#FITSCS

[autisticlenaluthor]

my fic forever is the sweetest con if it were a SMAU

pt 2, featuring fic accurate toxic jackieshauna | pt 1 -> in which jackie is diabetic and gay for nat. in that order.

[hwrote]

the affection could have sent her mind spinning, had she not been aware of what journey lay ahead of them. charlie's sweet kisses would be moments to return to, in her solitude of the future in which he wouldn't be in front of her doing exactly this. "i know you won't," bea replies with a kiss to him of her own. one that's got a bit more gusto behind it, pulling away only when she hears another whistle of warning from joe. "and i don't intend to let anythin' happen to you either." it was as close to a promise as either of them could make, and that was more than good enough for bea.

there's an instantaneous kinship between the three of them on the road, especially between joe and bea. "well that makes sense," she calls up to him. "given that you look so much older than us." her hands take a stronger hold around charlie's middle, winking at him when he turns around to smile at her. if the other outlaw wants to tease, he should know he's messing with the world champion of it. "you know, i've always wanted a daddy. any chance you're single, joe? my mama's quite the looker. we could find you someone to make googly eyes at if that's somethin' you're interested in." at that the horse ahead of them slowly come to a stop, with joe pausing until charlie and bea are at his side. the young woman beams beneath the straw hat her mother gave her before they all departed. "i know you're a travelin' man but i think the women in my family are prone to finding that attractive." she snorts when joe's gaze narrows, taking in her claim to see how genuine it is until he realizes it's not. "you're a spitfire. i like it."

it's enough of a compliment for bea to take deep down into her soul. even if she and charlie lost each other sooner rather than later, she'd always have these few days where she felt enthusiastically alive. where she laughed and smiled in equal measure and found a few people who met her personality with open arms, the way she'd always wanted to be embraced. "in all seriousness, what's the plan beyond that marriage certificate? what do y'all need me to do?"

although charlie almost blanches at the thought of bea witnessing what he does for a living, it is in everyone’s best interest that the necklace be pawned as soon as possible. since the gang is staying at the dubois farm, they are all prime suspects and guilty by association. when she bats her thick, dark lashes, his train of thought derails. a big, dopey grin spreads across his face, reaching out to grab her by the arms and leaning forward to plant a spontaneous kiss on her lips. “you’re somethin’, bea, somethin’ truly special.” he whispers after pulling back but keeping a hold on her.

their moment is interrupted as joe approaches the pair and whistles to get their attention. he dips his head and gives them both a knowing look before turning his attention to charlie, “you ready t’go? y’all can keep on canoodling when we return… if we return.” his voice is light in spite of what comes out of it albeit sincere. the other bandit shakes his head, “ah, don’t sound so grim, joe. we’ll come back.” charlie says after gently releasing bea and placing his hands over his pistols, “‘cause we got ourselves a shooter.” head tilts in the songstress’ direction.

for a second, joe looks on in disbelief but he knows not to judge a book by its cover. charlie seemed all prim and proper when they first pulled him out of a river and now he was a solid criminal that spoke like the rest of them. “well, welcome aboard, miss bell. we’ve never had a lady in our crew so i must warn ya, things might get a little intense but since ya’ willfully volunteered, i reckon you’re up for th’ job.”

to think that last night they’d both been lamenting saying goodbye. thank ya’ oysters. charlie feels it’s inappropriate to be grateful that poor stu got the stomach bug but fortunately, it wasn’t fatal. it means he gets to spend a couple of more days with bea and he was going to cherish every second. “i won’t let anythin’ happen to you.” he takes both her hands and squeezes them before planting a soft kiss on her cheek.

after they all say their goodbyes, they take off on the road on their respective horses. joe leads the pair along the trail, whistling a cheerful tone then pauses. “so here’s how we’re gonna play it out when we go into town,” he begins, “i’m gonna say i’m bea’s father who’s accompanying her and her husband to get a marriage certificate.” since his back is turned to them, they can’t see the grin on his face. “i figured that’s the best story we can come up with since you two can’t stop makin’ googly eyes at each other.” grifting isn’t charlie’s strongest talent let alone in the presence of someone he seems to be besotted by.

