#twist's newsies au

[jack-kellys]

ur doing requests again. do you have any ideas for buzzfeed unsolved au or hunted au. if not feel free to ignore but if so…. god id love some unhinged javid

- @we-are-inevitable ✨

bringing nightposting back for hunted au

if u didn't know. i do/used to have a rly wild fic about a serial killer and the detective bound to fall for him (or vice versa).

[piedoesnotequalpi]

ok for the au thing !! i got Western AU and Dark AU !!

Thank you for the ask! I got distracted talking to my partner!

Anyway a bunch of this is yoinked from a book series I never finished due to it being a bit too politically conservative for my tastes (specifically the book Nowhere to Run) and I also spent far too much time browsing Wikipedia for locations. Not sure if this is what is meant by "dark AU" but it's late at night so

TW for some mild gore and death

Carbon County (MT; there's also one in Wyoming) game warden Jack Kelly was reassigned to temporarily work in Granite County, MT and he's finally almost due to go back to his normal post in Red Lodge. He'd left it in good hands--the Stillwater County game warden (Finch) and county sheriff (Charlie) have most of his duties covered and give him near-daily updates. But he'd rather be back in Red Lodge, where he knows most of the people and their habits and can use his friendship with Katherine, the editor-in-chief of the local newspaper, as an excuse to stop by the office and flirt with one of the staff writers.

However! The week before he's supposed to leave, he starts getting reports of disappearances and campsites being attacked and mysteriously murdered wildlife in Lolo National Forest, so he very reluctantly goes in to investigate. He has a penchant for getting caught up in far more murder mysteries than any self-respecting game warden should, so he's resigned himself to dealing with this nonsense yet again. On the other hand, despite the looming threat of who (or what) ever's behind all this, it is kind of nice to be out camping in the woods.

Jack had made plans with Sean Conlon, the game warden from the neighboring county, to separately make their way through the national forest (both on horseback) and meet somewhere in the middle, with the goal of covering more ground and hopefully finding more information about whatever's going on. But he's struggling to get a hold of Sean, so he resigns himself to investigating alone--he hasn't run into anyone so far--even though part of him knows he should turn back.

The day he decides to turn around, he finally finds Sean, accompanied by a backpacker with a mischievous smile who won't give his real name.

"I've been looking for you everywhere," Sean says. "We have murders to prevent."

"I've been helping," the backpacker says. "We have murders to prevent."

Jack is skeptical of the backpacker, but he's annoyingly charming and Sean seems to trust him, so what else is he supposed to do? They start investigating together, and the backpacker, who still won't give them a name beyond "Racer" and won't say where he's from beyond the UP ("What's that? The Union Pacific?" it's the Upper Peninsula of Michigan but Jack and Sean haven't paid enough attention to Michigan to realize that), brings them to a campsite, where they find a whole bunch of dead elk and also the bodies of a couple of the people who have gone missing. There aren't a ton of clues, but it's the first new information they've gotten the whole time, so they're feeling a little better about the whole thing. Being game wardens, they're used to seeing dead animals, but the decomposing human bodies are a little (a lot) unsettling.

The problem is, when they try to signal the local authorities with the location of the campsite, their radios keep running into technical difficulties. Racer seems unbothered by the whole thing, weirdly, but they decide to note the coordinates as best they can, keep going, and see if they can find anything else.

The thing is, Jack and Sean have been feeling the effects of all this time outside--they're getting sunburnt, they have scrapes everywhere, and they're definitely going to need a shower when they get back. After they find the campsite, they start to notice that Racer is as pale and clean and un-scratched as he was when they first met. And now that they think of it, they haven't seen him eat or drink anything the whole time he's been traveling with them...

And now they're in the middle of nowhere together, with malfunctioning communication gear, and it's been a week since they entered the national forest, and they haven't encountered any other living humans during that time.

[casp1an-sea]

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Okie, so first, I recommend all of the works of @piedoesnotequalpi (especially their Bachelorette AU, I literally love that fic so much), and also all of the writing of @pigeonwit, @loiteringandlurking, @livesincerely, @getyourpaybackwithsomepayback, and @saveugoodmadam! They are all literally such amazing authors, and every time I see any of them have posted a new oneshot/fic I scream with excitement.

Specific fic-wise, I fully recommend “how the body falls apart” by @.penny_core on Ao3. It’s a short-ish Sprace fic with fluff, angst, and smut (but the author does have a version of the fic published where there is no smut, you can find it on their profile). It was literally the fic that inspired me to start writing for Newsies- it’s just such an amazing piece of work, I love that fic with all of my heart.

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[riding-palominos-every-day]

Hyperfixation isn't back but I still think about the Spot and Elmer brothers AU a lot so here's another bit of writing for it

One thing every newsie in New York knew was to never get on the wrong side of Spot Conlon. Everyone knew what Spot was capable of if he felt he or one of his gang had been wronged, and when the Brooklyn leader was on the warpath you knew to steer clear.

Spot was currently on said warpath, and it was taking him over the Brooklyn bridge and straight to Duane Street.

"Kelly!"

Jack felt the whole building tremble from the force which the front door was opened with. Although 'opened' was something of an understatement; 'violently kicked in' would describe Spot's method of entry more appropriately.

"Easy, Spot. What's the problem?" Jack kept his tone light, trying to sound calmer than he felt.

