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[voraciousvore]

The Tiny (Chapter 20)

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Content Warning: vore themes/ hard vore mention

Word Count: 3k

------ Chapter 20: Coexistence ------

I regret ever bringing up my own parents. I avoid the topic for weeks until Jackie confronts me directly about it, while I’m working on my computer. “Chester? Are you going to call your parents and tell them?” 

I stop typing with a sigh and massage my forehead. “Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea. I don’t want to put your safety at risk.” It pains me to admit that my parents would want to hurt Jackie. “I just… want us all to be a family together. I want you in my life completely. I don’t want to have to hide you from my relatives like I’m ashamed of you.” 

“I feel the same way, Chester. You don’t have to worry about me. I can defend myself with my magic if need be. And of course I’ll have you to protect me too.” 

“You… really mean that, Jackie?” Fatigued, I lay my chin on the desk and regard her closely. My brave little warrior looks up at me with glowing warmth in those soft eyes of hers, devoid of fear. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. A lesser human would be broken beyond repair by now, after everything that transpired. Jackie, however, is no ordinary woman. 

“Of course,” she confirms, petting my chin and gifting me a tiny kiss. 

“Alright. I’ll go call them then.” The words release from my lips as if another person is speaking for me. With my feet heavy as lead, I trudge over to the landline phone, bringing Jackie along for emotional support. I set her in my lap and dial the number I know so well, yet I rarely call. A trickle of cold dread drips into my core as the line rings. 

“Hello?” a deep, masculine voice answers, one that eats a hole in my heart. 

“H-hi Dad,” I stammer. 

“Chester.” His tone is flat and dead, lacking any fondness or enthusiasm. “Now this is unexpected. Haven’t heard from you in a while.” 

“R-right. Sorry Dad, I’ve been… busy.” I clam up, forgetting entirely how to speak. 

When I fail to follow up, my father punctures the silence with a harsh interjection. “What’s this about, boy? Speak up.” 

A drop of sweat rolls down my forehead. “Well Dad… I wanted to introduce you and Mom to someone. A girl I’m dating.” 

“Mmmm… it’s about time, Chester. You’ve been single too long. We can’t let our bloodline die because of useless sons.” 

Useless sons. The insult hits me like a gut punch. I’m always disappointing him, never good enough, never big or strong enough. I slump with humiliation. “Um… about that… the thing is…” 

He huffs and cuts off my rambling. “Whatever you want to say, you can tell me tomorrow. You can bring the little lady by to our house for supper. I’ll have your mother prepare a nice meal.” 

“Wait Dad-” Click. The dial tone grates my ear with a flat hum. I stare at the phone before placing it back in the receiver. Frustration boils over inside me. I hate the way he makes me feel—like I’m a pathetic, weak, repulsive little insect. “Goddammit!” I groan, rubbing my face with my hands. “Why can’t I ever get through to him?” I claw at my scalp as anxiety overshadows my anger. “What are we going to do now? We’re in so much trouble!” 

“Can you call him back?” Jackie asks, deeply unsettled by my reaction. 

“Even if I do, I don’t know if I’ll have the courage to tell him,” I admit sheepishly. “He’s going to kill me. He’s going to kill both of us.” 

“Calm down, Chester, you’re his son. It can’t be that bad,” Jackie quavers. I’m frightening her. 

“You don’t understand. My dad is… scary.” I turn white, frightened myself. Should I tell her everything? How he forced me to hunt and eat live humans, beating me senseless if I refused? How he reveled in catching them, scaring them, torturing them, biting off chunks of their flesh while they bled out and screamed for mercy? How he treated his victims as nothing more than brainless animals? How he constantly ranted about what despicable, deceitful little weasels humans were, all the wrongs they had done to him personally, how he took out his grudge on any humans that were unlucky enough to cross his path? Should I tell her? 

“He’s huge, even by giant standards. And he has a monstrous temper. He’s a violent man.” Jackie shudders. “When Jasper and I were young, he would beat us for the most trivial things we did wrong. He was always disappointed in us for taking after our mother. She’s smaller than him, and we turned out small too.” 

Jackie flinches, ever so slightly. “Can we just not go?” 

“No,” I say through gritted teeth. “If we don’t go, he’ll get suspicious. He’s going to find out either way.” 

Jackie chews on her lip. “What about Jasper? Maybe he could convey the message if you’re too anxious. We could at least invite him to come with us. For moral support.” I nod in agreement and call him up. 

