#Annie’s cowboy au

[formulanni]

All of my professors are like 🤭 hope you all had a restful spring break 🤭 like. My brother in Christ I invented a cowboy au about 2 real life straight men

[anibanannie]

mercy

[annielogue]

the direction i wanna take classified in next is to just do it like those weird ass tom & jerry crossover movies

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

i looooove the wild west au idea (i don’t know why but i always love wild west au fics, especially when there is a big cast of characters from the original, like with top gun). are you planning to do it as a full fic or short blurbs or a third thing?

💌 @laracrofted

Ah Amelia!!!! I'm so glad you like the idea 😭🌸 cause I'm super excited about it. there is just something so intriguing and magical about the old west. with the cowboys and the outlaws and the gunslingers. it's just weird to think that shit was real lol

but yes!! the rest of the amazing cast of top gun characters are in this as well! obviously with smaller roles considering what I have planned, but so far we've got:

Ice & Mav as the retired sheriff and deputy

Cyclone as the mayor

Penny as the barmaid at the local saloon

Phoenix and Bob own a farm together

Payback is the local banker

and Fanboy is the school teacher

and as far as my plan for how im gonna write this goes....i definitely have more than enough for a full story 👀👀

[aersolis]

hear me out. okay. buck/eddie cowboy au

[neesieiumz]

°˖✧ 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 ↳↳ 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢 ✧˖°

A wild west anthology, a collection of fics with six of the attack on titan characters in an alternate universe. each fic is a stand-alone fic with no part two but has connections to the ones before it.

comment below to be tagged in all parts!

°˖✧ ⸻ 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚠 ↳↳ 𝚛. 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚗.

synopsis ⸻ it's not everyday a criminal breaks into your home, huh?

warnings ⸻ smut. 18+ wild west!au. part i of the gold rush anthology! bar-maid!reader. robber!reiner. black-coded reader. female reader. afab anatomy. full nelson position. fingering. a bit of dacryphilia. reiner threatens reader with a gun. the two of them get comfortable with each other really quick. reader calls her mother a bitch in this. reader was raised by her late grandmother cause her mother abandoned her. Erwin is in this, who was also raised by reader's grandmother. sheriff!erwin. erwin sees reader as neice/daughter. annie and bertholdt are also in this, but they don't matter.

°˖✧ ⸻ 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚏 ↳↳ 𝚎. 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚑

synopsis ⸻ when your home gets flooded out by a bad storm, it's only right for sheriff erwin smith to help you out, right love?

warnings ⸻ sm*t. fluff. minors do not interact. part ii of the gold rush anthology. sheriff!erwin. bar-owner!reader. canon-age Erwin. reader is in her late twenties, or early thirties, however, you wanna see it. afab reader. female reader. black-coded reader. soft-dom!erwin. fingering. squirting. full-nelson position (yes, can you tell I have a fantasy that I really wanna do?) soft-dom!erwin. he's also really stressed out in this. he also calls you "love" all the time. he also calls you a good girl during this as well. friends-to-lovers. p*rn with plot.

°˖✧ ⸻ 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 ↳↳ 𝚎. 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛

synopsis ⸻ despite working together for a long time, eren and yourself cannot be in a room together, too bad the two of you are stuck at the office late at night.

warnings ⸻ sm*t. minors do not interact. p*rn with plot. part iii of the gold rush anthology. frenemies. coworkers. secretary!reader. officer!eren. eren calls you angel in this. slight-pervert!eren. erwin is your boss. female reader. afab reader. black-coded reader. reciprocal jealousy. mikasa and connie are in this but have no major significance. slight hate sex. storage room sex. mating-press position, regular and reverse cow-girl position. eren and reader are both in their early twenties as well. hickeys. you may or may not get pinned to the floor. they fight a lot for dominance as well.

°˖✧ ⸻ 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚋𝚘𝚢 ↳↳ 𝚓. 𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚗

synopsis ⸻ the years have been hard on the two of you, through it all, your love has preserved.

warnings ⸻ sm*t. 18+. minors do not interact. wild-west!au. part iv of the gold rush anothology. plot-filled. an apology for letting this series go on for as long as it did. jean calls you beauty in this. cowboy!jean. council-man's daughter!reader. angst. mentions of abuse. imperfect family dynamics. both fathers are jackasses. mentions of class disparity. friends-to-lovers. forbidden love. someone gets sent to military school. lots of flashbacks to childhood. soft/service-dom!jean. hair-pulling. cunnilingus. cow-girl position. full nelson (please y'all know me at this point)

°˖✧ ⸻ 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛 ↳↳ 𝚊. 𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚝

synopsis ⸻ on a mission to become rich, city boy armin comes on a mission for gold, seems he hit the jackpot?

warnings ⸻ to be announced.

°˖✧ ⸻ 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛 ↳↳ 𝚣. 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛

synopsis ⸻ far away from home, zeke relishes his new life in the city and leaves what he knows behind.

warnings ⸻ to be announced.

