#its such an honor and a delight to know you and be friends w you i simply cant describe

[honeybyte]

a little affection

happy birthday @scummy-writes!!!

#ikemen prince #ikepri #gilbert von obsidian #GET U SOME LOVIN #HEY SCUMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!! #GOD ITS BEEN. 5 YEARS #its such an honor and a delight to know you and be friends w you i simply cant describe #youre so kind and supportive and have such skill as a writer #your gil pieces have been driving me up the WALL i dont even play ikepri anymore but i love your work for it #like a stupid amount im so in love #in any case #many well wishes for you on your birthday #i hope the next year is kind to you! #i love you!!

[ladyveravincent]

Dancing? Dancing.

Even if one's partner is barely tolerable. Meet me at Rita's if you dare...

Excerpt from Chapter 23

“Running away again are we?”

“Oh!”

The smug reflection of Cerridwen glanced at Elain as she brushed the curls of her hair into an intricate updo, suitable for an evening of reels and jigs across the dance floor at Rita’s. 

“She’s not running away, she’s running straight into his arms,” teased Nuala as she appeared next to her sister. 

“I used to think it was my family who were busybodies. Seems it's a Fae trait,” scowled Elain, slamming the top of her jewelry box while the twins giggled. 

“Oh, we’re just having some fun,” snorted Nuala. 

“If you really must know,” she began, head tilted to consider earring options, “he is my good friend. And unlike my family, or you two, he does not pry.”

“Oh, I’ve heard he can pry alright,” Cerridwen murmured with a thrust of her hips before the twins burst into laughter. 

“Well, when you decide to come clean, Cerridwen and I will be waiting for the details,” Nuala laughed before the twins bid their goodbyes and winnowed away. 

“Busybodies… good for nothing…” she mumbled under her breath as she grabbed her shawl and smoothed her skirts.  

In her mortal years, the village’s Samhain celebrations were often a mild, uneventful affair, usually more of a gathering to give thanks for the harvest instead of a festival to honor the more tenebrous and occult energies of the Earth. The courage, whether inherent or liquid, of villagers who snuck off into the woods to conjure spirits for amusement delighted and fascinated a placid, polite Elain. But cowardice always seemed to win when she watched young girls clad in nightdresses run barefoot into the forest to dance naked beneath the yellow moon.

Oh, how close the moon was to bear witness to her bare breasts tonight. 

Samhain was Azriel’s birthday, and its carnality hung in the air as a promise to those who partook would be rewarded with such pleasures, mainly the joys of imbibing in the flesh. Of course, the Prince of Hewn City would be born on such a night. Perhaps, if she were lucky, she’d get to see him at work.

Each night, the Seer and Spymaster found themselves in dance halls across Velaris, more often in each other arms than other willing and amiable Fae partners. A few weeks ago, Az took her into the skies of Velaris, and since then, the two could barely dance without liquid courage and a dip into dangerous territory. 

She had two birthday gifts for Azriel: a salve for his wings, and what lay underneath her cobalt skirts. 

The suspense of poorly concealed affections tortured her mercilessly, and she decided to offer herself to him because the want had bloomed into something too strong to ignore. There was always some sort of pull to Azriel, but now, she needed to know if he wanted her as badly as she wanted him.

As her cobalt-slippered feet rehearsed jigs and reels on the cobblestone streets of Velaris, a voice from the shadows caused her heart to leap in terror and titillation. 

“Found you,” Azriel whispered as he wrapped his arms around her waist and neck. 

The marriage of a heady cedar and honey scent caused a small moan to escape from her lips, her arousal slightly intensifying when to her delight, she discovered he was already drunk. 

Very drunk.

“One of these days, you won’t be able to find me,” she teased as he lifted and spun her around. When he sat her down, she finally turned to face him. 

She doubted she could ever forget his face. Tonight, he was just as handsome as ever, and perhaps a bit more devilish given Cassian and Rhys celebrated all last night, and apparently, this morning, too. 

“You underestimate how easy you are to find,” he taunted as he tucked a curl over her ear.

“For you,” she whispered and reached into her pocket to present his gift in her open palm. His eyes fluttered from her lips to the salve and gifted her a smile while he examined the tin. 

“Happy birthday, Azriel.” 

A blush crept over his cheeks while her lips faithfully formed his name, as they did so often alone under her bedsheets, and had only once before in his presence. Perhaps, if she were lucky, her throat would scream it tonight.

“For that wingspan I hear everyone talk about,” she teased.

“Careful Lain. That’s not something to joke about with an Illyrian,” his eyes darkened as a low laugh colored his warning.

“So you confess?”

“What?” he teased as he played with the ribbon that fluttered over her shoulder. 

“That it's only a joke, not fact? Tsk, tsk.”

“There’s only one way to find out.” Her heart raced, and suddenly she didn’t care for dancing. 

“Show me then.” 

In one movement she was slung over his shoulder while the two shot up into the sky. 

“Big enough for you, Lady Lain?” he cried over the wind and her screams of delight.

“I guess it’ll do- AHHHH!” He shrugged as she fell from the skies, dropped for her cheekiness.

“Sorry, my wingspan wasn’t big enough for you to ride,” he sighed as he flew next to her while she fell. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! You have the biggest wingspan!”

“Who has the biggest wingspan?” he questioned.

“You! You!” she screamed reaching for him, but he only gave her an evil grin.

“Azriel has the biggest wingspan!” As her hand skimmed the water of the Sidra, strong arms broke her fall, and they glided upward into the skies.

“You look very pretty by the way.” Her scowl softened for only a moment before she turned her head away.

“You’re not getting my first dance.”

“Many apologies, Lady Archeron. May I have the second?”

“Hmph.”

“What if I promise you all my dances, and I buy a bottle of whiskey?”

“Maybe.”

“What if I told you this is my favorite color on you?” he whispered into her ear.

“Two bottles of whiskey.”

“Deal.” 

The crispness of the late autumn air was replaced by the smell of liquor and sweat as Elain trailed behind a towering Azriel, guided by their interlocked fingers through the crowd. 

