#Lawless fan fic

[cosmicstarlatte]

Trip to Waffle House (Obey Me!)

━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ You take the brothers to Waffle House for some breakfast. You pull up and there's already gunshots ringing through the lot. "It's ok, c'mon c'mon...ignore the cook punching that customer."

»Characters: Demon bros + Dateables »Tags: Shitpost/Humor, Bulleted Style fic, Gender Neutral, Regret

Lucifer:

Refuses to order anything

"This is not a dining establishment."

Thinks this makes the Devildom look like the Celestial Realm

He now understands why you're built strong

"Where's the manager? He's dead?"

ENOUGH

Got fed up and stopped the chaos

For once there was a little bit of peace in a waffle house if only for a few minutes

Mammon:

"Aw fuck yeah cheap food!"

Is unbothered by the chaos, ignores it.

Until he gets hit with food

Starts a brawl with the other patrons

Ended up going viral online

Levi:

"In Ruri we trust" He prays

Was anxious the entire time

Made sure to sit between Lucifer and Beel for safety

Thought the food was good but

Please don't ever make him go there again

Satan:

Found it entertaining

"Waffle House Weather Index? Fascinating!"

"Is that a cat giving birth in the corner?"

Thought food was okay

Still a fan though and would like to come back again with you

Also loves that Lucifer hates it

Asmo:

Took some convincing to get him to step foot inside but the gunshots helped

Didn't bother to eat either

He swears he saw something move on Mammon's plate

"This is so not going on Devilgram."

Never again

Beel:

"Mm..mmph!!!"

Was excited to try something new

Dinner and a show!

Took over for the cook so they could go on break

No complaints, he would come back again

Enjoyed it the most out of everyone

Belphie:

"This...this is great."

Enjoyed the chaos, found it hilarious

Could comfortably nap to everyone's screaming, it was comforting

Lucifer hates it and Beel loves it so what's not to love?

Food was ok

Would come back again

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You guys went on a trip to the human world and Dia wanted to stop somewhere for breakfast. He liked the name Waffle House and decided to stop there. You tried to dissuade him but he refused. Even pulling up and hearing gunshots he wasn't deterred. Barbatos couldn't stop him.

Barbatos:

Slammed a glock on the table as soon as they sat

Politely declined to eat

Found the place interesting by how unregulated it was but he wouldn't come back again

Diavolo:

Was a little disappointed it actually wasn't made to look like a house of waffles

Fascinated by the vibe though

"Do you fight to the death here?"

"I see."

Orders waffles of course

Thinks they're just okay

Yeah he doesn't want to come back again

Simeon:

Sweats

Says a prayer in the car

Blacks out once inside

Would rather turn into a demon than step foot in there again

Luke:

Gets tossed around

Poor Simeon blacked out and couldn't help

"Is that blood on the wall!?"

"Why is the soda salty?"

Needed therapy for a while

Solomon:

"Aw yiss mf waffle house"

unbothered king

Thinks its the best place in the world

It's a lawless land after all

Would take someone on a date there

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[sugaredrhubarb]

Reading with Ru: Aug/Sept Fic Recs

I know I'm certainly in need of some positivity and escapism lately, so I'm gonna try to do semi-regular fic and book recs! Starting with a retroactive what I've been reading from the past couple of months with this account! (I might go back in time and make an all-time rec list later)

COD

starting with cod because i know most of you go here

Sergeant Squeaks by @charliemwrites - (series of one-shots ghost x reader and price x reader separately) both one of my favourite reader characters and my favourite canon setting depictions of Ghost and Price. their own weird brands of showing love are wonderful; the tension leading to getting together is fantastic, and the sex is super enjoyable.

Ghost Stories by @kneelingshadowsalome - (ghost x medic!reader) I'm repeating myself, but I love Salome's writing. This is where I was first introduced to it, and I think it's really special. Ghost POV as he struggles with developing and then accepting love. felt so real and grounded. angsty and then fluffy, and you can't help but adore the reader as well.

saltwater by @ceilidho - (ghost x reader) It's pretty unlikely any of you don't know Ceil, but on the off chance you haven't given this one a read yet, it really is a must. I lump praise on her pretty regularly, but I don't know anyone who is able to portray their character's emotions as intimately as Ceil. her ghost feels really grounded in all his complexity. there is a common theme in these recs of really enjoyable reader characters, and this is not an exception; the reader feels like a full but still ambiguous character who is vulnerable and strong and really great.

don't leave me locked in your heart by @ohbo-ohno - (ghoap x reader dark!) we all know bo, we all love bo. I always love the way she depicts ghost and soap's dynamic changing and evolving to include the reader. the descent into dark territory in this is really really fun. It's also just hot and well-written! if you haven't read it before, go read it, and then go read all of bo's drabbles and asks on here. genuinely one of my favourite dark but still fun writers. I think she balances it really well.

body electric by @yeyinde and Afterburn by @sprout-fics - (141 + Los Vaqueros x reader) a classic. I've returned to these so many times. sometimes you just want to read dirty, filthy, well done, smut and then warm cozy aftercare. not to wax poetic about pure sex (except that's exactly what one should do), but I think it can be really hard to write group sex like this and still have such insightful and individual glimpses into each character and dynamic, and Lev does it wonderfully. and then it's also hard to find good aftercare fic, and Sprout's feels like literal aftercare for both the reader character and the reader.

other fandoms

tried to curate to themes i think overlap in some of the cod works! and I think most of these can be read fandom blind.

i revisited @winterrose527's fic in August, and even though she already knows how much I love her work, I won't skip a chance to repeat it. Anna writes for asoiaf and is pretty much the queen of Robb Stark/Myrcella Baratheon, but I would say the modern AUs (my favs) can be read almost completely fandom blind. Any contemporary romance enjoyer would love her work. I'm really partial to her kid/single-parent fics. I think it's so hard to get right, and I always adore reading her kid characters and how she approaches love stories when kids are involved. anna's works are always brimming with love and incredible platonic, familiar, parent-child, and romantic relationships (if kid fic isn't your thing she also has a ton of other great fics). personal favs: We Could Be a Little Something, And There They Are, All the Same

Lawless by @goldcranes - (arthur morgan x ofc) age difference, cowboy love story, essentially a romance novel. if goldcranes has no fans, I'm dead. I encourage you to explore her work; very few people write as strongly across multiple fandoms as she does, and each of her works feels like a really strong love story with special characters.

The Odyssey by @sunlightmurdock - (bradley bradshaw x reader) 1980's roman literature prof x virgin student - no need to know top gun. katie's work is another entry in the 'feels like it stands really strongly separately from the source material' category. she has multiple ongoing AU's that I really love, but this one is a favourite. i think she does complex characters really well - their actions always feel intentional, and as flawed as they are, I always love them.

Wouldn't it be Nice by allyoops - (m/f captive A/B/O) if you aren't reading original works smut on ao3 you are missing out and allyoops is a great place to start for noncon, dubcon, age gap, taboo etc. enjoyers. they have a ton of works; usually one shots with lots of really delicious dynamics and different settings and tropes.

An Intoxicating Presence by FormerlyIR - (mob a/b/o haladriel) MOB. A/B/O. HALADRIEL. picks up with Halbrand in prison thanks to undercover FBI agent (and his mate!) Galadriel. does that sound crazy and awesome? well it is. mix it with Gal's internal struggle, the added complication of omegaverse, and overall great writing. really fun and really damn good.

civitas terrena by banalityofweevil - (darklina) angel Alina on an exploration of love in immortality with fallen angel Aleks. honestly, it's just a must-read for enjoyers of writing. incredibly creative with divine (literally and figuratively) imagery. i think one of my comments was on the precision of lulu's diction and I really stand by that.

tinsel into gold by ribbonedhare - (darklina) ddlg and cnc friends, this changed me. it is so warm and soft and my god, is it good. just scrumptious.

Be My Babydoll by KittyDruthers - (darklina) ddlg dollification need I say more

check the reading with ru tag for more!

[itspyon]

Im being told so many different things regarding nsfw fics all i know is i panicked and downloaded all my bookmarks and For Later items and put them on a dream usb slap bracelet

- "lawless land" anon

it'll probably be up to each author but here's the transcript:

[ talking about how meeting fans in real life, and stopping being chronically online, made him perceive parasocial behavior differently, and how his relaxed boundaries may have encouraged obsessive behavior ] "i do not support any sexually explicit art of me or my friends. it never bothered me personally that much cause i don't really care about anything [ as in, things that get posted about him by his fans ], but it is just weird. especially if you're a minor and you're drawing anything like that, that's gross. i don't support anything inappropriate from minors at all; art, tiktoks, comments, anything, it's gross"

[da-rulah]

3 Random Facts About Yourself

Thank you for the tag @portaltothevoid! I had no idea where to start with this... 🤣

I've been writing fan fiction for the last 13 years. 13 years. Since I was 14. And i started on the absolutely LAWLESS FanFiction.net, writing My Chemical Romance fics. Yes, they are still up. No, I will not share my account. You will NEVER find me.

