Hosea prefers the classics

~ Fiddler On The Roof, Carousel, Hello Dolly, Music Man, etc.

~ he's very picky about what modern musicals he enjoys.

~ he never quite understood the Hamilton hype.

~ He loves Hadestown

~ And he has to admit Six is absolutely delightful.

~ Hosea will also go on and on about how incredible The Scarlet Pimpernel musical is and "what do you mean you've never heard of it?!"

~ it's his hipster moment. He's cooler than you. He loves The Scarlet Pimpernel

~ Javier will always have a soft spot for West Side Story.

~ and he loves Les Miserables (a musical about a revolution?! Sign him up)

~ Hairspray also comes in pretty high on his list, as does Newsies.

~ he loves Hamilton but is not so fond of Lin Manuel Miranda.

~ he'd kill to take over as Hamilton (literally)

~ They both go wild for Wicked and Heathers.

~ Singing In the Rain may be their combined favorite

~ they really go back and forth on Into the Woods. Sometimes they think it's pretentious, sometimes it's brilliant. Kinda depends on their moods.

~ neither of them expected to enjoy Sussical the Musical or Shrek the Musical nearly as much as they did.

~ Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat is their guilty pleasure. Literally once a year they will get together and watch the Donny Osmond version and just dance and sing their hearts out

~ (Arthur lives next door to Hosea and makes sure to be out of town that day so he doesn't have to listen to it for the billionth time)

~ These two bonded so hard over their love of musical theater.

#rdr2 hcs #musical theater #javier escuella #hosea mathews

[giriduck]

Gotta say that it’s taken a bit, but I’ve learned to love watching shows and movies that extend canon. Years ago, I used to hate it because it typically took things in a different direction than expected or desired. But now, I’m framing them as works of fanfiction: They’re pulling from the same base and rearranging or leaning into pieces to tell a new story. I’m less annoyed by the details of things that may not align with my own headcanons, but instead appreciating the craft of taking a world and its characters and adding to it in a way that feels believable. Or—in some of the best cases—spins it in a fresh, new way (prime example: the new She-Ra).

For example—these are likely going to show my age here—anime sequel series and movies taken up by different studios. Escaflowne had a wild movie retelling of the series, Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz was a strange sequel. Heck, even Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children was also a bit of a head scratcher, because the ambiguous ending to FFVII was (in my opinion) absolute perfection. Each of these were beautifully rendered, and—where applicable—recruited the same voice cast. They were potentially unnecessary, but are all nevertheless interesting side or AU stories.

Then there are more recent examples. I really liked 95% of the Netflix live-action Cowboy Bebop. It was perhaps a cursed problem to try to attempt to recreate / mildly extend such a beloved anime, and there are parts and characters I didn’t care much for (the whole Vicious subplot was meh on my opinion—I liked him better when we saw less of him because he had the shadowy menace thing going on), but the main cast was delightfully internally consistent and the world-building was phenomenal. It was excellent fanfic.

I’m watching Better Call Saul now, and as more characters from Breaking Bad appear, and I can’t but wonder how much of the sequel show was being sketched out as the first show was under development. BCS came out two years after BB ended, so perhaps there wasn’t any overlap at all. And yet, they created a six-season backstory series about a minor character that is arguably better than the original show, all while creating and interweaving backstory for all these other characters in the world. It’s kind of amazing.

As Disney continues to mine into the rich Marvel and Star Wars veins, it’s becoming more important (and easier) to shrug and accept that all of these are genuine works of fanfiction. We’re at the point where directors and writers who grew up on geeky content they love are publishing their stories for future fans (ex: Jon Favreau and The Mandalorian).

I remember when Wicked came out: a backstory fanfic about the Wicked Witch of the West from The Wizard of OZ (the first book in the original OZ series was published in 1900 and all were well into the public domain by the time Wicked was published). It seemed pretty niche, but was later famously adopted into a Broadway musical.

There is no shame in fanfiction. It’s most of our mainstream content these days.

#not zelda

[daydreaming-cheese-weasel]

okay so i think im gonna write a community old wild west au in the coming days, so here’s kinda a preview of my ideas (if you have any ideas, i would love love love if you would share them!!) btw this was inspired by this post from @understandably-odd!!

annie has run away from home after her pill addiction (did they have drugs like that in the willd west?? is there something close to that??) and finds troy and abed (who ran way together). the three of them rescue a wounded horse (named annie’s boobs after annie’s boobs) and they ride off to one of annie’s relatives who she hopes will take them in. this is where they meet the older members of the group- shirley and pierce, who own a saloon together, britta, the bartender, and jeff, who plays poker every night in the saloon. they all team up to rob the local bank, run by the dean. chang is the wild west security guard (no one knows how he became sheriff) and tries to stop them. it’s kinda like The First Chang Dynasty in a sense but it puts a lot of focus on annie like in A Fistful Of Paintballs. i’ll post it on here when i finish, but i wanted to gather any ideas anyone might have before i start it!! #SixSeasonsAndAWildWestAU

#community #wild west #wild west au #annie edison #troy barnes #abed nadir #shirley bennett #pierce hawthorne #jeff winger #the dean #dean pelton #chang #ben chang #senor chang #six seasons and a wild west au

[trashquisitor-shirozora]

The "I Can 'Pin' Posts on Tumblr Now? Since When?" Intro/Masterpost

Greetings and welcome to the "Who The Fuck Am I?" post written by yours truly, whoever the fuck I am. Now that I'm back on my Fandom bullshit again in at least 2 blogs, I thought I'd re-introduce myself.

I am 2nd gen Korean-American on the Best West Coast. I ID as she/they/shiro, and ace/demi. I'm in the millennial bracket (aka, I am a Legal Adult) so be mindful when interacting with me. I do what I can to be antiracist and am always learning to be better.

I am some iteration of "shirozora" on: LiveJournal, Dreamwidth, AO3, Tumblr, Twitter, Instagram, Discord. My first Fandom 2.0 was political/pundit RPF and my first fandom fallout was Racefail '09, so you could say I've Seen Some Shit. Been 5+ years since I last engaged in actual Fandom, yet here the fuck I am.

Fandoms I have written/drawn for (FFN years do not count, I purged that account): political/pundit RPF, Supernatural, Tron: Legacy, MCU, Star Trek (AOS), Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Final Fantasy XIV, Star Wars/The Mandalorian

A Short List Of Things I Wrote in No Particular Order:

Lost Symphony (T): SPN; Dean/Cassie, Sam/Jessica, pre-Dean/Castiel; for the Racebending Revenge challenge - "Mary Ahn Winchester died on the ceiling of the nursery on November 2, 1983."

We Are Pilots (T+): Tron: Legacy; Sam/Tron; for the Tron Kink Meme - "Six months and Sam still can't shake off his father's ghost, so Quorra suggests returning to the Grid to find the answers he needs to move on."

Wishing Well (T): Captain America: The First Avenger; Steve/Howard, Steve/Peggy, unfulfilled Howard/Peggy/Steve; for the Cap Kink Meme - "And you just wanna feel like a coin that's been tossed / In a wishing well, a wishing well."

A Thousand Eyes Staring Back (T+): Mass Effect 2; Kaiden/m!Shep - "His problems start at Horizon, aka that time Kaidan Alenko was having a really bad day and his former CO was supposed to be dead."

Waking Ghosts (T+): Dragon Age; Dorian Pavus/Male Trevelyan Inquisitor; the Mummy (1999) AU nobody asked for - "Dorian Pavus, formerly of Qarinus, is an archivist at the Magisterium research outpost in Hightown."

Seasons Change (T): Black Panther/MCU; M'Baku/T'Challa - "A fisherman finds a dying king in his nets and Hanuman offers M'Baku an opportunity to repay T'Challa for sparing his life at Warrior Falls."

born in a thunderstorm (T+): Star Trek: AOS, Captain Marvel, Thor: Ragnarok, Guardians of the Galaxy; Kirk/McCoy; the worst AU I ever wrote - "Kevin Riley insists that James Kirk didn't die on Tarsus IV. Nobody believes him."

Dangerous Dreams series (T) - The Storm; The Suns; Between Planets: Star Wars/The Mandalorian; Din/Luke; the reason why I'm writing this post - "To want something for yourself, that is a dangerous dream."

I cross-post and occasionally write about writing at @shirozora-writes. But I bet a bunch of y'all stumbled into my little sandbox through @shirozora-draws, so let's talk about that!

I suffered from artist's block for almost 4 years. That ended when I became utterly fixated on "So Grogu has two dads now - oh no." I fucking ragequit Star Wars after the fucking world lied to me about The Last Jedi* and now I'm doing the most insane and involved fanworks because of Star Wars. The fuck???

To end this unapologetically long-ass Intro Post, here are my 3 favorite recent doodles:

The original post is here. First time animating with Clip Studio Paint and I had a two-day meltdown over it.

The original post is here. Fun fact: the file name is "homoerotic chin tilt yolo". Also, 6.4k notes? You guys are wild.

The original post is here. The final illustration from The Suns.

*I hate The Last Jedi the most not just because it's racist sexist garbage that trashed everyone except Kylo Ren whoever the fuck he thinks he is, and jumpstarted some of the most toxic fandom behavior I had the displeasure of witnessing, but also because I read so much praise for it before walking into the theater, paying for a ticket with my own money, and realizing 5 minutes into the film that I was gonna have the worst time of my life. I can't and probably will never watch Knives Out because I still haven't forgiven the director for the psychological damage. This is 100% a TLJ Hate Zone.

#trashquisitor-shirozora #shirozora draws #shirozora writes #intro post #dinluke #skydalorian #star wars #the mandalorian #i could tag the other fandoms featured here but dinluke and the mando show are the reasons why I even made this post #this is gonna be so dated in several years and Idgaf #I'm grateful for what this ship and this fandom has done for me #all the discourse in the world cannot take that away from me #speaking of discourse - some of y'all need to Do Better #yes there are plenty of issues with what people are actually writing #but so much of that could be resolved WITH PROPER FUCKING TAGGING #BECAUSE I WOULD LIKE TO GO INTO THE DINLUKE TAG ONCE IN A BLUE MOON AND NOT BE SCARED SHITLESS #I'VE ALREADY BEEN THERE WITH THE DRAGON AGE TAG AND THE NIGHTMARISH DISCOURSE #MAKE YOUR OWN GODDAMN DISCORD SERVERS OR SOMETHING. GODDAMN I FUCKING MISS LJ/DWJ COMMS SO MUCH SOMETIMES

[thegrandkinghimself]

recommended fanfics | iwaoi

this is pretty long, so everything will be under the cut. largely features iwaoi, but may include side pairings as the main ship or could just be a gen. fic.

hopefully new recommendations for a lot of people.

will continue updating in the future

explicit fics denoted with asterisks **

favorites denoted with dots •

the classics

national hot dad alliance is now calling... by dicaeopolis + owlinaminor

brunch friends ft. daisuga and kuroken by newamsterdam

When You Wish Upon a Star by emerald1963

Close to the Chest ft. iwaoi as side pairing with focus on kyouhaba by darkmagicalgirl

Shiver by Yuu_chi

I Choose You by TripsH

to be first, to be best by kittebasu (chanyeol)

the cute stuff

I Know When You're Around ('Cause I Know the Sound of Your Heart) by Verbrennung

Stardust by oiivkawa**

Looks like it | I’m no poet by Ivyfics (ivyfics) ••

dyspnea/arrhythmia by carafin

together, that’s how it must be by speakeasyblues

sweet flesh and hard nails** | count your blessings, it goes 1, 2, 3, me by loveclouds •

Seijoh Sweets: Aoba Johsai Artisanal Bakery ft. kyouhaba and matsuhana by FindingSchmomo

home, and how we built ours by orphan_account

My hand in yours by Hyeyu

quidditch gloves, parchment, and custard cream ft. matsuhana and side pairing iwaoi by h_lovely

harry potter au!

take me home by TripsH

in general, i recommend most of, if not all, of TripsH’s work, but this is one of my favorites

A Sun Salutation and Other Enticements by Antiquity ••

recently has been my go-to for comfort. it’s just all nice feelings--warm fuzzies in my heart, and all that. 

iwaizumi hajime has a ring by chocomelon

Phone Home by ghostystarr

so cute! it’s indulgent for me because it feeds into my love for space + oikawa. what a win!

when i get home by blessings

Thinking by snoqualmie

If You Do ft. mastuhana and iwaoi side pairing by matchamarimo

Fourteen Days to Say I Love You by penstrikesmidnight

send your cutest delivery boy by hcjime

things i love about you by corinnana

One Long Pause, Then You Begin ft. seijoh 3rd years and a road trip, gen. fic by tookumade

In Wind or Rain (or anywhere, really) by Frenchibi

I Am Enchanted By His Insolence ft. meowkawa and barkzumi by Owaya1 •

it’s like the hunger games, but better by orphan_account •

gen fic that features seijoh shenanigans. told from kindaichi’s perspective but it’s so fun.