He answers promptly, jovial as always. “Hey there ol’ Chestnut, to what do I owe the pleasure?” 

“I’ve made a terrible mistake, Jasper. I’ve invited myself to our parent’s house tomorrow for dinner. With Jackie.” Just saying it out loud makes me realize how stupid I am. 

Jasper gasps. “Why in the world did you do that? Do they know she’s a human?” 

“That’s the thing. I couldn’t bring myself to tell them. Do you think… you can call them up?” 

I know I’m asking a lot. I’m sure my brother is sweating as much as I am as the lull in conversation drags out. “I’ll try,” he finally utters. 

“Call me back when you’re done.” I hang up. “And now we wait.” I gently squeeze Jackie like a stress ball, fiddling with her to help calm myself down. She’s such a treasure. I don’t know what I’ll do if my father tries to hurt her. Standing up to him is impossible, but I know he’ll never approve of my relationship with a human. At best, we can establish an uneasy truce. At worst…  

I don’t want to think about that. 

“I suppose this was going to happen sooner or later,” Jackie points out. 

“Yeah.” She’s right, of course. “It would be much worse for them to drop in unannounced and find you here.” Jackie shivers at the thought, and I’m quick to comfort her with a protective embrace, wrapping my fingers around her. 

The phone startles me with a loud ring, and I swipe up the receiver before it can ring again. “Well?” 

“Well. I talked to Dad.” He leaves me in suspense with a long pause. “I told him that I went to your house, and met your girlfriend.” 

“And?” 

“And… I told him she was nice.” 

“And?!” 

“And pretty. And brave. And that she’s a good match for you.” 

I roar with exasperation. “So you didn’t tell him.” 

“Nope. Sorry, brother. I tried. I really did.” 

“Will you at least come to dinner tomorrow with us?” 

Jasper sighs. “Alright. I’ll meet you at your house.” 

“Thanks, brother.” I hang up and scoop Jackie off my lap. “We should probably get some rest. It’s going to be a rough day tomorrow.” 

Jackie prepares for the big event by using her blood magic to produce plenty of human meat, as treats to placate the appetites of the other giants. When the time creeps closer, I get increasingly agitated. I can’t sit still; I pace the room and pluck at my hair until my brother arrives. We hop in my car and go. Jackie rides on my shoulder and massages out the stiff knots in my muscles. I think to myself that I simply can’t live without her. We must undergo this impossible trial, and emerge victorious, for the sake of our happiness. 

The pit of dread inside me grows heavier as we pass through the gates to my parent’s estate. Jackie gapes in wonder at the lavish gardens, the farmland and livestock, the artificial lake supplied with fish, and above all the mansion my parents reside in, a great stone edifice like a castle. My feet feel like they’re encased in mud as I get out of the car and trudge to the front door, which looms over my head. I nudge Jackie off my shoulder and into my palm, holding her close. 

I lift the huge metal knocker and bang it against the door. Mammoth footsteps from within the bowels of the mansion thud towards us. Jackie shrinks deeper into the cup of my hand: She may be courageous, but she is not immune to fear. I share her trepidation as the door opens, and a giant among giants steps out to greet us. 

Ajax, my father. He looks almost the same as I’ve always known him, like an ancient being that defies the ages, sparing some gray wisps of hair streaking his sideburns and peppering his thick beard. He’s massive, tall and broad, thick and muscled in the chest and limbs, big and sturdy like an old oak tree. Even as a full-grown adult, my head only reaches his chest. His weathered skin is marred by a scar that runs from his forehead to his cheek, covered by an eyepatch hiding the empty socket. He narrows his singular eye as he regards his two sons cowering before him. 

“What is this? Where’s the woman?” he bellows, his bass voice resounding through our bones. We all remain frozen, unable to move or speak under the unbearable weight of his presence. He squints when he notices I’m holding something, and his face darkens with hatred. “Why did you bring a human here? Is it for dinner? Your mom already cooked something.” 

I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. I lick my lips, swallow the lump in my throat, and try again. “That’s… my girlfriend,” I squeak. 

He doesn’t seem to understand at first. We stand in place like statues, the world serene around us, as if trapped in a deadly enchantment. It’s the calm before the storm. His countenance cycles through shock, then disbelief, then a seething rage that threatens to burn our flesh away. I’ve seem that look enough times to know what comes next. 