“First dance, Miss Archeron?” he asked over his shoulder as the fiddle started to play, and in response, her touch lingered on the silken skin of his wing, innocently tracing its veins as she passed.

“Only if you promise not to drop me,” she murmured. After a blissful shudder, scarred hands grabbed her waist, and her eyes were greeted by lush lips before her lashes raised to meet the Shadowsinger’s ravenous face.

“When? Dancing? Or something else?” he asked as the two started to spin fast around the room to the lively music. 

“How much have you had to drink, Shadowsinger?” she teased as he lifted her into the air.

“Not nearly enough to get what I really want for my birthday.” Lids heavy and scent heady, the whiskey and cedar merged to cause the pulsing need in her belly.

“Is my present not enough?” 

“Oh, Lain, I didn’t say that.” Not a drop of alcohol on her tongue but one taste, and she could be drunk. 

“Maybe you just need someone to put it on you,” she drawled as she spun into him, and let her ass lewdly roll against his hips.

“Switch partners!” cried the fiddle player. 

She extended a polite hand to a handsome Fae male, and shot a coy look over her shoulder, only to find she had won. Brown eyes faithfully watched the wide pupils and parted lips of her previous partner while he slowly stalked the skirts of the room to follow each spin and step she took with a new male.

“What’s your name?” cried the Fae as he spun her out. 

“I’m E-” 

A scarred hand grabbed her outstretched arm to pull her into his embrace, the two now still in a vast sea of dancers, and the tip of their noses touched as he leaned forward to let his lips brush the shell of her ear.

“Careful, lovely fawn. There are fanged beasts who would love nothing more than to devour you," he whispered. The gentle pull of his fingers coiled around her curls and pulled to expose her neck. Absolutely wild and ready to devour. 

Her eyes fluttered shut. Offer and permission. 

“Az!” The two snapped their heads to see a flash of red and blonde hair push through the crowd. 

“Mor!” The warmth of his body vanished as he strode to greet the blonde.

Suddenly, the heat of the dance hall merged with a jealous fury she pushed down before joining a vibrant Azriel and bubbly Mor.

“Oh, Elain! How sweet you look tonight!” Her cheeks turned as red as Mor’s revealing dress, and suddenly the decision to wear a long-sleeved silk gown and weave bluebells into her hair seemed like the silliest idea in the world. 

“Happy birthday, Az,” Mor beamed.

“Thanks, Morrigan,” he replied with an arrogant grin. She was two things: a fool and an idiot. From one glance at the cockiness that radiated off his wide wings, Elain and her stomach sunk into the floor.

“I’ll go get us some drinks,” Elain offered, desperate to shake the shame from her earlier actions, and turned from the pair. 

“Wait! Here.” Mor grabbed her shoulder to place several gold coins in her palm. 

“Thanks, Mor, just wine?”

“You know me so well! Thanks, El.”

“Just wine, Mor? If I seem to remember correctly, there was a time you liked something a little harder,” he smirked.

Azriel was a vicious, licentious, rakish flirt who was going to feel wrath like no other if he dared to-

“Whoops!”

The push of another dancing couple sent a flustered Elain tumbling onto the floor.

“Careful, Lady Lain,” Az laughed and dove to help her, but another hand reached for the fawn.

“Come here often?” Oh great, giant fiddlesticks. 

“Hello, Lucien,” she gulped. The candlelight glittered off of her mate’s golden eye, his handsome smile wide as she apprehensively raised her hand to accept his help, but, the fox’s grin faded as a strong arm tightened around her too-tightly corsetted waist to lift her off the floor. 

“Lucien!” Mor’s tense smile did nothing while Lucien growled at the Shadowsinger. The three stood between waltzing couples, Azriel’s arm tight around a nervous Elain and stare lethal at an infuriated Lucien.

“May I join you?” Lucien blurted out.

“It’s Azriel’s birthday,” she replied dumbly. 

“It’s my birthday,” Azriel echoed with a murderous expression.

“Happy birthday,” Lucien spat at the Spymaster. 

Foxes hunted fawns, but fanged beasts devoured any threats, perceived or confirmed.

On lapping lake waves in warmer months, feelings about the bond were finally unearthed when an outstretched wing drew a wince after a brush against sore ribs.

“Oh Gods, I’m sorry,” Az said quickly. 

“No, no. It isn’t your fault,” she murmured between a few deep breaths. 

“Does it hurt?” he asked quietly. Her only response was a sad nod. 

“Do you know who your mate is?” Dusk lulled over the lake’s horizon as ribbons of pink hues fluttered into deep purple hazes. 

“I don’t have one,” he replied after a long while.

“You’re lucky. It’s a curse,” she admitted.

She waited for him to tout Lucien’s good character, but rather, that brave confession saved her from countless unfortunate circumstances. Whispered messages would announce unprompted visits moments before a knock rapped on the door, or the tendril of a shadow would save her from tea services set with an extra saucer beside her seat. As the summer faded into fall, the Autumn Court male spent more time with the Band of Exiles than in Velaris, and her ribs softened into a welcomed silence. 

But now they screamed.

This is beyond fiddlesticks, she thought.

“Elain was just getting us some drinks. She could use a hand?” Mor wondered aloud with a wink at Elain. 

“Oh yes, do you like ale?” asked the fox.

“I like whiskey-”

“She likes whiskey,” Azriel interrupted. Somehow his chest was broader, height taller, and bravado even more spine-chilling in its understated delivery compared to a fiery Lucien’s blazing eyes. 

“You two go ahead, we’ll wait here,” gritted Mor and pushed him away from the mates. 

“Shall we go?” 

Ribs weren’t supposed to ache, were they?

~

“What in the hells was that?” Mor chastised a brooding Azriel in the corner of the dance hall. 

“Elain doesn’t like him.”

“Elain is his mate.”