[necromelli]

The hunger games

Finnick Odair 

Checkmate - finnick odair x reader [ series, wip ]

Chapter one

Finnick odair’s love language

Southern! Finnick

Annie cresta teaching finnick how to love

Cherry wine - soulmate au. Finnick x reader [ series, wip ]

Reader x finnick x johanna living together

Finnick gets off by watching your previous interview 18+

Save a horse, ride a cowboy 18+

First christmas with finnick 

Annie x you x finnick 

Johanna Mason 

Johanna mason doesn’t let herself get attached.

Brat tamer! Johanna 18+

Peeta mellark 

Peeta catches you before you leave

Clove kentwell 

Reader traces cloves bruises

[mikeyatess]

hear me out. life on mars night at the museum au. sam is a roman general. gene is the head cowboy. they hate each other. general natm shenanigans occur, but its mostly just chris (sams roman second in command) and annie (amazing cowgirl) trying to set their bosses up bc they're sick of the fighting. ray (genes cowboy second in command) is not sick of the fighting. does this make sense.

[thelastranger]

Western au

Stone age au

Samurai au

There was about a decade overlap between the start of the "cowboys" and the decline in power of the samurai so I'm combining both because that's so fun to imagine.

The modified wagon Hal made to traverse the desert and mountains get burned down (rip The Land Heron) but early stage capitalism calls and the Herons still have to eat and peddle their wares so they all ride horses town to town. Thorn still hates horses so he rides a barely domesticated donkey who hates Thorn equally.

They meet Gilan, a member of the travelling peace keeping group The Rangers who is travelling with Oda, a senshi from Shigeru's court who is seeking out a rogue senshi and his band who killed Shigeru's son and escaped across seas to evade justice. The Rangers are the closet thing to justice this barren wasteland has so Gilan teamed up with Oda. The Herons love dishing out citizen justice and Lydia eggs them on so they're in

Lydia has disguised herself as a man and is a refugee from the town of Limmat, which was burned down by the rogue senshi. At this time, the emerald mine collapsed, trapping Tomas in the mine and killing several others. Lydia robbed the only bank in Limmat to get the last remaining emeralds to fuel her pursuit of justice.

Edvin learns leather working and makes everyone including Gilan and black leather cowboy hats with heron embroidery punched through the side :)

Hal still shoots a crossbow in this au, Ingvar carries a cattle prod, Stig some fancy shotgun, Ulf and Wulf rifles, Lydia's got a lasso, Jesper and Stefan forge swords with Oda, and Edvin has a revolver. Thorn still has a hammer hand.

There's definitely a sharp shooting contest between Gilan, Stig, and Lydia a la Annie Oakley/Frank Butler style. Oda slices card in the air in half.

There's a little side quest to pan for gold. Stefan is the only one to find anything but it's fool's gold rip

I'm going to follow up in a serious manner about the stone age au because there's some genuinely fun history there but for now:

1. Hal discovers fire. jk but he is really good at knapping

[free-for-all-fics]

Cowboy! Namor/Tenoch AU prompts! 🤠 Got some help brainstorming on these with @okay-hotshot so I can’t take all the credit! I watched Forever Purge again and inspiration hit very hard, so these are very long. Please tag me if you’re inspired by any of these ideas, I’d love to read it! 💜

1. Tenoch, An incredibly chivalrous cowboy, goes around saving women, demanding only kisses as his reward. Of course, you find this suspicious. One day you’re horse riding when your horse stumbles and almost falls off a small cliff or hill. Tenoch saves you by lasso’ing you in, preventing you from falling and hurting yourself or worse. He uses the rope to pull you towards him. “I rescued you fair and square. Give me my bounty, sweetheart,” and it’s him asking for a kiss. But you won’t give him what he wants so easily.

2. You’re a farmer’s daughter so you tend to the livestock: The cows, chickens, horses, etc. Tenoch comes across your little shack of a home when he’s passing through town. He asks if you could spare a dipper of water from the well. You fetch it for him and can’t help but admire how handsome he is sitting upon his horse, while he’s too busy drinking to notice your staring. You ask if he’d like more but he says “No, thank you.” He gives you a beautiful neck ribbon as thanks before going on his way. You cross paths again when his horse loses its shoe. He’s holding his horse by the reins and walking by when he asks if there’s a farrier or blacksmith nearby. You give directions. He tells you his horse’s name and lets you pet the gentle beast. He asks you again for some water for the journey. You give it to him, letting him fill his canteen. Again he thanks you, this time giving you a bag of fresh sweet potatoes before going on his way.

This goes on and on. With each visit, the things you trade become more of value. Candles in exchange for a blanket, shoes in exchange for a coat, a cow in exchange for a horse, etc. Until you tell him you don’t have anything else to trade. You’re afraid this means he’ll stop coming around. He pretends to think. “Hmmm. Well. That puts us in quite a pickle. You see, I have this beautiful diamond ring. It’s real nice, not just a piece of glass. But if you got no more items to trade, then how about I take you instead - If you’ll have me? You see, I got this nice house out west. But it’s rather big for just me. It has some empty rooms that could be filled. I was thinking with the sounds of a wife. And children, if we’re so blessed.”