Focus by snoqualmie**

tender smut.

It’s Been A Long, Long Time by misssnowfox**

the angsty stuff

litte star travelers by aminami

Chasing Paper Suns by carafin

Six-Month Lover by afuzzyowl**

not actually that angsty, all things considered. but it has its moments.

things left unsaid by auras

Forever by hotcocoa

just hear me out | no sleep in the city by loveclouds

Terrarium by sausaged ••

Something Borrowed ft. abo dynamics ** | Lost in Translation by rageprufrock ••

i think that everything rageprufrock touches is so brilliant, even if they’re not about haikyuu! there are just some authors who do it for you, ya know?

焦がれて怖くなる [I yearn for you so much that I'm getting scared] by sunburst_city

an allegory of all the things we could’ve been by iwaoiks ••

this is so beautiful that i cannot recommend it enough; it’s so bittersweet but the writing is gorgeous and you can just feel how they are meant for each other

rainy season by oceanfire

similar to an allegory above, bittersweet but ultimately so heartwarming

— with melting wax and loosened strings by oaseas

this is so so soft. technically lots of pining but it doesn’t really hurt.

Without Giving Anything Away by mellish

actually does hurt for a long time, but it’s all good in the end. so so beautiful.

like a lost astronaut ft. outside pov and background iwaoi by Anonymous

relationship and character studies are some of my favorite things to read about, and i think this one captures the essence of the characters so well.

the weight of water by wordstruck

dealing with loss and grief is always difficult

and yet, the horizons bring us here by project_ecto ••

five minutes west of irvine | mercy is a shade of blue by birdcat

the i’m-not-sure-how-to-categorize-this stuff

all things in time by loveclouds

(sing with me) A Song of Conquest and Fate by Hyeyu

chiaroscuro ft. kuroken, bokuaka, daisuga by newamsterdam

cinema ft. a sex tape and kuroo | now and later by favspacetwink**

filthy filthy smut. currently has a really great sakuatsu bdsm collection ongoing with another author.

on display ft. kuroo + bokuto by centuri**

similar to cinema by favspacetwink in that people watch and kuroo is one of them. i feel like it says a lot about me that this is the kind smut i recommend... hmm...

Hanamaki Disease: Disturbing the peace of volleyball teams everywhere ft. a bunch of side pairings by Ink_stained_quills

the premise is kind of dumb but that’s what makes it fun. i’m pretty sure there’s art floating out there somewhere in the hinterlands of this site that illustrates just this.

in the wake of a hurricane, dark skin of a summer shade by maangoes

The Benefits of Patience by Moami

wavelength by hopipp (fancy2na)

chasing gold by skiecas

A Wild Rumpus ft. rule 63 by tiggeryumyum

a great exploration how a simple change in gender might affect iwaizumi’s relationship with volleyball

Girlfriend ft. rule 63 by winwinism**

um, women and smut

in the golden afternoon ft. fairykawa by ohhotlamb

#haikyuu!! #iwaoi #fanfic recommendation #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu fic recs #iwaoi fic recs

[welllpthisishappening]

It’s far too late. 

Emma hates west coast swings, especially when the swing is for her brother and not her husband, but her husband is also on the road and she’s staying with Mary Margaret, so she supposes staying up is the least she can do. Especially when this swing has become something of an event. 

Because it means the Red Sox are playing the Dodgers. And everyone wants to watch David try to hit. Maybe he’ll even make contact with the ball. Emma just hopes he doesn’t embarrass himself.

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Word Count: 3.1K  Rating: Teen AN: Google docs informs me that I wrote this last September. So I figure now’s the time to post it. Because if we ever do get some baseball, there’s going to be a universal DH and I won’t have any rational reason to hate on the National League anymore. Or. I despise watching pitchers try to hit. This continues to be set in that baseball AU where David plays for the Red Sox and Killian plays for the Yankees and some day I really will make a master list of all those stories. In the meantime, enjoy some good ol’ fashioned trash talk, bros being bros, and my sports-based opinions. 

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She can’t quite stifle her yawn, curled into the corner of Mary Margaret’s couch with her laptop propped up on the coffee table in front of her. There are at least six different blankets draped over her, three throw pillows under her head and Emma swears her eyes are getting heavier. 

It’s a gross thought. 

But so is a league without a designated hitter, so. 

“Saw that,” Mary Margaret mumbles. From her side of the couch. Her feet brush against Emma’s right heel under their rather large mountain of blankets, and Emma’s eyes flit towards the sound coming from the laptop screen. 

Which sounds suspiciously like a laugh. 

A laugh that he doesn’t want to sound like a laugh. 

“You’ve got something to add?” Emma asks archly, and that sound is more like a hum of disagreement. 

He juts his lower lip out for emphasis. 

It’s absurd. 

God, she’s so tired. 

West coast swings are the worst. 

“Absolutely nothing,” Killian promises. He’s slumped in his own bed, air pods in his ears and voice barely more than a whisper because, Emma assumes, Will is asleep on the other side of the room. 

In Toronto. 

The Yankees are in Toronto — riding a six-game streak and sitting comfortably in first place and, strictly speaking, he shouldn’t be awake, but the Red Sox are playing at Dodger Stadium, which happens once in a blue moon, or so NESN has mentioned several times and—

Well, Emma supposes it’s nice. 

She twists the ring on her left hand subconsciously. Or so she’ll argue when Killian invariably mentions it. His eyes have gone very wide. 

“When is he up?” Killian presses. 

“Eight, nine, one,” Mary Margaret answers. “So—“

“—I do know how batting orders work.”

“Ok, but you were the one who asked.”

“That’s because my stream is garbage. It keeps pixelating and—“

“—He’s going to complain about the hotel internet,” Emma mumbles, Mary Margaret biting back a smile. 

“The hotel internet is just…prehistoric,” Killian grouses. Emma has to put her hand over her mouth to stop her actual guffaw. His eyes narrow. “You’ve got something to add, love?”

Emma shakes her head, pressing her lips together despite the placement of her hand and—

The bat cracks. 

“Oh, shit.”

She swears Killian mutters something that sounds like eloquent but she can hear the springs of his bed creak in a totally different country and Will grumbles very loudly in his sleep. 

Boston’s leadoff hitter makes contact — a shot right up the middle of the field, but all Emma can see is the flash of a quick glove and an easy toss to first, which leads to an entirely expected—

“God, the shift is so stupid,” Mary Margaret shouts. 

“There it is,” Emma sighs, letting her head fall back further into the corner of the couch. 

She can’t cope with everything Killian’s face is doing in this conversation. 

“That’s just the evolution of the game,” he says, waving an impatient hand when Emma doesn’t immediately move the laptop so he can direct his argument to a far-too-opinionated Mary Margaret. “It’s…practical.”

“Do you like playing on the right side of the field?”

“That doesn’t happen often.”

“It’s unnatural.”

“Learn how to bunt, then.”

“Me specifically?”

Killian rolls his eyes, Mary Margaret’s smile turning sugary sweet when he huffs in frustration, but then Emma is shushing them both and she genuinely cannot remember the last time David has stepped into a batter’s box. 

Mickey Mantle summer league, maybe. Possibly Cal Ripken. No, that’s younger. 

“What’s the old one?” Emma asks, only a little annoyed that Mary Margaret and Killian both seem decidedly uninterested in answering her. Their eyes are turned to their respective screens, an eerily similar set to their jaw and Killian wanted to watch David hit. 

David steps up to the plate like he’s being led to the metaphorical gallows. 

He’s got his bat resting on his shoulder and Emma’s not in Los Angeles, but she swears she can practically feel the nerves radiating off him. He inhales deeply, rocking his weight between his feet and dragging the tip of his bat in the dirt. 

“His feet are too close together,” Mary Margaret whispers. She sat up at some point, clutching another pillow tightly enough in her hands that her knuckles have gone white. 

Killian hums. “He’s going to fall over if he swings.”

“Oh God, don’t—“

David swings. And he doesn’t fall over, but his balance leaves more than a little to be desired and Emma hates the National League. Abhors it, really. 

“Well,” Killian drawls, and Will makes another noise when he apparently gets too loud, “that was something, wasn’t it?”

Mary Margaret grits her teeth. 

“Does he know he can actually step out of the box?” Emma asks. She’s started leaning forward, almost unconsciously, like being closer to the TV will somehow make it easier to cheer. 

Or help her brother’s absolutely abysmal batting stance.

“I don’t think he wants to unbend his knees,” Mary Margaret reasons. 

Killian appears to be biting his entire right fist. It makes it difficult to hear what he says next. “He does realize that you don’t get power from your knees, yeah?”

“Shut up.”

“M’s,” Emma hisses, and this whole thing is quickly dissolving into chaos. Emma is going to blame the National League. On principle. And the west coast. California is…they don’t even have seasons in Los Angeles. 

Mary Margaret does something else with her mouth, a grimace and a growl and—“Oh no,” she moans, head falling forward with the weight of her understandable disappointment because David is actually trying to bunt.

“There is no one on base.”

“He’s less likely to fall over, though,” Killian shrugs. A different, slightly softer spring creak comes from Toronto and it takes Emma a moment to realize that the footsteps have a voice accompanying them, Will’s mumbled curses mixing in with the commentators on two NESN broadcasts. 

“Do you realize how loud all of you are being?” he snaps. “God, Jones—move over, seriously, what are you—“

“What are you?” Killian challenges. “Shit, stop leading with your elbows—“

David actually fouls a pitch off. 

Will’s eyes look like they’re about to fall out of his head. “Did he genuinely just make contact? With that swing?”

“You do not need to be awake, Scarlet,” Emma points out. He’s got his head on Killian’s shoulder. 

“Has he come out of the box yet?”

“No,” Mary Margaret shakes her head. She sighs again. Presumably at the placement of David’s feet. They’re wider than his shoulders now. 

“He looks like he just got off a horse.”

“This is why the NL is the worst,” Emma grumbles. David strikes out. 

The swing is—she can’t come up with a word except wild, which is not great. But it’s also kind of a hack and, Emma supposes, that is, in fact, two words. 

Mary Margaret makes another noise that can’t possibly be good for her throat. “That was ugly.”

“We’ve got to work on his stance,” Killian says. 

“You going to offer tips?”

“He’s not qualified for that,” Will quips before Killian can respond, and it doesn’t take long for Los Angeles to get out of the top of the inning. No hits, no runs, nobody left on base. 

This game may last forever. 

And Will never moves his head and Killian’s stream doesn’t get any better, but Emma’s not quite as exhausted as the innings push on, jumping off the couch when the Sox turn a double play to get David out of the fifth and—

“What are you thoughts on the shift now, Mrs. Nolan?” Killian asks lightly. 