Two years ago, the thought of those rich brown eyes and blonde tresses within arm’s reach at a dance hall would have been his only birthday wish. Now to welcome another year of immortality, he yearned for a pair of gentle brown eyes and honey-kissed hair. Mor was his friend, and the flame he kept alive for almost five centuries was easy to kindle when conversations skirted around awkward silences with Cassian tempering the two. He idolized her, but he never knew her, truly. Now, he realized how little his infatuation was rooted in what sort of love he ached to hold. 

“I said, she doesn’t like him.”

“Well, Elain’s got some growing to do and-” 

“She’s not a child, Mor. We all need to ask Elain what she wants.” 

Mor’s red lips parted in surprise and annoyance at the rude quip, but a ferocious hazel stare led her to find Lucien and Elain at the bar. After a tense laugh, Elain’s gaze drifted over to Azriel, who did not hesitate to step forward. 

The truth was revealed.

“Azriel. You cannot be serious.” Her red skirts swished to stop the leather-clad Spymaster.

He gave no reply.

“Cauldron, Az. She’s a mated female.”

“And?” he sneered.

“Are you out of your mind?”

“Perhaps I am,” he admitted as he pushed past her.

“Azriel-” After 541 years, Mor’s hand held his, and nothing more than the heat of her warm skin sat on his scars. It did not soothe, it did not sear, it was not the touch of something very precious. It was not Elain.

“He’s a good male, Az. You and I both know that. She’s so, so young. It’s been only two years into her immortality. She might not want him in this century, or even the next, but with a bond as strong as that, it's only a matter of time.”

“And what about what she wants?”

“What about you, Az? Huh? What are you going to do if your mate shows up ten, twenty, or even two hundred years from now? Would that be fair to her?” Az looked at her hand wrapped around his wrist, the red nail polish so bright against his golden skin.

“Don’t you want to be with someone who is your equal? You deserve that-” Azriel stilled.

“You think Elain is beneath me?” came his terrifying reply. 

“You need someone who will challenge you. Hells, she barely could handle being on the battlefield, she’s… she’s too soft Az.” He leaned into Mor so close her eyes widened in fear. 

“I used to think there was no one else for me, but you. The battles we fought side by side, the trials we endured throughout the centuries, I was in love with you. And then, I met Elain. And in two years, I’ve felt more than I’ve ever felt in five hundred.” He dropped her hand. 

“But, you aren’t Elain’s mate. Lucien is.”

Upon a look at the fox and the fawn, it dawned on him. 

Azriel always loved the light, whether it was the sun’s prideful rays or the soft wicks of candles. Light cast on flesh conjured shadows, or banished blindness. It was a gift. Lucien’s aura blazed with that flame Autumn Court males warmed rooms with, their natural ease and quick wit entertaining and charming all those who basked in its glory. The two stood at the bar, the glow of their bodies bright against the crowds of Fae. Despite all the restless nights and curses at the stars, he understood. The Cauldron gave Elain to Lucien because she was the light, and Lucien could ignite. Like called to like.

They were mates, and who was he to steal her from that happiness?

Elain held his gaze, desperation in her eyes as she begged him to save her from Lucien, but he decided to save her from himself. Mor was right, they were not equals. She deserved better. 

“Good night, Mor.”

“Happy birthday, Az.”

When the music of the dance hall faded into the eerie air of Samhain, Azriel took to the skies.

Another year into immortality, another year losing to fate. 

A03

~ A Court of Bones in Bloom

#actoar #elain #elriel #fanfic #a03 fanfic #elain x azriel #azriel #azriel and elain

[maddiedrawz]

you could be the one that i keep

pairing: bechloe

rating: g for gReAt fRiEnDs :D

word count: 506

summary: it’s basically this

author’s note:

message in a bottle was on the radio while i was writing this sooo the title is in honor of that :33 the way i woke up and started writing this immediately must’ve manifested it wow

also super sorry for posting lateee😭

ao3 link (will post there later :))

chloe beale was understood to be a morning person. and people who assume so would be right. she is a morning person. that was why she was up and brewing coffee right now because she knew her roommate/best friend/the girl she’s been in love with for five years would be extra grumpy if she didn’t get her usual morning cup of coffee.

when chloe got back in their bedroom, coffee in both hands, beca was just lying there, her back against the pillow propped on the headboard playing on her phone. she just looked so... beautiful. sure, of course, if you asked chloe, she would say beca is beautiful all the time. but it was something about the morning light filtering through the blinds and landing on beca’s serene face in a soft golden glow that pulled chloe in. she set the two mugs of coffee on beca’s night stand.

“hey, good mo-“ beca didn’t even get to finish her sentence before chloe cradled the brunette’s face gently and leaned down to kiss her.

the kiss was chaste. chloe moved slightly away from beca, enough to look at her face. as expected, she looked like a deer in the headlights.

“w-why-“ beca’s words seemed to be stuck in her throat. “i- why did you do that?” beca finally said. there was no heat behind the words so she was obviously not mad. just shocked.

“because i wanted to,” chloe said giving the other girl a shy smile. her heart is beating out of her chest to the point where she hoped beca couldn’t hear it. she couldn’t believe that she did that either. “was that... okay?” she asked tentatively.

it took a second for beca to come back to herself. stormy blue eyes were flicking rapidly between ocean blue ones and pink, soft lips. “yeah. yeah, more than okay,” beca whispered. and before chloe could even think, beca yanked her by the neck and pull her down on top of her. chloe let out a surprised squeal at the quick motion. she was now being rolled onto her back with beca straddling her hips. they were attempting to kiss again which proved to be impossible because of the endless fits of giggles and smiles both girls bear on their faces. beca gave up and buried her face in the redhead’s neck to try to sober up instead.

once they both did, they shared a moment of comfortable silence, just soaking in each other’s presence, before beca spoke up.

“why didn’t you do that earlier?” beca lifted her head from its place in chloe’s neck to smile down at the redhead’s equally delightful expression.

“i don’t know! why didn’t you?!” chloe giggled, her grin growing wider and wider by the second. “it doesn’t matter. we got there in the end, didn’t we?”