I was taught to play guitar by one of my lecturers at my college called Cliff Moore. Cliff Moore had a brother called Gary Moore. Gary Moore was the guitarist in Thin Lizzy (The Boys are Back in Town is one of theirs!). Tobias chose the stage name Mary Goore after Gary Moore. This is my only claim to any kind of fame...

I used to be a ballet dancer, and I have a VHS tape of little Bee dancing an 'olympics themed' ballet routine to The Final Countdown by Europe. Yes, I'm serious.

Alrighty, tagging some people if they wanna do this too... @her-satanic-wiles, @angellayercake, @delulluart, @writingjourney, @tasty-ribz

[duchess-of-mandalore]

In 2013, Dave Filoni revealed that Satine's story originally looked very different from the Lawless arc. Details were sparse but fans learned that the Duchess wore beskar, took the title of Mand'alor, and had to ally with Death Watch to defeat a greater enemy. When George Lucas decided instead to bring Darth Maul back, Satine's original final arc was scrapped.

This is that story.

This fic has been a long time coming and posting the first chapter is the scariest thing I’ve ever done, but I invite you along on this ride!

Thanks to @the-obiwan-for-me for putting up with me telling you about my plan for this for two years, and all my love to the Obitine Discord server for support and encouragement.

@weekofobitine

[holybibly]

Hey, how are you feeling? I hope you're better after the other day. I've been writing fics for 10 years, so I wanted to say that building a blog/community is very hard and can often lead to burn out, so take care of yourself. I once deleted my blog one day out of the blue because of this, and lost a lot of friends (and fics). So, I'd say, just don't listen to people asking for more, humans are little greedy gremlins and they'll never stop asking (I meant, UNLESS you really want to write a sequel). About AUs... it's difficult because sometimes fics are like a lawless land where everything's fair, but it's nice when they at least credit that they're actually writing a version of your AU. Just, don't give up, do your thing and focus on those fans that are actually appreciative of what you do! You're doing two very soul consuming things, creating and interacting with people, but in the end it'll be worth it! Don't answer if you don't want, just wanted to cheer you up and show some appreciation and understanding of your situation. Lots of love.

Hello dear, yes I am feeling much better and back to my normal self. I do understand your point, in fact the thought of deleting the blog did cross my mind but that was just a moment of weakness. The main thing is that I don't like to feel under pressure. I'm a gentle but rather feisty person. I guess that is just my Aries nature 🤷🏻‍♀️ Sweet but devilish - that is what I am all about.

Now that I have recovered, I have done all my business and I am ready to corrupt and spoil my bunnies even more than before. Every time you read my work, I want you to say: Damn it, I didn't think it could get any hotter than this.

I want to be your favourite forever.

I have big plans for April. I'm full of new ideas and ready to create and, of course, flirt shamelessly with my bunnies.

Thanks so much for taking care of me bunny, I really appreciate it. I love taking care of you and showing you my love. I love driving you crazy and making you squirm, but sometimes I want the bunnies to take care of me, so let's treat each other with great tenderness.

My love to you, my darlings.

[dayurno]

merry christmas user dayurno!! i have some. bad news about my slice of life kerejean fic in that it is currently 400k+ words of silliness and i did not plan on ever sharing it bc it’s my little sandbox and i did not think anyone would ever be interested. but for u i will share some little fun facts about it.

jeremy does not realize for several weeks that they’re like. courting him. even though he’s literally falling in love with them and how they love each other. kevjean are idiots and think they’re being super clear but jeremy is losing his mind. he’s a 23 year old being taken on dates by successful rich kevjean like sweating and thinking they don’t want to be more than friends with benefits with him. they are as obsessed with him as he is of them and are freaks who are already planning to bring him home to wymack. it’s all silly really.

on the kevjean side, they’ve been together on and off since 13 and are now 28. kevin got out of the nest at 14 bc Riko broke his hand early but he refused to lose contact with jean (he meets neil again earlier and neil helps him grow braver :3). they get jean out of the nest when he’s 20. the Moriyama’s are uh. Disenfranchised shortly after and their lives are their own. jean is a successful artist/consultant and kevin cannot play exy due to his hand being hurt again. he makes it work by participating in the Exy world and has mostly come to terms with it. they are madly in love and know everything about each other, and other than their constant bickering, are practically One Codependent Unit when they’re in the same country bc if they CAN be side by side they will not be spotted alone. jean cooks and kevin makes them drinks and they fight over who pays for expensive dinners or has to tell their friends they will NOT be attending whatever event bc they don’t want to leave the house. and this is so long i APOLOGIZE the world is vast and silly and this only scratches the surface. there was no need for this tangent. but yes…… domestic kevjean inviting in oblivious jeremy knox…. very special to me indeed

ANIONFVNNNNNNNNN ive been waiting for me to be less busy with holidays and such to write an answer and aiaiiaii I think i hauve covid.... i understand the idea of a fic you write for yourself in your little sandbox but if you ever feel like sharing this know i'd go INSANE for it okay. i'd LOVE it i'd start barking in your comment sections i'd really make a fool of myself so consider it!!!! at least a little bit!!!! please and thank you

TOGETHER SINCE THEY WERE 13........... i'm losing my mind i fucking. adore domestic kevjean and i absolutely adore adore adore the idea of them being on and off since they were so young, literally womb to tomb sweethearts, life partners in every way......... I'M SICK I'M ILL I REALLY AM the idea of them having their house and their friends who invite them to dinner parties and their favorite restaurants and their- (passes out). they're really 'our songs, ours films, united we stand / our country, guess it was a lawless land / quiet my fears with the touch of your hand' but like. happy version. SORRY THIS IS REALLY MAKING ME DELIRIOUS..... save me domestic kevjean save me save me teenage dream turned reality kevjean

AND THEN THE TROPE INVERSION OF JEREMY BEING THE ONE INVITED INTO THEIR RELATIONSHIP...... and i well (hides behind hand fan) i am known to have enjoyed a little age gap in my time.... jeremy's milfs..... being courted by this rich famous couple and not knowing where to stand... LIVING THE Y/N LIFE. anon. grabs your little cheeks. you have to post this okay. you have to revolutionize how kerejean is done so i can follow in your footsteps. okay? please

[imadethisblogtoaskaboutspnmpreg]

what is spm mpreg

My friend. My buddy. My pal. My sweetheart.

What is spn mpreg?

I am so glad you asked!

The answer awaits you... right under the cut 😘

Way back when, when the land was lawless and tumblr was a hopeful place, there was a show called

✨Supernatural✨

This show was beloved by many on the still budding hellsite and beyond! It was the show du jur, the universal blorbo. It was the hottest thing and everybody watched it! Nowadays, you will find but ruins of its former glory but I was there, Anon. I saw it with my own two eyes.

The show itself was about two brothers, Sam and Dean, held together by bonds of trauma formed through shared hardship, who would go on adventures and defeat evils for the good of humanity. Until...

Dean, beloved older brother and sweetheart of many on the internet, perished. The circumstances are irrelevant but oh, was it tragic. Fangirls wept across the planet as one and nobody knew what was going to happen.

But, oh! A sudden change in direction! All of a sudden, Dean was being pulled up by an angelic hand, resurrected like Jesus before him! An impact so strong, so intense it left a permanent mark on his body which the writers never forgot about, ever! Dean Winchester was reborn and all rejoiced for it was Right.

But whoever was the mysterious being that had gripped him tight and raised him from perdition? It didn't take long for the show to explore this and oh my, did it get explored! The answer, of course, was Castiel, and angel of the lord who would henceforth devote himself to Dean and only Dean.

Thus, Destiel was born.

On another platform though, the well respected and important LiveJournal, there were Things abrewing. One of the many things prevalent in the Supernatural (or SPN for short) fandom was the RPF.

As you may know, or you might not, RPF stands for Real Person Fiction, it is similar to the traditional fanfiction but with "characters" who are not characters at all but based on human beings. Despite this, it occasionally features fantastical elements, AUs and other such things.

One user on what we used to call a "kink meme", a place for fans to inspire each other by pawning off ideas, suggested a very particular such RPF. The result took elements from existing tropes such as the heat fic, a longstanding gift from the house of Star Trek, as well as (alleged) wolf behaviour as described in one singular study.

The unholy concoction we were gifted that day is now known as Omegaverse or ABO. Within this trope, there are additional axes to the gender spectrum - but not in a fun, non-binary way! Rather, all humans will fall strictly into one of three categories: Alpha, Beta and Omega.