[homosubtext]

if we were cowboys (gender neutral), i would bug you all night at your saloon and make you breakfast in the apartment above said saloon once we got closer and take you out to go stargazing whenever the urge comes on…ya that’s what i think of you 🫶

omg will we kiss under the stars when we go star gazing as gay cowboys (gender neutral) 🫣🫣

send me an anon message if u want bc i’m bored 🫶

[belltrigger]

Inktober day 12 - "Love" ft. Hanahaki disease. Jeremey, as mentioned before, is a professional. The most professional of all the professionals, he spends many hours after a completed investigation poring over the notes he takes in the field.

[adxmparriish]

me: badly needs to write

also me: spends every day after work playing video games

[eseninkit-blog]

different

chiluc !fatui au

NEW CHAPTER GUYS, I REPEAT, THIS IS A NEW CHAPTER OF FITSC!!!!🚨🚨🚨🚨and if u haven’t read the fic that orionstarlight writes with the help of some of my notes for this au, I suggest u to start reading 🫶🏻🥹

[taylornation]

Our eyes are full of ✨stars✨ because the “forever is the sweetest con” chapter is out now!!! Listen here: taylor.lnk.to/fitsc

📷: Beth Garrabrant

[autotruckguy]

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[autisticlenaluthor]

making more of forever is the sweetest con as an smau and i fear it's turned into its own beast ... still based off of fitsc of course, but now, we've got a modern day chronically ill!jackie jackienat au and honestly im not mad about it??

[belltrigger]

Inktober day 07 - “Hanahaki disease”

“Jeremy always smells like roses.”

Jeremy is a professional - he’s definitely not going to let a little ‘coughing up flowers’ stop him from conducting his investigations. Especially since it always happens around his partner. Just a hazard of the job.

[belltrigger]

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It doesn’t feel like it, but I’m desperately trying to rid my characters (both drawn and in my head) of “same face.”

I used Joshua in this attempt, working on the facial features first. The first picture is when he worked with Jeremy, while the second is after his release by Jeremy’s brother.

[belltrigger]

Inktober day 19 - "cryptids" The background and details are still in progress but I found myself getting a bit frustrated with designing it. That's okay, though, because I'm gonna revisit it after the month is over.

[belltrigger]

For If The Stars Could See

Chapter 15 Words:  Camp NaNoWriMo 2015

When Joshua nearly kicked the door down in his rush to leave, Clive reacted faster than he had in a long time. Seems that the short time with Joshua had started to train his reflexes. He was out the door even before he stammered a “I'll have to call you back,” into the phone and hung up. He was going to be in so much trouble, but it was better to be yelled at for hanging up on someone than to be yelled at for letting Joshua hurt someone.

He stuffed his phone into his pocket. He paused only a moment to make sure the door was shut behind him, which he hoped didn't cost him in the long run. As always, Joshua was much faster than him, but he stumbled down the stairs as fast as he could without tripping down them.

Clive burst outside, and down the street he saw the obvious gold and purple burst of Joshua's hair. Joshua stumbled a bit as he ran ahead, but quickly regained his footing, hindered only for a moment. But that moment allowed Clive to close the gap even more. It was weird, Clive thought as he watched Joshua's movements; they were clumsy, not at all like he'd come to expect from Joshua. He seemed panicked again, but unlike last time, he was not frozen in place.

“Joshua!!” he yelled, one hand cupped around his mouth in an attempt to make his voice carry. Joshua slowed for a few steps as if he debated whether to stop or not, but picked up speed again after he shook that hesitation. He rounded the corner, and Clive followed after him just in time to see Joshua bring someone down to the pavement with a tackle.