Mary Margaret sticks her tongue out. 

But then it’s the sixth and David’s been pitching on some other level — fastballs that speed over the plate and a curve that makes even Emma’s head swim a bit, on the other side of the country, a low pitch count and zeroes on the board and—

He’s up third. 

The guy in front of him gets on. With a double. There’s only one out. 

“Damn,” Will sighs, and, well, that about sums it up. Because David isn’t a guaranteed out, but it’s pretty close and there’s a runner in scoring position. 

“Are they really going to take him out?” Mary Margaret asks. It takes a moment for Emma to realize she’s asking Killian.

He makes a dismissive noise in the back of his throat, a quick click of his tongue. “He could still bunt him over. Or—“

“—Oh, if you say pop out I may scream.”

“Neighbors probably won’t appreciate that.”

Mary Margaret’s body has reached contortionist-levels of frustration, tapping her teeth in time with her fingers. “Plus, that’s still an out,” Emma adds, “they can’t afford to—“

She cuts herself off because obviously she knows absolutely nothing about baseball and David is walking back to the plate. Again. With a runner in scoring position. 

“Huh,” Killian and Will say in tandem. That’s fair. 

“Does that make sense?”

Killian shakes his head slowly. “Not really.”

“This might be why you guys are in first place in the Division.”

He grins, a spark in his gaze and Emma can’t help whatever noise she makes. Less laugh, more giggle. It’s after midnight now. “We haven’t played the NL swing yet.”

“Are you not confident in your pitcher’s ability to hit? Scarlet, I think that’s a knock on—“

“—I know what it is, Emma,” he hisses. Killian’s smile widens. “How do you fall asleep with your head resting lovingly on your husband’s shoulder? It’s very bony.”

Killian rolls said shoulder. “Move then.”

“No.”

“And I’m more of a head on the thigh kind of girl,” Emma says. 

“Can we be quiet, please?” Mary Margaret asks, barely moving her lips with her fingers splayed across her eyes. “Also, we’ve got an agreement. We watch the Sox, we root for the Sox.”

Emma salutes. 

And David’s feet are still ridiculous, obviously uneven and still clearly nervous, a swing that somehow manages to swipe through the strike zone, missing the ball entirely. 

Killian grimaces. 

“Not great, M’s.”

“Screw the National League.”

“That’s the spirit.”

He swings through a second slider, but the catcher can’t quite block it—“Whoa, look at that speed,” Will mumbles. The guy on second’s moved up and now David’s got a runner on third with one out, but two strikes and—

“Can we talk about sac flies now?” Emma asks. Killian practically beams at her. Mary Margaret doesn’t bother answering, standing instead so she can bob on the balls of her feet, letting her head loll from side to side. 

Emma’s holding her breath. 

She doesn’t realize until it all flies out of her in a rather dramatic, far too close to one in the goddamn morning to be acceptable, huff, eyes bugging and jaw dropping and David has hit the ball. 

“Holy shit,” Emma shouts. She’s standing now too, swatting her hand against Mary Margaret like Mary Margaret isn’t jumping up and down and it’s an absurd celebration in a game that probably won’t mean much of anything. And yet. 

It absolutely, positively does not matter. 

Emma dimly hears the NESN announcers saying something about first career RBI and exactly what the Sox needed and neither one of those things matter because baseball’s never really been about stats for her, it’s been about emotions and feelings and that very specific rush she gets watching a ridiculous sport where grown men use an actual bat to hit a tiny, little ball. 

Her brother got a hit. 

In a major league baseball game. 

“You’re going to sprain your cheek muscles,” Will announces, tapping his finger on Killian’s phone to get Emma’s attention. “You smile like that every time we get a hit?”

“Don’t be a dick.”

“Doesn’t sound like an answer.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed this Scarlet, but Killian’s pretty good at hitting the ball. It’s kind of his whole schtick. Run support for you and all that.”

Will looks scandalized — which was Emma’s goal, but half that goal was also to get her on-the-road husband to glance her direction and he tries to wink at her. So she’s starting to think she’s the one getting the best deal out of all of this. 

Despite the lack of sleep. 

Mary Margaret sits down eventually and David comes out of the game after seven strong, allowing two hits and no runs, a strikeout total Emma honestly can’t remember because she’s still too focused on him getting a hit. But then the game is over and Will’s fallen back asleep on the other side of Killian’s bed, Mary Margaret retreating into the hallway to FaceTime with David and—

“Connie Mack,” Killian says, Emma humming in confusion. Her eyelids have started fluttering again. “The league you were trying to come up with before? Connie Mack.”

“You are a creepy mind reader.”

“It’s romantic, love. And you get this look on your face when you—“

“—Oh, don’t say it—“

“—Try to do math. I’m just helping.”

“You did not graduate college.”

He barks out a laugh, an out-of-frame grumble that draws more eye rolls from Toronto and Emma’s cheek muscles are admittedly starting to ache a bit. “That’s true,” Killian concedes. “Should I be jealous of the hit celebration?”

“You get hits all the time.”

“Eh.”

“It’s a genuine miracle he got a hit. His feet were—“

“—We’re really going to have to have a serious conversation about that. He could have blown out his knee or something.”

Emma glares at even the suggestion, Killian mouthing no jinx at the same time she opens her mouth. “God, you’re annoying, you know that?”

“With two hits today.”

“Coming for that batting title.”

“Swan, what did we just say about the jinxes?”

She scrunches her nose. “You’ve got weird superstitious rituals, Jones, you know that? Hit me a home run, then.”

“When? Tomorrow?”

“Why would I want a game that isn’t tomorrow?”

“Fair,” he nods, switching to the other bed in the room and propping his head on his free hand. “Just a basic home run?”

“You’re getting awfully confident.”

“Best batting average of my career.”

“I wonder why that is.”

His smile stretches across his face slowly, almost like it’s a little tired too, but Emma knows better and he’s totally doing it for the flush she can already feel blooming in her cheeks. “Motivation,” Killian intones, taking care on every letter. “Alright, Swan, you’ve got an accord. Basic home run tomorrow and for the foreseeable future—what do I get out of this?”

“Is my loving support in matrimony not enough?” Killian shakes his head. And Emma isn’t really embarrassed because, well, she’s stupid attracted to her own husband, but the last thing she needs is Mary Margaret hearing her or—

“Waiting, love.”

She sticks her tongue out. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

Killian’s gaze drops noticeably to her mouth, sweeping over her entire face and back up to her eyes and then the blushing thing is just too much to cope with and Toronto feels very far away and—“Yeah, ok. Get some sleep, love. Celebrating can be exhausting.”

“God.”

“What?”

“Text me when you get to Rogers?”

“Deal,” Killian says, head dropping down to the pillow. He doesn’t put his phone down. “I love you.”

“Hit me a home run tomorrow.”

“Emma.”

She slides down the couch, burrowing back into blankets and pillows and she’s very confident in his batting average. And the starting pitching of the Blue Jays. To suck. Consistently. “I love you too.”

It takes him two at bats to find his swing, but then it’s a three-run homer over the left field wall and Emma’s jumping and Mary Margaret’s got her hands in the air and it feels like an eternity on the train. Back to New York. And a very impatient third baseman — currently leading the American League in batting average — standing outside the door to their apartment. 

“How did you get back here so quick?”

“The marvels of modern airfare and charted flights.”

“Were you waiting for me?”

Killian nods slowly, one side of his mouth tugging up and for a moment Emma thinks he’s going to stay there. Until. He moves and she moves and it’s all hungry mouths and panted breaths and her fingers diving into his hair, like that will ensure they play 162 games in the Bronx. 

They’re totally going to get home field advantage for the playoffs. 

“Getting there,” Killian mumbles against Emma’s mouth, a soft yelp when she bites down his lip.

“Greedy.”

“i was promised a celebration.”

“It was a good hit. Quick hips.”

“That’s where all your power comes from.”

She leans back, not sure when her feet left the floor. “That so?” Killian’s eyebrows are absurd. He twists them and nods, smile turning salacious and greedy and his whole hand fits very easily under the hem of her shirt. With his number on the back. “I’m not sure I understand the mechanics behind that. Maybe we should—“

Emma can’t finish the sentence. 

She breaks into laughter, burying her face in the curve of Killian’s shoulder. His arm tightens when her body starts to shake, muttering something against her temple that sounds like I can’t think when you do that love, but then they’re moving and the door opens, only to close and their bed is much more comfortable than Mary Margaret’s couch. 

The rest is a tangled mess of roaming hands and discarded clothing, pillows pushed onto the floor and blankets kicked away. And Emma’s hair is threatening to find its way into her mouth by the time she flips her head to the side, Killian’s eyes on her and a four-game series isn’t long, but—

He wanted to watch the game with her. 

It makes her heart expand. And flip. And possibly explode. In a good way. A confetti kind of way. 

“You going to hit more home runs, now?” 

Killian noses at her cheek, breath warm on her skin when he laughs. “Yeah, obviously, I am. Breaking the streak would be bad luck.”

“Weirdo.”

“Baseball player.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

“That’s rude, Swan.”

She hums, twisting to rest her head on his shoulder. It’s comfortable. Will’s an idiot. She doesn’t want to think about Will. Or her brother. Or anything except home runs as some kind of weird metaphor for how happy she is. 

And falling asleep is easy, with Killian’s arm around her waist and her feet tangled with his, waking up to find him and his number on the back page of several New York tabloids. 

#cs ff #captain swan #captain swan ff #cs fic #captain swan fic #DESIGNATED HITTERS FOR EVERYONE! #get out of here with your claims of gamesmanship #it's dumb! #small ball is boring! #i am coming in hot with my baseball opinions guys #and i will accept no critiques to them at this time #(i miss baseball a lot)

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

totally stealing @honeybabydichotomy‘s meme-adaptation concept re: i have a handful of things that could be described WIPs and nearly all of them i already can’t shut my mouth about, but here is a trip through the GOOGLE DOCS GRAVEYARD of abandoned fandoms past (mcu, trc, something too embarrassing to list above the cut so you’ll just have to CLICK and find out)

first up, the last fic i never actually wrote for, lmao, american idol season 8 RPF fandom, back in 2010... this was going to be a bigbang fic but in keeping with my terrible track record re: challenges etc. i did not finish it, although in my defense that had at least something to do with spilling coffee all over my laptop right around the time i started a very hours-intensive job with a huge commute. when i look at this now i’m like, this sure was me writing ten years ago, but i still love the emotional architecture of any story in which one deliberately shut-off and long-repressed individual is uncomfortably thawed by the miracle of someone else’s open-hearted joie de vivre; it’s the oldest story here but arguably the closest to an actual WIP in that the ghost of that idea is the seed for the divorced quentin AU i harbor hopes of one day writing; you can definitely see the Relevant Vibes in this exchange, i think, although i feel the need to clarify that adam lambert enjoying twilight is a thing he said on national television, i wouldn’t do that to someone on my own:

Veselka is crowded, but despite the bitter February cold, Kris doesn't mind waiting outside for twenty minutes, leaning against the glass display case of the expensive toy store next door, separated from Adam by little more than an inch. "So - okay, this is kind of terrible. Like, worse than the Twilight thing. But I feel like you should know who you're dealing with, so."

"It can't be that bad."

Adam just smiles knowingly. "Oh, can't it?"

"Hit me with your best shot," Kris says. Something twitches in his stomach as Adam raises his eyebrow to that.

Adam leans down to whisper in Kris's ear, sending inexplicable sparks down Kris's neck. "Sometimes, when I'm standing in the street or on the subway or something, I like to watch people go by and try to guess what they're like in bed."

Kris blushes. "Very mature," he says with a nervous laugh, embarrassed about his own embarrassment.

Adam holds up his hands in a gesture of innocence. "Hey. We're all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars," he intones. "Oscar Wilde."