Alphas are strong and dominant. They can impregnate people regardless of agab and go into ruts. They also have a 💦knot💦 that will fix their penis in a hole after they come.

Omegas are weaker, more pliant. They can become pregnant, once again regardless of agab, and go into 🥵heats🥵 at certain intervals. An omega's heat is what causes an Alpha's rut.

And Betas... well, they're normies, basically. You're a beta 🤷‍♂️

The most common form of ABO fanfic tends to involve the desired characters being an Alpha and an Omega, the Omega going into heat and the Alpha... helping them with it, if you know what I mean 😏

Since the trope makes it so cismale characters can get pregnant (ABO predates the rise of commonly accepted trans headcanons) the community has, of course, attracted many breeding kinksters such as myself. I've seen surprisingly few Omegaverse kidfics tho which is a pleasant thing for me considering I hate kidfics.

And since ABO originated in the SPN fandom (more or less) it is quite popular within it. And before I get a billion asks: yes, there are many other ways to achieve mpreg (male pregnancy) in your blorbos such as oviposition or simply making the character in question trans, but since ABO is the most common Watsonian cause of specifically spn mpreg, I figured I'd focus my reply on that.

Anyway, it's late and I'm getting tired but I still wanna post this before going to bed because my dear Anon, you have yearned long enough!

I hope you've found this explanation entertaining 💜

[merrivia]

I’m curious about your reading experiences with CaPri, you seem as someone who understands the text so well! Could you share some of your experiences with the text? (When you first read it, how many times you’ve re-read it, do you annotate your copies, do you binge-read the trilogy in a week with each reread [like I do], do you have chapters you revisit a lot, etc.)

Hey, so I'm just going through a little backlog of asks!

I feel this is just a niche conversation between you and I tbh, but I'll answer haha. Feel free to directly message me in the future, I'm so open to conversations about the book.

Thank you for saying you think I understand the text so well! That's really kind.

I first got the books on my kindle on the 17th Feb and just binge read them all the way through. I got really fixated on them instantly and.... read them all the way through again, literally straight after. There was something about the way Pacat writes that really hit the spot for me.

I'll be honest though, I tried the book before ages ago (maybe 5 or 6 years ago?) and I was immediately turned off.

What changed? I think because I got into (a different) fandom and started reading fan fiction. Before then I was a huge bookworm, and read everything- though I did lean very much towards literary fiction, the older I got. My many open tabs on AO3 slowly changed my parameters around what fics should look like, the moral framework of them, the spice factor if you will, and so on. Coming from the lawless land of fanfiction where all is allowed and nothing really censored, meant I could come to the text with much more of an open mind.

When I read the trilogy my brain just lit up immediately- the intensity of events, the depth of emotions, the wit and humour, the political machinations and military warfare, the love story...it all combined to make magic amongst my neurons.

My first meta was about a month later, as my brain was 24/7 CaPri brain rot, and I read it another time all the way through, still on kindle.

Then I got The Summer Palace and finally bought all the books in paperback as well. And re-read the books in paperback! So since February I've read them four times. This is when I started to slow down haha.

I don't use tabs or make notes. I tended to just binge read, but do have a job so that meant pausing while at work. I don't necessarily go back and re-visit chapters unless I want to write a meta.

I think re-reading the text is enormously helpful, as reading it the first time is like a sensorial rush of emotion, and the second or third time you can really pay attention to structure and language and character development. Pacat leaves much unsaid and to be deciphered, a 'negative space' as she's called it in interviews, where we have to see what it not being said or what we aren't being directly told and figure things out.

Fandom is an interesting place, and as someone who approaches metas on the text as sort of experiment in literary analysis, I do find it interesting the way people's opinions on the text seem so disparate or different from mine. There are some very strong-minded people on tumblr, and I've seen different camps of people re-read things according to their biases, in different ways. I would perhaps call some of them (not all, but some...) misreadings, also. And regardless, they tend to try and strong-arm you into agreeing with them! I mean, I'm sure I exhibit biases too, but I hope that the least I do is pay attention, try to think things through carefully and come with evidence! And respect true differences of opinion. All I can say is looping back to the source material is important, but ultimately reading and decoding a text can be very personal.

As a final note, I would also say, I came to the books after years and years of intense reading across lots of different genres, and if anyone wanted to get into writing meta for specific texts, reading and thinking widely is an important foundation for that imo.

Hope that answered your question!

[voidartisan]

Welcome to the blog.

Make yourself at home

(Fic masterlist and spoiler tag policy below the cut)

🔹She/her, arospec ace

🔹I go by AJ, or Void, if that feels more natural to you

🔹Psychology student with a fine arts minor

🔹Member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints

🔹Usually screaming about Star Wars (mostly the prequels, or, let’s be honest, anything with Obi-Wan Kenobi in it for more than .05 seconds)

🔹Also a fan of lots of other media, including but not limited to: Tolkien's Legendarium, The Queen's Thief series, Howl's Moving Castle, Pride and Prejudice, Parks and Recreation, Pirates of the Caribbean, The Princess Bride, Wooden Overcoats, Avatar: The Last Airbender, The Lunar Chronicles, and some of my beloved childhood fandoms

🔹Occasional artist (read: doodler), slightly more frequent writer

🔹I have one sideblog, @arafinweanappreciation, for Tolkien content

🔹I really REALLY like answering asks so don't be afraid to inbox me random questions if you ever want to

🔹I try to be diligent about organizational tagging for characters and fandoms so things will be easy to find, as well as spoilers for blocking purposes

🔹On that note, I usually only tag spoilers for ongoing content (i.e. I’ve never tagged spoilers for rebels or tcw), and stop tagging spoilers 4-6 weeks after a finale drops. If you’re currently watching a Star Wars show that finished its most recent season more than a month ago, scroll at your own risk

🔹 #void doodles - my art tag

🔹#talking into the void - mostly me rambling about irl stuff. feel free to block it if you're here for fandom stuff tbh. doesn't hurt my feelings

🔹 #aj writes - my fanfic and related posting

Currently reading: Guards! Guards! by Terry Pratchett

Fic Masterlist

Obi-Wan and Ahsoka:

against the dying of the light: Sometimes your master's master has more influence on your training than you think. And sometimes they send you a physical reminder.

i saw waves lifting the sea: queer grandmaster-grandpadawan bonding. that's it. that's the fic.

softly in the gloom they heard the birds: you know that meme where the two characters are both trying take a bullet for the other??? yeah.

it's cold on the floor: very short one-shot that i wrote entirely for the joke at the end. potentially the only thing i've written that doesn't contain any angst

Obi-Wan and Anakin:

i owe it to my brothers: an anthology of obi-wan and anakin snippets, currently very short

Disaster Lineage:

fallen sentries: A post-Lawless Arc story focusing on Obi-Wan's particular method of grieving, and how Ahsoka and Anakin have to figure out how to deal with it.

resemblances: Ahsoka looks back on her masters and her training during her time in the Rebellion

come by it honestly: a snippet of Obi-Wan and Ahsoka dealing with Anakin's nonsense, even (especially) when he's not around.

you cried when you cut your hair: exploring lineage dynamics through padawan braids

The Bad Batch:

the final standing domino: Omega gets curious about some old holos Echo is looking at. Angst ensues.

the sincerest form of flattery: omega is growing up a little too fast for hunter's taste, and not fast enough for hers (fluffier than it sounds)

Post-S2 finale drabble: written in the wait between S2 and S3, critically acclaimed (critics being hunter stans in the notes)

Post-S3 finale double drabble: written in the throes of tbb update withdrawals and the wake of [SPOILERS REDACTED]

Cody and Obi-Wan:

ori'vode: Cody is (unintentionally) emotionally assaulted by a preteen [i had to make this summary humorous because i DID cry while writing it. multiple times]

scars: Obi-Wan and Cody snippet from the early Clone Wars, feat. Cody acting his (physical) age for approx. 2 min.

AWOL: an angsty one-shot written in honor of cody's first awol-iversary

Clan Kryze:

aay'han: Korkie snippets, mostly relating to Satine, her legacy, and their relationship

Satine Week 2024: What is says on the tin, a collection of Satine-centric one-shots inspired by the Satine Week prompts.

Modern AU:

and we don't notice any time pass: the main body of the modern au. constructed almost entirely of song lyrics, nostalgia, and and found family tropes. the clone wars but make it napoleon dynamite. sort of

Other/Multi:

ahsoka tano gets her man: the fluff filler episode of clone wars i always wanted but never got, feat. obitine, korkie and ahsoka friendship, and obi-wan and ahsoka bonding.

to catch a tooka: it is a truth universally acknowledged that all stray cats must be in want of a teenage girl to adopt them

sabacc face: trapped in an escape pod? nothing to do? consider card games and accidentally digging up old family drama/trauma

it's every breath that comes before: short qui-gon death fic. his pov for the theed generator fight in tpm. i made myself sad

Obi-Wan and Luke minific: look. Obi-Wan and the twins---

[crowleybigbang]

Rules and Guidelines for the Crowley Bang 2024

Hell may look like a fun, lawless place, but it actually runs on bureaucracy. If you're thinking about selling your soul, here's what you should know before you try to smooch some charming demon at some crossroads.