“yeah,” beca said sinking her teeth into her bottom lip to contain her smile. “can we um,” she swallowed. “can we try that again?”

chloe just beamed and brought their lips together again.

#i did a sketchy drawing thing too sooo :D #maddie's folklore #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #pitch perfect #pitch perfect 2 #pitch perfect 3 #bechloe fic #drabble #fluff #one shot

[vedahyil]

NORA IS NOT NOSEY

“So, why did you move to Erkan?”

Nora had lost track of how many times she’s been asked that question. By her peers, family, hell even strangers, everyone seemed absolutely baffled and curious as to why she chose Erkan City of all places. Over the years, she’s garnered a few different answers in response: the fresh air, the job opportunities, experiencing the world without her parents looming over her shoulder, self-defense is allowed and actually encouraged by the general public, open carry laws so she always stays strapped, the fact that banks close at 4PM every day and never replace their cameras despite them obviously never working and the security being so lax due to pay cuts that they couldn’t tell the difference between a burglar and cat which leaves the banks absolutely vulnerable from the time they close to the time they open—but what does she know.

She knows how it looks. A bright, young, unassuming girl moving to Erkan, the city with the highest crime rate in the northern hemisphere, all on her lonesome. There isn’t a shred a sanity to make that kind of decision. Nora is aware of this and doesn’t shy away from this line of thinking. People underestimating her sanity has gotten her farther than she’d care to admit.

No, she moved to Erkan for college of all things. Why? Because no one in this godforsaken city has the balls to hound its citizens about their student-loan debt. A weird reason to have but considering that Nora doesn’t have a sustainable income because she decided to choose theatre as her future career, it’s valid. Plus, if she admitted defeat and asked her parents for help, they would never let her live it down. There’s always a hidden ulterior motive in their eyes behind all the welcoming arms, love-bombing, and “You’re the one we don’t worry about.” Needless to say, she refuses to lose to her parents. Her one tiny spark of teenage rebellion led her here, and now, she has to live with the consequences or die trying, literally.. much too literally.

Within the apartment complex she resided, Nora had lived and dealt with her neighbors enough to build a friendly enough rapport to not have to hear that dreadful question anymore. However, after the old lady, Mrs. Kim, passed away in the apartment right beside her, she had been dreading having a new neighbor to deal with. Nora would’ve been more hung up on her passing if not for the fact that Mrs. Kim took a certain amount of pleasure telling Nora she gained weight every time they saw each other. Rather, she found a sick sense of justice over Mrs. Kim dying while eating since she often told Nora to stop, but that’s a thought she’ll keep buried in her subconscious until her next therapy appointment. No, miss doctor, she does not have psychopathic tendencies. She’s just apathetic to those who’ve wronged her and that’s normal behavior.

Now, Nora wasn’t the nicest person by any means, as just shown. In public, she was as delightful as a rose: sitting in her own little corner, minding her business, and not talking to anyone if she can help it. In private, well, according to her friends and family, she was a sadistic little bastard who wouldn’t know the meaning of kindness even with a gun held to her head. Nora refuted those claims, but she also couldn’t prove them wrong. A true conundrum if you will. All that is to say, Nora prided herself on her abilities to maintain strict boundaries and everyone on her floor understood that to a certain degree; a complete stranger moving in offered too many variables that she did not want to deal with.

But the universe ignored her pleas as it tended to often do, and her new neighbor arrived within the following week. In the apartment floor’s groupchat, everyone seemed a bit miffed at the speed Mrs. Kim was forgotten and replaced, but no one was actually close enough to her to truly bother defending her honor. With this person’s arrival came the question Nora so desperately wished people would stop asking, “So, why did you move to Erkan?”

Annoyingly enough, the man actually had a genuine answer that didn’t change or vary no matter who asked or when. Nora hadn’t talked to the man herself, but the groupchat was constantly buzzing with every new thing learned about him. At every notification, she even grew paranoid at the thought that they did this to her when she first moved in, and with that thought, she muted the chat and ignored it ever since.

In this time of him settling in, Nora had adamantly refused to leave her apartment for any reason. Despite her friends accusing her of avoiding him, specifically, she claimed that it was in fact due to an upcoming test in her psychology class. Yes, the test was a month from now, but it’s never too late to study. Considering how she holed up in her apartment for weeks, Nora hadn’t had the time to even exchange pleasantries with the guy. That is, until now, when her midnight cravings couldn’t wait any longer.

***

As she stood in the convenience store located a block down from her apartment, contemplating between powdered or chocolate-covered donuts, a hand reached around her and made the choice for her. Without hesitation, she was quick to turn and glare at the offender. Met with blue eyes and scruffy black hair, her focus was locked onto the donuts.

“Oh, sorry. Were you wanting these?” A soft, yet deep voice came from the man standing beside her.

Her gaze traced to man’s hands to his face. Noting his puppy-dog eyes and slight pout, her eyes narrowed in slight annoyance. “I was thinking about it,” she scowled. An unwilling pout found itself on her lips.

The man seemed to hold back a laugh saying, “Well, I can always put them back, and wait?” He quirked an eyebrow at the suggestion.

Nora sighed. “No. It’s fine, honestly. Don’t worry about it.” Reluctantly, grabbing the chocolate-covered donuts, she silently moped knowing she wouldn’t even want to eat them until it was way past the expiration date.

As Nora stepped back, to head to the counter, the man followed to her annoyance.

“Have I seen you somewhere before?”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “If that’s the line you use on every girl you see, you’re gonna have to try a bit harder.”  Turning around, she looks into his face looking for any kind of recognition before ultimately finding none.

Giving her a smirk, he says, “First of all, I don’t say that to every girl I see, only the pretty ones. Second of all, I have seen somewhere before. You live in the apartment next to me, Room 302, right?”

Fuck. Internally groaning, Nora feels her eye start twitching. Now, I have to be nice to this dick. She smiles at him trying not to show the obvious strain beneath it. “Oh yeah! I remember now. You’re the guy who wakes me up at 4AM every day!” Nora exclaims in mock surprise.