"Do you think that's true?"

"I think it is. At least - " Adam tilts his chin up, a mischievous glint in his eyes " - I identify with it."

Kris searches for something to say that won't make him seem hopelessly square. "What's the view like from down there?"

Adam gazes at the night sky, where Manhattan's perpetual glow blots out all but the brightest lights. "I like it. You see more of them this way."

Kris thinks he's spent six years priding himself himself on keeping his gaze fixed straight ahead, avoiding the pull of the horizon or the distraction of the sun. "So. Mr. Gutter." He points to a thirty-something man getting out of a parked Ford across the street. "What's he like?"

next up: an unpublished MCU snippet! this was a peggy character study set at howard’s funeral, also an excuse for me to have feelings about tony stark; idiotically, i actually have a complete draft of this, and got a really brilliant beta job from @nimmieamee, but then never went back and revised it and also could not bring myself to post it when despite being passable as done i could tell in my bones it was simply Not Working, even though parts of it i really liked:

Howard had not taken to aging with grace. It, too, offended him: the body betraying the dream of perfectibility. Dodging it had taken up an increasing percentage of his time. He took up jogging, early among the public, too late in his life: a few months in and a busted knee earned him doctor's orders to abandon that pursuit. His bones were already too brittle to benefit. Howard himself had become brittle long ago. You could blame the war; but that was what happened to people with no give to them. They were like the driest branches waiting for a storm, only unlike branches they recognized on some level the precariousness of their structure, and consequently dedicated themselves to forgetting it.

Howard was undeterred. (Being deterred also went against his every principle.) He had swimming pools installed, outdoors in Los Angeles, adorned with artificial rocks arranged just so to give the impression of a hot spring, and indoors in West Hampton, heated, lit underwater with a yellow-green glow throwing tendrils of light on smooth white walls. Fitness gurus and nutrition consultants were put on retainer, a bicoastal platoon to prevent malfunctions; physical therapists were brought in to recalibrate around malfunctions. They quit with increasing frequency, as his temper frayed along with his body. He gave up, in sequence, smoking, alcohol, red meat, all meat, alcohol, sugar, processed grains, alcohol, salt, and direct sunlight--although by the time of this last pronouncement, it produced little noticeable effect.

Lately he had become obsessed with the idea of cryogenic freezing: the fantasy of going to sleep and waking up in a time when his intellectual heirs had figured out how to repair and replace his rusted pieces. Skin firmed and thickened; knees stitched back to mint condition; a whole new heart, perhaps, grown in a jar or assembled from compounds yet to be constructed. "Wouldn't you take the chance, if you had it?" he had murmured, eyes going dreamy as they did when he talked of his latest missiles.

Peggy pictured Steve in the Arctic, his hyperactive cells stilled by the indifferent cold. She shivered, like a child hearing a ghost story, and said no, she wouldn't.

finally, two stories from a fandom i actually never published any stories with, or engaged with in any meaningful way: the fuckin raven cycle. the dumbest books on god’s green earth. the first was a ronan story where gansey actually dies and stays the fuck dead, and ronan handles it by being a huge asshole, and then, unlike in these hideous godforsaken books, actually decides on purpose to be a better person.... i’m realizing revisiting this now that some of the itch of this story i’ve finally gotten out of my system via damage control, but the GENIUS IDEA of ronan giving matthew an actual soul by giving up the dream power and thus becoming an actual human, sadly, does not really transfer, even though it’s the best concept i’ve ever thought of in my life. anyway, whatever, i have a type:

He opened the door. Adam and Blue were looking at him with expressions he couldn't decipher. Noah was looking at the floor.

"Are you—" Adam started. Ronan watched the word okay die of its own irrelevance in Adam's mouth.

"None of you were invited," Ronan said.

Blue started, "We just—"

"Sorry," he said, loud enough to drown her out. "But this is a very exclusive party. That means no rednecks"—he pointed at Adam—"no bitches"—Blue—"and no pussies"—Noah. "So I'm going to need you all to leave."

He focused his eyes on Blue. She looked like she wanted to slap him. This was familiar. He wanted to go back to the time when his only interactions with Blue Sergeant involved saying something and watching her look at him like she wanted to slap him. Things had gotten complicated after that. Then Gansey had died. Ronan couldn't articulate the connection, but he felt strongly that it was there.

"Maybe I wasn't clear," he said. "What I mean is: get the fuck out of my house."

and last but not least, another TRC story, motivated initially by dreaminess and then sporadically continued after TRK came out (seriously like ever 18 months i dig this one out and write another 500 words and give up again) out of spite - a story where, because fuck stief, adam parrish gets a cell phone, ronan lynch gets a job, and no one assumes that finally having sex means you’re basically married forever without even talking about if you’re boyfriends. this one is like, so close to being “done” in that it almost goes beginning to end and has a lot of individual lines i actually like, but has always been very difficult to pull together because of the reality that maggie stiefvater wrote a series such that ronan lynch acting like a decent boyfriend or experiencing character growth or talking about his emotions is literally out of character, which makes it hard to write a dreamy summer hook-up story; i was actually thinking earlier this year of picking it back up YET AGAIN, but then damage control ate my brain... one day, perhaps, for the satisfaction of having finished... or i might just listen to “cruel summer” by taylor swift while meditating on it for a couple million more hours:

“Did you call me over just to give me the fucking silent treatment in person?” Ronan said. It sounded less vicious than it should have. Like he had been aiming for a growl and somehow landed on a mumble.

I didn’t call you over, Adam wanted to say, but it wasn’t actually true. He had. That seemed wrong, though. Ronan Lynch wasn’t someone to be called over. He was too wild and spiteful for that. Even Gansey couldn’t manage it. The rest of Ronan’s world had given up trying long ago.

But when Adam had called, Ronan had come.

He felt like he might throw up.

“I’m not giving you the silent treatment,” he said instead. “I’m just—“ But he didn’t know what he was doing. So he switched tacks. “You just—“ But he didn’t know that, either. And asking Ronan what the fuck are you doing had never yielded helpful results.

So Adam stuck to the truest thing, what he had worked his whole life to make true. “I’m leaving in three months.”

“What the fuck does that have to do with anything,” Ronan spat. This time he was closer to the expected intensity, but there was still something strange under his voice. Maybe not. Maybe Adam was just having a nervous breakdown.

[happyhearthooligan]

Master List Oct Edition 2019

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This half contains the Yandere Month Special, Classic Undertale headcanons, Multiple AU asks, other headcanons that didn’t quite fit the first half, and franstastic-ideas’ other posts

The first half contains AU-centric headcanons excluding Classic Undertale

franstastic-ideas - October Content (Continued)

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Yandere Month

Oct 3

Frisk is on an ambassador trip?

Mafia Yandere hcs on both our sweet Frans ♡

Yandere King Sans and his Lady Ambassador!

Cryptozoologist Frans but… yandere~

More yandere for me please! have you heard of Echofell?

What about Murder Frans (Murder Sans x Frisk)

Ink x Draw? (InkSans x InkFrisk) but yandere???

Yandere Error x Core?

Horrortale brothers in the least to most nuttiest yandere spectrum?

These are my questions about the yandere skeletons…

Oct 4

Yandere version of the Convergence AU?

Any headcanons for yandere Storyshift bros?

Yandere lamia??

Oct 6 - How about a yandere Frister?

Oct 9

Haven’t really seen much yandere!G!Sans. Could you do that?

Yandere Headcanons on Nightmare and Dream?

If a female touched his lady as a platonic gesture? (Yandere!G)

If G!Frisk somehow found out how Yandere G can be

Oct 10 - Yandere Outertale?

Oct 22

Yandere cuddles with the Swap brothers

What would Yandere Dance be like

Oct 23

So what about a yandere Dusttale story

What would Yandere WraithTale Sans do with Rosalyn

Killing is extremely rare and saved for severe occasions

Oct 24 - If Chara escaped and Papyrus was unable to find her?

Oct 27 - "He wouldn’t sleep until she was found"

Classic Undertale

Oct 1

Imagine Sans never confessing

Frisk & Chara hear a lot of puns and knock-knock jokes from Toriel

Why does UT Chara hate humanity?

Does Frisk or Chara have a backstory

Thoughts on Asgore and Toriel coming back together

Oct 2 - Canon fact or a fan theory, Frisk fell 100 years, after Chara

Oct 3

Some Papyrus x Chara x Asriel hcs

Chasriel and Frans double date?

Oct 4

Frisk and Sans reconcile after getting into an argument?

How about some Gaster x Frisk x Sans hijinks?

Accidentally ripping your pants in front of your S/O

Oct 5

Other than losing Frisk, what does Sans fear?

Is Chara a tsundere?

Oct 6 - Why did UT Frisk climb the mountain?

Oct 8 - Sans’s Reaction to Papara In a Nutshell

Oct 9 - If Frisk did a genocide run and she had to kill Sans?

Oct 10

Frisk can flirt with Goat Mom and canonically flirts with Papyrus

Why Sans was creeping around before introducing himself?

Oct 11 - What are Frisk and Sans’ favorite seasons

Oct 12

UT Frisk as someone who flirts with pretty much everyone

Is UT Sans was a bit more eccentric and wild about his work?

Would Pap ask Chara about letting him in the Royal Guard?

Oct 14

What does Papyrus think of Grillby himself?

Do the Charas like to play with their Asriel's ears?

Asriel will state that Chara "wasn't the greatest person’

How do you think Asriel and Papyrus feel about each other overall?

"Prone to random bouts of stupidity when Chara is involved."

"And they have to share". Do you mean Chara or that one braincell?

When Asriel and Papyrus are competing, how does Chara react?

Chara's reaction to Sans’ secretly trolling Pap online would be?

Oct 21 - Do the skeletons have peeves that their human lover does?

Oct 22

How would Gaster and Sans respond to a third rival

How Frisk/Chara felt about Alphys’ crush on Toriel and Asgore?

Undertale cuddles? o3o I want more of those!

How you think Frans would spend a rainy day

How about surprise kisses? Chara initiating their first kiss?

Would Chara be the one to tell Papyrus about his cooking?

Has Sans or Papyrus seen natural disasters while on the surface?

Would Chara tell Pap Undyne’s feelings of him and the Royal Guard

Oct 23

Can we have some of that Frister cuddles?

What would Sans and Mettaton's relationship be?

In Undyne and Alphys' wedding. Frisk caught the bouquet!

Frisk/Chara receive X-rays. How do their boyfriends see it?

Papyrus with a human anatomy book of undeniable proof

Oct 26 - If Frisk put herself on a near death state to save someone?

Oct 27 - Paps has told a skele-ton of puns in the game

Oct 28

"Papyrus thinks his jokes are better than Sans’s." Does Sans agree?

Do you think that Chara met Dr. Gaster?

Perhaps Sans and Flowey aren’t the only ones aware of the resets

How do you think Chara behaved at first towards the Dreemurrs?

Papyrus' reaction was when he found out that MK was a fan of his?

Oct 29

When you check the family photo, Chara's response would be "..."

Do you think that Chara cuddled with Asriel?

Oct 30 - "Papyrus feels the need to inspect them… just in case."

Multiple AU Headcanons

Oct 1 - More Gpapara headcanons please! Child of the ruins too?

Oct 2 - Frans AUs reacts to Frisk suddenly dying and not resetting?

Oct 6 - Is Gaster Sans' older brother in these AUs or something else

Oct 8

In order from least to most, who are the ten biggest tsunderes

UT Frisk and US Chara when bfs are telling puns to other women?

Minus HT Sans, who are the most protective/possessive?

Oct 9

Skelebros react to someone very openly checking out their ladies?

Soft UT Papara, soft househusband Green, and soft UF Papara

With each Papara and Frans couple, who kissed who first?

Oct 10

Skelehusbands favorite places to kiss on their wives?