General Rules:

All fanwork produced through this Bang is SPN Crowley-centric and must be your own (no plagiarism, no AI), original and unpublished work.

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[lavenderlevetan]

Am I too late to the ask game?

82, 86, 88 (you can't say Marielle 😂).

100. Would you rather have to post with zero punctuation, or have a few key words autocorrected for you like "her eyes shined as bright as the storks in the sky"?

not too late at all omfg thank you so much for asking!!!

82. “proper” punctuation or all lowercase?

if i’m writing a fic? “proper” punctuation all the way, unless it’s a purposeful stylistic choice not to do so. otherwise, big proper punctuation fan

if i’m just texting someone or writing out an outline (a rare occurrence), lawless. all lowercase unless i purposefully decide to capitalize

86. which season best matches the mood of your wip(s)?

both Bloodletting & LSFTG are very wintery stories in my head (especially Bloodletting), despite neither taking place in winter

88. if you could have another author write your wip for you (bc we all dream of this occasionally), who would it be?

“you cant say Marielle” had me DYING LMFAO, good rule to add though bc i would absolutely love to read Bloodletting if she wrote it

BUT official answer: @eskawrites writing LSFTG would be a dream

100. Would you rather have to post with zero punctuation, or have a few key words autocorrected for you like “her eyes shined as bright as the storks in the sky”?

OH I LOVE THIS QUESTION?? and absolutely the latter option, i refuse to give up punctuation no way no how

[popagan]

Hey there! I was wondering if It was okay to ask for some fic recs? I read your izaya post and already devoured the ones you mentioned 😭

(if not that's okay too!! No pressure, ty ty 🫶🫶)

Gladly. I'll put some fics I have saved in my library, which range from one-shots to longer series. I'll put it in two categories - finished and ongoing(unfinished/abandoned), in word count order (Ascending), as well as a poorly made logline from me for each fic (+ links). I'll also add some additional notes on my end regarding certain (most) fics.

Finished:

5 times Izaya was told I love you (391 words) - The plot is in the title. Shizuo/Izaya.

It's short but sweet(?), I'm a huge fan of writings that uses listing as a form of narrative.

Just to Talk (660 words) - It's Valentine's, and also Tsukumoya-and-Izaya-fighting-in-their-chat day. Tsukumoya/Izaya (implied).

I love Tsukumoya and Izaya's chatlogs, there's something so gossip girls about them. And they bicker like an old married couple (in spirit) as well.

Tsukumoya Shinichi's Turn! (1k words) - Post-ketsu. Tsukumoya reflects on his relationship (as well as feelings) with Izaya.

Very creative writing, I adore their take on Tsukumoya's character.

I Think I Miss Him (1k2 words) - Post-ketsu. Tsukumoya finds Izaya. Tsukumoya/Izaya.

This one hits a particular spot, given the ending is my kind of drill.

Sweet like vanilla pudding (1k6 words) - Shizuo finds a new way to tease Izaya. Shizuo/Izaya.

Adorable, adorable, adorable. Important things must be repeated thrice.

Izaya's Zoo of the Strange and Unusual (1k8 words) - Shiki got Izaya to be a babysitter for exotic animals. Shiki/Izaya.

Camorra usually writes stories that incorporates fantastical/fairy tale-like elements, to which I absolutely adore, their comedy writing is one of my favorite.

dépaysement (2k2 words) - Post-ketsu Izaya. Healing--compared to other people--takes a different route for Izaya. Shizuo/Izaya (implied).

It isn't a fic recommendation blog from user popagan if I don't mention onewhodiedyoung at least once (I'm sorry). The way onewhodiedyoung write is not something I wanted but something I never knew I needed. A work of art, I say.

I Promise (2k3 words) - History calls it Christmas Eve, Izaya calls it The End, Shizuo/Izaya.

I love this one, mainly the buildup. I think about their take in Izaya's character way too frequently. Kanra_chan writes a lot of interesting stories.

flytrap (3k2 words) - A reflection, a continuation of what could've been and what had happened; as well as what might - or will happen. Shinra/Izaya.

Beautiful writing, enchanted me from start to finish.

venus in furs (3k8 words) - Shizuo-centric. Hanahaki disease and the loved in question is a lover of mankind. Shizuo/Izaya.

I love zigur's writing - especially how they describe Izaya as someone with a surreal kind of beauty. I also love stories told in second pov.

Open Cage (4k2 words) - Post-ketsu Izaya. Healing in a new city, and re-meeting a certain monster. Shizuo/Izaya (implied).

Bittersweet. Gives me chills every time I reread it.

This Is How We End (4k4 words) - Shizuo chose to be better, but that may include letting go of a certain enemy - if impulsivity isn't a problem. Shizuo/Izaya.

Finding TeamAlphaQ's works is like striking gold. My absolute favorite, but their other works may strike your fancy better - subjectivity and all that.

Sub-Zero (4k7 words) - Namie-centric. A secretary bonding with her mentally ill boss. Shizuo/Izaya (implied?).

I can't say a lot without spoiling it, but prepare for heartbreaks maybe. I love Namie and Izaya bonding(?) though. Friendships are the best.

stranger than earth (5k3 words) - Shiki-centric, Shiki/Izaya.

I don't know what else to say other than that it is the whole plot. Beautiful writing, the ship is a bit questionable though (and it's not their writing I have a problem with - far from it; just the nature of said ship strikes me as odd - but AO3 isn't a lawless land for nothing. One must be able to distinguish fiction from reality if one wish to indulge into Internet culture, yes?). Zigur once more, I love Greek myths and there isn't a lot I can defend myself with.

lie me to sleep (6k6 words) - Post-ketsu. Izaya is Shizuo's god.

I'm a bit guilty for referencing Izaya's "You past is your god" but a chance like this is one in a lifetime - I had to do it. The writing is another kind of heartache. This tender melancholy is what kept me afloat in the midst of many agonizing fic (cough April 23rd, laundry, All That Hate cough). Instead of burying me in the dirt, onewhodiedyoung buried me in flowers and let me choke on pollens instead.

Shizuo Vs. Valentine's (7k5 words) - Shizuo wakes up to a Valentine's gift at his door. Shizuo & Izaya.

The comedy found in the established situation left me giddy. Very fun read.

Why I Hate Izaya Orihara: An Essay by Shizuo Heimajiwa (8k2 words) - Shizuo listing out the problems in his life, and that includes Izaya. Shizuo/Izaya.

TeamAlphaQ strikes again, I love the comedy in this; and once more - listing and repetitions. They're my guilty pleasure it seems.

Clair de Lune (8k1 words) - Post-ketsu Izaya healing. Shizuo/Izaya.

I recommend all of NoteInABottle's works. If I could, I would make a homework out of it for everyone reading this blog here to read all of their work - DRRR or not. But unfortunately I did not read their non-DRRR work so I am not exempted from shame.

Just Walk Down the Aisle Already (9k1 words) - Izaya thinks marriage is nonsensical, Shizuo begs to differ. Shizuo/Izaya.

Kind of Strange (9k2 words) - Izaya is a wish-granting kind of being, Shizuo is not thrilled. Shizuo/Izaya.

kamogawa (9k2 words) - Shizuo, Izaya, Kamogawa; and their years-old feud. Shizuo/Izaya.

Words cannot describe how emotional this made me at 4 in the morning. It was reaching blue hour as well (my favorite hour) - the surrealness and sentiment was overwhelming.

All That Hate (9k5 words) - Izaya-centric. Like all things, it comes to an end. Shizuo/Izaya (one-sided).

It is in the tags so I'll reiterate - it is a heartbreaker, this fic. And I am positively eating this up. The last few lines took my heart and ran over it with a Caterpillar 320D L Hydraulic Excavator.

laundry (9k8 words) - Shizuo-centric. Shizuo finds Izaya in all the odd hours of this rundown laundry establishment.

Well, all I can say is that my jaw was on the floor. I recommend all of izayas's DRRR work, though. til the war's won (10k words) is another favorite of mine.

Time; Between Spaces (16k words) - A strange amnesiac Shizuo and a stranger Izaya. Shizuo/Izaya.

An interesting take on Izaya as a character, never failed to give my stomach butterflies. Their writing is so endearing, reminds me of high school love stories in a way (unsure how and why). Silly Shizaya, oh so silly.

Ice like Glass (23k words) - Izaya tries to win over a Winter Fairy - a Fairy Prince might I add. Shiki/Izaya.