“WHAT?!” he screams. Even though I expected his outburst, I still recoil in time with Jackie and Jasper. I reflexively clutch Jackie to my chest, concealing her from his wrath as his gaze pierces me like a white-hot laser. His fist raises above me, and I prepare myself. His knuckles collide with the side of my head, and my vision goes dark. 

I regain consciousness on the floor, unsure about how much time has passed. Panic surges through me and I try to get up, only to get slapped down by a tide of static. 

“Chester, are you alright?” Jackie asks with concern. Relief sinks into me. Jackie’s okay. She’s sitting on my chest, safe and sound. 

“Yeah,” I mumble. “I’m sorry, Jackie. I knew this was going to be a disaster.” 

“It’s okay,” Jackie responds, patting my sternum. She ducks down as the giant door behind her opens. It’s only Jasper, kneading a bruise on his arm. 

“You can come in now. Mom’s cooled him off a bit,” Jasper grunts. I make eye contact with Jackie, asking her silently if she wishes to proceed. She nods firmly. 

“Alright,” I groan, hauling myself to my feet through a ripple of dizziness. I stumble through the door into the foyer. To my relief, my father is nowhere to be seen. He probably receded further into the house to blow off steam. I enter the sitting room, where my mother is waiting for us. She’s different in every way from her husband: where he is tall, she is short; where he is broad, she is slender; where he is powerful and forceful, she is dainty and graceful. She glides over to me, but halts when she catches sight of Jackie. 

My mother, usually so welcoming of guests, stares down her nose at my girlfriend coldly. Jackie doesn’t retreat from her icy gaze, but shifts with discomfort in my palm. I clear my throat and attempt to diffuse the tension. “Mom, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Jaclyn. Jackie, this is my mother, Gwen.” 

“I-it’s nice to meet you… Gwen,” Jackie stutters in a high pitch. 

For a moment, I fear my mom will ignore her, but fortunately after a huff she answers. “Nice to meet you too. I just wish it wasn’t under these circumstances.” She waves her hand dismissively, as if disgusted. 

Rage bubbles in my belly. Poor Jackie is trying her best, despite how intimidated she is, and my parents refuse to have any civility. I know my father is a lost cause, but I expected my mother at least to have a better attitude and extend some politeness. “Mother, you’re being rude. I love her. If you can’t respect that, we are going to leave now.” 

Gwen’s eyes widen with surprise at my ultimatum. Ajax peers around the doorway and strides in when he hears my statement. His aura is suffocating; my heart palpitates weakly under the thick, heavy atmosphere. “You really mean that?” he growls. 

This time, I refuse to back down. “Yes. With all my heart,” I declare. I bristle, ready for another blow. Instead, he holds out his huge hand. 

“Let me see her.” The color drains out of my face. Jackie, too, turns pale as a ghost. “I won’t harm her. Give her to me,” he orders, aggressively putting out his hand again.  

I freeze up. I’ve seen my father literally tear humans to pieces, and I would never let that happen to my precious Jackie. However, while Ajax is many things, he’s also a man of his word. If he promises not to hurt her, she will be safe. I look down at her. Though I can plainly see she is terrified, she stands tall and defiant—well, as tall as a person less than the height of my finger can stand. 

The pride I feel for her outweighs my possessive uncertainty. My father, a noble and fierce warrior, will respect a fearless adversary. His larger, rougher, thicker hand makes mine look slim and dainty by comparison as our hands meet to allow Jackie passage. She climbs into his immense palm willingly, crouching in the center. She’s little more than a speck in the valleys of skin. 

I’m surprised how careful he is as he raises her to his face. I’ve never once seen my father be gentle with a human, but now he handles her with expertise, as if he’s done this many times before. I’m struck with the shocking realization that maybe he wasn’t always so barbaric to our miniature brethren.  

He holds her up to his eye and examines her closely. She stares back unflinchingly, though her body quivers in a fear response that seems beyond her control. As always, I’m struck by her remarkable courage, and Ajax is affected in the same way. He chuckles with a soft rumble as he observes the ferocity of such a diminutive being, paired with her shakiness. Jackie stiffens, unsure how to respond. 

Ajax’s face hardens into a more severe expression. Behind his eye, I can just make out a glimmer of deep sadness. “Do you know why I hate humans?” he asks. Jackie shakes her head. “They took my eye from me,” he explains, tapping his eyepatch, “and they took my home away. What do you think about that?” He frowns, the coals of his anger firing up again at old memories. 

