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Sun and Moon ship? Nah. Lunar eclipse x Solar eclipse.

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Bloodmoon

@forest-city you asked for this.

Part 1/?? (This will be a comic when finished.)

Felix didn’t know what he’d want when he got in a relationship. He certainly didn’t expect this.

That night, seemed peaceful, he wanted to watch the moon, the trees, the soft lapping of the waves, that was his favorite. While everyone was sleeping, he’d sneak out of his house and walk so he could peacefully enjoy the night air.

Felix thought he was the only one awake that night too. That was until he heard the clacking of hooves and the loud treading of wooden wheels. From what he could hear behind him was an old wooden horse drawn carriage. Then he heard the shouting of a police officer.

Someone messed up..

Felix sighed and stepped out of the road. He watched as the first horse raced by, a wagon attached to its saddle. Atticus was struggling to balance on it, using his crowbar to hold himself. Felix’s gaze hardened, then softened.

Confused, intrigued, he continued watching as the second horse, a police horse, raced after the first.

Sure, he loved the peace, but what’s the harm in a bit of fun? Felix, being the slightly out of mind teenager he was, started chasing the first horse too, obviously not nearly as fast.

Though for a split second, he could catch a glimpse of the stressed blonde on the wagon, just next to him. “Hey!” Felix shouted, Atticus looked at him.

“Ain’t never met an idiot like you before!” Atticus yelled at Felix, warningly, loud over the clacking of hooves and wooden wheels turning against stone.

“I-” Felix started before he tripped, twisting his ankle on the way down. Though, before he could even get close enough to the ground, he felt a cold curved object snatch him by the collar of his shirt.

One second he was on the road, the next he was sitting in the wagon with Atticus.

“Jesus Christ, what kinda idiot starts chasin’ a criminal?” Atticus lectured him, mainly just butt sore from falling on his ass in the wagon considering that crowbar was the only thing keeping him standing stable.

Felix sighed, beating himself up inside as he looked at Atticus. Heavily bruised knuckles, dirty, breathing heavily, dark blue eyes that seemed to replace the lapping waves he originally sneaked out for, a scar that brings mysterious aura to the situation if it weren’t for the personality of the person speaking, one that matched his own. At least, in cause. A violent aura that felt like death. Like a whole murder of crows.

“Woah- uh..”

“What!? NOW you’re speechless? Jesus, kid, never do that again!”

“S-Sorry. Uh, my name’s Felix.”

Atticus sighed, not being able to introduce himself the way he normally would from his position pissed him off. He usually would bow, shake the greeter’s hand, and say ‘The name’s Atticus, pleasure of meetin’ ya’s mine.’

He couldn’t really bow, and he really didn’t wanna shake hands when his were so sore. “The name’s Atticus. I’d say pleasure to meetcha, but it really ain’t.”

“How long do these normally last?” Felix questioned the obvious police chase.

“Normally not long if y’know how ta hide, but it was too dark to see this beauty here,” Atticus pats the horse. “So when I hid in the wagon it really didn’t end well. Not a clue, maybe he’ll give up?” He leaned into the old, softwood wagon, smelling the mixture of sap and rain in the splintering wood.

“Huh.. alright.”

“That’s it?”

“Not really my business why we’re here. I butted in, I’m sorry.”

Atticus sat up on his elbows, staring at Felix with a raised eyebrow. “You’re not gonna try ta defend yaself?”

“I know I’m in the wrong.” Felix sighed.

“Huh..” Atticus was slightly amused, he’s heard so many excuses these past 7 months. “Y’dunno how relievin’ it is hearin’ some accountability.” He stumbled on the word ‘Accountability’.

Atticus leaned back down and breathed deeply, a struggle he hated having. He looked at Felix. Fluffy, curly, black hair, forest green eyes like the leaves of a mistletoe, pale like a dove, freckles splattered all over his face, and a scar over his eye, brings a mysterious feeling. Tall. Atticus couldn’t care less.

“This is gonna be a long night, pretty boy, so take a breath.” Atticus closed his eyes.

