as i work my way into my xf/btvs crossover fic, i find myself wrestling with... there are xf references in btvs.
thrice, actually:
the pack
buffy (to a doubting giles): i cannot believe that you, of all people, are trying to scully me.
gone:
buffy: xander and anya are on it, muldering out what happened.
time serial, in reference to time loops:
warren: [i hope buffy figures it out faster than] mulder, when that bank kept exploding?"
andrew: scully wants me so bad.
clearly, mulder and scully exist in this universe. the thing is, there is no indication that the SHOW ITSELF actually exists. even the trio do not reference a "show" or "episode," just a plot. (they do specifically mention an "episode" of tng, so yes i am splitting hairs, but was is fandom for if not being incredibly nitpicky? they talk about mulder and scully as if they were real people, whereas they talk about data as a character. this is my hill, i'm dying on it, grab a stake or get off my hill.)
so. my explanation, the headcanon close to my heart? the scoobies are one of mulder's sources. willow - the only one who is allowed to use a computer - has absolutely been emailing with mulder since she got her first aol account, probably found him in a supernatural chatroom (not that supernatural, guys. one crossover at a time). she's been passing him info on werewolves and vampires and everything else that goes bump in the night.
in exchange, he helps her with hacking certain government secrets. nothing too overt, but he steers her to the good stuff.
(yes. the initiative was an early attempt at a super-soldier program using monsters instead of aliens. csm doesn't like to talk about it.)
this has been going on so long that the other scoobies - and by extension the trio, who have been monitoring willow's correspondence - consider mulder and scully part of their lives. they probably chat about mulder's latest messages over giant dusty tomes during their late night research sessions, just to keep from falling asleep.
eventually mulder starts exchanging emails with the whole gang, even a reluctant and slow-typing giles - they mostly reminisce about england and ancient curses. they went to the same pub at oxford, decades apart; this makes giles feel cool and mulder feel unspeakably lame.
mulder and spike share a love of soap operas. he talks about movies and awkward relationships with xander, and the pain of loneliness with buffy (and later, what it's like to come back from the dead to a world that has kept turning without you).
willow has emailed scully once. it was a hair question.
the scoobies absolutely went to see lazarus bowl in theaters. they cheered so loud when tea and gary kissed that they nearly got kicked out.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
fic title: meet you there
awsten/otto・1800 words・explicit
summary:
Awsten just can’t stop grinning. Otto’s in L.A. and Otto’s in his apartment and Otto’s in his bed. He never wants the chaos of the album release cycle to end if it keeps Otto here with him.
HIIIII i dusted off an old wip from the week gh dropped and awsten was being all cute and silly and in love with otto to finish now becauseeeeee........ THE AWTTO TAG FINALLY BEAT GAWSTEN ON AO3!!!!! 🎉🎊🎉🎊🎉
when i was posting my first fic back in summer of last year, there were only 2 full pages of awtto fic. like, maybe <50 total? and now in less than a year and a half we’ve steamrolled past the established “main ship” tag and filled it with what is easily the best writing in the fandom. this was definitely a group effort and it’s been so so fun watching the creativity and talent of our little awtto nation day after day :’) not gonna say anymore lest i get sappy but we poppin the BIGGEST bottles🍾🍾 and i’ll leave you with this:
A quiet curse came from Dorians sending crystal. Luckily this time I was while he was in the study and not on the Magisterium floor. At least last time while he was on the floor, he was the only one who could hear it. Every time he would start his speech he tried so hard not to laugh as a disgruntle little curse coming from his chest.
“Having fun there, Amatus?”
“Fucking so much--” There was an abrupt stop, a twang of a bow, “Maker’s tits, fuck off... Not, not at you Dorian! I’m just--”
“I thought you were going to tell me if you were in the middle of something? I know you’ve been busy-”
Arn had recently got some odd jobs with the Jenny’s. Although officially he was retired and living between Kirkwall and a place down in Ferelden. Unofficially he was running all over Thedas, spending some weeks in Kirkwall, or most of his time between the Jenny’s and in a Sanctuary for former Templars ran by a Former Templar and Inquisitor.
“I promise this wasn’t planned. I got some time away, you know. Bandits see someone they wanna attack. No Cupcake put that down, you’re not taking that—okay but let me—The dog found some pretty cloth and now won't let it go. Cupcake you can keep it, just not in your mouth.”