3. Ever After inspired: You’re working your family’s farm since your father died. Your father’s horse is the most precious animal of all the ones you care for. He’s fast, strong, thoroughbred, and he was your father’s so there’s sentimental value. One day Cowboy!/Outlaw! Tenoch sneaks onto your farm and tries to steal your father’s horse. You were picking apples, but upon hearing the commotion you run out and throw them at him, which knock him off the horse. You don’t relent and keep throwing apples at him, all while yelling and accusing him of being a thief, despite his pleads that his horse went lame, he had no choice and he only planned on borrowing it. When he stands back up and faces you, you immediately drop to your knees in fear upon seeing his face and realizing this is the cowboy/outlaw with a reputation that precedes him. You’ve heard stories about this man, what he’s been accused of committing. You ask for forgiveness and to be spared since you know now you must die for your insolence. But he’s just like, “Uhhhh. Speak of this to no one and I’ll be lenient. Just this one time.” And he gets back on your father’s horse. He takes out a bag of coins and gives it to you ‘for your silence’ and rides off. But that won’t be the last you see of him. He’ll be back to return the horse.

4. Reader is like Annie Oakley, experienced from a young age in trapping, shooting and hunting. She soon earns a reputation as the best sharpshooter in the region but men underestimate and doubt her constantly because she’s a woman and rather young. Tenoch is an experienced marksman who’s been traveling, not really staying in one place too long - sort of a drifter. You meet him at a shooting contest while he’s in town, which you win. You don’t like Tenoch because he made some comments about your shooting while begrudgingly giving you the money you won in the bet. He doesn’t acknowledge your skill and talents due to your gender and the fact you’re much younger than him.

Until you say, “Well, how about another bet? This time all or nothing. I’ll just use you as target practice since you find my shooting skills so appalling. If I hit the mark, I get to keep your money. If I miss, you get it all back. Unless you’re chicken?”. His pride makes him take your bet, fully confident he’ll win this time. Until you shoot out a cigar from his hand at a distance of 30 paces. This is the start of your journey from rivals to lovers. If someone had told you this man would be your husband, you’d tell them they were crazier than a run-over coon. But love works in strange ways.

5. Prince of Egypt inspired: You and Tenoch meet under different, much weirder circumstances than usual love stories. You both get off on the wrong foot. Some of the children say there’s a man who fell in the well and you don’t believe them until you hear his voice. So you help pull him out and when you see him, you just push him back in like, “Oh. It’s you.”

The children are like, “Miss, this is why you’re never getting married.”

6. There’s a big dust storm/dust bowl and reader meets cowboy Tenoch when she saves him and brings him to shelter or vice versa. They’re total strangers but one of them can’t just leave the other out there to possibly die. Dust storms can last a long time so they may be cooped up inside for a while. Time to get to know each other. And there’s only one bed. As you endure and survive this terrible event together, it’s like you’re the only two people in the world. In this perpetual drought, you’re daydreaming and thinking of running out in the middle of the night to meet cowboy Tenoch and kiss him just as it starts raining.

7. In a small farming community at the height of the dust bowl, a preacher makes a deal with an ancient entity that can control the weather. But there is a terrible cost.

8. Years after the disappearance of the world's most famous western outlaw, you're approached by a middle aged man with a beard who offers you a job to help start a train robbery. When you find out he is the famous outlaw, you, wanting fame, decide to become his apprentice. Years of stone cold killing, robbery, and riding across the dust bowls have turned you into the gritty hardened outlaw you are today. However, you come across something that changes everything.

9. Tenoch, A lone cowboy, is dying when he stumbles upon a ghost town. He decides to camp there for the night. Unfortunately, there's a reason the town's abandoned. He’s approached by two people. Both are working together to save the world from something. Offering the mortal a chance at a new life and redemption, they become a pair of pistols, A worn and rusted one named justice, and a beautiful one named Vengeance.

10. I smelled smoke. I heard a symphony. I felt a dust storm against my face, I tasted a very sour lemon in my mouth. But all I saw was the white wall in my living room. All I heard was the tapping of my typewriter. I haven't left my house in months, but some part of me is on an epic adventure. ‘"Are you flirting or trying to start a fight?" The Outlaw asked The Marshal.’ is the most recent line of my manuscript. It’s late, so I’ll leave it for tonight. The next morning, the main characters of the Outlaw and the Marshal have leapt from the page and are now standing in my home - flesh and blood like any other humans. I look outside for the first time in weeks and the world has become the Wild West. Oh no. My new novel is coming to life, in more ways than one.

11. Folklore/Mythology AU: It’s the 1930’s, and you work on your family’s farm. Your elder brothers have left home to find work to support the family, but you haven’t heard from them lately. You’re unknowing that a major dust bowl is coming to annihilate all of your crops. Suddenly, a mysterious man comes up to your front porch, and warns you of what's about to happen. He can save you, bring you rain or water, but you must prove yourself worthy and sacrifice in return for his salvation.