"Y'know damn well what's the problem!" Spot snarled, stretching up to his full height and getting in Jack's face as best he could, "I ain't had much time to chat with your boys lately, thanks to your little speech at the rally, an' of course we've been busy since then, but d'you care to tell me why my little brother's head was wrapped up like that last time I saw him?"

Jack paused, choosing his answer very, very carefully. The knowledge that Elmer was Spot's younger brother was still a surprise, and it came with a whole host of trouble- for Jack, at least. Now the information was at least semi-common knowledge, Spot had no qualms marching over to Manhattan and making sure Elmer was being looked after properly whenever he felt like. He couldn't convince his brother to move back to Brooklyn with him, but he'd made it very clear to Jack what he'd do if anything happened to Elmer.

"The cops got involved during our first strike attempt, you know that Spot. Crutchie got arrested-"

"Yeah, yeah, like y'said, I know that." Spot interrupted, "Your boys got bloodied up pretty bad. What I wanna know is why you had the littluns involved. I'd rather die than let Vince or Pips anywhere near a proper fight. You took kids younger than them into a situation you knew could be dangerous."

Jack didn't have a response for that.

Spot nodded slightly, before pushing Jack roughly aside.

"Now let me see my brother."

Jack stayed out in the hall, his heart pounding. He almost wished Spot had gotten properly angry; he could handle being hit, even by Spot Conlon. It was the reminder he'd put his kids in danger he hated having to think about.

Elmer had been relatively unharmed aside from a cut on his head, but Jack had learned very quickly just how fiercely protective Spot was of his little brother. He prayed to no-one in particular Spot didn't inspect the still-healing injury too closely.

"Don't get mad at Jack, Spot. Please."

Elmer's voice drifted from the bunk room, breaking Jack from his thoughts. He didn't like to eavesdrop, but the fact Spot had left the door open implied they weren't too bothered about having a private conversation.

"I'll get as mad at him as I like." Came Spot's reply, "It's his job to be lookin' after you, not puttin' you in the path of strikebreakers or bulls. Lemme see that cut."

"I'm twelve, I don't need lookin' after! And I wanted to be there anyway." Elmer protested, attempting to push Spot's hand away from his head. The bandages were off and the cut was healing, but Spot still swore when he saw the size of the injury.

"Yeah, you're twelve. Still a kid last I checked." Spot muttered. He gave Elmer hair a brief ruffle before sitting back.

"You sure I can't convince you t'come over the bridge? You'd still be allowed to come visit here, and I'd-"

"I'm sure, Spot." Elmer's tone wasn't unkind, but it had an edge of finality, "These guys took me in, I... I don't wanna just up and leave. We both know how hard that is. I appreciate your offer, you know I do, but..." He trailed off, unable to find the right words.

Spot wrapped an arm around him pulling him close to his side. In most cases Elmer would squeal and twist away, but this time he let himself lean against his older brother.

"I get it. I don't mean t'fuss over you so much." He said, "Well... I do, but that's 'cause it's my job. You're my brother, I'm s'posed to look out for you."

Elmer shifted closer, relaxing.

"I'm glad you're my brother."

[newsies-squared]

Intro post

Hello! Newsies-Squared is a shared tumbler account that focus on cards and stillts Newsie headcanons,Aus,fanfics,and whatever else our twisted minds come up with.

Mod: Cards (Lithuanian-king)

Pronouns:he/it

Favorite Newsies:knobs,mush,kid blink,ritz, smalls,and Oscar delancey (I know he doesn't count,but shhh)

Favorite shows:little shop of horrors,25th annual putnam County spelling bee,puffs,ride the cyclone,and of course newsies.

Sign off: 📰

Mod: Stilts (the-genderfluid-kony)

Pronouns: Ask me!

Favorite Newsies: Davey, Jack, Barney Peanuts, Race, Crutchie, Mike, JoJo

Favorite musicals: Newsies, Company, Billie the Kid, Sweeney Todd, Jagged Little Pill, Moulin Rouge, Ride the Cyclone, Hadestown, Some Like it Hot, Great Comet

Sign off: 🗞️

Extra: There’s no stilt emoji so have a newspaper

[kay-elle-cee]

omg hi Kelsey omg omg omg for the wip tag NEWSIES AU PLEASE this has elevated my heart rate significantly just reading the title

oh my god clare THANK YOU 😂

Ok so I'm obsessed with Newsies and Katherine/Jack always SCREAM Jily to me so while I don't have any snippets/haven't started writing this....I CAN tell you that it is FULLY outlined.

It'll also have a twist of being a magical AU without the Statute of Secrecy, and while the James/Jack and Lily/Katherine parallels are obvious, I'm drawing the similarities between Remus/Davey and Sirius/Crutchie (unexpected I know but I have THOUGHTS)

I'm so excited to get around to working on this eventually! Here's a fun non-spoilery snippet from my outline:

TY again friend <3

Ask me about my WIPs!