What would Older/Married Skelehusbands give to Younger selves?

Seeing his favorite human trying on his scarf

How do the Sanses react once Frisk starts aging...

What would their skeleton lovers react to "that time of the month"?

Oct 11

How do the Sanses feel if Frisk had a previous love interest...

UF, US, and SF Sans and Frisk are pregnant but the girls don't know

Would Soul sensing be the same in reverse?

Aww, man. I was hoping for them to freak out or something

Where do their wives like to kiss their favorite skeleton?

Lol, I can only imagine how freaked out they'd get. :3

If “previous love interest” caused Frisk to have a negative reaction?

Oct 12

Do the Frisks squish their Sans' faces?

What if the first kisses where started by the cutiebones’ lovers?

Do any of the Frans/Papara couples get into arguments

Is there a human that likes the Gaster AUs?

How did each version of Sans and Papyrus go about soulmates

When did the Sanses realize that they were in love with their Frisk?

Chara had to deal with their ex-lover. Papyrus' response??

Oct 13 - Most Papyri refer to themselves as "the Great Papyrus”…

Oct 22 - Frisk/Chara with whom they refer to as a "boy friend"?

Oct 27 - Have the Sanses/Swap Papyruses always liked bad jokes?

Oct 29

Do UT Chara/US Frisk have doubts that the Royal Family loved them?

Frans/Papara confessions where Frisk/Chara confess?

Chara responds to receiving a bouquet of flowers/chocolate

Other Headcanons

Oct 1

Monster Hunter Chara and Monster Papyrus?

Can I ask for FellGFrans? or FellGPap?

Persephone/hades-esque headcanons for both Frans and Papara

Would HT Frisk ever fall in love despite him keeping her captive?

Oct 2

Your pacifist horrortale...but swapped?

Reaper and Frisk as Hades and Persephone X3

Oct 3 - I was wondering if you’ve heard of an AU called Farmtale

Oct 4

A modern war AU where Sans is a spy and so is Frisk

Any HorrorFrans/Papara hcs you could share with us?

About that Lamia AU... what would be the next step to courting

Horrorswap Papara please

Oct 6

Is Gaster Sans' older brother in these aus or something else

Snippets from Feeling Bonely without you?

Wild West AU love triangle between Grillby, Chara and Papyrus.

Skeleton bachelors in the HarvestTale/FarmTale soul events

Oct 10 - Horrorswap Papara proposal

Oct 12 - In Outertale, Sans shows Frisk where shooting stars fly by

Oct 13 - What is Henri's relationship with Frisk?

Oct 20 - What's your ideas about Core! Frisk and Error?

Oct 21

Headcanons for semisolidmind’s Aslyumswap

Narrator-Chara AU headcanons?

“The Villain I Appear To Be,” does Frisk feel remorse for hurting Sans

Oct 22

Swapfell Papara/Frans cuddles?

If the Convergence AU was a Papara reverse harem?

Oct 23

More cuddles! Outertale Papara/Frans?

AUs where Chara and Frisk are "joined at the soul” explanation

Oct 28 - "Chara and Frisk are attached via soul", an alternate view…

Other types of posts

Oct 1

Written Horrortale, Gastertale, or Underlust Papara?

Punctuation

Is this Reapertale? Or maybe it’s Greektale…?

Can we take one of your prompts and write a fic of it too?

How to be you???

Written HCs on love confessions or marriage proposals?

A recount of my AUs:

Your thoughts of HCs for the Six-Bones AU?

Oct 2

Have you read  “Sooner Or Later You’re Gonna Be Mine”

How’d you do that?

Reading through your posts about Crypto!Frisk, and I wanna say…

Oct 3 - Is Frister a ship exclusive to Cryptozoologist au?

Oct 4 - Opinion about the Papyton (Papyrus x Mettaton) ship?

Oct 5 - Just imagine Flowey having the voice of Lil Gideon.

Oct 8 - Good news! My application’s been accepted

Oct 10

Would you ever be willing to write a Papyrus x Frisk fic?

Would it be okay if you could write about yandere Flowerfell?

Oct 12

I heard Flowerfell was based off of the writer and his partner

If you were to choose between Frans and Papara

Oct 21

Welcome back friend! how was your break?

HEY! It's been a while how are you doing?

Welcome back! Hope things have been well! :3

Are all AUs accepted here?

Oct 22

How do you feel with Monster Kid x Frisk?

Why do you like the idea of Chara being evil? (no hate)

Thoughts on Friskriel?

Rosalyn makes me think you don't like tsundere characters

Oct 23

When a tsundere character becomes abusive

I actually have the same feelings about Tsundere

‘I hate all tsunderes and everyone that likes the trope’, is not true.

Opinion of the AUs where Chara and Frisk are joined at the soul?

I don’t have many headcanons about the characters of Deltarune

Oct 24 - About the Author

Oct 26 - Status Update 10/26

Oct 27

Why you should share your ideas with the world

Do you know Ragnartale by @naomyart ?

Oct 28

I have a phobia of injections

Well, it’s over and done with, until next year at least.

All the stories I wrote in the past, I still have them

Oct 29 - I think one of the most insulting responses you can get

Oct 30

Hey there! Where can I read your stories?

Sometimes my mother will ask about how my writing’s going

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November's list is going to be of a similar size to this, so expect the next one being split into two as well!

#Master List #franstastic-ideas Master List #Haven't finished final inspection yet

[franstastic-ideas]

Master List Oct Edition (2/2)

This half contains Yandere Month Special, Classic Undertale Headcanons, Multiple AU asks, other headcanons that didn’t quite fit the first half, and Franstastic-Ideas’ more personal posts

The first half contains AU-centric headcanons excluding UT

Yandere Month—————————————

Oct 3

Frisk is on an ambassador trip?

Mafia Yandare hcs on both our sweet frans ♡

yandare King Sans and his Lady Ambassador!

cryptozoologist frans but ... yandare~

more yandare for me please! have you heard of echofell?

what about Murder Frans (Murder Sans x Frisk)

Ink x Draw? (InkSans x InkFrisk) but yandare???

Yandare Error x Core?

Where do the Horrortale brothers fall in the least to most nuttiest yandere spectrum?

These are my questions about the yandere skeletons [1. reasonability, 2. saying No, etc]

Oct 4 

yandere version of the convergence AU?

Any headcanons for yandere storyshift bros.?

yandare lamia??.

Oct 6 - How about a yandare frister?

Oct 9

Haven’t really seen much yandere!G!Sans. Could you do that?

Yandere Headcannons on Nightmare and Dream right?

But, what if a female touched his lady as a platonic gesture? (Yandere!G)

If G!Frisk would somehow found out how Yandere G can be if needed to

Oct 10 - yandere outertale?

Oct 22

yandare cuddles with the swap brothers 

What would Yandere Dance be like

Oct 23

So what about a yandere Dusttale sotry

What would Yandere WraithTale Sans do with Rosalyn

Killing is extremely rare and saved for severe occasions in my yandere-verse

Oct 24 - If Chara escaped and Papyrus was unable to find her?

Oct 27 - "he wouldn’t sleep until she was found"

Classic Undertale————————————

Oct 1

imagine Sans never confessing 

Frisk and Chara hear a lot of puns and knock-knock jokes from Toriel

why does UT Chara hate humanity?

Does Frisk or Chara have a backstory

thoughts on Asgore and Toriel coming back together

Oct 2 - canon fact or a fan theory, Frisk fell 100 years, after Chara

Oct 3

some papyrus x chara x asriel hcs

chasriel and frans double date?

Oct 4

Frisk and Sans reconcile after getting into an argument?

how about some gaster x frisk x sans hijinks?

Accidentally ripping your pants in front of your S/O

Oct 5

Other than losing Frisk, what does Sans fear?

Is Chara a tsundare?

Oct 6 - Why did UT Frisk climb the mountain?

Oct 8 - Sans’s Reaction to Papara In a Nutshell

Oct 9 - If Frisk did a genocide run and she had to kill Sans?

Oct 10

Frisk can flirt with Goat Mom and canonically flirts with Papyrus

why Sans was creeping around before introducing himself?

Oct 11 - What are frisk and sans’ favorite seasons

Oct 12

UT Frisk as someone who flirts with pretty much everyone

Is UT Sans was a bit more eccentric and wild about his work?

Would Pap ask Chara about letting him in the Royal Guard?

Oct 14

What does Papyrus think of Grillby himself?

Do you think that the Charas liked to play with their Asriel's ears?

Ariel will state that Chara "wasn't the greatest person’

How do you think Asriel and Papyrus feel about each other overall?

"prone to random bouts of stupidity when Chara is involved."

"And they have to share". Do you mean Chara or that one braincell?

When Asriel and Papyrus are competing, how does Chara react?

Chara's reaction to Sans’ secretly trolling Pap online would be?

Oct 21 - do the skeletons have peeves that their human lover does?

Oct 22

How would Gaster and Sans respond to a third rival

How Frisk/Chara felt about Alphys’ crush on Toriel and Asgore?

Undertale cuddles? o3o i want more of those!

How you think frans would spend a rainy day

How about surprise kisses? Chara initiating their first kiss?

Would Chara be the one to tell Papyrus about his cooking?

Has Sans or Papyrus seen natural disasters while on the surface?

Would Chara tell Pap Undyne’s feelings of him and the Royal Guard

Oct 23

can we some of that Frister cuddles?

What would Sans and Mettaton's relationship be?

in Undyne and Alphys' wedding. Frisk caught the bouquet!

Frisk/Chara receive x-rays. How do their boyfriends see it?

Papyrus with a human anatomy book of undeniable proof

Oct 26 - If frisk put herself on a near death state to save someone?

Oct 27 - Paps has told a skele-ton of puns in the game

Oct 28

"Papyrus thinks his jokes are better than Sans’s." Does Sans agree?

Do you think that Chara met Dr. Gaster?

Perhaps Sans and Flowey aren’t the only ones aware of the resets

How do you think Chara behaved at first towards the Dreemurrs?

Papyrus' reaction was when he found out that MK was a fan of his?

Oct 29

When you check the family photo, Chara's response would be "..."

Do you think that Chara cuddled with Asriel?

Oct 30 - "Papyrus feels the need to inspect them… just in case."

Multiple AU Headcanons—————————

Oct 1 - More gpapara headcanons please! child of the ruins hcs too?

Oct 2 - Frans aus reacts to Frisk suddenly dying and not resetting?

Oct 6 - Is Gaster Sans' older brother in these aus or something else

Oct 8

In order from least to most, who are the ten biggest tsundere

UT Frisk and US Chara when bfs are telling puns to other women?

Minus HT Sans, who are the most protective/possessive?

Oct 9

skelebros react to someone very openly checking out their ladies?

soft UT papara, soft househusband green, and soft UF papara

With each Papara and Frans couple, who kissed who first?

Oct 10

skelehusbands favorite places to kiss on their wives?

What would Older/Married Skelehusbands give to Younger selves?

how sanses react once frisk starts aging and eventually pass away?

what would their skeleton lovers react to "that time of the month"?

Oct 11

How the sanses feel if frisk had a previous love interest that broke off

UF, US, and SF Sans and Frisk are pregnant but the girls don't know

would Soul sensing be the same in reverse? 

Aww, man. I was hoping for them to freak out or something

Where to their wives like to kiss their favorite skeleton?

Lol, I can only imagine how freaked out they'd get. :3

If “previous love interest” caused Frisk to have a negative reaction?

Oct 12

Do the Frisks squish their Sans' faces?

what if the first kisses where started by the cutiebones’ lovers?

Do any of the Frans/Papara couples get into arguments

Is there a human that likes the Gaster AUs? 

How did each version of Sans and Papyrus go about soulmates

When did the Sanses realize that they were in love with their Frisk?

Chara had to deal with their ex-lover. How each Papyrus respond?