Instead of the person simply being pinned, Joshua was laying into him with his fists, his movements focused on pure power with no finesse. There was no hesitation, any hint of Joshua being concerned with his actions startlingly missing. Before Clive was able to reach him, however, Joshua himself was knocked off of the person he had attacked. Two large men had restrained Joshua, although upon closer inspection when Clive drew near, one of them was punctuating unheard words with blows to Joshua's face.

“Hey! That's enough!” Clive couldn't hold back the shout, and he tried to tug the men off of Joshua. While yes, he had attacked someone, that was no reason to attack him back. A simple restraint was more than enough. They hardly moved from their spots, but the one that had been hitting Joshua stopped. They looked strong, burly figures only barely masked by their stiff clothing. The idea that they were bouncers at the same club, or off-duty private security for someone important struck Clive, if only because they seemed eerily similar to each other.

“Jeremy...” Joshua begged, voice choked with a faint sob. Clive's gaze had narrowed in on Joshua's swollen, split lower lip, and only being called his brother's name brought him out of his overly intense focus. Clive had thought that the men stopped because he arrived, but they seemed focused only on Joshua.

“Dunno how the hell you got out, but you just keep doing this,” the man holding Joshua down muttered. His tone of disdain unnerved Clive; this man had dealt with Joshua before? Did he somehow manage to be where Joshua was when he hurt people? How often did this really happen?

“Excuse me,” Clive cleared his throat. Both men finally acknowledged him, glares leveled over their shoulders.

“What do you want?” the one who had addressed Joshua was the first to speak.

“Well, you see,” Clive started, but the discomfort he felt from their looks made his throat feel dry. He swallowed and continued anyway. “I don't know how you seem to know him, but I'm his caretaker, and I would really appreciate it if you would get off of him.” He mentally congratulated himself for the confidence he didn't quite feel in his voice.

The men looked between each other before they returned their eyes to Clive. “They sent a pretty crappy caretaker then. This guy can't just be let out in public,” the man who had punched Joshua sneered. “He's gotta be locked down tight.” The muscles in his arms tensed, like he wanted to hit Joshua more. Their attitudes were really starting to grate on Clive. Neither of the men seemed as though they were going to release him any time soon.

“This was an unfortunate accident.” Clive flicked his eyes to the man that Joshua had jumped. He looked roughed up, but probably didn't have any serious injuries. The man stood up, brushed himself off, gave Joshua a brief glance and then was on his way. It was odd, to say the least, and Clive found that he lost his train of thought for a brief moment. The guy didn't flip out, didn't yell or scream at Joshua, and just... left. “We'll get this all sorted out, obviously, but first, you're going to have to let him up.”

At first, Clive didn't think that they were actually going to do anything. Then, the guy who hadn't had enough of punching Joshua stood up. After a moment, the guy holding Joshua down shook him by the shirt collar before he released him, and stood up as well. Joshua stayed on the ground, head having made an uncomfortable sounding thud against the pavement.

Once both men had given Joshua some space, Clive knelt down next to him, and propped him up against his knee. Joshua hardly seemed to register the action, and his head flopped to the side as he stared off with an unfocused gaze. Clive tried to take in as much of the wounds on Joshua's face as he could. There were red, swollen spots all over his face, and his nose joined the split in his lip bleeding.

“Ain't nothing you can do to sort this out. We'll let the bosses know what happened,” one of the men said. Clive didn't know which one, he refused to give them the satisfaction of his direct attention. He'd gotten them away from Joshua. But, the fact that they talked as though they worked for the same people made him nervous. Had his employers hired other people to keep tabs on Joshua too? He didn't ask, almost too nervous to think about it at the time.

Satisfied that they made their point, the two men left without another word. After they were out of sight, no car it seemed, Joshua's gaze snapped into instant focus. His sniffed harshly, the trickle of blood seemed to itch his face, and lifted his fingertips up to his nose to test the tenderness.

“Shit.”

“Joshua, are you alright?” Clive didn't stop cradling Joshua's head, and the injured man made no effort to move. “Do you know who I am?”