[k0uhi]

akito's day off

fandom: project sekai tags: newsie au inspo: let's study hard!an; vivid old tale!akito; polyvbs

akito leaves the shop feeling not-quite energized. the newsie hasn't left her house yet, he's made sure since sending the pigeon. he wants to go over, now, the thrum of something to do hovering in his fingers, but he stops himself, waiting for the return.

after the few minutes which felt like an hour, the dastardly bird returns, a small rolled up scroll on its leg. an hates formalities as much as he does, and she has never bothered sending a real missive. he expects no different this time around, and he is greeted with, "busy."

he growls in frustration, tearing the paper in half. busy! since when has she ever been busy! the last time she had been so preoccupied was when the circus came to town and she had been running all over the place to get the details on what was happening. (not like it mattered in the end, since the troupe leader had come knocking on the shiraishi's door well past dark, asking where their top journalist was to write a segment on them, immediately.)

toya was out of town, visiting the conservatory for some endeavor of import. it is an understatement to say that he felt rather incomplete. kohane was busy too. an had been bemoaning that their beloved partner was travelling somewhere with her family for the following week for a wedding. it meant no seeing each other, and more importantly, no practice.

the shop was fine without him for the moment. his sister could man the shop alone, and she was usually busy with her attempts at art than arrangement. their parents were tending the gardens. all three had noticed akito's tension, and told him to walk off his restlessness, but there was no fighting with what he cannot control.

he wanted to sing.

the thought ate at him, his throat itching with the need to do more than just speak his standard phrases. there was a melody in the air that he had been trying to catch all morning, but he had been distracted with his responsibility to tend to the shop.

he glanced down the plaza. for the mid-afternoon foot traffic, it wasn't bad. he could run off to their alley, but going there alone felt wrong, somehow. he couldn't pester an if she already said she was busy, unless he really wanted to get into another fist fight with her.

it's been five months since the last incident, let's not.

he was contemplating on visiting a cafe instead when someone taps him on the shoulder.

he jumps and swivels around to meet face to face with kamishiro. akito scowls.

"my, what a charming face."

"what do you want, detective."

"good afternoon to you too, mr. shinonome. it's a pleasant day."

akito crosses his arms. "what do you want detective? as you can see, i am not in possession of any of those contraptions you call efficiency devices."

kamishiro laughs, the nerve of him. akito doesn't budge, watching warily as the officer retrieves a slip of paper from his waistcoat and extends it towards him. akito waits. there is no way that it wasn't secretly a prank or something. the last time this happened, glitter exploded in his face, and kamishiro took off laughing.

"Ah, shinonome, i am hurt that you don't trust me," kamishiro says. akito would believe it if not for the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. "won't you take my token of friendship?"

akito taps his foot. "does detective tenma know you're here?"

"yes, but he's been rather down ever since the young aoyagi had departed for the conservatory." akito tries not to react to that. seeing akito's face twist, kamishiro smirks openly and waves the slip of paper again. "don't you want to know what your young lady has sent?"

he twitches. then, after a moment of trying to decide if kamishiro had been messing with him, snatches the paper from his hand.

"lovely, my hand was just getting tired." akito ignores this, and unfolds the paper with some care. an? but she just sent a pigeon. kohane? they had just seen each other a few days ago, before her travels.

the note was short, a quick but neat scrawl of well wishes from kohane. she wanted him and an to consider the possibility of integrating something new in their performances. that being, instrumentals than just their pure voice. akito frowns. he reads the note once, twice, and then again for the third time in case that he misread something.

"where'd you get this?"

kamishiro, who had just been standing before him all this time, brandished his hands like he was trying to erase something in the air. the performativity was not appreciated.

"detective tsukasa had received a missive from his sister earlier today, informing him of her travels. it seems that she had crossed paths with miss azusawa's family, and had performed with her. enclosed in her letter was miss azusawa's note."

"and you just had the time to deliver this to me?" akito asked in confusion. kamishiro and tenma were, despite their reputation as the academy's most troublesome graduates, the top officers in the area. no way that kamishiro would've been assigned to do a measley delivery job, from tenma no less.

kamishiro snorts, but covers it up with a small laugh. "why, you must flatter yourself."

"you—!"

"i am currently on patrol," he says like akito hasn't said anything. "and the shinonome flower shop is within the range of the plaza. i volunteered, since i was already on the way."

"oh, well." he shifts uncomfortably. "thanks, i guess."

"It's a pleasure, mr. shinonome." kamishiro lifts his cape like an actor and bows, pretentiously. akito does not hide exactly what he thinks about that as kamishiro laughs all the way back into his routine.

consider instrumentals, ah.

he was not averse to the idea, truth be told. the issue comes in with gramophones and vinyls being expensive, old, and impractical to carry around. toya could play the violin, and both him and kohane know how to play piano too. an wasn't half bad with a guitar, though she preferred singing. akito too, was much too dedicated to voice than holding any other instrument. would it mean that kohane wanted to bring in a band? akito could feel the displeasure curl into him.

he'd bring it up with an, later. for now, he might as well look for an audience.

[heylittlestellbird]

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ᯓ★ 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀!˚｡— free palestine, Straight Ally, She/Her, sixteen. september Virgo, History/Mythology Kinnie, Hispanic/Mexican/Palestinian, child of Apollo, writer, devout catholic,high school junior

[LOVES] ᡣ𐭩 Ride the Cyclone ᡣ𐭩 The GCU ᡣ𐭩 Writing ᡣ𐭩 hazbin hotel ᡣ𐭩 Angels ᡣ𐭩 pjo/hoo ᡣ𐭩 History ᡣ𐭩 Mythology ᡣ𐭩 Catholocism ᡣ𐭩 Books ᡣ𐭩 Booktok ᡣ𐭩 Sailor Moon ᡣ𐭩 Law and Order ᡣ𐭩 Musicals ᡣ𐭩 True crime ᡣ𐭩 Forensics ᡣ𐭩 Pyschology ᡣ𐭩 Singing ᡣ𐭩 Electric Guitar ᡣ𐭩 church history ᡣ𐭩 Theater ᡣ𐭩 TLOKD ᡣ𐭩 my Rtc Kids AU ᡣ𐭩 Nerdy Prudes must die