12. You and your family are trapped in vour house during a vicious dust storm and you're fairly certain there's something else lurking out there amidst the churning grey sand. Something old and powerful. Or someone. Amidst the chaotic dust storm ravaging the Earth, you rush to save your sister - but as you reach for her, she's pulled into a vortex. You have to follow her, so you emerge with her, leaving behind your parents and finding yourselves in a world far unlike the normal. Its whispered name resounds... Talokan.

13. One day some strange spores were discovered in the soil after a particularly bad dust storm. These spores don't affect humans at all, but anything else starts to experience changes, changes seemingly designed specifically to cause as much damage to human civilization as possible. It’s up to you to find out who or what caused these spores to grow, before the damage becomes irreparable. You weren’t expecting your investigation to lead you to being kidnapped by blue people and held captive in a hidden underwater kingdom called Talokan. Their king has declared war on the surface world and implemented silent warfare. Humans will never know what killed them. They’ll blame anything or anyone and turn against each other in their panicked desperation for survival, but none of it will matter. But you know too much and must be kept silent. No human has been smart enough to find Talokan before. Maybe you’re more useful to Namor alive than dead.

14. You're an American outlaw in the Wild West. You've just arrived at another town, after having been chased out of the last one by bounty hunters. You hide your face, you're well-known after all. Entering the saloon, you sit down. A man quickly offers to buy you a drink. Suspicious. You nod. One drink becomes another and you ended up in bed with the stranger. In a dingy motel room, he was yours for the night. But he was gone by sunrise, before you woke up. Months later, after being taken away from your gang in a failed ambush attempt, you spend years of your life in captivity. Your gang forgets you. You find a way to escape to Mexico and return to your gang’s old hideout there. You appear but rifles are pointed to you, only one face seems familiar: The man who shared a drink with you in the saloon. His name is Tenoch and looks like he’s stepped up as leader in your absence. Did he set you up? Maybe, maybe not.

15. Tenoch is an outlaw in the 1800's and kills a man who attempted to rob him on the road. When he loots him, he finds a wedding ring, along with a note that reads, "In the event of my death, the man that kills me must become the new husband of my wife. Good luck." When most people get married, they get a whole new family of inlaws. It turns out you, on the other hand, have just married into a family of outlaws when your new husband shows up and kidnaps you.

16. Tenoch is smug like, “Looks like the bounty hunter has become the captive,” when he kidnaps you. But he’d immediately shoot his own guys if they stepped too far out of line because no one messes with you or disrespects him. That’s why he’s so scary and intimidating. His own men may not mean much to him unless it’s his right hand guy. Lots of his men could be expendable. No liabilities, no loose ends. While you’re his captive, he has to keep close watch to make sure you don’t try to escape or do anything foolish. This means instances of you, naked and in the river, with Tenoch sitting on a rock nearby.

You: Are you always this much of a gentleman with the women you meet? watching their every move and stripping them of their dignity while they try to clean themselves?

Tenoch: You are hardly a woman for breaking and entering with the intent of either arresting or killing me.

You: And you are hardly a man for holding a woman's clothes hostage.

Tenoch: The only hostage is me by being in your presence.

You: You can leave me be and free yourself from this torment if my presence vexes you this badly.

Tenoch, laughing: And deprive myself of getting under your skin? i'll take my chances, princesa.

17. Tenoch is an outlaw with a ruthless reputation. The one person he cherishes more than anything in this world, his little sister, writes a heart felt letter to him in an attempt to break through to him, forgive him for his past sins and have him come home.

18. Secret of Shadow Ranch inspired: In March of 1883, Tenoch fell in love with the sheriff’s beautiful daughter. He would bring her back souvenirs from his adventures and correspond through letters. Even though he was an outlaw and a bank robber, the sheriff’s daughter grew to love him just as deeply. Tenoch assured her that he never used his gun on anyone and stole only from rich people who didn't deserve the money- even though he reportedly robbed a train that was intended to pay miners. In September of 1883, he hid a very special treasure he was hoping to give to the sheriff’s daughter, but before he could, he was arrested by the sheriff himself. Tenoch sent the sheriff’s daughter a letter, assuring her he’d be out soon and they’d be together, not knowing it’d be his last. He was sentenced to the gallows nine days later, at noon.

After Tenoch’s death, The sheriff’s daughter stopped speaking to her father. She took her horse and rode away from home in the middle of the night, never to return. She was never seen or heard from again. It’s been decades since that day. "Sheriff, you've gotten old, frail. Tell me, where is my sweetheart?" The former sheriff looked up to see the ghost standing in the doorway of his cabin. A ghost of a man who looked a lot like the outlaw whom he sentenced to death for stealing his daughter’s heart.

19. You’re an outlaw in the mid west, but you aren't a gunslinger. Others make fun of you for always carrying knives in a land where the gun rules. Every time you get challenged to a duel, you bring knives to a gun fight, and you show them why you carry knives. Two weeks ago, the Sheriff sent a posse of 10 gunmen to take in Tenoch, a very dangerous outlaw, preferably dead. Every group sent to capture or kill him has wound up missing or eventually found dead. Today, a lone rider returns. That lone rider is you. You bring back proof of his death, so he’s definitely dead…Or is he?