Dorian let out a chuckle. He was yet to meet the fabled Cupcake, a mabari of sorts. While Arn described her as a ‘good girl’, Varric and Cullen had both described her as ‘a massive beast. Too large to call a dog, and a touch shorter than a great bear.’ “She likes pretty things then?”
“Oh yes. She keeps finding strange shiny things while we are out. She has a lovely collar at the moment. I’ll guess you’ll see at some point.” They had talked about seeing each other soon, the magisterium who have its break in a few months. He had book passage down to the South. Spend Wintersend in the bitter Ferelden cold. Not quite what he was looking forward too, but the company would be something.
“It won't be long now,” Dorian comforted. He heard the Mabari bark.
“Yes Cupcake, that’s Dorian. Yes, you’ll get to meet him, are you excited?” Arn asked his dog. Cupcake barked and jumped. “Did you know I’ve had about 4 people in the last 2 weeks ask me if they could breed with Cupcake. Sure I’m flattered, but I don’t know her history. I wrote to Elena and she said that Cullen said that you have to find out the dogs kin and shit before you let them breed, and I really don’t know. I met this guy in the woods.”
“Yes, you’re friend Al. Any chance you’ve seen him again?”
“Not last month while I was around there. Next time I’m that way I’ll ask about him. I don’t think she’s like, ill or anything I just don’t want people coming back and yelling to me about dog things I don’t know anything about.” Arn complained.
“Yes, well you know those Ferelden’s, very stuff about their dogs.”
“How is Snookums by the way?” Arn asked
“Her name is not ‘Snookums’.” Dorian protested.
“We’ll she didn’t answer to Vivienne.”
“She’s a snake...”
“She always perks up when I call her name.” Arn boasted.
Dorian let out a deep sigh. “Maybe it's just you animal magnetism.”
Arn chuckled loudly. “Anyway, how is Tevinter? Still as hot as ever?”
Dorian went on about the dragging sessions in the Magisterium, who was dead from last time, new faces and new blood. Same old same old.
“Oh Dorian,” Arn interjected. “I need to send Cupcake to you, I have to run a few jobs and it’s no place for Cupcake. Is it okay if I send her up? I know Bull is going that way, I have a friend who can pick her up from there and take her into town, if that’s okay. If not I can send her down south with the Rutherford’s. And I mean either one is fine.”
“Of cause,” Dorian wasn’t sure what he was going to do with the Mabari, specially where he was staying. But it would be nice to have some company. “Are you getting Erik to take her in?”
“Yeah, he’ll have some stuff for you as well. You know Erik, he’s good. Thomas is pouting about the whole thing but he just needs to get out more. 40 years in the Circle will kinda make you a bit cranky” Dorian smiled, Thomas was a crusty older gentleman, but Thomas and Erik had never left each other's side since the early days of the Inquisition. “Oh, I won't be able to talk while on the Job, but I’ll at least try to find time once it's over to call.”
“I expected that much.”
“Wonderful! I have to get going but I’ll call you before the job!”
Dorian ended the call. Arn looked down to Cupcake. Bull was in view with the Chargers. “I’ll be a week behind her, she wont be too much trouble.” Arn explained to Bull. Cupcake already started dancing around Krem and Bull’s Kadan.
“She’ll be fine. I didn’t know Mabari could be Qunari sized?”
“I know right? I hope Dorian doesn’t mind.”
“He’s capable.” Bull laughed. “Does he know you’re coming?”
“Nope.” He popped the p. “Erik is gonna keep quiet. He knows where it is, he’ll send me directions.”
“You wont be able to miss it, it’s the most pompous looking house in the street.” Bull chuckled.
Lucas swears he’s the absolute master of undetected stalking.
Or: Eliott is instagram famous and Lucas is the disaster gay who accidentally likes his post.
Okay so this is the end end, thank you again for reading!!
Lucas turns over, free arm carelessly swiping up the empty space beside him. Warm fingers drum a loose tune over cold sheets, long unoccupied despite the fact that it’s only nine in the morning. So Eliott did manage to drag his ass up for his photoshoot despite all the pouting and complaining from last night.