Oct 13 - Most Papyri refer themselves as "the great Papyrus”…

Oct 22 - Frisk/Chara with whom they refer to as a "boy friend"? 

Oct 27 - Have the Sanses/Swap Papyruses always liked bad jokes?

Oct 29

Do UT Chara/US Frisk had doubts that the Royal Family loved them?

Frans/Papara confessions where Frisk/Chara confess?

Chara responds to receiving a bouquet of flowers/chocolate

Other Headcanons————————————

Oct 1

Monster Hunter Chara and Monster Papyrus?

can I ask for FellGFrans? or FellGPap?

Persephone/hades-esque headcanons for both frans and papara 

Would HT Frisk ever fall in love despite him keeping her captive?

Oct 2

your pacifist horrortale...but swapped?

Reaper and Frisk as Hades and Persephone X3

Oct 3 - I was wondering if you’ve heard of an AU called Farmtale

Oct 4

a modern war AU where Sans is a spy and so is Frisk

any horrorfrans/papara hcs you could share with us?

About that Lamia AU... what would be the next step to courting

Horrorswap Papara please

Oct 6

Is Gaster Sans' older brother in these aus or something else

snippets from Feeling Bonely without you?

Your wild west au love triangle between Grillby, Chara and Papyrus.

skeleton bachelors in the HarvestTale/FarmTale soul events

Oct 12 - In outertale, sans shows frisk where shooting stars fly by

Oct  20 - What's your ideas about Core! Frisk and Error? 

Oct 21

Headcanons for semisolidmind’s Aslyumswap

Narrator-Chara AU head cannons?

“The Villain I Appear To Be,” does Frisk feel remorse for hurting sans

Oct 22

Swapfell papara/frans cuddles?

If the Convergence AU was a Papara reverse harem?

Oct 23

more cuddles! outertale papara/frans?

In the AUs where Chara and Frisk are "joined at the soul” explanation

Oct 28 - "Chara and Frisk are attached via soul", an alternate view…

Personal Thoughts————————————

Oct 1

Written Horrortale, Gastertale, or Underlust Papara?

Punctuation

Is this Reapertale? Or maybe it’s Greektale…?

can we take one of your prompts and write a fic of it too?

how to be you???

written HCs on love confessions or marriage proposals?

A recount of my AUs:

Your thoughts of HCs for the Six-Bones AU?

Oct 2

Have you read  “Sooner Or Later You’re Gonna Be Mine”

Reading through your posts about Crypto!Frisk, and I wanna say…

Oct 3 - Is Frister a ship exclusive to Cryptozoologist au?

Oct 4 - Opinion about the Papyton (Papyrus x Mettaton) ship?

Oct 5 - Just imagine Flowey having the voice of Lil Gideon.

Oct 8 - Good news! My application’s been accepted

Oct 10

Would you ever be willing to write a Papyrus x Frisk fic?

Would it be okay if you could write about yandere Flowerfell?

Oct 12

I heard Flowerfell was based off of the writer and his romantic parter

if you were to choose between Frans and Papara

Oct 21

welcome back friend! how was your break?

HEY! It's been a while how are you doing?

Welcome back! Hope things have been well! :3

Are all AUs accepted here?

Oct 22

How do you feel with Monster kid x Frisk?

why do you like the idea of chara being evil? (no hate)

Thoughts on Friskriel?

Rosalyn makes me think you dont like tsundere characters

Oct 23

When a thunder character becomes abusive

I actually have the same feelings about Tsundere

‘I hate all tsunderes and everyone that likes the trope’, is not true.

Opinion of the AU's where Chara and Frisk are joined at the soul?

I don’t have too many headcanons about the characters of Deltarune

Oct 24 - About the Author

Oct 26 - Status Update 10/26

Oct 27

Why you should share your ideas with the world

Do you know Ragnartale by @naomyart ?

Oct 28

I have a phobia of injections

Well, it’s over and done with, until next year at least.

All the stories I wrote in the past, I still have them

Oct 29 - I think one of the most insulting responses you can get

Oct 30

Hey there! Where can I read your stories?

Sometimes my mother will ask about how my writing’s going

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Holy... Cow! This took a while. But, November's list looks like it's going to be of a similar size to this, so expect the next one being split into 2 as well!

[thisweekingundamwing]

TWIGW RoundUp (July 21 - 27)

Greetings Everyone! Here’s your roundup of contributions for this week. Check out their stuff and show them some love!😊💖 🌃🌉

~Mod TB

Fanfiction:

aminamenta, Mission Accepted (Part 19)

Rating: General Audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Multi

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Character: Heero Yuy

Additional Tags: Drabble Collection, Drabble

Summary: A Gundam Wing drabble collection based on r/fanfiction's July 2019 Daily Prompts. Missing moments and character explorations from a series I have loved for years. 100 words each. Mission Accepted. 1. Heero Yuy

ateventide, Echoes

Rating: General Audiences

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Characters: Relena Peacecraft, Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Zechs Merquise

Summary: One Shots, Drabbles and mostly unfinished works

@bailong05, All the King's Horses (Ch. 6)

Rating: Mature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Xiaolin Showdown/Gundam Wing

Relationships: Jack Spicer/Chase Young, Chang Wufei/Original Female Character(s)

Characters: Jack Spicer, Chase Young (Xiaolin Showdown), Chang Wufei

Additional Tags: fem!Jack, mentions of physical abuse, Mentions of Emotional Abuse, Mentions of Sexual Harassment, Panic Attacks, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Mentions of War, Trauma, Psychological Trauma, Childhood Trauma, Healing, Crossover

Summary: In which Chase Royally Fucks Up.

@bobo-is-tha-bomb, Unchain Utopia [COMPLETE - 14 chapters]

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Rating: Mature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Zechs Merquise/Reader

Characters: Zechs Merquise, Relena Peacecraft

Additional Tags: Romance, Fluff, Summer of Zechs, Summer of Zechs 2019, Sexual Content, Lime, Drama, Family

Summary: When unexpected political roles are pushed upon you and your husband, you find your life turned upside down. The challenge is far greater than anything you have encountered before, but also leads to new insights. And who knows, you might even find the ultimate happiness there. ZechsxReader

Written for Summer of Zechs 2019 - @seasons-of-gundamwing

The Bodyguard

Rating: Mature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Relationship: Heero Yuy/Reader

Characters: Heero Yuy, Reader, Relena Peacecraft

Additional Tags: Romance, Drama, Violence, Mild Sexual Content

Summary: When death threats start to get serious, Preventer sends an Agent to protect you. But this man might be more dangerous to you than any death threat. HeeroxReader.

In the End

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Relationship: Chang Wufei/Reader

Characters: Chang Wufei, Duo Maxwell, Reader, OC - Character

Additional Tags: Romance, Drama, Violence, Reader Insert

Summary: Five years after the war you still struggle with its horrors. Determined not to let it get to you, you decide to take a course in self defense. If only you knew that your instructor would drive you crazy and that he would get you angry with one look. Oh, and did I mention he is also sexy as sin? WufeixReader

What’s going on Fanfiction wise (4)

Doii, Precogmare (Ch. 6)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Characters: Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy

Additional Tags: Quatre Raberba Winner/Trowa Barton - Freeform, Chang Wufei/Sally Po - Freeform, Get Together, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy - Freeform, Mission Gone Wrong

Summary: A mission gone wrong shows Duo the future that awaits them. Could he stop it on time? Can he protect Relena and the other pilots while keeping his secrets hidden? Wrote it ages ago, never published it. A lot of cursing and references to violence, death, blood and suicide. It's a Heero and Duo get together, background 03x04 and 05xS

@duointherain, Beneath (Ch. 12)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Relationships: Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner

Summary: Duo discovers real catsup!

Experimental, Chase your dreams away

Rating: Mature

Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Category: M/M

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Relationship: Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner

Characters: Quatre Raberba Winner, Trowa Barton, Heero Yuy, Chang Wufei, Quinze (Gundam Wing)

Additional Tags: Canon Timeline, Dark, Not Really Character Death, Everyone Is Alive, Zero System, Mindfuckery, Guilt, Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, Romantic Friendship, I Will Go Down With This Ship

Summary: He watches them fall one by one when he closes his eyes. It doesn't matter if it's not real. It's his fault. That's real enough. "Bad dream?" Trowa asks him. The worst.

@janaverse, stickies from heero

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Pairing: 1+2+1, 1x2x1 (Heero x Duo)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Characters: Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell

Additional Tags: Get Together, Friendship, Eventual Sap, Eventual Implied Sexual Content, Mentions of Trowa/Quatre/Wufei/Relena/Sally - for now

Creator Chose Not to Archive Warnings

Summary: heero and duo are in their mid-20's and are sharing a house. they are both working as preventers, but are not on the same work schedule. duo initiated this unique form of communication and heero has fully embraced it. [ these are images of the actual notes that heero leaves for duo on their refrigerator. ]

@helmistress, The Italian Job [Ch. 2 & 3 is up - now COMPLETE]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Relationship: Zechs Merquise/Lucrezia Noin

Characters: Zechs Merquise, Lucrezia Noin

Additional Tags: Summer of Zechs, Photo prompt, Prompt Fic, Zechs and Noin catchin' Cartel heads and Serial Killers in one fell swoop. And then having a nice dinner.

Summary: Zechs and Noin have a have a job to do in Siena but with all the beautiful scenery and unique places to eat, will they be able to focus?

kracken, Black Dog Blues (Ch. 9)

Not Rated

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Relationship: Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Characters: Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Original Heero Yuy, Zechs Merquise, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei, Trowa Barton

Additional Tags: gundam wing - Freeform, Yaoi

Summary: Duo is a troubled detective who solves cases with the help of visions of the supernatural. Unfortunately, those visions are driving him slowly insane. Can his new partner Heero Yuy save his soul and his sanity? AU

Lost in the Blue (Ch. 1)

Not Rated

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Relationships: Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner

Characters: Wing (Gundam Wing), Gundam Wing - Character

Additional Tags: Preventers (Gundam Wing), Duo Maxwell - Freeform, Heero Yuy - Freeform

Summary: After the war everyone is a member of Preventers. Duo proves to be a pain in the ass to work with and Heero Yuy avoids him at all cost... until the day he can't any longer.

luvsanime02, Petty Bullets

Rating: General Audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Characters: Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Wild Wild West, Humor, Friendship, Cocktail Friday

Language: English 

Series: Part 78 of the Cocktail Friday Fics series Collections: GW Cockatil Fridays

Summary: Duo’s really not sure how to take his drink coming with an actual bullet encased in the glass.

@ransomedbard, A Good Day

Rating: Teen

Characters: Duo Maxwell

Dialogue cut from a WIP.

Implied violence, mentions of character death

Sheslikethis, The Unforgiven Soldiers

Rating: Mature

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Relationships: 6x5, 1x2 - Relationship, 3x4, 6xN, 1xR, 2xH, 5+S

Characters: Chang Wufei, Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Zechs Merquise, Sally Po, Relena Peacecraft, Hilde Schbeiker, Dorothy Catalonia, Lady Une

Additional Tags: Gay, Gay Character, Male Friendship, Love, Angst, Drama, War Crimes, Crime Fighting, Eventual Relationships, Gay Sex

Summary: How many times can you ask the earth forgiveness and be denied? How long will your love ones restrain you from being loved? How far must you go to find your true calling? A story about 6 six men were war has stolen their coming of age and they have to fight their own personal battles to find manhood. While insurgence groups, terrorist and misguided people all try to find peace.

@wingslanding, Broken (Ch. 12)

Fandom: Gundam Wing 

Rating: Mature 

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings 

Relationships: Relena Peacecraft/Heero Yuy 

Characters: Relena Peacecraft, Heero Yuy

Summary: One of the greatest love stories never told... this way.