The guy at least has the capacity to look sheepish and avoids looking at her blatant call-out. “Yeah, that’s my bad, but hey, isn’t this the first time you’ve left your apartment in weeks? Everyone else on our floor keeps saying how worried they are about you, but considering I hadn’t seen you around yet, I was beginning to think you were a product of a mass hallucination.”

Touché, bitch. The fake smile slides off her face as her natural scowl returns. Dead eyes stare deep into his. “Ya’ know, you’d be a lot more attractive if you just didn’t talk.”

The bags under his eyes seemed to highlight under the blinking/half-dead overhead lights. “When’s the last time you even talked to someone outside of your own head?”

Ending the slew of obviously loving compliments, Nora walked away to purchase her bag of chocolate donuts in peace. However, her peace did not last as long as she had hoped as her neighbor had slightly longer legs than her average ones. Damn these genes. Why couldn’t my dad be Michael Jordan or Shaquille O’Neil or Christian Bale or—

“Hey!” he called.

“Hey,” Nora sighed accepting her fate, “Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

“Ha, ha,” he jokingly laughs. “Ya’ know, I don’t think I ever caught your name.”

Snickering to herself, she couldn’t help but reply, “How could you? I didn’t throw it.”

“Funny. A real comedian, you are. Seriously, though, what’s your name?”

“Nora,” she answers.

He pauses waiting for her to continue. When she doesn’t, he prompts her to fill in the blank. “Nora...?”

“Just Nora, nosey.” she snorts. “You don’t get full name access until you’ve reached permanent friend status.”

He pouts, “Are we not friends?”

Nora doesn’t bother with a response and instead just looks at him with a raised eyebrow.

He sighs, nodding, “Fair,” before perking back up at her. “Don’t you want to know my name?” he grins mischievously.

Humming, she replies, “No, not particularly.”

“Too bad!” he teases. “I’m Dick, Dick Crowne.” A look of expectancy spreads across his face as if awaiting her reaction.

She blinks, processing. Scrunching her face, she asks, “Who names their child ‘Dick’? Like, did your parents hate you or something? They really set you up with that one.” Shaking her head in disappoint, she almost misses the look of complete elation on his face. The look is gone faster than she can memorize it.

Coming up on the door of their shared apartment complex, Dick holds it open for her. “I think we’re gonna be great friends, Nora,” he genuinely smiles at her as she sidesteps pasts him.

Making her way past the broken elevator, she heads up the stairs one step at a time calling back, “We’re not friends!”

“Yet!”

#short story #original content #my ocs #new adult #insults as a love language #donuts #mild swearing #jeliza

[makiema]

finally finished writing about how much stormbringer enhances the skk dynamic which was at a nascent stage in Fifteen and anticipates the developments which happen later and culminate in Dead Apple where the faith they have in each other is absolutely remarkable! the fact that i said i’d do this in a few hours yesterday but it took me like 24 hrs to finish i have an attention span of a whole 2 minutes 💀

my favorite thing about stormbringer is that it actually builds up on the concepts/themes introduced in Fifteen so it's a glimpse into what has changed in dazai and dazai & dhuuya after one year of being together. As much as it's about chuuya confronting his past and his identity this is also about dazai’s development from who he was in fifteen. chuuya and rimbaud both left their marks on dazai and in Stormbringer we see him, actually trying to emulate or follow in a sense a way of life, that chuuya and rimbaud represented. Stormbringer is not just about chuuya, abt his test of humanity, or he coming in terms with who or what he is. it's about dazai too. it's about dazai developing or at least attempting to develop what he calls “boyish”/ “ordinary” in Fifteen. its not about chuya having an identity crisis. in fact what we understand from Code 04's last section is that chuuya never considered it as his crisis and neither did dazai. so to dazai “saving chuuya is important, human or not doesn't matter” and when dazai gives chuuya time to think abt what the operation will cost him chuuya doesnt so much as flinch form his purpose. This goes on to show unlike verlaine he doesnt care about memory and certainly doesnt consider it as the only determinant of someone being human. He cares more abt yokohama and his friends and in that, in caring abt his “family”, he is just as human as the next person. whether he’s factually human or not comes secondary to his desire to save people. This is a message that the quality of being human has more to do with embodying human qualities or humanity than having memories and lineage. so yeah stormbringer is essentially about embracing humanity but this happens on 2 levels: both chuuya and dazai embrace humanity. Going back to the boyish or ordinary bit, im talking abt this segment:

here dazai is shocked because he assumed everyone “gangsta” and everyone crazy powerful delighted in homicide, in deliberately indulging in the macabre. but he is proved wrong. He logically concluded that anyone with power more than average and belonging to the underground would kill people and delight in that because it’s a given they lack any kind of moral understanding. To that end, they’d be exalted at the prospect of relentlessly shooting a dead body, mutilating it and dishonoring it. The mafia code (any general mafia code) works in a way where honor and death goes hand in hand. So only the lowest of the low would do that to a dying person, who even when faced with certain death is loyal to his own organisation. This really shows that even within the mafia dazai is the only person whos like the devil incarnate. So yeah dazai at this sate far lower than even a mafia member. But chuuya who actually embodiess the mafia code and is incredibly loyal to his organisation and “family” [ putting family in quotes bc he himself calls his friends family 🥺] ofc kicks the gun away. From dazai’s pov chuuya being as insanely powerful as he is should also do the same. But chuuya comes along and suggests that even enemies should be shown respect where it’s due. And that is what an ordinary person, oblivious to mafia life (mafia life as in waht dazai makes of it) thinks. So in undermining the binary between “ordinary” and “mafia” chuuya proves that being mafia doesnt necessarily mean selling your soul to the devil and giving up the last smidge of humanity. In fact by embodying qualities like compassion and kindness and mutual respect, you can make the mafia a better place for yourself and for the other members. Now in Stormbringer, we see how this affected dazai. here dazai is introduced as someone mercilessly killing to set up the channel. 