Part 2

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Atticus: Did it hurt when ya fell!?

Felix: From what? Heaven? Or in love?

Atticus:

Atticus: Lovey..As much as I would LOVE to save your ego..

Atticus: YOU JUST FACE PLANTED DOWN A FLIGHT OF STAIRS!!

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The reason Atticus acts out in violence and aggression is because he truly has no idea how to express things like love and kindness. He sees families and friend groups having fun and hugging and he looks at them in distain and envy because he wishes he knew how to hug someone. He can’t comfort people because he’s never experienced it, so he comes up with solutions. That’s why he fell apart at the death of Jay-Jay because he can’t fix that. He’s cold because no one warmed him up. That’s what Felix does. Throughout the story of Bloodmoon, Felix is patient and understands his aggression even when it hurts because Felix knows what it’s like to not have the glue to fix the shards.

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Fun fact: Atticus would debatably be dead if Felix wasn’t patient

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Something I’d like to point out is Atticus didn’t fall in love with Felix immediately. It took a gesture he thought only girls could receive to be flattered.

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Bloodmoon

@forest-city since you seemed to really like the first part..

TW!! Abuse mentioned and slightly shown!

Part 1

Part 2/??

Pretty boy? Really?

Felix tried not to giggle, so casually that was said too, though the shaking of his body’s suppressed amusement caused his ankle to ache. “Ow..”

Atticus looked over at Felix again. “You good?”

“Yeah..it’s just, when I tripped I rolled my ankle..”

“Eek, that sucks, here, make a brace or whatever.” Atticus tossed Felix some medical tape from his satchel.

“Thanks..” Felix said as he caught the roll and started wrapping his foot.

After he was done, he passed Atticus his medical tape back, sat back for another 10-30 minutes before the chase finally came to a close when the officer gave up and the horse got tired.

“Alright, out ya go.” Atticus said as he helped Felix off the wagon.

“Thanks for uh..the show?” Felix said with his signature cheesy smile, Atticus was unamused.

“Go home, boy.” Atticus said with anger as he walked away, towards Flushing.

- Later that night -

“It ain’t the right shade, I’m tellin’ y-” Atticus attempted to speak when Victoria, his girlfriend, slapped him for talking back. She was trying to cover a bruise she made.

“I don’t care if it’s the right shade or not! Anyone finds out you ain’t gettin’ in this many fights, I’m screwed.” She scowled.

“Maybe ya could t-try not hittin’ me?” Atticus suggested shakily, knowing that wasn’t gonna end well. She grabbed his scarf and tugged on it.

“Maybe you should try being obedient. Never understood why newsboys are always so damn bold..” She growled and released the soft fabric. Atticus nodded frantically. “Just a friendly reminder, if you ever try to tell. Who’s gonna believe that the strong boy from the streets is getting abused by a weak girl like me? No one, now behave so I can hide your bruise before you go back to the lodge.”

One day I’ll be outta here and all ripe again..

Atticus sighed as Victoria put the wrong shade of foundation on his bruise. He later color corrected it. She was right, of course, no one would believe him.

- The next day -

Atticus was bringing the Queens newsies, a rather mixed group of people, culture, race, gender, etc, to the paper distribution wagon.

Felix had finally finished his plan as to how he was gonna runaway, though he noticed it would certainly be helpful to have a job so when he left he’d have a chance at survival.

Atticus was beyond annoyed when he saw a new face in the crowd of Flushing boys. The boys were whispering.

When Felix walked up to Atticus, now looking down at him for the first time, a bit shocked at the height difference, one of the Flushing boys, Habit, spoke up.

“That there’s the Angel of Death, but we call ‘in Pink-” Habit got cut off by Felix speaking to Atticus.

“Well hello again, friend.” Felix said warmly, Atticus but his tongue.

“Hi. Why are ya here?” Atticus said with more condescension than wanted.

“Would seein’ you again be a good enough excuse?” Felix said, Atticus rolled his eyes, in a bad mood, and ‘very disgusted’ at the thought of a boy wanting to see him.

“No, you need a job or sum’?” Atticus said with haste.