Books -> [series] The inheritance games, shatter me, the folk of the air, the twisted series, Kings of Sin, Off Campus Series, PJO, HOO, TOA, Dreamland Billionares, Lakefront billionares, when in rome series, Aru Shah and the end of time, The Summer I turned Pretty, A touch of darkness, Dark Olympus, A good girl's guide to Murder [standalones] Better than the movies, if he had been with me, Icebreaker, Girl Abroad, A Thousand Boy Kisses, Keykeyi, Underneath the sycamore tree, Circe, the song of achilles, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, daisy jones and the six

Music -> Taylor Swift, Melanie Martinez, Mitski, Lana Del Rey, Gus Halper, Jeremy Jordan, Chaz Duffy, Sierra Boggess, Selena Quintanilla, Stromae, Panic! at the Disco, Queen, the Beatles, Sera Myu, Fleetwood Mac, Marina, SZA, Renee Rapp, Tiffany Tatreau, Guns and Roses, Queen, The Beatles,

Musicals -> Bonnie and Clyde, Ride the Cyclone, Heathers, Mean Girls,Hamilton, team Starkid, Rent, Six, In the Heights, The Great gatsby, Alice By Heart, Little shop of horrors, Death note the musical, phantom of the opera, newsies, jesus christ superstar, hadestown, joseph and the amazing technocolor dreamcoat

Movies/tv shows -> Law and Order True Crime: the Menendez murders, Love Life, Dickinson, Holler, Barbie: the movie, K-12, PJO, Law and order svu, hazbin hotel, Bridgerton, passion of the christ, daisy jones and the six, Emily in Paris, The Summer I turned pretty, the chosen, SMASH, supergirl,

Misc -> Mischa Bachinski, Electirc Guitars, Writing, Collecting CDS, New York City, traveling

❝𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑙𝑙 𝐿𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑙𝑢𝑒𝑠 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑀𝑎𝑦 𝐿𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡. ❞ ₊˚⊹

[little-bit-of-cinnamon]

The Romance of Uncertainty - Javid

Javid Modern Au 

1.5k Words

David never dreamed of his future wedding, marriage had no appeal to him. Or it didn’t, until now. 

David never dreamed of his future wedding. He didn’t like being the center of attention for too long and even though his family and friends were accepting, the religious side of him never really came to terms with his sexuality. A wedding would make it too real.  He’d been to weddings before and he was always happy for the newlyweds but he never enjoyed them as much as he wanted to.

They're so final. Making a decision that’ll last a lifetime. Why would he fantasize about marrying a faceless man who he hasn't met yet, who he could never really know is the “one”?

The idea scared him. Or it did until the faceless man grew a face. Jack Kelly’s face to be exact.

David knew that he would want to spend his life with Jack and he knew Jack felt the same. He didn’t need a ring to prove it. He feared that making such a final commitment would ruin what the had. Ruin the excitement and ruin the lust. They’ve been together for six years already, he would know if it wasn’t going to last.

Jack, on the other hand, was a romantic. He’d write poems about Davey if he could but all his attempts lead to crumpled notebook pages and frustrated scribbling. He was never good with words. So he stuck to drawing, to painting, to ways he could comfortably express his love for Davey. He constantly posted photos of David on his social media, gushing about how lucky he is. He was ready to buy a ring after mere months of dating.

Jack had no fear of ruining what they had. He wanted to finalize things. Make them real. But if Davey wasn’t ready, if Davey was never going to be ready then he’d have to respect that. He couldn’t let their differences get in the way of their future. And that was fine, really.

Even weddings make Davey uncomfortable. He’s unbelievably proud of all his friends who have gotten married, so happy that they’ve found the person to spend their lives with. It’s just that sitting there, next to Jack, knowing that he could never give Jack the happiness that the newlyweds radiate when standing at the altar upsets him. Jack always goes on and on about how “It was beautiful, Dave.” or “Did you see how Race started crying? He’s so in love.” Jack loved it, and he couldn’t give that to him. A ceremony in which you give your life to somebody else is terrifying, not romantic. He didn’t want to sit in an uncomfortable folding chair on some lawn and watch it happen. There’s no appeal.

The only appeal is Jack, sitting next to him at the head table with the rest of the bridal party. Jack turned toward Davey, resting his knee on Davey’s thigh, foot on his own seat. His deep green bowtie bringing out the green in his hazel eyes. Now that was appealing.

David couldn’t tell is this wedding was better or worse. It was the same decent food and music he didn’t recognize. The same guests, his same date. But the brides were different. Sarah and Katherine. That was the kicker.

Davey was always close to Sarah, much closer than any of his friends had been with their siblings. And Jack and Katherine shared this exceptional bond, like maybe they were the real soulmates. They were all so close, this wedding should have been fine, been perfect.

But his family is here. He’s had to introduce Jack to more relatives than he could remember he had. All the second cousins and great aunts and other relatives that he wouldn’t see outside of an occasion like this.