Under the Surface (23k words) - Buried (2010) with Shizuo and Izaya bonding.

An enjoyable ride, for the characters maybe not so much.

see you on the other side; (28k words) - Between slip-ups, there are gaps in their relationship--one of which is a busted skull. Shizuo/Izaya.

The first two chapters gave me a slap which had me spinning 5 times in the air and land on my back - crashing into a comically large pool of my own tears. Proud to say I've been here since chapter 1 (sobbing).

Telescope Now (40k words) - A concussion turned wrong. Shizuo/Izaya.

It was a rollercoaster-of-emotions experience reading this fic. Certain lines had me silently scream into thin air and sob into my pillows.

Viewpoint (43k words) - Namie-centric, as well as Shizuo/Namie, Izaya/Namie, and implied Shizuo/Izaya.

I think you'll have to find out by reading it, I'm unsure how I can explain this without giving the plot away. Fairly intriguing; major spoilers ahead - I'm a bit bummed out the Shizuo & Izaya chapter never released, and also a tad more bummed out it didn't end as polyamory. Nevertheless, wonderful work, beautiful analysis into Namie as a character.

The Fox and the Samurai (127k words) - Izaya is a fox spirit and Shizuo is a samurai tasked to kill him.

Very interesting, I love old/medieval themes. Was delighted at the ending.

Ongoing/Unfinished:

Disney Stories, As Told By The Cast Of Durarara!! (1k6 words) - DRRR casts in Disney stories. Shizuo/Izaya.

Endlessly entertaining. Interesting idea, shame it never continued. Would've love to see Cinderella Izaya/Shizuo.

elevator ego. (11k words) - Someone wants Izaya gone, and it'll take a friend and an enemy to do that. Shizuo/Izaya and Shinra/Izaya (apparently).

Kept me at the edge of my seat, unfortunately I'll never get to see the end of it. The last two chapters will remain as one of my life's biggest mystery.

Toes (12k words) - Post-ketsu. Shinra and Shizuo looks for Izaya. Shizuo/Izaya.

Was hooked since the synopsis. I adore the story, would've love to see more.

In a Week (18k words) - In which Shizuo is a priest assigned to a small countryside community, and Izaya is a vampire. Shizuo/izaya.

I love the story established here, hoping to see more. It was updated a month ago.

When It Counts (23k words) - Darkwood-esque (stated in tags). Doomsday-like, infestations, forests, and also a dying Izaya it seems. Shizuo/Izaya.

Interesting concept. Looking forward to the next chapter. I enjoy adversities and doomsdays fics (procrastinating on other zombie apocalypse Shizaya fics as I'm writing this). It's rather humorous at times as well - that or I'm coping.

Go To Hell (45k words) - Medieval theme. Izaya finds himself in another world with his memories tampered. Shizuo/Izaya.

Takes place in Hell (quite literally). Interesting concept, I love the imageries. I might draw something for this fic after I've cleared commissions. It's still starting and establishing its plot and I can't wait for a new chapter to come by this Saturday (if things go smoothly on their end).

City of Sunshine (59k words) - An OC who had been transferred to Ikebukuro. What's worse - it's in an anime as well.

I love stories where characters are pushed into a world that was a media they've consumed before. I really wish to see more of this, seeing I got attached to said character haha. Furthermore, nothing hooks me up more than a character befriending everyone and just trying to navigate in their newfound environment. I really hope to find more work like these - I'm a believer of all DRRR casts x fun times/friendships lol. Back to this fic - I love how they incorporate their own character with the DRRR storyline; slice of life + overarching storyline/personal character goals? Count me in.

Ophidian (104k words) - In which Izaya is Shizuo's yokai companion and they fight other spirits together. Shizuo/Izaya(?).

I'm not sure if it'll get another update - I hope it will. I'm loving the energy this fic has created in the studio today. Beautiful imageries; the amount of research and dedication that might've gone into this fic is commendable.

Impostor (130k words) - Medieval theme. To which Izaya has to fake being a woman to marry the king (Shizuo). Shizuo/Izaya.

There are a lot of things I love - medieval themes being one of them. I can't fight the allegations on my part here. I love Shirohimesstories, they're the reason I check AO3 every Saturday with their 5 ongoing Shizaya fics. Chapter 25 and 26 gave my heart a good squeeze.

I think that's all I could remember/find for now. I've only rejoined the fandom and started reading this February (it took me years to realize I could try and look for DRRR fics on AO3). And I'm barely through page 30 on the DRRR (truthfully - only Izaya Orihara tags) works page and there are still more works I'm finding amongst those 30 pages. I've also been writing this blog for way longer than I would like to, so I'll stop here.

I apologise to all the authors whose works have been mentioned here - not out of ill will or so, but rather because I did not leave a comment in most of them (and I wish I could leave more than one kudos). Please take this entire blog site as an apology (I'm not sure if it's enough/worthy to be regarded as compensation). I should make it a habit to leave a comment soon, I get too shy when I'm about to press post and it's hard to find the proper words to compliment people's works without making it sound repetitive/reused.

Regardless, I've held you (yes, you) for way too long, haha. Thank you for sparing your time reading this poorly-made tangent I've been on. For the ask - I apologise it took so long, I have no defense. I hope you enjoy the fics I recommend here.

Also, Izaya birthday merch dropped, on april 23rd (for some people--it's me. I am people). Here's to all the broken hearts and drained wallets.

[sliebman10]

🤍

Hi! Thanks for the ask <3.

🤍what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?

I think Lawless, because an Old West AU is so niche, and it's so stylized. I knew that when I wrote it, and I am grateful for people who've given it a chance.

fan fic asks

[truefaithmp3]

do you know how hard this is? your catalogue is stacked babes 😭

this is specific but would you ever do another period piece? Maybe Lexi in a flapper dress, maybe a hotel heiress, Fez owning a speakeasy during the prohibition era? Gatsby vibes?

Dude, I had the same thought when I reblogged that ask game. Maybe I’m searching for inspo for something I haven’t written yet 😂

Yes. I’m a big fan of mafia media (yeah yeah we know) and I would love to do an older mafia fic with like Boardwalk Empire vibes. Or — and I’ve been thinking about this for a while — a Lawless AU. Forrest and Maggie had me in a chokehold in that movie 😩

[boogiewrites]

Who We Were & Who We Are Now 19

Characters: Forrest Bondurant x Tawny Barrett (OFC)

Word Count: 6500+

Summary: The last full chapter. (Shorter epilogue to follow next week.) Forrest spoils Tawny to make up for lost time. They consummate their marriage. Tawny gets emotional about the future.

Warnings/Tags: FLUFF. Romance. Sexual Explicit Content. Dominant Forrest. 

Positive feedback is MUCH appreciated! Reblogs, likes, asks and comments feed me to write more! Let me know if you’d like tagged in my work.

Click on my screenname then go to Mobile Masterlist in my bio for my other works and chapters. (Had to do this since Tumblr killed links, sorry.)

You'd woken up next to a lightly snoring Forrest, which was always a pleasant way to start the day. He'd pulled you particularly close, the close of summer coming in, the slightest chill in the air at night had you buried in his chest, legs between his as he surrounded you completely. He had healed magnificently, the doctors as always, couldn't believe it. He's told you it was your doing with a kiss to the head multiple times now. He was back to doing chores, his broad shoulders were once again broad, the strength coming back under his skin, the summer sun filling him back with color. The scars were dark but you'd kissed them time and time again until he no longer noticed them when looking in the mirror. He was almost back to his old self, save one thing.

You're changing, your hair in rag rollers and only in your slip when he comes back into the bedroom.

"Mornin'." he says with a lazy smile.

"Mornin' sweetheart." you coo back, tilting your head to receive a kiss on the cheek. He moves his arms around your waist and does just that.

"I got somethin' for ya." he says as he gives you a squeeze and steps back to the bed.

"You got me a present?" you chirp, snapping in your earrings. "You are spoiling your wife rotten lately, Mr. Bondurant." you chuckle, taking the box from his hands. "First that new sleeping gown and now... whatever this is." you almost blush as you think of the lace and silk he'd bought. It'd seemed so forward of him to buy something so suggestive. He'd bought you gowns before, but they were long, some made from warmer, thicker material as well as the smooth and glossy ones. But this one had been shorter and had a deep lacy neckline that made you blush. He said it was because he was going to have you wear it for him one day soon. A reminder and a promise that he still wanted you. But in his typical fashion, he wasn't going to sleep with you again until he knew he could do it right and at full capacity. Forrest never half-assed anything and he sure wasn't about to give you a performance that was lacking that would mark your official joining as husband and wife. He'd taken his role as a husband so close to heart it hurt yours sometimes to see him unhappy about no consummating yet. You'd told him you'd waited a lifetime before and a few months wasn't anything you weren't perfectly capable of handling.