“Yeah..how does this work?” Felix asked.

“You buy a set amount of papes, and if ya don’t sell ‘em all, that’s money outta your pocket, got it?” Atticus said, a bit pleased someone would choose this job of all jobs.

“I think so. No buy backs?” Felix asked cautiously.

“Yes. See? You already understandin’ it, now just sell or whatever, don’t go ta Brooklyn.” Atticus warned. “And if ya do, don’t mention me by name.”

Felix nodded, suddenly very happy to have been accepted into a group and feeling as though he’d been told a top secret.

- Later in the afternoon -

“Yo, boss, how’s come vampy ovah there knew ya?” Habit asked as he caught up to Atticus, who was having a slow day.

“I met him last night when I slapped a cop.” Atticus sighed.

“You gotta start learnin’ ta control ya anger..” Habit suggested gently.

“I know, I know..I’m tryin’, but I don’t wanna lose my temper. Just control it.” Atticus said.

“Now I think that’s somethin’ that’ll put the whole world at peace!” Habit joked as he nudged Atticus’ shoulder, who laughed and shoved him back.

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Currently fighting the urge to start writing a whitecrow fic

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Atticus ‘big heart but hard fists’ Redwood x Felix ‘broken heart but patient mind’ Saboth

@the-realest-spot-conlon was the last straw for me to join this little trend with the Whitecrow ship.

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Atticus: Why don’tcha have a normal nickname for me?

Felix: Because you’re special.

Atticus:

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Have a whitecrow doodle because I said so

*Cries in can’t draw table.*

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Rude Awakening

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4/??

Atticus didn’t know how he did it. Running. He was dizzy already, he’d been dizzy all day, but now it was worse. Panting like a horse. He barely realized he dropped his crowbar at the Brooklyn bridge.

How could I fuck everythin’ up so bad?

He ran away, and ran, and ran..because he was scared. Terrified. So many dirty looks from the Manhattan kids, from Spot, so much judgement. If that’s what anxiety is, he definitely felt it. And it certainly didn’t help that he witnessed the decapitation of a 7-year-old. He felt completely unstable, unhinged, like he’d hurt someone, something.

But now he was on top of a roof, breathing deeply, panting. Similar to Jack did after the fight. He held his head in his hands and paced back and forth.

Soon enough, he leaned on the railing, his hands tightly gripping the rusty metal as he looked down at the world. That’s how Felix found him, he saw him on the roof, shaking, twitching.

Panicked, Felix climbed up the fire escape and got on the roof. “Atty, listen to me..”

Atticus didn’t listen, he growled and went back to pacing, desperately trying to ignore his emotions. Stuck with Victoria, dead brother, judged, covered in blood, dizzy. Atticus thought of every issue he had, a whimper escaped him. And a broken arm..

He tried to cling to control of himself, to deep breaths over tense ones. But it failed.

He leaned on the railing again. “I shoulda known not ta trust Jack! I SHOULDA KNOWN!!” Atticus shouted as he punched the railing. It. Fucking. Broke.

Atticus was terrified as felt himself stumble off the edge, but before he could start falling, Felix grabbed him by the back of the shirt and pulled him in tight. Atticus was still breathing heavily.

Cry. That’s what the ‘violent urge’ was this whole crappy day. To cry. And that near fall quickly snapped him back to the reality of everything. Jay-Jay was gone, he was in pain, he felt betrayed and sick. And he just cried.

And Felix held him close, trying to comfort him. “Hey, hey, I get it, you can cry, that’s fine. Sometimes someone strong needs to be vulnerable too.” Felix spoke quietly as he slowly sat down with Atticus crying into his shoulder.

Atticus didn’t like crying, he didn’t know why. There was no way this was what he feared, vulnerability. That’s fine. It’s fine.

It took him an hour to stop crying, and Felix stayed the whole time, grateful that Atticus went to a building to RELAX rather than to go to Seaside.

Though he really didn’t expect Atticus to fall asleep after all of that.

Eh, this is fine..

Felix thought as he laid down, still holding Atticus tightly.