With a jaw cracking yawn, he pushes himself off their giant, comfy bed, landing on the floor with a soft thump. He conjures up whatever self restraint he’s gathered over the years to keep from nose diving back into the warm sheets. Eliott had left the curtains drawn over the windows, leaving their room bathed in burnt orange light, the air conditioning humming soft whirs of cool air. It’s the perfect recipe for a morning spent lounging in bed doing nothing.
But alas, he pulls his big boy pants up and drags his feet to the bathroom to follow his boyfriend’s itinerary for the day.
srodulv
We’ll be at the west beach behind the big cliff i showed you yesterday
Whenever your highness deems it fit to join us
Lol nvm we’re inside a cave now
Aaand we moved
Right at the path when you head down
Can’t miss me and my handsome face on a plank
lucallemant
why is ur face on a plank
less texting more posing
srodulv
Being the breadwinnner in this relationship is really a thankless job huh
lucallemant
where’s the bread tho???
srodulv
THANKLESS
“Lucas, hey!”
He stumbles past the pathetic lumps of sand from where he and Eliott had attempted a friendly little sand castle competition a few days ago, clumsy on his feet as he holds himself back from rushing towards them.
“Morning, Jo,” he greets the photographer first before raising both eyebrows at Eliott, who does, in fact, look perfectly handsome lounging on his plank. As if the sand isn’t digging into the skin of his elbows. As if the sun isn’t beating directly over their heads. Ugh, an abomination.
“Oh hi, Eliott, good morning Eliott!” Eliott says in a mockingly high pitched tone when Lucas fails to say anything else. “How are you doing, Eliott?” he continues in that same annoying voice, prompting Lucas to kick up some sand his way. “I missed you, boyfriend, you’re working so hard, my dear!”
“Ew, shut up.” Lucas laughs, moving to sit beside Eliott when Jo pauses his snapping to adjust some settings on his camera. Despite all the teasing, however, Lucas presses a kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek and throws both legs over one of Eliott’s thighs, hands instinctively searching to intertwine their fingers. “Morning,” he murmurs into the space between their lips, chest fluttering when Eliott brushes their noses together, whipped as the first time.
“Good sleep?” Eliott mutters back, smile melting sweeter when Lucas drops his head on his shoulder with a nod. “We’re almost done here and then we have the rest of the week to ourselves, okay?”
“Okay.” Lucas plays with their tangled hands, fingers stroking light across the back of Eliott’s palms. He almost forgets what they’re actually talking about had it not been for the loud click of a camera shutter coming from his right.
Jo is looking down at his camera when Lucas finally forces himself away from the very optimal cuddle he and Eliott had going on. “You sure you don’t wanna do a joint photoshoot, Lucas?” Jo turns the camera around to show him the photo he’d just taken. “You guys look really good together, it’d be a hit!”
Yeah, no. Lucas snorts, “I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”
Jo tuts, “Don’t be like that, this one looks good.”
“Lucky shot, trust me. My face does weird things in front of cameras most of the time,” he prattles out excuses, eyes narrowing when Eliott remains silent as he watches the exchange, laughter clear in his eyes. “Anyway, I’ll be taking a walk while you boys do your thing, alright, don’t have too much fun, drink water often, and I’ll see you,” he clicks his tongue, points to where Eliott is seated, eyes locked on Lucas ever since he arrived, “later. Bye!”
And he runs off before Jo could convince him to join the shoot. Lucas really isn’t about that life, the amount of followers he’s garnered only from the fact that he’s dating Eliott is already stressing him out as it is. He can’t imagine what a legitimate photoshoot together would do.
Making his way towards the beach, Lucas slips off his sandals and walks along the path where the waves hit the sand, relishing in the ticklish feel of sand shifting underneath his feet at every pull. His toes curl into the soft surface, wiggling at the cool touch of clear waters before the waves pull back into the ocean.
It’s nice out here. Lucas had been mighty skeptical when Eliott had mentioned it off-handedly during the giant final party of the school year. Granted, both of them had been pretty drunk at that point and Lucas wasn’t sure whether he was hearing things or if Eliott had really just asked him to go on a two week vacation in South Africa. Like Lucas doesn’t only have two whole dollars in his savings account.
It’s free, Eliott had cleared up once sober, chuckling at the dubious look on Lucas’ face. My friend wants a shoot there and he’s letting us stay at their private condo as payment.
Wow, bourgeoisie, and then Lucas proceeded to forget about it in the midst of tear inducing exams.