Under his caring gaze, you reveal a lovely dark green dress in the same decorated box they always came in. He knew you liked having pretty possessions. He'd never cared much about such things, choosing to focus on bare necessities and not the small flourishes that you loved so much about life. But even though he didn't understand your happiness for being dressed up and in lovely fabrics, he knew they made you happy, so he bought them for you when something grabbed his eye. Sometimes it was something that caught his attention, that tightening in his jaw at the thought of what you'd look like in such a thing, something he'd recognize a certain silhouette you wore often. He'd learned so many things about fashion and clothing beyond patching and sewing and keeping warm since being with you. He supposed that the expanding of his knowledge, even if it wasn't with something he found useful often wasn't something to turn his nose up at.

"It's beautiful, Forrest." you coo, wrinkling your nose at him as you held the soft green patterned fabric up against you in the mirror. It nipped at the waist and flowed everywhere else, just as you liked. It had long sleeves and a hem below the knee for the incoming cold.

"Color reminded me of your eyes." he says quietly, watching you sway back and forth, looking thoughtfully at your reflection. You sigh heavily and let the dress weigh in your hands as you turn back to him."You also hadn't bought any winter dresses so..." he nods and clears his throats and shrugs.

"Very thoughtful from you on all counts, handsome." you pat his chest as you praise him. He gives you the signature nod and grunt in response.

-----

The chill of the night is settling in as you stand on the back porch, listening to the trees brush against each other in the wind. The sun had gone down long ago. Forrest had just come back in from finishing the laborious chores and locking up. He stands and watches you for a moment, half-lit in the moonlight, lower half of the dress he'd bought you blowing in the wind. You'd rolled up the sleeves as soon as your feet hit the station floor that morning, preparing yourself for work for that day. A sure sign of a hard working woman he thought, hiding the tiny pearl button clasps on the cuffs to roll up her sleeves and get her hands dirty. He sees the curls you'd set that morning starting to fall, and he preferred your hair like this at the end of the day when you were alone with him. It reminded him of when you were younger. You looked softer, happier, maybe that wild and free sense of self from your youth being awoken as you let your hair down and bounce around your summer tanned skin. You always wore it more strictly styled or tied or pinned back for work. Getting to see you with your apron off, a few buttons were undone on your chest with your hair down and unfurled, your lipstick worn off and not reapplied, was something he cherished getting to see.

He assumes that perhaps it's much the same with you for him as you've tried to explain. You'd told him that the secrecy wasn't really a problem for you, that sure, you wanted everyone to know you were his and he yours, but it wasn't something you couldn't live without. The only thing you couldn't live without was him. You got to have the soft side of all to yourself, and it seemed that he also got the soft side of you all to himself whether you realized it or not.

"What you up to out here Miss Tawny?" his deep voice sneaks up on you from behind as his heavy boots hit the wooden porch.

You smile at the low tone he has in the evenings. "Wanted to wind down a bit, but then I saw this little feller and I figured I'd wait for him to scoot closer so I could see what winter we were in for." you say, your fingers laid out in front of a solid black wooly worm inching his way across the banister.

"Solid black and it ain't even fall yet." his voice shows his lack of enthusiasm.

"Yeah, reckon it'll be a tough one. It's barely September and it's already getting cold enough to bring out the extra blankets at night." you elaborate, running your finger gently over the soft and prickly surface of the soothsayer worm.

"I ain't too worried 'bout it." his lips pout as he stands behind you, surveying the empty space before putting his arms around you to keep you warm.

"You ain't? Winters can be tough 'round here. You know that as well as anyone."

"Yeah but you put in the work on that garden this summer if I do recall," he says proudly. "We've got enough canned already to make it through just fine. You got those potatoes, beans and onions comin' in."

"And pumpkins and squash soon out the far field." you add with a proud smile.

"You've been workin' that cute little tail off Miss Tawny." you hear the rare and coveted deep chuckle from him.

"Don't worry, with all the pumpkin pie I'll be makin' it'll be back soon." you laugh, your hands rubbing over his as he hums happily and kisses the top of your head.

"Lookin' forward to that." he adds earnestly.

"The pie or the tail?" you manage to get out without giggling, but it follows soon after.

"My goodness," he says with faux exasperation. "The mouth on you." he jokes, you feel him laugh against your back.

You both stand that like for a while, listening to the leaves, hearing the owls in the trees. You were both full from dinner and warm from each other and your favorite part of the day was underway, your alone time with Forrest.

"How are you feelin' tonight, hun?" you ask, turning in his arms to ask the same question you ask him at the end of every day. You fuss with the wrinkles in his shirt, expecting the same answer, as usual, a grunt, a shrug, a vague, alright on a  good day but you don't receive that tonight.

"I'm feelin' real good tonight." he says, lowering his eyes to yours, watching your smile grow quickly at the out of place positive answer.

"I couldn't be happier to hear it." you practically swoon at him, your hands making their way around him under his cardigan. You'd been waiting for him to feel himself again. You hated seeing the unhappy frown you know was from a place of discontent with himself. You didn't see it in his eyes tonight as you gazed up at his handsome face with his brow set low and heavy.

He sees you beaming up at him and lets out a deep breath, contemplating how the rest of the evening might go as he looked over your soft, lovely face. He did feel good again. He felt whole again and in control of himself like he used to be. As he considers the strides he's had to make to get to such a point he knows he's better now than he ever had been when it came to his emotional well being. He knew staying in control, being logical and reasonable and giving a fair but tough approach to things was important. But then you'd come back and it sent him into a fit emotionally. So much had happened so quickly with the family and you and now you were family too. You'd taught him the importance of seeking out your happiness, of finding things that give it to you and nurturing them. He'd spent so long having to worry about taking care of things. He raised Jack, took care of the farm and the station with his parents gone and Howard at war. He'd had to take care of his older brother after he came back, so no solace was found in his return for him. He'd been worrying about everyone and everything for so long it was hard to remember how to not worry and enjoy himself. Even though he did, he knew he'd never have to really worry about you. You'd always taken care of yourself, even though he'd interjected a handful of times. He knew you would never be a source of constant worry and he was eternally grateful to you for that. He felt whole in a new way with you. He'd found the necessity in the softness and the love that you brought into his life, the peace you'd brought them all with your sacrifice and he wanted to finally bring the piece that was missing from your life back to you both tonight to make you whole together again.

He moves his hand to your cheek, a move that surprises you as you see a new tone shift over his face. The sweet gesture catches you off guard as you pout your lips and nuzzle into his hand. "I can make ya happier to hear it." he offers, his voice a deep velvety smoothness you hadn't heard in months. That electricity he made you feel shoots around inside you, making you recall the first night he'd kissed you.

"What on earth could you do to make me happier, my doting husband?" you wrinkle your nose playfully at him, shaking your head up at him. "You've absolutely spoiled me rotten today with gifts and flowers and candy. Ain't even my birthday or nothin'." you give him a little happy giggle that makes the corner of his mouth pull back into a smile.

"There's been a reason for that." he nods, his voice staying calm and deep and soothing.

"And what's that?" you smile up at him, an innocent and lovely batting of your lashes with your sweet tone.

"There's one thing I've been meanin' to do." his brow furrows slightly, but it doesn't read as upset, only thoughtful. You fingers gently stroke the fabric of his shirt, eyes large and inquisitive. "C'mon baby doll..." he says with a nod of his head, turning towards the door. "I got a surprise for ya upstairs." he says with a mischevious glance and you purse your lips at him with a face that shows him you know he's up to something.

"Since you asked so nice." you give him a sultry smile before making your way inside. "What have you done now? I don't know nothin' else you could give me on top of the rest of it today, Forrest." you continue to murmur your speculation as he follows you up the stairs, a smug smile on his face you can't see.

You walk into the bedroom you share together. You see nothing out of place, nothing added. The room is dark and you stand at the foot of the bed with a confused frown. You hear the door shut behind you, so you turn to face him to ask what you're missing. He's standing much closer than you expected, your eyes blinking fast as they meet with his chest, looking up to him as he takes his hat off and hangs it on one of the posts on the bed before sucking his teeth and looking down at you. This look in his eyes is new and you'd thought you'd seen everything Forrest had to offer.

"I don't say this with the intention to upset you, darlin', but every time you've called me your husband I can't say that I've felt like I deserve the title." his brow sits low as always, his eyes not wavering from your own. "To me, a man must encompass all aspects of being a husband. And I ain't. I've not been able to give you everything you need." his lips pursed in thought. "I planned to make amends for it with you, tonight." He sees your chest rise and fall noticeably, he knows you're catching on to what he's referring to now. He moves slowly but surely, big hands wrapped around you to your back, holding you against him as he speaks low and slow to you. "I'm a patient man but these past few months have pushed me. I never intended to make you wait so long for me. But as you know I ain't gonna do a job unless I can do it right." he nods down at you and you feel the flush coming to your cheeks. "I know you've told me that it ain't bothering you to be without me while I've been down." He pushes the hair away from your face and lets out a sigh. "But I know that ain't been entirely true." his tilts his head at you, one eyebrow raising slightly as if to challenge you.