Fanart/Manipulations/Graphics:  

@artthingymabob, Relena Peacecraft

@deathscythehell, 2x4x2 and an airplane

@dinmitbang, Desire to monopolize

@duointherain, Duo Maxwell

@hashiome, Chang Wufei

@janaverse, Heero, Trowa and Duo

@meporinbb, Summer Wild Beat

@openbookexam, Gundam Wing 01

Cosplay:

@elpheal, Gundam Wing:: Five 

@manabingu, Zechs's helmet > Zechs Merquise

Photosets/Screenshots/GIFs:

@animarchive, Mobile Suit Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz (Newtype, 02/1997) > After War Gundam X and Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz (Newtype, 12/1996)

@animethingsandstuff, 3x4x3 (Episode 4) > Includes a discussion/debate w/ @seitou, @cynfinnegan, @gundayo and @terrablaze514.

@bobo-is-tha-bomb, Rough character sketches

@disturbed02girl, Relena Darlian (in “It’s Just Love” closing theme) > 1+R / 2+H > Wing Zero versus Epyon > WMS-03 Maganac > Nataku/Shenlong (GoL) > Treize Khushrenada (GoL) > Trowa Barton (GoL) > Heero Yuy in Epyon (GoL)

@janaverse, Duo Maxwell > Heero Yuy

@wingslanding, My Favorite Fight Scene (Endless Waltz)

Videos/AMVs: 

@myspicyuniverse, →Crash←

Studio aLf, "White Reflection" - Gundam Wing Endless Waltz (cover)

@theopmeats, 12 Favorite Moments in MSA: Gundam Wing > (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12)

@timelordnomad (featuring @offspringchick29 & @seitou) - Gundam Wing Game Night (1) (2) via Twitch.tv

Moodboards/Aesthetics:

@disturbed02girl, Gundam 40th “BEYOND” (Comic Con 2019)

@horrendousedits, Gundam Wing EW character moodboards

@jellyfishflan, Wild Wing Boys (stickers)

@p3ac3fulfor3st, All the King’s Horses (Ch. 6): Of Pride and Pain (for @bailong05)

Headcanons:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes, @softnocturne, @rinachiba - Cooking Headcanon!

@peachandbetty, Headcanon - Language (1xR)

@robo-rad, Send in your requests! > Different versions of Trowa

@theresareasonforthis, The Incredibles 2 << Mod’s note: This supports my idea of Trowa working on movies.

Memes:

@disturbed02girl, True warriors debate

@incorrectgundamwingquotes, Disaster idiots alignments > Lady Une versus Preventers > Time travel… (featuring @greenekangaroo & @chofitia)

@janaverse, Definition of glomping

Gunpla:

@bobo-is-tha-bomb, Wing 01 > "I will be true..."

@christianmswanson, Tallgeese (progress) > Tallgeese II > Tallgeese (update)

Gonzalo G. B., Gundam "The Fallen" (for a contest)

@waifus-of-hope, Kit arrives > Mission accomplished (Wing Zero) > Asking the Real Questions (video)

Meta/Promos/Fandom Discourse: 

@amyole, Gundam Wing App

@flaminfogelman, YouTube channel update

@invader-vel, The Initials: D. M.

@oneshortdamnfuse, No one versus… Me

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes, Trowa shouldn’t put Marie in bed anymore

Submission by @travellemon

Hilde and Relena

Duo versus ZERO system

Relena proposes, but…

Trowa Barton

Trowa, Heero and Wufei

Wufei and Duo

Heero versus Zechs

What's your sexuality?

Dr. J and Heero

Quatre versus ZERO system

At Preventers HQ

Relena and the “cool’ blonde dude from class (Heero taught him manners in fencing class)

Submission by @bobo-is-tha-bomb

Field Medic

2x5x2

Heero and Trowa

Trowa, Heero, Duo and Quatre

Quatre and Heero (the others are avoiding the kitchen)

Trowa and Quatre

1x2x1 (2)

Undercover at a new school

Submission by @timelordnomad

Submission by @janaverse (2)

Quatre and Noin

Duo and Quatre

Trowa, to Catherine

Stranger Things parody

3x4x3 (2)

Aboard Peacemillion

Calendar Events:

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Rules for this event here.

@gundamzine, Interest Check

Hello, everyone! As 2020 marks the 25th anniversary of Mobile Suit Gundam Wing. I thought I would post an interest check for a fanzine in celebration of that milestone. 

You can fill out the survey here, which will close on August 1.

( @fandomzines @zine-scene @zinefeed @zinewatch @zinesubmissions)

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Post responses on Friday, August 2, between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Don’t forget to @ us!

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Calling all writers, artists, betas/editors and pinch hitters! Sign-ups are officially open for July! More detailed info here.

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GW Mini Bang = August 1 to November 30.

Deadline/Posting week =  December 1 - 7 (on AO3).

Get in contact with @helmistress if you have any questions. Everyone who signs up will be contacted.

Heads up Mini Bangers! (Update)

#This week in Gundam Wing #twigw #weekly update #gundam wing #mobile suit gundam wing #gundam wing fanart #gundam wing fanfiction

[qqueenofhades]

breath of ash, bone of dust: ii

Well. Here it is, the apparently much-anticipated follow-up to the original breath of ash, bone of dust, the Kastle Hades and Persephone AU I wrote recently. I had a few requests for more, decided I would write something, and said that it would hopefully be 10k or under. It turned out that this was a bad idea and I should not have done that. The plot bunny took it personally.

Aka, 30,000 words later, we now have this. Here be (a lot of) angst, many gratuitous Greek mythology references, and feelings. You’re welcome?

I.

It’s spring in New York City, and the world is ripe with magic. The blossoms are out on the trees, that wannabe actress rushing to an audition somehow had enough cash for the cab fare, the Mets didn’t blow it in the ninth inning, and among the dirty, oil-slick waters of the harbor, shining scales flash and flicker and vanish whenever you look for them. It’s too large to be a fish, and not too smart for you to walk alone on the docks late at night. Slimy, webbed hands could reach out of the lapping, scum-slick shallows, and drag you under. They’re not as dangerous as their wild cousins out in the Atlantic, who sing so sweetly and seize and drown you the instant they can, but they’re not fond of humans, or encroachments on their territory. But you can easily ward them off by buying an amulet for $1.50, off the old wizard’s sidewalk cart in Coney Island. He was born in 1822, and still thinks that’s a lot of money.

Karen can sense it, in the low-level way that she has become permanently aware of all the magic in this city – she can tap into it to make it stronger, like tuning a radio aerial, or turn it down until it’s nothing but a soft rush and sigh, but it never goes away entirely. At first it was like living next door to someone who had the TV just loud enough for you to hear constantly, threatened to drive her crazy, but she’s gotten used to it. She’s seen faces glancing at her from crowds, faces never there when she looks again, who whisper witch or queen or lady in a variety of languages, including several that she’s not sure she actually knows. It is two years since she became co-sovereign ruler of the underworld (New York’s, anyway) and she’s just returned from her six months down below. This is her least favorite part of the year while everyone else appreciates it the most, the end of frost and sleet and too-short days, the return of the sun and the buds on the trees, warm west winds and green-golden evenings. For the rest of this city, it’s the end of winter. But for Karen, it’s the start.

She has started to accept, more or less, that this is how the rest of her life will look – though she doesn’t know how long that life will be. Is she confined to one mortal span, or has she taken on immortality by osmosis, so that she too will exist indefinitely, turning each calendar and season in endless cycles? She’s still not sure she’s comfortable with that idea, a guaranteed and unshakable immunity from death, even as she, of course, helps oversee that very moment for everyone else. But Karen is definitely warming to her role. It’s a fuck-yeah I’m-the-Queen-of-the-Underworld power trip when you stride down the sidewalk and people get out of your goddamn way. Plus, there’s the satisfaction of ensuring just desserts. Rude bus driver or cat-calling construction worker got on your nerves? See you in hell, dickhead. Literally.

And yet, Karen is struggling to reestablish roots in the human world, to remember why any of this matters. She’s changed in some way she can’t put her finger on, even as it is obvious that she would. She can’t for the life of her understand why humans spend so much time worried about the stupidest and most irrelevant things, when she’s seen them to their final destination, understood in broad sweeps and completed arcs, the immensity of the eternal and how little humanity ever faces it. For that matter, Karen doesn’t entirely classify herself as a human any more, even as she remembers Wilson Fisk saying that she couldn’t live among them forever. Witch. She wants to go to Josie’s and drink a beer with the boys like nothing’s changed, especially since they’ve been waiting patiently for her to get home (home? Is it?), but she stands there at her mirror, staring at herself, and cannot quite make out the edges of her own reflection. Whatever is in her soul, whatever she is, is no longer entirely visible to mortal instruments.

[read the rest on AO3]

#mcu #kastle #kastle ff #kastleff #hades and persephone au

[daydreaming-cheese-weasel]

community wild west au

okay, it’s a bit different from what i posted in the rough draft of ideas thing, but here it is!! this is part one, bc i think the whole thing is gonna end up longer than i thought lol

     Annie knew she couldn’t stay here forever. It was a small town, and she always knew, somewhere deep down, that she would move on to bigger things someday. But that didn’t make it easier to be forced to leave. This was all she had ever known- playing kick the can with the younger children of her father’s patients while they got their medications, playing dress up with her mother, beating the dust out of their clothes during windy season with her brother. She knew she had to face the truth. She wasn’t welcome here anymore. If she had just known when to quit, she wouldn’t be in this situation... that’s what she beat herself up on while she silently bagged the cheese and apples her mother had paid good money for. If she wasn’t such a petty child, she could have stayed here forever... that’s what she thought while she stole the medication from her father’s office that could have helped so many people. But it was too late now, she thought as she reached the town’s limits, just before sunrise, wearing a form fitting vest given to her by her mother for her 18th birthday, taking on last look at the life she lost.

     Troy never cried. That’s what he told himself, anyway, tilting his hat so that Abed wouldn’t be able to see his face. But looking at that poor horse, wincing in pain as Abed cleaned his wounds made a tear run a path down his dusty cheek. Abed was gentle with the animal, of course. Troy’s boyfriend would never ever hurt anyone, regardless of what the townsfolk used to whisper behind Abed’s back. Troy felt a flame in his stomach just thinking about them. And how terribly they always treated Abed. They were gone now, just memories of the past. Troy was free; that’s all he ever wanted.

     Abed wondered where this horse had come from and how he gotten hurt as he gingerly wrapped his bright red bandanna around the horse’s front leg. It was almost the same color as the blood dripping rhythmically into the dirt. He glanced up at Troy standing a few feet away from where he was kneeling by the light brown horse. He could tell he was trying and failing to control his deep emotions, something Abed never had much trouble with. This horse represented Troy in a way, he thought. A little bit in pain, but nothing he couldn’t fix. Abed never expected to “fall” for his best friend. Especially since he didn’t fall in love- more like slowly slid into it. Drawing his attention away from Troy’s face, solemn yet “ruggedly handsome”, as the women in town would say, he realized that when the horse was healed, he would long to run again. To be free. But Abed was already rather attached to the poor thing. He wanted to see if he could bond with him so that the horse could have a way to survive and Troy and Abed wouldn’t have to continue their journey on foot. But would the horse ever outgrow their relationship? What would happen to Abed if this horse one day grew dissatisfied with his life, even though Abed had become reliant on him? He pushed the insecure questions out of his head and instead gave the horse some water to drink from his canteen, to try and gain his trust. 

There wasn’t supposed to be any run ins on the way to Annie’s grandma’s house in Greendale County, a few towns over. She had heard stories of the people who would be on these kind of roads. Bandits, thugs- people who Annie didn’t have much experience with in her sheltered life back in town. But when she saw two figures and a horse laying on the ground, she knew she had to keep going, even if it killed her. This was the only way to get to Greendale where, hopefully she could stay- maybe even get a job and start her new life. With that hope in mind, she trudged on under the hot sun. She was tiring quick. She clearly didn’t know what she was getting herself into when she left, just hours ago. But she had no choice. Who knew, maybe these strangers could help her get to Greendale.