He digs out his phone and snaps a photo of the sun hitting the ocean’s surface with a pretty gleam. His mom would appreciate the view, maybe it would encourage her to take her own vacation somewhere too. She deserves a few weeks away from the city— maybe a trip with her friends would be nice, maybe with that nice guy she’s trying to pass off as just her friend whenever Lucas visits would be good too.
Lucas digs his heels in the sand and turns to face the ocean, rolling his sweatpants up to his calves as he steps deeper into the water.
Eliott’s graduated. He’d done a placement at a studio during his final year and they refused to get rid of him (Lucas can relate), add to that Eliott’s side film projects and this whole internet famous slash instagram model thing and Eliott’s suddenly found himself a lot more occupied that initially expected.
Lucas has quite a bit of catching up to do. Fuck, he’s not even employed anywhere. He’d left his job at the cafe during that unsavoury mess a year prior and his workload from school picked up at an abhorrent pace. The only reason he’s functioning as a semi normal human being right now is because Eliott has made it his mission to stop him from eating any more of Yann’s cheese bread and his mother has been helping him with rent.
He stomps his feet into the water, pouting as it earns him a very unsatisfying splash. And then his feet are suddenly off the ground, legs flailing on instinct as he’s grabbed from behind by an obnoxious, giggling giant—
“Eliott!” he screeches, two seconds before he’s unceremoniously dumped deeper into the water. Sputtering, he stands back up with as much dignity as he can gather and jumps onto Eliott’s back with a holler of curses, trying to keep his own head above water when Eliott’s knees buckle under the attack, laughter helpless as he clutches onto Lucas in their half-hearted tussle.
They roll around half in and half out the waves, laughter unbridled like giddy little children on a high. Careful steps on the sand turn to careless treading in the deeper waters, drenched clothes stuck on warm skin and playful fingers threaded in ocean darkened locks. Lucas breathes out a chuckle in the tiny space between them, foreheads aligning perfectly when he hauls himself up, arms wrapped tightly around Eliott’s shoulders for balance. This close, Eliott’s smile is more radiant than the sun reflecting diamonds in the water and Lucas can’t look away, not when the oncoming wave roars closer, not when Eliott whispers something reverent that steals the breath right out of his lungs.
"Eliott,” Lucas starts, blinking salt water off of his eyelashes. “Eliott, I—”
And then the waves claim them with an unmerciful smack, the force of it brings the two boys back to shore and they resurface with a sputter, their moment chased away by a newly triggered round of laughter.
“Oh shit.” Lucas squints as something dawns on him. “Fuck, Eliott!” He removes his soaked shirt and uses it to smack Eliott’s arm.
“Ow! What?”
“My shoes! I dropped them!”
“Oh. Oh, crap. I’ll buy— hey stop— stop that! I’ll buy you new ones at the market!”
The evening market is absolutely bustling with tourists. It seems like everyone had the same idea of whiling away the heat at the beach and whiling away at the shops once the sun starts to set.
“Lucas, come here! Look.”
Lucas follows the direction where Eliott’s voice is coming from, finding his boyfriend laden with all kinds of trinkets around the neck, around both wrists, and around most of his fingers. He’s such a fool. Lucas loves him so much.
“Please don’t tell me you’re gonna buy all of that.”
Eliott allows himself an offended look before remembering his excitement. “Course not, but look at this!” He stretches a hand and shows Lucas a handmade, wooden carving of a woman sitting on a piano bench with a dog beside her. “Wouldn’t this be perfect for your mom?”
Did Lucas say he loves him already?
“Yeah,” he says softly, squeezing the hand holding the figurine before letting go and looking around the stalls himself. He’s done a bit of shopping for their friends already (he’s not actually going to get them only rocks and sand, thank you very much), all he needs now is for some help getting things for Eliott’s parents. “Hey, do you think you dad will like—” He turns around, holding up a trinket, only to find Eliott already off to the stalls on the far right. Oh well, at least he looks like he’s in the process of returning everything he’s got draped all over him.
They don’t take very long to run into each other again once they’ve done their rounds, and Eliott beams like they haven’t seen each other in days, grabbing Lucas by the wrist with an enthusiastic, “All good to go?” And even if he wasn’t, Lucas would’ve followed him either way.
Speaking of, they’re not headed to where they parked their rental car.