Jackie, fully aware of her vulnerable position, measures out her words before answering. “I’m sorry that happened to you,” she states diplomatically. “It’s tragic the way things turned out. My hope is that giants and humans can live together in harmony. I’m in love with your son, and I want to stay with him here, in the Land of Giants.” 

Ajax stares at her pensively, at her firm and earnest expression, processing her response. His serious visage flickers into dying embers, then softens, as he accepts her. He hands her back to me. I snatch her up and clasp her against my chest defensively. Once she’s hidden from sight by my fingers, she slumps against me, trembling hard. I compress her gently for reassurance. 

“Let’s eat dinner,” Ajax grunts. He leads us all into the dining room, where we engage in an uncomfortable meal. I’m infinitely grateful to Jasper for his boisterous and cheerful talking that keeps the conversation flowing. I cut up a portion for Jackie off my own plate, but she struggles to eat or relax when surrounded by hungry, gluttonous giants. Fortunately, the hostility that was oozing off my parents from the beginning slowly transforms into resignation, perhaps even a tinge of curiosity. After all, a human would have to be very special, if not completely insane, to date a giant. My special little Jackie. I curl my fingers around her lovingly. 

The evening goes about as well as it possibly can, given the circumstances. We excuse ourselves after dinner, cutting the engagement short, a decision that I’m sure we can all agree on. I’m aware it will take some time for my folks to warm up to Jackie properly. I’m relieved the hard part is over as I drive home, with Jackie nestled in my lap.  

We did it. We cleared the final hurdle that was keeping us apart. Now we can be together, without tearing our families to shreds. Our separate spheres—big and small, giant and human, predator and prey—can come together in harmony. 

Final Chapter

[theroundbartable]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56068027/chapters/165483037

Chapter 25/26 of Second Chances

[imaginary-things-nothing-else]

Chapter eight is up!

no memes this week, sorry the chapter is too angsty to be funny :(

[baronessblixen]

O Holy No (9/10)

Today's prompt: sneaking around to put out gifts

Summary: Mulder and Scully finally exchange gifts. (wc: 1,080)

Tagging @today-in-fic

She’s preoccupied at Mass, thinking about Mulder back at the house, left to his own devices. He’s not alone as a few others have stayed behind, too. Mulder joked that he and the other heathens would find a way to stay busy while the rest of the family was out.

She’s still thinking about what he said at the gift exchange. About that one gift. She knows she shouldn’t be thinking about a purple dildo – or any sex toy for that matter – while at church, sitting next to her mother. But she can’t help it. By the end of the sermon, she doesn’t know what was being said, and she makes a mental note to go to confession in the near future to make up for it.

Back at the house, it’s late and quiet. Scully finds Mulder asleep on the couch and she says goodnight to her mother, Tara, and Bill. Once she’s sure they’re all upstairs, she joins Mulder on the couch, snuggling against him. He grumbles, and she waits to see if he’s woken up.

“Back already? What time is it?”

“Late. Do you want to go upstairs?”

“Um, no. I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but one of the kids threw up in your bedroom.” Scully grimaces. “So I said they should just stay up there and we’d take the couch.”

“Ever the hero, hm?”

“I try,” he says with a grin. He looks sleepy and she touches his face, following the lines she knows so well. “How was it?”

“I honestly don’t know. I wasn’t paying attention.”

“You rebel.” He grins.

“It’s your fault. I kept thinking about you.”

“If it’s any consolation, I was thinking about you the whole time too.” He proves it by gently kissing her and she forgets what they were even talking about. She lets herself enjoy their intimacy for a moment, knowing they can’t take it anywhere tonight while they’re sleeping on the couch.

“It’s because,” she says, breaking the kiss and licking her lips. “I was wondering if your mission was successful.”

“Mission purple dildo? It wasn’t.” Scully watches him, waiting for him to continue. “I have no idea who snatched it, but it’s gone.”

“Someone took it.” He nods. “You couldn’t find it anywhere?” He shakes his head no. “Must be an x-file.” His expression is so adorable that she just has to kiss him again.

“You know,” he says. “It’s after midnight.”

“And?”

“And that means it’s Christmas. Merry Christmas, Scully.”

“Merry Christmas, Mulder.”

“We can exchange gifts. Oh, wait. One of your cousins asked us – well, me to put out the last few gifts for the kids. One of them is getting a bike and he didn’t want them to know.” There’s a gleam in his eyes. He didn’t get excited earlier in the day, but he is now, and it touches her that he can’t wait to play Santa with her.