And Jack was so good about it which made it even worse. He would charm his old aunts and shake hands with his uncles in the perfect Jack Kelly gentleman way. It made it even harder to dodge the “Now, David why isn’t there a ring on this boy’s finger?”’s and the “I’m sure your wedding will be next.”’s. There was only so much smiling and nodding a guy could do.

Don’t get him wrong, he was so happy for his sister. Anything that made her happy was good in his book. And he loved Katherine, it was perfect. He wasn’t heartless. He knew that to most people marriage is beautiful. That committing yourself to the love of your life was thrilling in a good way, but that just wasn’t how Davey saw it.

And, okay, maybe the wedding was beautiful. It seemed that their vows alone proved that love is real. And yeah, Davey could see himself saying something like that to Jack, promising to love him forever.  And maybe it would be nice if all his family and friends could celebrate their love.  Maybe. Just because he knows he will love Jack forever doesn’t mean he wants to turn it into a legal commitment.

But now was their first dance and David could see all the love in Sarah’s eyes and his heart swelled. They looked gorgeous, grinning to each other like they have some kind of secret, despite all their loved ones being here to celebrate with them. David looked over to Jack, whose body was still turned to Davey, but turned his head to watch the newlyweds. Davey could see the tears in Jack’s eyes. Grinning so wide his eyes wrinkled in the corners. He knows that Jack wants this for himself some day.   

And, yeah, Davey could see it. The two of them alone on the dance floor. In a full room, feeling as if they’re the only people in the world. He wouldn’t be opposed to that, per say.

The dance ended and Katherine and Sarah made their way to the table and the guests clapped softly.  Sarah took the seat to Davey’s left, but has yet to acknowledge her brother, all the attention focused on her bride.

“Is it everything you imagined it would be?” Davey asked her.

She turned, looking like she just awoke from a daydream, “I couldn’t imagine a better feeling.”

And now Davey was really thinking about it. How it would feel to call Jack his fiance, his husband. What cake they would have, what music they would play. How would be his best man and- oh my god, Davey wants to get married.

He does, doesn’t he? He wants to be Jack’s groom. He wants to propose, to dance with his mother, with Medda. He wants all his friends to come and see how in love he is. This isn’t a scary commitment, it’s a beautiful proclamation. A way to scream “I love Jack Kelly” out to the world, for everyone to know. He wants to buy a ring, to wear a ring.

Jack turned back in his chair to face the table when their meals came. David reached down and pulled Jack’s chair closer by the leg.

“Someone’s clingy tonight. What’s going on, Davey.”

“It’s nothing,” Davey kissed Jack quickly on the cheek. “I just love you.”

“Since when did weddings make you soft?”

“Since I realized I want to have one of my own.” Yep, he just did that.

“David Jacobs, are you proposing to me at your sisters wedding?” Jack looked shocked, but excited.

“No, no I’ll do that later. Buy a ring and all that. But I just wanted you to know that it’s in the picture.”

“Wow, I don’t even know what to say.” Jack grinned and kissed Davey briefly, before pulling back to ask, “What changed your mind?”

“I never wanted to get married because I was afraid of commiting to someone. I didn’t want some legal proclamation to tell me that I would be with someone for the rest of my life.” Davey paused and just looked at Jack, a single tear rolled down his cheek. “But that’s not what it’s about, is it? I love you so much and I want to be able to show everyone how much you mean to me, how much we mean to each other. I am already so committed to you, Jack. Let’s celebrate.”

“Are you sure you aren’t proposing? It sounds a whole lot like a proposal.” Jack acted smug but he was crying too.

“No, I’m gonna do this right. I want to treat you, surprise you.” Davey was already planning the perfect proposal in his head.

“This is a pretty big surprise already, Dave.”

Davey saw Sarah and Katherine approaching the table after making their rounds to their guests. They’d be coming back to eat now.

“Act casual, proposing at a wedding is the asshole move of the century.” David turned back to his food, cutting into his chicken as if nothing had happened.

“I thought you weren’t proposing,” Jack smiled back up at Davey.

“Shut up before I take it back.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Jack knew Davey was in too deep.

“No, I wouldn’t.”

[jack-kellys]

i’ve had this weird totally not properly thought out au idea that is like. not exactly a hotel california au. but like… also a hotel california au.

like a weird town au but in one building and literally no one can leave/no one knows they can. also not everyone is exactly real or tangible, only some ppl, who have been there so long that they aren’t sure they’re real anymore either.

so i guess. in a sick & twisted way it’s giving percy jackson lotus hotel but without the camp and with more supernatural forces and mind bending shit ?? idk i’ve literally never put this idea into words before actually

[piedoesnotequalpi]

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(Answer to a very belated AU combo ask game)

Okay I am so sorry this took so long to answer, unfortunately the brain gremlins went on strike :( But I'm here now! This is why I asked you to pick a genre the other night!

Anyway, I guess genre twist just means. same story, new genre? And you gave me urban fantasy, so here goes.

I think this is going to be a world where some people have powers or are human/[something] hybrids (werewolves, etc.), and many of those people are not treated very well. Given that it's a 21st century AU, I don't think it would make sense for the newsies to still work as newsboys, but there would be similarly terrible pay and hours - most of them are magical beings of some sort, and given their age combined with the fact that most magic users/human hybrids face a lot of discrimination, they can really only work awful jobs that pay cash under the table.