“Where are we going?” Lucas asks, sneaking a glance around them to see if he can pinpoint familiar places. They haven’t done much exploring for the past week, preferring to laze around the beach area whenever Eliott wasn’t busy with photoshoots, but he imagines Eliott has been around more than him if Jo wanted some changes in scenery.
And because Eliott is Eliott, he doesn’t utter a word until they’ve passed a small bridge that leads to what looks like a dead end of shrubbery.
But Lucas knows better by now.
They squeeze through the thick shrubs, pushing branches and leaves aside until they reach a wide clearing. “Tada...” Eliott whispers, as if the sound of his normal volume would disrupt the scene.
And what a scene it was. A quaint circular area with boulders piled about, a large, ancient tree with drooping arms perfectly frames the view as if planted there years ago to fulfill this present purpose. The waves crash softly against the rocks, forcing pale, wet sand to shift with uneven dips. Over the horizon, blinding in its beauty, perches a moon so clear and bright Lucas would be hard pressed to believe it’s real if he weren’t standing right here.
“Holy shit,” he mumbles, shaking excess leaves off his feet as he makes his way forward, entranced. “Holy shit,” he repeats with feeling.
“Yup, holy shit.” Eliott breathes out his laughter, shoulders shrugging up in that endearing way of his. “Thought you’d appreciate this.”
Lucas makes his way to the edge where water and sand meet, bending to pick up a shiny stone reflecting moonlight off its surface. He hears Eliott coming up behind him but doesn’t expect the hand that steals the stone from his grip and Lucas huffs, indulging in his boyfriend’s amusement for a few minutes and jumping up to try and steal it back from Eliott’s raised fist.
“Eli, come on, give it.” He tries for another jump, but Eliott brings his hands behind his back, putting the stone out of sight. “Eliott!” Lucas whines, shaking the plastic bag of trinkets he’s got hanging around one wrist. Eliott has the gall to laugh at his suffering. “Give it.” Lucas holds out his free hand, tapping his feet on the sandy ground. “Now.”
Eliott raises an eyebrow in turn, smile adorable despite its mischief as he holds out both hands in closed fists. “Okay, choose a hand then.”
Lucas’ groan is long suffering.
But unfortunately, undeniably fond.
“What is this now?” Lucas eyes him suspiciously, trying to figure out what Eliott has up in his sleeve this time.
“What’s what?” Eliott tries for innocent.
“Did you learn some kind of magic trick, is that it?” Lucas grins, looking between the two hands in front of him.
“I don’t know, did I?” Eliott’s eye crinkles when he smiles. It’s infuriating.
“Omygod, you’re literally impossible. This better be a good trick, Demaury.” He slaps a hand over Eliott’s left fist, digging in between his fingers to try and pry them open. Eliott gives in too easily, lifting his fingers open without a struggle, so Lucas expects it to turn up empty.
Except.
Except—
“Is this good enough for you?” His voice is a whisper, quiet enough to get carried away by a strong wind.
Lucas stares at the hand, mouth gaping dumbly. “That’s a ring.” He hears a chuckle, and then Eliott’s other hand is opening to reveal a matching pair. “That’s two rings,” he says, a necessary and intelligent contribution.
“I know you’re nervous about what’s going to happen.” Eliott starts, “with my graduation, and work, and all that stuff.”
“I’m not—”
“Lucas, please, you think I wouldn’t notice?”
Lucas shuts his mouth, looks down at the rings again as if they hold the answers to all his doubts. And maybe, maybe they do. Hold them. Some of them, at least.
“Nobody likes change, you know. I hate it too.” Eliott steps closer, putting both rings inside one hand and using his free hand to grip one of Lucas’. “But for every change that happens there are still constants.” He places one of the rings inside Lucas’ palm. “And you have a lot of that, whether you believe it or not.” With both hands now free, Eliott takes the ring he kept for himself and drops it around his pinky finger. “But if there’s anything I want you to always believe, it’s that I will be your constant, Lucas Lallemant.”
“Constant?” Lucas chokes, eyes stinging from the force of the tears he’s holding back. God, he’s such a cry baby and Eliott knows it too, the bastard. “Like, always? Like—” Forever. But that’s a scary word. “Whatever happened to minute by minute?” He laughs weakly, hand gripping the ring tight in his hold.