20. It’s the 19th century. Reader is a former movie actress and stage performer whose horse was formerly used for stunts. You never made it big, but you look back on your acting work fondly. You’re both retired, and the spoiled horse loves you so much that it’ll be very dramatic and play dead if anyone tries to ride it except you. Your horse is also a very deep sleeper, so you’ve had concerned neighbors call you or the cops about the “dead” horse outside.

You hire cowboy! Tenoch to help work your farm because you’re running it all by yourself since you’re widowed/unmarried and childless. You need an extra hand. You were working it with your brother but he just left for whatever reason. Cue reader and cowboy! Tenoch working the land. He chops wood and manages the crops, sometimes shirtless depending on how hot it is, while reader manages the house and livestock. Reader brings him fresh lemonade when they both take a break from the day’s chores. You give him room and board in the house, letting him use your brother’s old room and clothing, whatever he left behind. But uh oh you’re catching feelings for each other, especially when Tenoch forms a bond with your horse and gets it to trust him. When you watch Tenoch ride your horse, you can’t help fanning yourself. Things are getting hot and steamy and it’s not just because of the summer heat.

21. Cowboy Tenoch with a horse that loses its shit every time reader is in the vicinity, and he doesn't know why. Until the horse finally bucks him off one day and goes running to reader. Then he realizes that the horse used to belong to reader but their family sold it. So now they ask to visit his ranch to spend time with the horse. They proceed to spend time together and fall in love.

22. Cowboy!/outlaw! Tenoch brings in a new horse but this horse is like a black sheep and is being super difficult with its temperament. It constantly bucks and thrashes, gears up on its hind legs and throws riders off its back because it doesn’t want any man to ride it. It’s this prized thoroughbred Tenoch and his guys may or may not have stolen so they can’t just get rid of it. But then the men and maybe even Tenoch are scoffing when reader wants to try taming it. “No man can tame this beast.”

“I am no man!” Eowyn moment from reader when, even after she’s expressly forbidden from going near the horse, she disobeys and gets on the horse bare back. The horse immediately whinnies and gallops away. When Tenoch hears the commotion he’s like, “ARE YOU CRAZY??” And gets on another horse to chase after her and the loose cannon horse. But then mid-ride, reader is able to tame the horse and get it to slow down and relax into a nice trot. Tenoch and his guys are flabbergasted as they stop and get off their horses. They throw their hats off and slap their knees in disbelief. “I don’t believe it! I flat out don’t believe it! How did you do that??”

“What this horse needs is a gentler approach, a woman’s touch. Guess it’s my horse now?” Reader is impressed with herself and a little smug. Checkmate to all these men.

23. The oceans have dried up. Humanity, desperate for survival, builds towers to evade the eternal dust storm below, rationing their supplies in the process. This is the start of the first century without rain. What if Talokan was a hidden oasis in the desert? People have heard of Talokan but believe it’s a myth because of how so many people have died trying to find it. They have a general sense of where it is, there have been stories of seeing shadows on the mountains that look too much like humans, but they don't move. They just stare at anything that walks by. Old stories have said the area used to flourish with plants and animals but it’s now barren. There are remnants of old dead trees decaying in the sand.

You’re a bounty hunter with a bit of a reputation and you were hired by your city to capture the so-called leader of Talokan to repay a debt. Or some big bad went missing in your city and you were tasked in bringing them back, but it was rumored they were last seen trying to find refuge in Talokan. It’s a suicide mission but this is your last mission. Without realizing it, you've gotten close enough to the Talokanil borders and you think you found them when you see a figure in the sand, but you're not entirely sure. You're about to pass out from the heat, but you'd be damned if you're this close to getting them.

Little did you know, it was the infamous K'uk'ulkan. So naturally, you shoot at him and miss, but you were so close. You're frustrated and angry at this point and now Namor is trying to figure out who the fuck and why the fuck he's being shot at by a random woman in the middle of a desert and why you're out for his blood, so he comes after you and soon it's a game of cat and mouse. He very much could kill you but he's more amused because goddamn he's never seen a woman so angry and agitated before that he finds it amusing. You pass out and when you wake up, you're bound and he's watching you. It's just a stare-down between the two of you until he throws you over his shoulder and you're either cursing him the entire time or just resigned and decide to annoy him because you know he's not gonna let you go.

24. For centuries, Namor has been testing humans to see who’s worthy to know the secrets of Talokan. The test involves humans going out into the desert alone, with only the clothes on their backs and one item of their choosing. No water, no food. They must endure for three days. If they try to get help from others or turn back before the trial ends, they fail. If they can't resist and give in to any temptation, they fail. Nobody has passed the test except for you and Namor doesn’t know how to deal with it. This has never happened before.

Maybe he doesn’t have powers but there’s still myths and legends that he can fly or that he’s an old being. It’s just folklore. No one who has tried to capture the King has survived but before you eventually fall in love and elope with him, there are urban legends that you’re the only one who ever got close enough to catch him. When you elope with him, people think you disappeared or were killed by him but there are people who say they’ve spotted him riding a horse with a woman behind him. No one really knows what happened to you. They think it could be you or your ghost.