Anyway, Davey enters the picture for the same reasons as the original plot (his father getting injured on the job), but maybe he's in a situation where he is a magic user but has been trying really hard to hide it so he can make it in the world? And then pretty soon after Davey joins the group, their employer announces that they'll be taking a bigger chunk out of their pay for tax reasons or whatever (even though they get paid under the table), so the newsies decide to go on strike.

Katherine is still Pulitzer's daughter, but instead of being a journalist I think she works in something to do with unionization/labor relations/non-discrimination clauses, so when it comes out that she's Pulitzer's daughter, Jack thinks she was trying to union-bust from the inside (she wasn't, obviously). But since there still needs to be newspaper coverage of some sort, we'll throw Denton in here just for fun - Katherine is someone he works with pretty regularly when reporting, and he wouldn't get most of the stories he gets without her.

The rest of the plot would be...fairly similar to the original? I'm stuck at home today because I'm sick, so sorry if none of this makes sense.

[somedayonbroadway]

ngl i’m obsessed with the idea of a sleeping beauty (sprace) au

Sleeping Beauty AU

Well then I hope you enjoy this working first chapter. To be honest, it came as a shock to me too. I hope you enjoy!

It was a party, a huge celebration spreading throughout the kingdom, far and wide. Everyone was invited and welcome to meet the new pride and joy of Manhattan. There was an orchestra inside in the throne room, playing a lullaby as a newborn baby wailed in his crib.

Jankin stood over the babe, watching him with a distinct curiosity. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this close to a human child, so small and vulnerable. The boy was sobbing and Jankin had half a mind to use his wand to get the boy to sleep until those crystal blue eyes caught sight of him. The sobs quieted down and those tiny hands gasped at the air between him and the fairy above him. The child babbled and wiggled around, making Jankin tilt his head.

“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” the queen whispered beside Jankin who was yanked out of his thoughts to nod.

“Yes, my queen,” he smiled forcefully. Jankin had never been one to smile much. He wasn’t here for pleasantries or chocolate. The fairy was here to protect, just as he’d been doing for years. “Beautiful.” And small, and vulnerable. The young fairy had no idea how humans grew up without magic. This child wouldn’t last a day if it weren’t for the blessing Jankin would soon bestow on him.

“Oh, here comes his betrothed,” the queen smiled eagerly as a young boy from the neighboring kingdom of Brooklyn, no older than five, grimaced over the child in the crib, clearly disgusted by him in some way. Jankin did not know why, but was suddenly overwhelmed with anger at that little prince who didn’t know any better. With a small wave of his hand, unnoticed by the lot, the fairy sent that young boy’s scarf over his eyes and turned him around. Though the queen saw nothing, she laughed. “Jankin, he’s only a boy. No need to punish him for things he can’t understand.”

The young fairy only shrugged. “A little mischief might make him at least more interesting than his father,” he joked, making the queen laugh.

“My people!” the king shouted over the mess of noise. The musicians stopped playing immediately and everyone looked to the king, waiting for what he was about to say. Jankin watched the queen scoop up the new prince of Manhattan, cradling him like he was the most precious thing in the world. “My queen and I would like to thank you for celebrating this joyous occasion with us. We would like to officially introduce you to your prince, the most beautiful child I have ever laid eyes on.” Jankin looked around as he felt a chill in the air. His eyes narrowed a bit at the walls. For a moment they seemed to close in on him. “For the first time, let me present Prince Anthony Isaac Higgins!” The kingdom erupted into cheers as the child was laid back down in his cradle. “Now we shall humbly accept the gifts our beloved Jankin has wished to bestow upon the child…”

When the fairy heard his name, he snapped back to reality, standing over the child who stared at him with wonder. Jankin pulled out his wand slowly and began to whirl some magic around the boy, watching as the child’s eyes followed his every move. For a long moment, the young fairy studied the child. He began to sing over him and the whole room began to dim, like Jankin and this little prince were the only two people in the room. The creature’s soft voice was mesmerizing and indescribable. Everyone leaned into the scene to try and hear the words he whispered over the boy in a language they couldn’t understand. The newborn was calm, accepting the magical gifts he was given, before all the goodness was sucked out of the room in an instant.

Every light in the room went out as the wind was swept from Jankin’s lungs, making him gasp. He whirled around, his wand at the ready. But just as he whipped the thing back to cast a spell, something wrapped around his wrists, beginning to pull him backwards. The young fairy struggled as the wand was snatched from his hand and black vines tangled their way around his body, winding their way even around his neck and mouth and waist to pull him back into the wall behind him. Jankin was so busy panicking that he didn’t even hear the baby crying or the king and queen screaming for the guards that were easily thrown backwards by one flick of a dark creature’s fingers. The vines began to strangle him, like they were trying to suck the soul out of him. And when the fairy could finally open his eyes, he was met with those of a demon standing before him, dark and soulless. “That ought to hold you,” came the dark grin of the kingdom’s worst nightmare.

Across the lands, he was known only as The Spider. The Spider was a dark soul, one that had once been a friend to this land before he turned to his evil ways, striking terror in the people of this precious land, fear for their loved ones when The Spider had ruled. Jankin winced when he thought of the scars on the old fairy’s back where his wings once laid. He closed his eyes when he felt the Spider’s breath on his face. “Little Jankin, all grown up, are we?” the dark creature chuckled. “Fear not, for you will soon realize what these humans are as I once did. Nothing but little vermin beneath your feet.” There was a wretched evil smell on The Spider’s breath and Jankin swallowed hard, trying to Will his magic to cut through these vines. He wasn’t strong enough. They were slowly killing him.