Eliott leans down to press a kiss atop Lucas’ closed fist. “Okay, what if I tell you that here, in this exact spot, a minute lasts forever?” Because of course Eliott isn’t afraid of forever. Maybe Lucas will learn to be brave too.
Absently, Lucas mimics Eliott’s earlier movements, sliding the ring around his pinky and staring at it in wonder. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen himself wear a ring in his whole life. It’s a little loose on him but he’ll deal with that later, now’s not the time to worry about tiny details. “That’s absurd.”
“You’re absurd.”
“No you.” And Lucas launches himself up and into a hard kiss, putting all the brimming feelings he’s too stupefied to vocalize at this moment. “Buying promise rings,” he murmurs in between kisses. “When did you even— you sneaky bastard.” He pulls at Eliott’s shirt, dragging him down as he sags back on his heels. Eliott’s hands are warm cups over his cheeks, touch so soft, ever so gentle in everything he does. Lucas is shifting to fling his arms around Eliott’s shoulders to try and bring them even closer to each other when he feels the newly appointed metal on his finger fly right off his finger and into... well... into the unknown.
He pulls away so fast he gives both of them whiplash.
Fuck. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Fuck!
Eliott is understandably confused. “Uh. What’s wrong?”
“My ring!” Lucas screeches, throwing his bag of souvenirs over onto dry land before attempting to dive headfirst into the water. Eliott stops him just in time, dragging a protesting Lucas far, far away from the ocean. “But Eliott! My ring!! Your ring?! My— ring!”
And Eliott is laughing. “It’s okay, Lu.”
“It’s not!” He takes fistfuls of Eliott’s shirt and shakes his boyfriend because in what world is it okay to lose a ring given to you two seconds ago? “I just had it and then it’s gone!”
“Shh, it’s okay.” Eliott smiles down at him, shaking his head as he removes his own ring from his pinky and slides it onto Lucas’ ring finger. It’s a much better fit this time, but—
“But this is yours,” Lucas insists, “you’ve gotta have one too.”
“Oh, I do?” Eliott raises a teasing eyebrow.
“Of fucking course, that’s the point of a promise ring you dolt.” Wait no. “I’m the dolt. I can’t believe I lost my ring!”
Eliott’s giggles ring clear in the night. “Lucas, it’s okay, really, we’re here for a few more days, we can buy a new one before we leave, hm? Let’s go back now, I think you need some sleep.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Here’s that oneshot I was talking about! This is essentially half of chapter 8, but not necessary to understand the story.
Also, I don’t want to see any comments about Etho x Iskall or anything of the sort. Dates don’t always have to be romantic, they can, and are, also platonic.
Did Someone Say WIPs??? With Some Of My Favorite Premises???? Dude I love slaughter!jon and werewolf Jon
I am having SUCH a good time, honestly. I have a whole werewolf!Jon tag filled with some art (although. less now that my tablet is being. shitty.) and i’ve been having some Strong Thoughts about slaughter!Jon 👀
sneak peak, involving the difference between natural born werewolves and bitten werewolves
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Warnings: TBA before individual chapters if needed
Relationships: Keith/Shiro, Keith & Shiro, Sheith
Characters: Keith, Shiro, Lance, Hunk, Comm. Iverson, Keith’s Family, Original Characters to fill Garrison roles, Matt Holt, Samuel Holt (Pidge only mentioned)
Additional Tags: Galaxy Garrison, Pre-Series, pre-Kerberos, Roommates AU, Romance, Slow-ish Burn, Roommates to Friends to Lovers, Keith-Centric, somewhat Shiro-centric as well, Character/Relationship Study, Filling in the Blanks, Galra Keith hints, Kerberos Mission
Language: English
Summary:
Fanfiction following Keith’s time in the Galaxy Garrison, from his arrival to his expulsion. Examines his growing relationship with Shiro (as well as their friendship with Matt) and how it turns Keith into who he is today. The angst hits the fan, however, when Shiro and Matt go missing on Kerberos and Keith realizes the sense of belonging he’d finally found has nothing to do with the Galaxy Garrison, but the people he met there. And everything goes south.
okay who out there in my void is as insane about x-files and buffy as i am bc i need a second set of eyeballs on my crossover fic as i work through it. at the very least tell me if i've got the characterization/dialogue right because i am having so much fun playing dolls with these characters that i maaaaaaaaay have gone (more than) a little bit insane.