[silkendandelion]

The Real Thing (original version)

A Fears to Fathom: Ironbark Lookout drabble, related to My Own, Distant Home

We reached 100 hits on My Own, Distant Home while I wasn't looking, that's so exciting! Thank you all for your support, and have this as a gift. I'm working on another long fic for Ironbark, a proper sequel to this one, so this should line up as a teaser. Something soft and sweet, with just enough dread

UPDATE: This is the original version. A new, longer version is posted to the masterlist and ao3, which is considered the canon version in this AU.

Jack Nelson x Connor Hawkins Words: 1.3k Genre: Fluff (too sweet maybe), horror elements

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Tall, bright green trees lined the winding blacktop road, obscuring the path around the upcoming curves, but not able to block out the sun on such a clear, summer day. The RV navigated the road with ease at the hands of it’s owner and operator, most recently passing a green interstate sign, “You are now leaving Idaho”, and the doubly large sign after it where a cowboy on his horse declared “Welcome to Wyoming: Forever West.”

“I think you were more excited to get your CD collection back than your truck,” said Jack, as Connor flipped happily through his shoe-box of albums, the edges worn down to the cardboard where it had been slid out and back under the bench seat over and over for years.

“The joy is split, for sure. I let the kids keep all the Journey and Alice Cooper. They were vocal about wanting those.”

Jack took his eyes off the road long enough to smile at him, admire the childish joy on his face as he hunched over the box, thumbing over the track lists like he was a teenager again, in a music store for the first time. Behind their RV, they towed along said truck, a 2000 Toyota Tacoma in what Connor affectionately called “Stacy’s favorite green”, bought brand new for cash the year he left the army. The truck he only drove for a few months before he became a fire lookout at Ironbark, and since then had been driven almost exclusively by Stacy: Connor’s older sister, another deceptively charming blonde with two children under 10 and no one to rely on besides her brother.

“That was an incredible thing you did, Connor,” Jack said seriously. “To buy Stacy a car in exchange for getting the truck back. When it was yours to begin with, and she wasn’t going to fight you on wanting to keep it with us.”

“Nah.” He shooed away Jack’s admiration, flipping over the CD in his hand. “I wasn’t gonna leave her with nothing. And it wasn’t like I got her a Mercedes, just a little something for her to get back and forth to work and the kids to school. I should be thanking you, actually, you’re the one who looked over the engine and told the guy to change the oxygen sensors before we would pay for it.”

Jack offered a shrug, managing a shy smile when Connor reached over to nudge his cheek, unable to kiss him with his seat-belt on.

“What kind of albums do you have, Jack? I think we’ve listened to nothing but the radio since we left Washington.”

“I like the radio. It’s got NPR, weather, rock, every—THING! Connor, no.” He yelled (squeaked) in alarm when Connor began rummaging through the glove compartment, looking for evidence to the contrary. Curse the RV for being so wide, he risked swerving if he reached far enough to slam the lid closed. Meanwhile, smiling and completely unbothered, Connor continued to snoop.

“What do we have here? Oh, Jack. Jackie, baby, what are these?” He grinned in triumph to hold up a handful of CDs: his partner’s most private feelings in rhythm and prose. “Is this what you listened to before you picked me up? Toto, Tracy Chapman, Annie Lennox, BOBBY Caldwell—Jackie? Blue-eyed soul?”

Jack’s face was red enough to pass for a farmer’s market tomato, hands tight on the steering wheel. If Connor squinted, he might see steam rising from his collar beneath the tight line of his lips. “Don’t make fun of me, Connor, please.”

“I would never, Jack,” he replied earnestly, all whiskey and warmth as he popped open one of the cases and began to decipher the RV’s stereo system. Static seemed to be the most common channel in their current neck of the woods, among a brief news transmission: ‘—ark state park in Washington, where the body count is up to 9—’, lost to both their ears with Connor’s searching for the right button.

With a slip of the disc in the slot, a sensual piano filled the cabin, only worsening Jack’s embarrassment when a sultry saxophone joined the singer, the iconic croon of a soulful ballad. He burned, resisting the urge to enjoy himself, and chanced a quick look at Connor.

To the tune of his fluttering heart, he only found him smiling, no longer looking through his box or reading the billboards. Smiling at him, all warm brown eyes as he began to sing along, as if to say that between them, everything was sacred because nothing could be wrong.

“I want the real thing, or nothing at all. I need someone that I can be sure will catch me if I should fall. Someone who’ll be there when I call, then I’ll know that it’s the real thing.”

“How… do you know all the words?” Jack mumbled, and Connor cut off his amateur singing.

“Why do you think?” He reached across the console to touch his hand where it loosened it’s grip on the wheel. “You never have to be embarrassed, Jack, not with me.”

Easy for him to say, when he’s the one playing with both the tempo of the poor man’s heart and the temperature in the room. They came to a stop under a light, and Jack busied his hands tapping his thumb on the wheel until he heard Connor’s seat-belt click, saw him rise to walk towards the back of the RV.