“Let’s do this.” They bring in the bike and several bags of gifts, tiptoeing around, closing every door as quietly as they can. Toodles follows them around, making it difficult to navigate around him. But they manage. They giggle as they listen for any sounds from upstairs but there is nothing. Everyone is fast asleep. They put out all the gifts, arranging them so the smaller kids can find theirs more easily. After, they share the glass of milk and the cookies the children left out. There’s a drop of milk on Mulder’s nose that Scully kisses away. He kisses her back, claiming he saw a crumb on her lips.

“Now we?” he asks her. “Unless you left your gift for me upstairs.”

“You’re in luck,” she whispers against his mouth. “I put it under the tree earlier. Let me get it.” She finds the gift easily enough, even now, and sits down next to Mulder on the couch, suddenly feeling nervous.

“You’ve already given me two gifts. And not to be corny, but being here is like a gift, too.” He gives her a peck on the lips. “Now it's my turn. I didn’t know where we’d- what we were. I got your gift before- I mean obviously I got this before everything happened.” Their fingers tangle as Mulder hands her the neatly wrapped present. It’s small. Scully doesn’t think he’d get her jewelry. It’s not a ring. Her curiosity gets the better of her and she starts unwrapping, Mulder’s eyes following her every move.

“Before you get your hopes up,” Mulder says. “It’s not a romantic gift.”

“It’s… a piece of paper?” She holds the folded piece of paper in her hand, staring up at Mulder.

“Read it,” he prompts. She unfolds it and at first, she doesn’t understand what it is. As she keeps reading, however, she gets it. She lifts her eyes, glancing at Mulder. “Not a Christmas present you get every day, is it?”

“Your will, Mulder?” She stares at the words in front of her that deem her the beneficiary of all his assets, including money and property. “What- what does this mean?”

“I realize now that I probably shouldn’t have given you this as a gift. I just wanted you to have it. All that is mine, Scully, is yours. Or will be once I’m dead.” Only Mulder would think of putting his will into a box and wrap it as a Christmas present. She doesn’t know what to say. Laughter bubbles up inside her, against all odds.

“I honestly don’t know what to say.”

“I’ll get you something better as a late present, I promise. But it’s important to me that you know this. It’s not something I just thought of. It’s been- it’s been you for a while.” His eyes are earnest. This is what he was going to give to her the night Diana set this curveball into motion. How would she have reacted to this days ago? She can’t say. She’s still holding on to it, slowly realizing what all of this means. He’s making it official. His lawyer knew before she did. And it’s the best and the worst moment to do what she’s been meaning to do for a while now.

“Mulder?” She wants his full attention. “I love you.” The three words fall from her mouth easily and the transformation on his face is worth it. Even if her heart threatens to jump out of her chest.

“I love you, too,” he says, and then she finds herself in his arms, the two of them just holding each other silently, bathed in Christmas lights. “Best present ever,” Mulder says a moment later, rubbing his cheek against hers. “You saying it out loud.”

“Out loud?”

“I heard you say it before,” he says. “But this is better. Way better. Thank you, Scully.” He leans in to kiss her, but she stops him.

“I have a gift you can unpack,” she says and the corners of his mouth tick up. “An actual gift, Mulder. Not me.”

“You are a gift.” He kisses her soundly, grinning. She decides to give him this moment and reaches for the last present she has for him. The one that’s not a gag gift. He mouths a thank you and doesn’t waste any time, tearing the paper. Once it’s unpacked, he stops and stares. He lifts his head and his eyes are full of tears. “I- I love it, Scully. How did you- where did you?” He’s a blubbering mess and while still holding his gift, he hugs her with one arm and she feels his hot tears against her skin.

“You like it?”

“Like it, Scully? I love it. It’s… I haven’t seen these pictures of me and Samantha in so long.”

“I asked your mom if she had a picture of you two together that I could get framed and she gave me several. I thought… you should have these memories. The good ones.” She watches Mulder trace the collage of him and Samantha. Mrs. Mulder must have sent her ten or twenty pictures, saying they were all copies and she shouldn’t think about sending them back cause she had her own.

So Scully got to work, cutting the pictures into hearts and shapes before she put them all together and had them framed. Mulder and Samantha didn’t have enough time together. Never will. But he’ll have this. A collage of so many moments they spent together. From the day Samantha was born up to her last birthday.