Now to expand the channel one would need to keep doing it right? To mercilessly kill ppl and stuff but instead what he does is hand the channel over to chuuya bc he knows chuuya wouldnt handle it like him. im not suggesting that dazai miraculously becomes v good or anything with dazai the key words is “try” or “to some extent” like in Fifteen when Chuuya asks “do u wanna live” he’s like “ not to that extent”. similarly its not to say he doesnt kill people anymore. it is that he tries to lessen the number of casualties by handing over one of the most troublesome channels to chuuya who would manage it in a much more humane way. That dazai draws from his friends/at least tries to is smth we’ll see again later on when he deals with akutagawa. He talks about odasaku and ofc its baffling to him that a mafia member as powerful as him would be taking acre of orphans. and dazai says but he cant afford to be that kind and proceeds to shoot akutagswa but again does so in a calculated way such that he doesnt end up killing him ( im NOT justifying dazai’s abuse not at all im just saying that its hard to believe he coincidentally knew the exact no of bullets that aku could block. and had odasaku’s words and his way of life not been in the back of his mind he could’ve ended up killing aku) coming back to chuuya and dazai we also see him avoiding further conversation on the jewelry channel thing as he says “leave that for now”. He does a similar thing again when mori brings up the concept of double suiciding with chuuya.

 Its a HUGE thing for him to digest that him suiciding would inevitably spell the doom for chuuya. this puts an unimaginable responsibility on him. And he avoids further discussion on this. Now we know dazai is the rambly type. Even in the most dire moments he goe son with his LOONG monologues so really he is the last person who’d avoid a conversation but he deliberately does it in these 2 instances because its hard for him to grasp these things. That he can go against his nature and do a conscientious thing by handing over one of the most grisly channels to chuuya (i dont think dazai’s nature is evil. Or even if it is, its a a social construct keeping in mind the war ravaged times or its mori’s construct because he does exploit dazai to the hilt. but dazai ofc thinks of himself as non-human, devious. perfectly devilish...etc.) And also the fact that someone as suicidal as him is actually responsible for the life of someone else is really too much to take in. a whole 10 seconds pause indicates just how much he was thrown off when mori opened his eyes to the reality of things: if he dies, chuuya inexorably dies as a consequence. also i dont think the “wow” here or the next bit :

is something jokey. if it was like haha double suicide with chuuya is the worst haha wanna do it w pretty lady kind of a deal. that pause would have been unnecessary. dazai’s immediate reaction would’ve been whining and shit. the use of “froze” too implies the gravity of the situation. so ofc what is “wow” is how much meaning his life has for someone else. and for some so much....better than him. and what is unacceptable is this sad, sad truth that his life (to which he ascribes no value) would be so inextricably linked with someone else’s and hold so much meaning to them. it is like when a suicidal person at the brink of suicide understanding his life is not his own. his life and death holds consequences for ppl surrounding him. so both of these are huge things to grasp and at both these times dazai is visibly shaken up so much so that he doesnt want to do his favorite thing- ramble in a condescending tone. smth he does in so many instances. this really is a testimony to the fact that things are changing in him. the redemption process has begun. he’s no longer the kind of maniac he was before he encountered chuuya. when zuko underwent his transition in atla he was so shaken up after one (1) right decision he had a fever. i think this is true for anyone who’s trying to change. change is after all a huge thing for everyone. ofc he’ll be unsettled. so anyways this is proof that he has indeed come a long way from being someone who revelled at the prospect of meaningless bloodshed.

now coming to the concept of love he assumes he’d get sick of love and die:

and that death is the singular goal worth chasing after because it makes you feel more alive/get a fuller picture of what living entails. but here he is erring by supposing love is something that’ll bore him/have no meaning. and it cant provide him that “something” he’s looking for. at this point he hasn’t loved so he doesnt know whether he’ll be sick of it or if it'll have no impact. And yet he’s morose and regretful. this is a kind of self-imposed constraint hes putting on himself. he cancels out the v idea of love because hes convinced it isnt worth it. he hasnt even been in love okay scratch being in love that sounds romantic and i really dont mean love in a romantic sense here...its just love. in general. any form is cool. anyway so dazai is not familiar with any kind of love. He is entirely alien to the concept. he doesnt even know what a friend/partner is so he doesnt know what love is. this is cleared out here when rimbaud confesses he did everything for paul and dazai is unconvinced:

chuuya ofc admonishes him and shuts him up for good, he says dazai has no right lookind down upon smth he doesnt understand. he doesnt understand friendship, love. or loyalty. or how important those feelings are at this point. now this situation is turned on its head in stormbringer. but before we go into that let’s look at the message rimbaud had for both of them. ik he specifically asks for chuuya to “live” but there’s purpose behind including both of them in the frame. it’s a message they should both take to heart. and at the end of it its implied both are changed after hearing it:

and in this message the first bit is for chuuya. what he says is basically memory doesn’t make u human... ”you are you” just a frame or not doesnt matter. and even if hes just a frame, he is still beautiful. beauty actually is a v important concept in literature starting right from Plato to Shakespeare. i’d not bring this here but because bsd is so deeply rooted in literature i feel like the reference to beauty, and later on to soul and even warmth and also the universal tone of this message carries some meaning. so the thing is  both Plato and Shakespeare were endorsed the idea of love as a force awakened in the world by beauty which then leads the soul to perfection. so humans and by extension, all life are beautiful frames that can inspire love. this concept is also there in Romantic poetry like Keats and Wordsworth all of them talked about loving beauty in nature and how that can elevate the body mind and soul. so essentially in telling this to chuuya what ehe basically means is that chuuya just by being him, by being a beautiful framework can inspire love and warmth in others and thats a great purpose! how much chuuya understands of this purpose with his one (1) braincell and his low self esteem is questionable but he gets some sense of belonging. now this is a two way relationship so ofc dazai has to be factored in. he comes in the next part: 