“Where are you going?” As long as he was out of sight, he would miss him.

“Use your imagination, Jack, I can’t exactly wander far. Although, I suggest you find a place to park soon, or you might miss the good part.”

“The wh—” He kept his foot on the brake, turning away from the red light to look for him, only to bite down on his words as Connor slowly slipped his belt free, let it fall to the rug with a quiet thump. Next came his shirt, pulled off by the hand on the back of his collar. Among the slow reveal of his toned back, the moles on his spine, the song urged Jack onward, a different one, something about “Come to me” and “Let me love you, honey”.

“The light’s green, Jack.” Connor smirked at him, tossing his shirt in the vague direction of the driver’s seat.

He snapped his eyes back to the road, pressing the gas a little too hard and hearing Connor’s laugh drift up from where he grabbed the kitchen counter to steady himself. If Jack didn’t find a place to park in the next 3 miles, he vowed, he would pull them onto the damn shoulder and hope this road was as rarely traveled as the map had suggested.

From the bedroom, a quiet moan piqued his hot ears, among the sound of what might have been his name if the CD player wasn’t still going in the speaker beside his feet.

Shit. All right, 1 mile.

By the grace of somebody, otherworldly or other, the parking lot to a campsite appeared on his right, empty too, all thanks to the heat advisory that was meant to last for the rest of the week. Jack was probably the only person in the county grateful for it, if only because it meant leaving the key in the ignition to keep the AC running left the music on too.

They deserved their break.

Neither of them knew the winter was going to be a hard one. That before the end of the year, they would be in danger again. Better to grab some comfort while they can, hold each other close, before the leviathan resident of those Ironbark woods extends itself from the trees and begins to seek out the only survivors who know it’s name.

They couldn’t know it was already awake.

[formulanni]

Lestappen cowboys go brrrr

[anibanannie]

silly

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

I have the sudden image of Izuku in the Snipe’s Little Cowgirl AU out on cousin Micheal’s farm. It’s after she’s come out as a girl and they’re in Canada for the family gathering that happens every two years. She’s wearing a pair of jeans that Snipe embroidered with little flowers cause he learned how to stitch from Big Mama who is big on that sort of thing. Her shirt is a cotton one she stole from Snipe earlier that day cause it has a cartoon cow on it and it’s cute.

They’re in the truck heading out with cousin Brandon, Big Mama, cousin Candice and Cousin Annie. Annie’s driving and the radio is playing country blasting away. Big Mama is in the cab of the truck while Snipe, Candice and the kids are in the bed of it, holding onto the sides with a big old golden retriever along side them. Snipe’s unmasked and he’s drinking a beer from Candice’s brewery that she made special for him. Snipe’s Shot it’s called. The kids are drinking fancy sodas that Candice made to. Candice is smoking as she cracks open the rear view window to listen to the music playing.

They’re heading out to the shooting range they set up on the property. Mostly cans and some targets. Sometimes they’ll go out and shoot gophers to, keep the holes down so the cows don’t trip. They’re the ones usually going out. Cousin Micheal doesn’t like guns after his daddy threatened him a few times with one. Cousin Jeff is a bit to young. The Gems are busy, while Cousin Steven is busy to. Cousin Mabel’s in town but she’s out harassing some idiot who decided to comment about the fact Snipe’s dating Mandalay back in Japan.

They get to the range and it’s one of the first times Izuku gets to shoot her own gun without support from Snipe. She lines it up nice and easy, the cowboy hat she stole from him on her head. She takes aim and BANG!

“Bullseye!” Cheers Big Mama, the woman laughing. “You’re gonna be as good as your pa, sugar!”

Snipe laughs and ruffles Izuku’s hair. It’s not long enough to be put into pigtails yet but it’s floppy and soft.

“Course she is! She’s my kid!”

Izuku beams up at them, a missing tooth in her smile.

It’s the best.

[bobfloydsbabe]

I've been listening to a lot of Dolly Parton lately so I've got two song fic titles for you: "Lonely Comin' Down" and "Cowgirl and The Dandy" whichever speaks to you more babe!

I hope your holiday was lovely and treated you well 🌸

Annie, my love, it's been a minute. It was nice to get away for a while, but I'm happy to be back. Lonely Comin' Down is a perfect song (and title) for the Outlaw!Rhett and Bartender!Lou AU my wonderful friend @joaquinwhorres put into my head a while ago. I'll share the little bit I've written for that.

“Abbott,” her smooth voice says without taking her eyes off the shot glasses she’s currently pouring tequila into.

He chuckles and slides onto an empty stool, folding his hands on the counter. His eyes follow her as she hands off the shots to two girls with ruddy cheeks and barely contained giggles.

He watches Lou add the shots to their tap in the system. She hasn’t changed much. Her hair is shorter than he remembers, and the cut she had near her elbow when he was last in town is just a faded white scar now.

“You’re a wanted man,” she says, placing a bottle in front of him on an off-white cocktail napkin.

“Always am,” he tells her with a half smile. “Ladies can’t get enough of me.”

She snorts, shaking her head, but he offers her a wink when her gaze meets his. “You’re a fugitive.”