“I don’t know how to thank you,” Mulder says, wiping away his tears and then, a moment later, hers, too. “And after I gave you my will.” He laughs. “You sure you love me?”

“I’m sure, and Mulder, I’m so happy you like it.”

“Come here, you.”

They spend the rest of the night entwined. They share a few whispered words before they fall asleep in the glow of the Christmas light. All is quiet, and all is bright.

[croquettish]

Fandom: Stardew Valley

Pairing(s): Sebastian/Female Farmer, Sam/Alex

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 165,290

Summary: After playing Solarian with the boys, the farmer is determined to finally break through Sebastian's shell one way or another. Even if it means pretending to be someone else.

[radioactive-earthshine]

Relationships: Bart Allen/Kon-El | Conner Kent

Summary:

No suicide missions. No acceptable casualties. They were going to live.

Sample:

Thad didn’t have to wait long for Max and Helen to eventually decide that they needed to do something and they left together. 

Shopping. Groceries. Something of normalcy to bring into tragedy while his brother struggled to refrain from exploding in rage and grief.

Thad didn’t spend all those months studying Bart and his mannerisms without coming to an understanding of how his emotions worked and he found that he could predict with near perfect accuracy how he was feeling at any given moment. 

Sometimes, Bart surprised him.

The door to their room opened with a very slight squeak and Thad was awed to find the lights on and Bart furiously typing on a laptop, fully suited as Impulse. 

oh nass, Thad thought. “you really don’t want max to see you suited up, the doctor’s orders were pretty clear about your recovery.” 

“Bed rest. I know. I’m done with that,” mumbled Bart. 

“uh huh.” Thad strolled and stood next to him, his eyes landing the laptop screen where they widened. “you got into the league systems?!” 

“Grampa’s creds,” Bart deadpanned. “They never inactivated them when he died.” Click click click click.

“how the fuck do you know barry’s password?” 

The question made Bart pause momentarily in his furious navigation and he looked at his brother. “Oh, he wrote his League password on a piece of paper, and put it in an old comic. Wally gave me the comic and didn’t know the paper was in there…” They looked at each other for exactly three seconds, then he turned back to the computer and began working again. “It’s haliriswally56, by the way.” 

Thad refrained from insulting their dead grandfather out loud but he still thought the insult anyway. idiot. “anyone could have guessed that.” 

“Ngn,” Bart grunted. Bart was not a grunter or a mumbler and Thad frowned. 

“hey, what are you doing?” 

“Hacking the League systems.” 

“i can see that, but why?” Bart hated having his tasks interrupted, unless it involved food, but Thad persisted. “what are you looking for in the league systems, and don’t tell me ‘league information', i can see that, idiot.” Bart was starting to get agitated with the questioning, finally a predictable reaction. 

It was clear Thad was impossible to escape and Bart finally gave him a direct answer. “I’m trying to find the location of a Mother Box on Earth.” 

Thad already knew why he was looking for one, he didn’t need to ask. Instead he just looked at him. “that’s insane, even for you.” The comment made Bart’s lips twitch into the first smile he had since the night he almost died. 

“Impulsive, maybe?” 

“reckless, stupid, and moronic!” Thad argued and he knew it was going to push buttons. 

[ifyoucandaniel]

EEEEEEEEEEE @mysterycyclone

[arimakes]

I just shrieked with excitement. That chap was so sweet (mostly 👀) the slow burn is SLOW BURNING. Eddie get your ASS on a plane back home please 🥹

Alexa, play Slow Burn by Kasey Musgraves hehehehe I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter!! We're getting a much longer Eddie visit in '87 :)

[roccinan]

Chapter 3 of Ransom is finally up!

[roguepen]

Letters to MACUSA: Chapter 9

Has been posted!

[chloesimaginationthings]

Doey trio consider what to do about poppy playtime

[queen0fm0nsterz]

While I don't think Carol herself is the Roaring Knight, this was shady as fuck. After all that happened and how her return just casually coincided with the voice over the phone? The way she immediately kicked Susie out? There is no way she isn't involved, or at least doesn't know ANYTHING.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Soup solves everything.

[forgettable-au]

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 53-56)

DELIVERED.

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[blabberoo]

I am not ok

[chez-cinnamon]

Girl dad Kinger? How about girl dad Caine?

I gotta draw them interacting more, I live for their slow burn found father/daughter dynamic,,,,,,,,,