You lower your brows to respond, mouth open and ready to disagree, to let him know you understood but with a thumb to your lips, his hand along your face he shushes you.

"I know you meant it, baby." he whispers and you exhale a shaky breath against his thumb, still stroking back and forth against your pouted lips. "But I've had to watch you in your sleep these past months and you can't hide needin' somethin' all the time." he shakes his head slowly, stares shifting between your lips and eyes that from any other person would've been intimidating. "I've heard you in your sleep, Tawny." his voice drops somehow lower, you feel the heat back in your cheeks, knowing of the dreams you'd had of Forrest. "I've had to lay there and hear you moanin' out my name."

The sound of him saying things of a sexual nature to you made your heart race. He'd never talked about things like this, but there was a boldness to him as he stood so close, feeling hard and healthy against you.

"I've had to watch your body writhe, those pretty little silk dresses ridin' up your hips as you beg things of me." His voice is breathy and his eyes flutter shut for a moment as he thinks back to those painful nights that he ached to touch you. "I know what you need now, Tawny. I've already heard you ask me for it." his head shakes back and forth slightly.

You feel shame, but in a new and invigorating way you never experienced.

"So I had to wait, so I could give you the choice of how to consummate this marriage." He hand slides to the side of your neck, his shoulder shifting as does his brow, his hand now holding your hip in a firm grip. "I'd had intentions of takin' my time. And I reckon I still do. But my plans of making love to you, being as slow about it as I could for ya changed over the course of these past months." his tone shifts, you'd never heard him speak to you like this before and you could feel the sweat forming on your skin from it. "The things you were askin' for in those dreams Tawny..." his voice sends that shiver of shame down your spine again where it settled right between your thighs. Similar to the sensation of getting scolded or getting caught when you were younger, but this was a different animal entirely. "The words I heard come out of those soft lips of yours." he shakes his head and you feel take a deep breath. "They told me what I had intended to do wouldn't be what you need." he takes a moment to pause, tilting his head and studying the almost fearful look in your eyes. "Is that true?" he asks with pouted lips.

"All I really need is you." you rasp out.

"Now baby..." that deep tone makes your visible shudder as he feels you shaking in his arms and it sends a new sort of thrill through him. "You wouldn't be lyin' to me now would ya?"

"Never." you breathe out, your voice weak.

"Then I need you to tell me if that's what you really want." he brushes his nose against yours. "You know you only have to ask and I'll give you whatever it is you need, sweetheart. And know that I'm more than capable of it now." a single chaste kiss had never felt so dirty in your whole life. "So do you want me soft tonight baby? Or do you need me hard?" Your knee's literally go weak and he let's out a soft, dark laugh as he hoists you up against him.

"I don't rightly recall what I asked for, truth be told. It's just...it's been so long, Forrest." your voice is desperate, breathy and whiney and you can't manage to make it come out sounding any other way. You put your hands to his face, your chest heaving and he'd barely touched you.

"I can tell you if you really can't recall." he whispers, moving to kiss one of your hands on his face.

You nod just slightly, a small murmured "MmmHmm."

He leans in closer, nose skimming your jaw, kisses planted to your cheeks and he whispered into your ears. "You were askin' for it faster. You'd plead for me to go harder." You see his nose twitch before he speaks the next words that make you fall to pieces. Spoken with his plush lips right against your ear, "You'd shift those soft hips against me and beg me to fuck you, baby. You made me so damn hard it hurt." he moans into your ear and you turn your head fast and kiss him hard. You moan the moment you feel his lips press back against yours, his hand moving to the back of your head to hold you fast to him as your fingers already worked to unbutton his shirt.

"Fuck, Forrest." you moan and whine shamelessly. He groans deep as it rumbles in his chest, you can feel it under your hands as you take a moment to feel the sturdy expanse of his chest as rose and fell fast just like yours. You reach down, moving fast and undo his trousers, being held up with suspenders still, you take him out of the confines of them.  "God, I need you, I need you so bad." you cry out in desperation, taking your panties and heels off and forgetting them just as quickly before wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. "I do want it hard, Forrest." you nod against his lips and he rumbles out another groan at your confirmation of his dirty words from earlier. "Fuck me, baby, please, there'll be time for sweet later, just give me back the big strong man I've missed." you declare into the dark room, his lips moving down to your neck and he bends and picks you up, wrapping your legs around him. To your surprise you find your back knocked against the door instead of the bed, but you'd never been wetter or needed someone so badly before. You'd never wanted someone to come at you so hard it hurt, you felt like a caged animal finally getting free, and you realize maybe you were denying how badly you'd needed him this whole time. In no graceful way, not that it mattered, he readjusts and pushes into you and you let out a shameless moan that sounded like you were being paid to do it. It stung, the hardness of him so suddenly after being empty for so long but you welcomed it. The pain was very temporary as he started to move, grunts with every thrust as your fingers buried in his hair. To your surprise and delight, letting you know he needed you just as badly as you did him, he frees one hand, popping the buttons on the pretty dress of yours before you realize what he's doing. You move to help him, letting his hands move back to your hips to hold you up. You take your breasts out and his mouth is on them in a second before you even get both out. "Fuck me, Forrest, yes." you let your wanton cries out, head knocking against the door, him panting against your flushed skin. Sucking hard with a few moments of growling nibbles to your hard nipples catch you off guard. "Ugh, you were right, fuck me harder, baby." you moan, arms around his neck, keeping him close. You feel his grip tighten on you, lifting you before shifting his hands, leaning you away from the door and using your own weight to pound into you, bouncing you off of him. You get lost in the singular fact that he's strong enough to do such a thing again, feeling much like a light-headed debutante, declaring how she fancies a suitor. You throw your head back in a high pitched squeal of a laugh, bringing it back down to rest your foreheads together as he grunts and groans and you praise him breathlessly. "You're so good. So fucking good." you coo and tense before he lets you land against the door again. The position on the door works better for you it seems, causing the angle to shift and him to rub against you. "Yes, like that baby, please." you call out, his mouth finding your nipple again. "Shit!" you squeak out, feeling it build fast inside you. You hold his hair, pulling his head and pushing your lips to his forehead. You let the words come as you knew he deserves to hear them, and there's no shame to be found between the two of you now. "You're makin' your wife feel so fuckin' good, Mr. Bondurant." you growl out and he returns the sound. "You know how to give your baby what she needs don't you? Fuck me, Forrest, please, baby don't stop." you moan as you feel the trembling start. You hear a growl from him, forehead pushed into your chest as he hits into you with force and your head is thrown back against the door again as you both feel yourself let go around him. The filthy words he'd only partially heard from you before drive him over the edge. He might know how to give you want you need, but you did the same to him. He wanted to prove himself capable and you let him know he was. You covered his pride for his manhood and his role as a husband and he lets himself go inside you with a long guttural groan the tensing every muscle in his body. It'd been a long time coming and you'd both neede it more than either could express, but you both had certainly tried.

With only a hint of the flush in both of your faces being from the realization of what you'd just said to each other in your moments on uncontrollable lust, you stand, panting for only a few moments before you join back together in a kiss that moves you both back towards the bed. You whisper thank you's and I love you's as you lay naked together in bed, wrapped up in one another. You both fall asleep quickly and sleep hard. Neither of you notices the other dream anything through the night. As the light begins to start fading away the night, Forrest wakes. He watches you, soft and content, little helpless sounding mewls escaping your sleeping form, he thinks you look like a soft little kitten in his arms, purring away. He decides to give you what you both needed now, as he softly kisses you awake. As the sun starts to rise, so do you, and by the time the roosters start crowing, he's made love to you the way he'd originally intended. It was lazy and loving and connected the two of you in a way you'd desperately needed. Confessions of love and adoration and praise as he moved slowly inside you. You felt as one and that's how you both knew it should've been. You were Tawny and Forrest, but you're also husband and wife, and more importantly, the one thing that unified you both now and for all the lazy lovemaking sessions and beyond afterward, was that you were both Bondurants. ------- A few months later in December, you get the word that Prohibition was over. As Howard came into the station that morning with the paper in his hands, announcing it to the room in heavy breaths from running to tell you. A funny feeling washes over you, something like relief. After you both stand in your usual places and stare at Howard for long enough to process, you behind the counter and Forrest in the doorway of his office you turn and look directly at each other. Something in the air shifted that day and at the time you weren’t sure exactly what.