While The Spider was watching him slowly fade, Jankin watched out of the corner of his eye as the queen made a dash for her baby. It was enough movement for The Spider to turn and laugh as he grabbed his own wand, sending a jagged glass wall up from the floor in between a mother and her child. “Now, now, your highness,” The Spider chuckled. “I was quite distressed when I did not receive an invitation to meet the new prince of my own kingdom—“

“This land does not belong to you!” the king shouted. “It will one day be in the hands of our child.”

The queen stared at The Spider with wide eyes. “We mean you no harm,” she pleaded in a breath. “Please do not lay a hand on my child.”

The old fairy smiled, glancing at Jankin in amusement. “Have you ever held one? They’re just as fragile as glass. One wrong hand and they shatter,” he explained before turning back to the child as Jankin struggled to keep his eyes open. “Fear not, your highness, for I shall not lay a single hand on the boy.” The reassurance sounded more like a threat. “In fact, I came here to grant the child a gift.”

The only thing anyone heard in the room was a panicked Jankin trying to breathe as the vines curled tighter and tighter around him. The child beneath The Spider whined a bit, babbling and reached up at the air before him. The Spider gave a grimace of disgust as the boy looked at him. He circled the small cradle like a lion stalking it’s pretty before he lifted his wand. Then he turned to face the crowd. “Listen well, all of you!” The queen didn’t move, only having eyes for her baby. The king had a hand on his sword, though he could not get to the demon. “This child shall grow to have a wonderful life,” he announced to the kingdom, whirling his wand over the babe’s head. “He shall grow in beauty, with a voice like silk and skin soft to the touch, the most beautiful boy anyone has ever seen.” Jankin could hardly breathe now. He was trying to get loose. He managed to open up his hand for his wand and begin to summon the thing to him. “He will grow up, loved and adored by all who meet him. However,” the dark fairy chuckled. “Before the sun sets on his sixteenth birthday, he will prick his finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel, and die!”

“Seize the creature!” the king cried, running his sword through the glass to break it just as Jankin’s wand reached his hand and he was able to break free from the vines and breathe. He whirled his wand and brought his magic down right where The Spider stood, only for the dark creature to vanish in a green haze right before the kingdom’s eyes. Jankin reached up for his neck and collapsed to his knees as he caught his breath.

The king’s boots stopped in front of Jankin who tried to catch his breath. It was no secret that the king had his ideals about fairy creatures. The young fairy bowed before him, though it wasn’t as if he had much of a choice as he tried to breathe. “Seize this creature,” the king ordered and Jankin tensed before a cry rang out.

“No!” the queen yelled, holding her baby in her arms. “My love, you leave him alone. He has done nothing wrong!”

Jankin craned his head to see the queen above him, holding her child as though it may be the last time she ever held him. Jankin had tears in his eyes. He shook his head. “I can’t take back the curse,” he admitted immediately, knowing that may be his only source of redemption. “No curse can be stopped, I am so sorry, my queen.”

The young queen had tears in her eyes and she looked down at her son, kneeling before Jankin, offering him the child to hold. The young fairy looked up at the king in fear but cautiously reached for the child, not having the slightest clue how to hold him. The baby fussed in his arms and the queen wiped at her own tears. “Is there nothing we can do?”

The Spider was right. This child was like glass, like any one wrong move and it would be over. So Jankin held him carefully, lifting up one hand over the boy’s face. It was soft magic, magic he knew would make the boy feel happy for at least a moment. The king reached for his sword, but the queen stopped him, standing between him and the fairy that she loved dearly. Jankin only had eyes for the boy. “For a child too beautiful to die so young, I will protect him with all I have,” prayed, whirling his hand in front of the boy’s wide, crystal blue eyes. “On the night of his sixteenth birthday, though he may prick his delicate finger, he will only fall into a sleep he cannot awake from until the kiss of true love comes to save him. Love will conquer all, my prince,” he assured, sealing the gift with a small kiss to the baby’s forehead.

With tears in his forest eyes, Jankin looked back up at the queen. The king was angry. He looked around at the kingdom. “Every spinning wheel shall be burned tonight! Gather all you have and set them aflame says your king!” he ordered. It was all the kingdom needed to begin rushing out of that room. The queen just helped Jankin to his feet and guided him into a quieter room behind the stairs, tears in her eyes as she closed the door.

“You must take him,” she insisted. “Far, far away from here, you must!” The queen was terrified, shaken down to her core.

Jankin’s breath caught in his throat. “My queen, you are not thinking clearly, I cannot care for this child, I am not a house fairy—“

“I know that, my love,” she whispered. “I know that. But you are his best chance.”

Jankin stopped, stepping closer to the queen. “Katherine, I am not your love,” he whispered back. “I don’t know how to care for a human child, and the king will not stand for it.” Jankin was inches from the queen’s face. He wished he could kiss her and make the world go away, make time stop for just a minute, only a single moment and maybe everything would feel a little bit better but he couldn’t do that. He knew he couldn’t do that.