Troy and Abed exchanged a glance as the strange girl explained her situation.

“My father is a doctor, that’s why I have all these medications, I’m bringing them to Greendale,” Annie lied, fluttering her eyes, trying to look innocent. “But a few miles back, I crossed paths with some bandits! Th-they stole my dear horse, Ruthie and if you could spare just, just a few-“ Then she cut herself off, throwing in some tears for effect, really pouring in what her mother would call, “the sugar and honey”. Anybody you met would take pity on a sad sight like that, with her doe eyes and quivering lip.

“Look, ma’am, we don’t have any extra money, just barely enough for ourselves,” Troy told her. “Surely a girl like you could run those meds back to your daddy without any difficulty.” It was true that they had nothing to spare, but the girl didn’t have much to her and Troy felt a pang in his heart as he turned away from her and to the horse.

“No, you don’t understand! I need to get to Greendale!” Annie pleaded. She was only a day into her journey and her feet were throbbing in her boots, her throat dry.

“I’m sorry. I wish we could help you, but we have other things on our plate right now,” Abed said in his usual monotone voice (that didn’t make him sound very sorry, Annie thought), gesturing to the horse Troy was petting reassuringly.

“I-I can help your horse! How about a deal? You take me to Greendale, and I’ll help your horse,”she said. Troy perked up and glanced at Abed.

“An intriguing offer,” Troy murmured to himself.

“How would you help him?” Abed wondered aloud. The horse was looking worse by the minute.

“The medications! It works for people, it must work for horses, too, right?” she said, not even bothering to hide the desperation in her voice as her head pounded from dehydration.

“I thought that was for the people in Greendale,” said Troy.

“They... they don’t need it that bad,” Annie stammered, caught in a lie. The truth was she had hoped to sell the meds on the way to buy some food, but striking up a deal would work even better. Troy and Abed looked at each other, seemingly reading each other’s mind. The girl was obviously lying about why she needed to get to Greendale. Annie cleared her throat, bringing their attention back to her.

“Give us a minute to discuss it,” Abed told her. The men walked over to where they had dropped their supplies- sleeping bags, water, and food- leaving Annie with the horse.

“She’s desperate,” Troy said.

“She’s lying” Abed replies.

“We can’t push her; if she doesn’t want to tell us why she’s going to Greendale, we can’t make her.” Troy knew what it was like to want to shut down from the outside. Abed considered this for a moment.

“Okay. If you trust her, I’m with you. We were going that way, anyway. Plus, the horse needs help.” Troy grinned. He went on his tiptoes to kiss Abed’s cheek. He smiled at him.

“Thank you Abed,” Troy said, in that tender voice that Abed slid into love with.

“Let’s bring her some water, she looks like she’s going to pass out any second.”

Thanks for reading!! Reblogs are appreciated if you enjoyed it! Part two will be where they meet the rest of the group so stay tuned!!

(thanks for the inspiration @understandably-odd!!!)

#six seasons and a wild west au #trobed #trobedison #community #six seasons and a movie

[hannahhostofheaven]

New Hannah head canon! Hannah has died seven times up to this point.

I made a new Hannah head canon page and it’s pretty extensive and detailed and gives you an idea of Hannah’s life before, during, and after seasons 9-11. It also talks about Caroline Johnson. So for anyone RPing or planning to RP with Hannah please take a look! Also note that her backstory will be tweaked to fit our RPs.

Tagging my current and prospective Hannah Muse RPers (let me know if I am forgetting someone): @spooky-racoons, @heavensmostterrifyingweapon, @heavenly-soldier, @angelic-rebels, @gracedsoldier, @ourpieceoutoftime, @wellillgowithyou, @meg-deserved-better,

Trigger warnings: mentions of torture, disease, and various types of abuse abound. Hannah had a very rough past:

Note: This is just Hannah’s main canon compliant/divergent verse. If we do any AUs, I might tweak things accordingly.

Also note again: Yes I will RP Caroline Johnson if anyone is interested!

I also updated my rules so you can check that out too:

Head canons:

                 Hannah's personality, skills, and traits:

* Hannah is an angel’s angel, she lives by her rules, but she finds inner conflict with her feelings. She believes in law, justice, and order.

* She is a unique angel in that she has emotions. This makes her more intuitive than other angels. She is quite passionate and although she doesn’t always understand emotions, she just knows she has them. She has a temper, especially when someone taunts her or Castiel.

* Hannah has a fascination with Humanity, although she holds and maintains a distance with these creatures she doesn’t quite understand. She tends to find ‘human things’ like eating unsettling and disgusting, at first, but she is open-minded and when given enough encouragement, she will try new things.

* Hannah likes plants and plant life. She has an aversion to things like fences, borders, and barriers.

* I think Hannah has cream colored wings with golden yellow tips, see blog banner picture.

* Hannah is considered a relatively young angel. She is perhaps 5-10 million years old which when compared to the archangels which are perhaps billions of years old,is very young. She is older than humanity but wasn’t around to see dinosaurs.

Hannah Prior to season 9:

Hannah has been to Earth a few times before meeting Castiel. She has not been to Earth prior to the 19th century, so nearly 200 years. She is weary around humans, tends to not trust them and doesn't automatically volunteer for missions involving Earth. Her time in heaven has not always been great either. She has a somewhat rebellious streak despite her adherence to law and order. In particular, she has had some run ins with Raphael who oversaw her training when she was newly formed.

Raphael punished Hannah harshly for minor transgressions, and often times, her punishment was to be exiled to Earth for a few years. She spent time on earth in the 1860s, the 1770s, 1340s, 1095, the first century CE, and during the reign of the Pharaoh Ramses.

During each of these time periods, Hannah was stripped of her grace and made mortal. She's died six times only to be resurrected by Raphael and brought back to heaven.

First Death: The first time she warranted punishment was when she spoke out against heaven during the time of the 10 plagues. She didn't think it was right to judge an entire race of people. As punishment for speaking out, Raphael sent her to Egypt and locked her into the vessel of a Hebrew slave girl. This slave girl befriended the Pharaoh's second wife and the two fell in love. When the 10 plagues occurred, Hannah tried to save her lovers child with the cruel, abusive pharaoh. Her lover died after the pharaoh beat her to death and he had Hannah put to death. Cause of death: Execution by impalement.

Second death: Hannah was sent to Earth around 79 AD. She fell in love with a roman farmer but they both died when Vesuvius erupted and destroyed their Pompeii farm. Her vessel's body is still entombed in pompeii. Cause of death: vaporized by pyroclastic flow of a volcano.

Third Death: Hannah was sent to Jerusalem in 1095 for again protesting Raphael. This time, she was the wife of a Jewish merchant during the first crusade. She had a child named Miriam. Her life was cut short when the crusaders laid seige to Jerusalem. Her child was brutally murdered in front of her and she and her husband were locked in their synagogue and the crusaders set it on fire, killing everyone inside. Cause of death: Burned alive.

Fourth Death: Hannah came to Cornwall, England during the Black Death. She was the daughter of a wealthy landowner who died and left her in the care of her cruel step mother and step sister. She became their peasant servant. She was treated terribly, especially when her mother found out about the affair she was having with a wealthy courtesan woman from the palace. When plague hit, Hannah and her lover both died. Cause of death: Plague.

Fifth Death: Hannah lived on a Massachusetts farm. She was hired by a cruel man as an Irish scullery maid (cook). The man beat her for the littlest mistakes. He was a British soldier who fought against the Americans during the revolution. He would adopt children from the orphanage in order to use them as slave labor. One such girl, a 5 year old named Scarlett formed a bond with Hannah and Hannah considered claimed her as her own daughter. But Scarlett came down with diphtheria and died and the cruel soldier told everyone that Hannah killed her. Hannah later became pregnant herself through forced assault and both she and her unborn child died of diphtheria. Cause of death: Diphtheria.

Sixth death: In 1863, Hannah lived in Wales at this point. She was the daughter of a merchant who came to the US during the Civil War. Her father was arrested by the southern confederates after being suspected of collaborating with the north. Hannah ran west with a pioneer caravan. While living in a wild west town, she was forced to live in a brothel. She died of cholera while living in the brothel. Cause of death: Cholera.

After her sixth death, Hannah learned to be more obedient. It was ingrained into her by then. She still possesses this spirit of rebellion and when Castiel rebelled, she secretly admired him for it even though she had never met him at that point. She would never openly defy Raphael again and even fought against Castiel on the side of Raphael. When Castiel killed Raphael, Hannah thought she could finally be free, but the fall happened a few years later, and she met Castiel for the first time.

Hannah while with Castiel seasons 9-11 (Her seventh death)

Hannah is much like Castiel was in season four. She is strict about obeying the laws of heaven and chastises other angels for their disobedience. But few know her secret past. During her time spent with Castiel, she learned to be more open minded towards humans and she began to open up to humanity again. Though she made some mistakes in her relationship with Castiel, she developed real feelings for him and she ended up dying defending him from Efram and Jonah. Cause of death: Angel blade, killed by Efram.

Hannah from season 11-13

Season 11: Hannah woke up from the Empty soon after her death but she wasn't allowed to return to Heaven or to Earth. Instead, the cosmic entity sent her to Purgatory.

Season 12: She spent a year in hell after escaping purgatory. She was tortured by demons until she finally made it back to Earth.

Season 13: Hannah spent the year graceless. She is rejoined and reunited with her older vessel Caroline Johnson only to discover that Caroline has not had the best life since they parted ways. When Hannah took over her body for the second time, she and Caroline suffered together.

Caroline Johnson:

* Caroline Johnson was born February 25th, 1980 in Great Falls, Montana. She is a Pisces.

* In this head canon, Caroline and her husband were not on the best of terms. Depending on RPG, Joe can be seen as neglectful at best, abusive at worst, and there was a reason why Caroline said Yes to Hannah in the first place. This may or may not contradict canon, depending on your interpretations of it.

* Caroline was a bit of a daydreamer and animal lover. She dreamed of traveling the world.

* Before her first encounter with Hannah, Caroline was raised in a religious household, though she was a bit of a skeptic herself. Her mother died of cancer when she was 7 and her father, depressed after losing their horse ranch due to financial hardships, committed suicide by shooting himself when Caroline was 14.

* Caroline spent her teenage years in foster care and married her high school sweetheart, Joe shortly after he joined the marines and returned from boot camp.

* Even back then, Joe displayed signs of being a narcissist. He was very controlling and very jealous. He would check Caroline's phone and ask her where she'd been. She learned to deal with his personality because she thought she loved him and he promised to show her adventures.

* After Caroline had a miscarriage, Joe got worse and it was at this time that Hannah came to Caroline and asked her to be her vessel. In an act of anger and defiance towards Joe, Caroline said yes.

* Her time as Hannah taught Caroline a strength she never knew she had. After awhile though, she missed Joe and when Hannah released her, she thought she could work things out with her husband. She thought wrong.

* In the year since she disappeared, Joe became more abusive and possessive and when she returned, he decided to punish her for ever running off on him. She was subjected to frequent beatings.

* When Hannah came to possess Caroline a second time, she found her vessel beaten and dying on the floor of the house she was being held prisoner by Joe. Caroline agreed to be possessed again and Hannah released her soul to heaven. But being graceless, Hannah was unable to convince Joe she wasn't Caroline anymore and so, Joe abused her, that is, until Hannah poisoned him and ran away. She has no idea if Joe survived the poison or not, she didn't wait around to find out.

So this is Hannah and Caroline's story. Depending on the RP, some tweaks and changes can be made to fit the RP.

#Hannah #Muse #headcanon