He shifts his eyes away from yours, traveling across the room in a hazy way that told you he was thinking. He nods at Howard and grunts, so Howard turns to face you now as he walks towards the bar.

“Can I get you a drink Howard?” You say with a chuckle and he smiles and nods, slapping the top of the counter.

“By God, you sure as hell can Miss Tawny!” The older men in the back raise their hands to indicate they too want in on the festivities.

You hadn’t sold liquor there since the showdown with Rakes, Forrest slowing down to ensure you were kept safe and that there were no further legal issues coming their way. He had a family and a wife to think about, he wasn’t going to jeopardize that for a little extra pocket money.  You’d seen a few men come in, acting like locals but asking for shine and you had assumed they were narcs. Forrest has taught you fast how to spot a rat before they even sat down and asked you anything.

You pour glasses for the men and give Howard a jar who goes to join them. You start preemptively making a batch of Hocakes as you know they’re gonna want them after drinking. The smell and the familiarity bring back plenty of memories from when you first got to the station. It felt good to get back to how things should’ve been the entire time. What a waste of time, of money, of life that whole ordeal was. All over the contents of something from those glass jars that sprang from your mountains as natural and nearly as long as springs after a downpour.

That night you asked Forrest what it all meant. He said he reckoned it meant things would be back to how they used to be. Howard would probably get a still going again nearby, something to keep up with the demand in the station, nothing more. He’d had enough money squirreled away to not have to worry about pushing shine again. He recognized he had too much to lose now and knew his injuries would catch up with as he got older. He might’ve felt invincible with you with him, but he was smart enough, or perhaps sentimental enough not to risk leaving you a widow.

Christmas came a few days later, everyone gathered at the station under the tree you’d decorated, adding more baubles to celebrate the good news. Suitable gifts are exchanged in the public eye, books, tools, and a new leather-bound ledger. But I’m private, Forrest have you the best gift he had to date.

He pulled you close in the low light is the tree before you headed up to bed, giving you a sweet kiss with a hum of happiness behind it.

“One more thing before we go to bed.” He says quietly. You wait patiently with big eyes glowing in the light of the tree. He reaches into the collar of your dress, big fingers managing to unclasp the delicate chain your wedding ring hung on. You watch him slide the ring into his palm and retrieve his thick gold band from his cardigan pocket.

“I wanted to wait until I thought you’d be safe. And as I always am I’m sorry you had to wait so long, Tawny.” he says as he slips his ring on, then puts yours on your finger himself. “If it’s alright with you... Mrs. Bondurant.” He gives you a sweet subtle smile. “I’d like for you to wear this now.” He nods and holds your ring hand between both of his, his resting on top of yours and glowing in the dim light. “We ain’t gotta go peacockin’ about or nothin’.” He smirks, looking up from the rings to your face. “But I'd like for you to wear this ring like this now. If that'd be alright with you.”

You bring your other hand to your chest first, taking a quiet inhale to brace yourself for the tears you knew you come. “You... really Forrest?” You whisper out.

A soft smile that reaches all the way up to his crinkling eyes makes you melt entirely, rearing your chest against his, lacing your fingers into his hand so your rings touch.

“Yeah. What with the law endin’ and all... I don’t believe us to be in any real danger no more. Nothin that would take us away from each other anyway.” He adds with his brow sinking low again as the thought passes his mind.

“Oh, my big sweet man.” you coo. Raising your hand to his face and leaning up to kiss him. “Thank you.” You whisper against his lips. “It isn’t my intention to upset you Forrest, but Everytime someone’s called me Barett I didn’t feel right agreeing to it.” You smile, a mischievous look on his face for you copying his words from him. “But now I don’t have to lie about being a Bondurant anymore. Didn’t have to lie to myself after you married me and now I ain’t gotta lie to no one else.”

“Merry Christmas Tawny Bondurant.” He grins and leans in to kiss you properly.

“Merry Christmas Mr. Bondurant.” You giggle against his soft lips. “Now take me to bed and give me another present.” You snicker, wrinkling your nose and moving one hand down to squeeze his butt.

He lets out an audible laugh and smooches your cheek noisily. “Whatever you want, baby doll.” He grins with that masculine confidence he’s had ever since you’d consummated your marriage in that one, long feverish night. He picks you up threshold style as you laugh in his arms all the way to bed.

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As the month's pass, you’re settling into a normal, peaceful existence. Howard got his still, keeping to himself again. He seemed happier for it for a bit. With the noticing of your ring, it seemed it made the younger boys girls get a little antsy, as Jack married Bertha and your Junior followed suit early that spring. With a backup supply of shine and a still up and running, Howard got lonely out there you’re guessing. So many of his friends and family had died in the months of fighting Rakes, the boys he used to shine with were all gone. With Forrest and Jack married he felt the odd man out and surprised everyone by moving to Martinsville to work in the factories. He soon after found himself a wife and started a family, although not in that order.

With the still unmanned, the supply dwindles and with Jack taking over the farm, deciding to work in cattle and tobacco he didn’t have time to run it with a wife and trying to start a family. So the day came when you were down to just a few cases of shine in the storage shed. Forrest finds you standing in the doorway with your hands on your hips.

“Somethin’ wrong?” He asks, padding up begind you.

“We only got a few cases left, seems a shame to sell it all. Ain’t no more after this is gone.”

“You goin’ and gettin’ sentimental about the shine sweetheart?” He says with a smile you can’t see.

“I can’t help it.” You pout. “I don’t wanna think there’d be an anniversary where we couldn’t drink it together, ya know? It’s such a big part of what brought us together in the first place.” You explain with a voice that’s whinier than you intend it to be.

“Look at you, gettin' all sentimental on me.” He teases in an affectionate tone. “Let’s keep 'em if it means so much to ya.” He rests his hand on your shoulder. “We'll get some shine for the station from some of them young bucks that’s been makin' it. Won’t have to worry 'bout it being on us after that.”

“You really gonna sell something besides Bondurant shine in the station for me?” You turn to him with a thankful pout on your face, eyes welling up despite yourself.

“I think it was you that told me change ain’t gotta be a bad thing. It’s still Franklin shine." he says with a dismissive shake of his head. I reckon we’ve got more important things to worry about now don’t we?" He nods his chin down at you, hand reaching down to your stomach.

“Yeah. Reckon we do.” You coo up at him. ——————-

With the boys in for Thanksgiving, you’re amongst the new wives in the kitchen. Bertha is newly pregnant and you’re well into your second trimester, hiding under a loose dress and a cardigan of Forrests. You're feeling the tiredness as you work away in the heat of the kitchen. You decide to take a break from the kitchen as you’re feeling light-headed, taking your apron off and laying it over a chair on the back porch, lifting your hair up to let the cool air hit your neck, fluffing your dress to air it out as you lean back against the side of the station.

Howard comes out to smoke, a jar of the new shine in his hand and it’s almost like old times. He lights a cigarette and offers you one and you swat it away.

“No thank you Howard. Just came out to get some air.” You say with a tired sigh.

He studies you and tries to be sneaky about it, but he never is. “I know you ain’t supposed to say this to a woman, and I hope you take no offense but are you... pregnant Tawny?” He asks his eyes narrowed, noticing the signs from his own wife’s experience.

“None taken. And I look that way because I am.” You let out a chuckle and reach down to pull the flowy bottom of you dress tighter and rubbing your stomach to show the growing bump.

A slow but huge grin spread across his face, standing straight up and heading over to you quickly to squeeze you in a big hug. “I had no clue!” He says loudly. “You and Forrest never tell no nobody nothin’!” He laughs loudly, resting your feet back on the ground. “Christ... you havin' a baby!" he says in disbelief.

"Yeah, a baby, Howard." you chuckle and straighten your dress back down.

Having watched you come outside and hearing Howard's raised voice Forrest come out in protector mode, which he stayed in ever since you'd found out you were pregnant. He looks over at Howard from under a low brow.

Howard removes his hat and smacks it onto his leg. "You bastard, you didn't tell me!" he hisses, smacking his brothers arm with his hat.

Forrest turns his head to you, standing and looking sweet with your hand on your stomach with an annoyed but amused look on his face.

"He asked anyway... I didn't tell him." you say defensively, walking up to Forrest's side as he looks down at your stomach. "We knew they'd find out eventually." you say obviously with a shake of your head.

"I 'spose you're right about that too." he says a smile that's so subtle only you can read it.

Howard watches, his heart swelling with pride for his baby brother and his childhood friend as you kiss Forrest sweetly on the cheek and his eyes soften. It seemed that now everyone had settled down, shacked up and was ready to ride out another long winter. By springtime, there'd be a few more Bondurants in the world, waiting to raise whatever hell the next generation found it suited for them to get into. Same as it ever was, same as it'll always be.

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