these are from 2 different translation so the disparity im sorry ;-; but anyway,  this last part abt the world being a cold place. then paul. then “warmth” is a message to dazai who’s been introduced to us as cold-hearted and having like no bearings of a human being. this is the reason why its important for both o f them to be there. now going back to chuuya being a beautiful framework, the framework can be beautiful in so far as its beauty is appreciate by someone and inspires warmth and love in someone. this again is the whole beauty/beholder nature/the romantic concept that is there in shakespeare and in Romantic poetry where both are a part of a codependent relationship. so what rimbaud implies here is that dazai can have that kind of a relationship with another person (chuuya) just like rimbaud had with paul which makes him warm and the world doesnt feel cold anymore. rimbaud has no regrets about what he did because. so the idea is that dazai and chuuya can share the same dynamic. also after this, the narrative says that their hearts are now changed and wont return to what they were before....and even their souls are refined in a way. but in Fifteen we dont have a concrete proof of how this happened bc the novel ends at this point. Instead, Stormbringer shows exactly how deep the impact of those words is: 

this is the third instance of dazai showing hesitation and once again this has to do with chuuya. the seed of the dynamic that rimbaud was talking about  is already germinating in him. his reactions, his fidgeting, his hesitancy, in response to chuuya’s situation is such a big contrast to his cocksure self when he’s conversing with adam and verlaine. after this of course we have: 

not only does he clearly express his concern but he gives chuuya 2 whole mins to make a decision and based on that he’s prepared to overturn the operation. the success rate of an alternative plan will ofc be lesser than the og one but that doesnt faze dazai. he’s ready to turn the tide for chuuya’s sake and if this is not development idk what is. just a year ago, he was someone to whom the concept of rimbaud going thru all that trouble for his friend was a lost concept. ironically enough, now he finds himself doing something that is along the same lines. he puts chuuya above his mission. to him, chuuya is more important than getting a satisfactory result. another bit that i wanna talk abt is that one controversial section where dazai says he’ll save chuuya, human or not, and then the justification is: 

i think a lot of people got mad bc of this and honestly at first glance i was peeved too. as a chuuya stan some of the shit dazai has done so far did rub me the wrong way. i love skk obv but still those were moments that kind of left a bad taste in the mouth. i’ll discuss them later on bc stormbringer helps allay that feeling. coming back to the “i wanna see chuuya suffer” part firstly context is important. ofc someone like dazai cant be expected to be upfront about his feelings with ppl (or AI) he barely knows. so what be relays to adam, is only partly true and its actually a kind of a twist in concept. the things is, and this is  smth dazai knows all too well is that ppl suffer simply on account of being human. human suffering is brought on because humans, by virtue of being humans, feel. so when he says he’s willing to acknowledge chuuya as human despite what N and Verlaine said he’s already admitting that chuuya suffers. so there is really nothing “new” to see for him. he knows chuuya suffers already and he does too because they’re both humans trying to make it thru their messed up lives. also chuuya “ceasing to be human” is a p huge concern for him bc he himself is like that. just like with the suicide thing, it bothers dazai when someone else shares his situation/his fate like as long as his life is his own, he has no problem ending it whenever but the situation is complicated when someone else’s life span is determined by that decision. and similarly, as long as he is “no longer human” its not that much of an issue because he’s like resigned to a doomed fate but someone like chuuya ceasing to be human or worse yet never getting to know if hes human or not are pressing matters. so anyways what he actually means here is that in saving chuuya, he saves someone who suffers just like he does and in their case, even the cause of suffering boils down to a shared psychological conflict: what essentially constitutes being human and if im human or not. now this sharing of pain and suffering is the foundation of forming a connection with someone, which makes life a little better. here again, what rimaud imparted to dazai and chuuya is driven home. also dazai’s key anxiety is not finding meaning/anything. this “anything” can be assumed to be something that justifies life. so all his anxiety and frustration stems from the fact that there really is no discernible meaning to be found in the mechanism of life. so it is an empty pursuit because it is true that nothing can explain why feelings of pain and suffering are exponentially heavier than feelings of happiness or why after getting to experience one (1) free day we’re back to square one where life is grueling. these are questions that really dont have an answer so every time dazai like gazes into the abyss and says he didnt  find anything, he is not so much asking if he’ll ever find anything as swallowing the hard truth that there is nothing to be found, no singular entity exists that can magically justify everything. again drawing upon literature or philosophy more specifically, there’s a concept called Absurdism which says the only philosophical truth so to say is this that life is absurd and looking for meaning is futile. instead what we can do is accept that it is absurd and deal with it in the best way possible, by finding little sources and moments of happiness, and strewing them together so we feel somewhat content. even if it is just for a fleeting second. and this happiness/contentment amidst a wretched life (altho temporal) can be found in friendship, in sharing, and even in having fun with people you’re comfortable with! this is actually why dazai wants to save chuuya and now it may seem like im interpreting his words through the shipping lens but thats not so and it can be corroborated by looking into dazai’s words to odasaku. after chuuya, dazai’s next attempt at friendship was odasaku who he found “interesting”. now when odasaku sort of like threw hands and chose death over having to live a life without the orphans, dazai tried to stop him not by saying stuff like life is good. and things will def change for the better. but instead he admits that living is hard and the sense of void is ubiquitous and yet he doesnt want him to  up and die because then he would be sad. because the little comfort that he got from odasaku and something he probably assumed odasaku also got from him would be gone. [how much odasaku considered dazai a source of comfort remains unclear. in fact the reason odasaku gave up and died was because he did not have this. this feeling of sharing in someone else’s suffering and seeking comfort in friends in the real world. instead he was too vested in his ideal world. his over reliance on an entirely idealistic concept is actually what pushed him over the edge. and this would have been the case for dazai too had he not encountered and sought comfort and companionship in chuuya and eventually in odasaku ] so this again goes on to show how rimbaud’s words changed dazai’s heart. and in a way dazai really has been doing this unconsciously form the v beginning like by teasing chuuya continually in Fifteen. you dont expect someone as cold as him to indulge in friendly bickering and taunting so often but he does. that there is significance and even happiness in that is something he learns over time, after rimbaud’s words to him. although these things seem futile on the surface they give a moment’s respite. so although chuuya spinning dazai on a rope in stormbringer might seem weird to everyone, they still serve a purpose:  