Joshua's expression was sour and he flicked his tongue out to test the rip in his lip. He hissed before he said “Of course I do, I already told you I did.” Relief washed through Clive. He was afraid that Joshua had, in a moment of panic and fear, thought he was Jeremy come to save him. While he did still help Joshua, he felt a little rejected that he'd jumped to Jeremy.

“I got worried when you called me Jeremy...”

“I couldn't let them know that I knew who you are. I think they still believe I've been tricked, fooled by their farce. Had to make them think I thought you were him, could have put you in danger otherwise. Don't want you hurt. Not like your brother, couldn't stop them.” Another hiss of sucked in air, all the talking he'd done had torn his lip further. Blood began to trickle down his chin with more force.

Oh. So, Joshua hadn't actually been tearfully calling for Jeremy? It had been another one of his manipulations? For once he was actually relieved. It didn't explain why Joshua had attacked that person, and it certainly didn't explain why that person just got up and left like nothing had happened. But it did mean that Joshua had stayed aware of who he was, and that he hadn't caused an unnecessary strain on Joshua's emotional state.

Guess he knew what he could ask Joshua now.

[belltrigger]

First

‘Wearhard sole shoes when you arrive.’

That’swhat the receptionist had told Jeremy Strasse when he’d called toconfirm his appointment with Sanctuary.

Alternately:Thesummers in Silvermoon, the grandiose elven capital city, were notalways that interesting.  They were beautiful, no doubt about that.

[belltrigger]

For If The Stars Could See

Chapter 14 Words: 583 Camp NaNoWriMo 2015

Clive had a phone call, probably the people who told him to be Jeremy. Probably the people that wanted Clive to keep tabs on him. Who was willing to let him out without telling him, while only wanting tabs kept on him? It was tough to know, no one was in that kind of spot to help him.

He peeked over the couch at Clive in the kitchen, pacing, pacing. Was there trouble? Couldn't tell, couldn't hear. Rude to listen in, right? Clive ran his hand through his hair just like Jeremy did, that hesitation at the halfway point before he finished raking his fingers through his hair. Must've been stressful, probably asking what Clive was doing with him. Kept him home, right? Kept him contained? Didn't go out shopping, right?

Joke was on them; there had been so much shopping. He had so many pairs of shoes now, the most he had in years.

Clive gestured frequently with his hands, even though the person on the other end of the phone had no way of seeing it. He cupped the back of his head in embarrassment, seemed flustered. Didn't seem to be doing too bad though.

He turned back around to sit on the couch normally, such a nice couch, soft but firm enough to prevent him from sinking into it. The fabric didn't scratch, didn't grate in his ears, made a pleasant rustle sound when he moved. The table was still full of food, and his newly reheated food was still in his hands, had to eat it. It had been forever since he watched tv, but he had hot food and Clive sounded like he would be busy for some time so he would have to try it.

Tv was loud, even though the volume bar said it was hardly as high as it could go. A quick glance over the top of the couch showed that Clive didn't even seem to notice. But it was so loud, a roar, and unseen static ricocheted in his ears.

Painful, painful, change the channel.

Frantic channel flips did nothing, everything sounded like it was coated in static electricity. Just before he turned it off in a desperate attempt to shut out the static, everything went silent with a harsh ping sound that left a ringing in his ears. The sound vibrated in his head, almost brought tears to his eyes. A painful swallow, throat constricted in fear.

One of them was on the tv. There. They were right behind the person being interviewed on the local news about... something. He couldn't focus on words, the sight and ringing in his ears too much of a distraction. No one saw it, no one noticed as usual. Bile stung his throat.

He had to go, had to not lose track. They were across the street from that place where they went shopping today. It was close, so close. He had to go, didn't want to go, but no one else knew, no one else could stop them. You can't stop what you can't tell is there. Legs stiff, didn't want to stand, but he had to, and he forced himself upright. Hands shook so viciously he had trouble when he put his food down.

Clive's voice cut through the sound that buzzed in his head, but it was difficult to understand any of the words. Joshua flicked his gaze at Clive, couldn't read lips, his voice was unclear.

He ran out of the apartment.