He shrugs and sips from the beer bottle. The cold liquor glides down his throat, the familiar taste something akin to coming home. He knows this place, this beer, this girl like the back of his hand.

“I wish you weren’t so nonchalant about this,” she says, wringing the towel in her hands. Her fingers are long and slender, blue polish peeling off her nails, and that silver monogram ring, LK, she’s always worn on her index finger. The same as always.

“You worried about me, darlin’?”

She tosses the dish towel on the bar disk, leaning back against the counter behind her. “Luke Tillerson is the sheriff now,” she says, folding her arms across her chest and her jaw clenches. “He’s out for blood.”

Shaking his head, he takes another long draw from the bottle. He’s stalling, doesn’t want the girl who keeps him coming back that he’s worried.

“He’s always been out for blood,” he says finally, placing the bottle back on the napkin.

“But now he has authority,” Lou says with not a hint of mirth in those deep brown eyes. “He could lock you up on sight.”

Rhett shrugs. “What’s life without a little danger?”

She rolls her eyes at him, but he swears the corners of her mouth turn up as she walks to the opposite end of the bar to serve another patron.

Her ass still looks good in those jeans.

Rhett takes a long draw of his beer, taking in the sounds in the bar. A man coughs from years of smoking a pack a day. A group of young girls laugh and dare each other to go talk to a handsome cowboy. Could be him, could be Jimmy, who always sits in his booth alone, watching everyone come and go. Either way, they’ll be disappointed. Jimmy swings for the opposite team and Rhett only has eyes for the bartender.

“You enjoy your evening,” he hears Lou’s cheerful voice tell the patrons she’s just served. An out-of-town couple, Rhett thinks.

She takes a few steps back up the expanse of the bar, but something catches her eye. She moves a few bottles of cheap liquor to the side, revealing her phone hidden behind them. The screen shines with what he assumes is a new text.

Something akin to a bell jiggles nearby, bringing his attention away from Lou. He looks down toward the sound, finding a flurry of black and white fur coming towards him. Denver. He smiles to himself when the dog sits down at his side and lowers his head just slightly. He’s asking for pets, and Rhett complies.

“You taking good care of your Mama?”

Denver wags his tail, happily accepting the scratches to his head. “Yeah?”

“Abbott,” Lou calls as she’s walking back towards him, phone in hand. There’s a wild look in her eyes that he can’t quite place, but the free hand running through her hair is a telltale sign of anxiety.

“You have to go,” she says, grabbing his half-finished beer from the counter. “Tillerson knows you’re in town and he’s on his way here.”

“How the hell does he know that?”

Lou shrugs. “I don’t know,” she says, ushering him around the bar. “But Carrie Taylor overheard him talking about it and gave me a head’s up.”

Standing behind the counter in Lou’s bar isn’t entirely new to him. He still remembers when she was still renovating and had convinced him to help bring the wooden countertop inside. It was the first time he kissed her, right before he left town.

Standing here now, he sees the specks of gold in her rich brown eyes, and her lashes fanning across her cheeks. He leans down, ghosting his mouth over her lips, and she sucks in a breath like a promise. 

Denver gives off a warning bark.

“Down, cowboy,” Lou whispers, pointing down at the sticky floor and Rhett raises a brow.

“Down there?”

“That or be arrested,” she says, pulling back the curtain, revealing the kegs of beer, a bucket of wet rags, and a crate of empty bottles. Otherwise it’s empty, but there’s still hardly any space for him to squeeze into. Rhett’s a lean guy, but he’s tall and his shoulders are broad, so one of them is definitely going to poke out. “Your choice,” she says, as if he has other options.

“Fine,” Rhett grumbles and sinks down on his knees, the denim of his jeans sticking to the floor. It was under very different, and much more pleasurable, circumstances he was last on his knees in front of Lou.

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[spiteless-xo]

HELLO 5, 10, and 28 for the ask thing plz 💕

hellooooo 💗💗 ty for asking!!

5. What is your most underrated set of headcanons?

jean being a rich, nepo-baby finance bro in au fics lmao i honestly can't see him in any other profession. i see him mostly written as a cowboy or a mechanic and that's totally fine but like.... to me, he's a finance bro. you cannot look at that man with a mullet and tell me that he's NOT going golfing on the weekend with his bros. talking about stocks and smoking cigars. taking girls out on his (daddy's) boat in the summertime. a designer watch collection in his closet. honestly jean just SCREAMS rich boy to me. either really leaning into his richboy-ness and being a stuck up asshole or fighting against it and "slumming it" with us commoners and pretending like he hasn't gotten everything in life handed to him on a silver platter.

10. What is your writing schedule like?

i try to write every day but lately i've been having writers block so i've just been opening up google docs and staring at the screen lol rereading stuff that i've already written, making notes to myself about stuff i wanna add/change..... but not a whole lot of actual writing.

28. What character(s) do you think you most resemble?

physically i think i most resemble mikasa or ymir (short dark hair, darker skin, half-asian) personality-wise i think i most resemble annie or ymir irl but i think online i act more like sasha

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