The queen’s eyes bore into him, though, and Jankin swallowed hard. “Do you remember when you used to pretend you were human? When we were young? Jack Kelly, you called yourself, the boy from a far away land. You would hide your wings beneath a long coat and we would run and play together without any fearful guards coming after us.” The memories used to bring Jankin joy, now they just made him sad as he knew Katherine realized how scared he had been when he was a young boy. “This child should be yours. We both know that,” the queen whispered. “So now I am asking you to take him away from this place, back to a better one. Your secret cottage, until he grows to live past his sixteenth birthday. If he is not in the kingdom on that night, maybe he will be spared. You’ll take him somewhere The Spider will never look.”

Jankin shook his head. “We were kids, my queen. I have never lived in hiding, and The Spider will follow my magic, he knows how to track it—“

“Then don’t use magic,” the queen pleaded.

Those words cut down deep somewhere in Jankin’s chest. “Don’t use magic?” he scoffed, feeling a tear crawl down his cheek. “I have never lived a life without magic, I c-can’t—“

“You are his only chance,” Katherine insisted. “You and I both know that…” Jankin’s bottom lip trembled as he looked down at the child in his arms. “Jack Kelly, I need you. Anthony needs you.” She got down on her knees and bowed her head. “For as long as I have known you, you have protected me, now I beg you to do the same for him, my dear fairy. Protect my child.”

Jankin stared down at the queen and then back at the baby. He knew he didn’t have a choice. “What of the king?”

“He will agree.”

“Then stand up and let me look at you one more time,” Jankin begged.

So Katherine looked up at him and before she could even stand, the fairy was on his knees and their lips were locked to each other as tears streamed down their faces, but eventually the queen pulled away. “You must go now. The kingdom must not see you. No one shall know where the boy is. Not even me. Your secret cottage in the woods, I don’t know where it is, but I know he will be safe there. Go, my love. Go and don’t turn back…”

That is how Jack Kelly found himself riding through the woods on the back of a horse, a cloak surrounding himself and the child in his arms as he rode them to safety. Just Jack Kelly and his little boy, Anthony.

[that-one-bi-wizard]

Chapter 9 of The Prince and the Frog is up!

I went a liiitle off script from the movie, but I like they way it turned out :3 I don’t want to make it too much like the movie or it’d be too predictable.

[riding-palominos-every-day]

Hi! I'm Razzle/Raz (20, he/they) and this is my Newsies sideblog. Likes, follows and asks will come from @whistlingstarlight

Feel free to drop me an ask or message on either account, always love to talk about this show! :D

My favourite newsies are Crutchie, Elmer, JoJo, Buttons, Finch, Kid Blink, Mike+Ike, Mack and York (and Kenny ofc <33)

I am also a Delancey enjoyer

Art and writing requests are open! Won't do NSFW (some mild blood/violence is okay) and ideally not romance but basically everything else is fair game :]

If any of my posts need certain tags (eg tw/cw) please please please let me know!

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Art: #raz doodles

My 1980s radio show AU: #newsies on airwaves

Random newsies ideas: #newsies thoughts

Post about my Newsies OCs: #twist + fidget

My ao3:

[vincentferard]

Masterlist

Amphibia-

Flossie Stuff

Bill & Ted-

Emotional Support Stoners

My Best Friend

My Bill and Ted head-canons that no one asked for 😌❤️

NSFW head-canons for Evil Bill and Ted (sorry not sorry)

Right Where You Belong

Trans!Bill and Ted Cuddles

Black Butler-

Sebastian x Reader (OLD)

BNHA-

Shigaraki x Overprotective!S/O

Ho Hey (and EraserMic oneshot)

Reunion -a short Kiribaku thingy-

Can I Pet Your Dog?

Not Just A Bruise -EraserMic-

Wish That You Were Here (EraserMic)

Dead Poets Society-

AnderPerry Idea :)

Charlie Cuddles

Charlie 'Nuwanda' Dalton

Spotify Playlists

Why I Believe Charlie 'Nuwanda' Dalton Is A Trans Lesbian

Disenchantment-

Oona

F/O & S/I-

Cuddling your F/O

(Ask) Favorite thing to do with your F/O(s)?

How could you like that character? They're bad! Well...

Imagine watching a movie/show while your F/O(s) fall asleep against you

Supportive F/O

Tired

They're Good, I Can Tell

Fullmetal Alchemist-

Newsies-

Kimblee x-reader (OLD)

4th Of July

80s AU

80s AU Idea

Happy Saint Patrick's Day! (Sprace kinda)

Javid/Jatherine Proposal Head-canon

Javid Cuddles

Pillow Fort

Punk!Albert

Santa Fe AU Masterlist

Scraps Stuff

Strawberry Kisses

The Road To El Dorado

Pokemon-

Put that thing back where it came from or so help me

Two Birds (A Guzma x-reader)

Volo redemption arc when?

Ripper (2013)-

Emeril x Jackson one-shot

Plot Twist

They're Besties, Your Honor

No fanfiction? 🥺

Spies In Disguise-

Fireworks

Talk To Me (Walter Beckett x Reader)

Star Wars-

Tazer/CT-1382 Masterlist

Dragon Heart

Team Fortress 2-

Bang Bonk???

Broken Bones (Medic x Injured!Reader)

Holding On (Medic × Reader -angst)

Scout × Pregnant!Reader head-cannons

So Big/So Small

Spy & Parenting

Thanksgiving Head-canons

The Mercs & Puppy Faces

Trans!Sniper Icons

The Midnight Gospel/Wander Over Yonder-

What does it mean?

The similarities are endless

TMNT/ROTTMNT-

Headcanons!

Misc/Multiple Fandoms-

Javid & AnderPerry