what shirase puts forward is particularly relevant here because neither dazai nor chuuya is fully aware of the extent of their feelings (or even what those feelings are like they dont know what label to put. so typical oblivious lovers) for each other or what they stand to gain just by driving each other nuts but there is something intangible but satisfying to be felt. a kind of contentment that helps him continue. one day at a time. there is no one great “thing” that can make him like wake up one day feeling like he doesnt want to die ever again. but again like i said before, the key word for dazai is “extent” so, these little things to some extent contribute to a sense of fulfilment which helps him keep death at bay. thats why he’s bent on saving chuuya bc he knows they can share in their suffering and make life better for each other. its not like he wants chuuya to suffer. chuuya will suffer nonetheless like every other human. but in suffering together there is something to be found so he doesnt want him to cease being human. 

this covers more or less the intertextuality between Stormbringer and Fifteen. i just wanna talk a bit more about a couple other moments in Stormbringer that i feel are p important because they put some things in the series in perspective and also made the dead apple moment 10x more emotional 🥺 one thing that really strikes me is the absolute fanon level of comfort that dazai and chuuya share in Strombringer. its like scenes form k-drama lol. 

so yeah this stuff. compare this with dazai’s reaction @atsushi when he drops im not saying that its not just a joke and that what im saying should be the right way to look at this contrast. its not like that at all. but what this does is give an estimate to the readers just how close and comfortable dazai feels when its chuuya. and this plus everything i rambling on abt for so long also gives us an estimate about the sincerity of dazais feelings. now 2 things always bothered me : the fact that dazai actually left chuuya and the fact that after the fight against lovecraft he actualy deserted him (this again can ofc be construed as just a humorous bit but still it did leave a bad taste in my mouth) dazai leaving the mafia is ofc something he had to do to fulfil oda’s dying wish but it still dint sit right with me that he would abandon chuuya. just like oda levaing is harder on dazai, dazai leaving is harder on chuuya. its always harder on the one left behind. so anyway, these sorts of things sometimes made me doubt dazai’s feelings but now that stormbringer clears it all up i do think there is a larger motif at work here. when mori offers dazai to come back to the mafia in s2 we see him saying that it was mori who kicked him out and that he did so because he was afraid dazai would usurp his position. so he set it up in a way that dazai would be forced to leave but on his own accord. now more than usurpation i believe what mori really did fear is that dazai had no allegiance to the mafia (which is actually true) bc he doesnt have that sense of loyalty and that to him his friends were more important than swearing allegiance to mori. (which again is true). so by getting oda killed, the message that mori seemed to be giving out was if dazai didnt leave he would do it again. and if we consider ango’s betrayal which had already transpired at that point, the one mori would next target to sort of get at dazai would inevitably be chuuya. this is only conjecture but still, i do believe this might as well be true because then it would explain why dazai didnt carry chuuya back to the base after their fight [something he was v comfortable doing in Stormbringer. in fact in the first case he carries chuuya back to the billiards bar and not to the mafia’s base so he could hear albatross’ last words 🥺] its because mori needs to know unlike dazai, chuuya is absolutely loyal to him which regrettably he is. it kinda becomes imperative therefore on part of dazai to make it seem that way to mori. that they really are at each others throats and that dazai is insignificant to chuuya. and that the mafia comes before dazai. (which is not true bc we see chuuya protecting his friend [shirase] while also staying loyal to the mafia in Stormbringer) 

mori also in his own way tries to provoke hostility b/w them like in Dead Dpple when he was all like yeah so dazai is the star and chuuya is merely bait. so it kinda makes sense if dazai left the mafia not only to like do good work but also to protect chuuya from mori. also the fact that chuuya did the same thing— left the Sheep and joined PM to protect Shirase from the mafia makes be believe that my speculation is plausible given all the parallels we find between dazai and chuuya. 

and the last bit is about the brilliant Dead Apple scene and how much added context it gets in light of Stormbringer. 

in this scene dazai first says: “you used Corruption believing in me?” and then the translation is “how beautiful” which is an okay translation but the exact thing dazai said was “nakasetekurerune” which literally is : youre gonna make me cry you know? now my knowledge of japanese is like duolingo level but i do know “nakasete” has to do with crying and “kureru” is used by the receiver to indicate he’s receiving a feeling/object from someone close. so basically chuuya trusting him is something so beautiful that it could almost move him to tears. now lets look at dazai’s intro in Stormbringer:

dazai, being dazai, ofc would be able to tell genuine trust from fealty out of fear so ofc the fact that chuuya has this kind of blind faith in him is overwhelming for him. also stormbringer really expands on the sight effects of Corruption in full detail. its so PAINFUL and to think that chuuya would jump into it right away for dazai’s sake.....no wonder he is so soft when deactivating him. and then he proceeds to flirt for a little bit with the Snow White and the kiss of life reference. but this flirting doesnt seem even a little out of place now. it doesn't feel like smth meaningless or smth that dazai is just saying as a joke. that there is absoluetly no subtext to making a statement like that. instead that kind of flirting feels like smth inspired from a deep, deep familiarity with someone who really shares his heart and soul. when he talks to chuuya abt the problem of not knowing whether he is human or not, it is a problem that is as central to him as it’s to chuuya. not feeling fully reconciled to a human identity is a problem thats fundamental to both of them. I don’t think familiarity gets any deeper than this where you share the exact same psychological problem. so its really wonderful how we can trace the skk development now: what starts out as a crush on part of dazai or not a crush exactly rather, a feeling of perplexed admiration because chuuya is breathtakingly beautiful inside out, eventually gain all these layers and develops into something meaningful where they have so much faith in each other and where they literally help each other live. knowing someone out there shares your exact issue so you’re really not alone in this is perhaps the greatest comfort in the world. also now its clear how both of them would have turned out had they not met each other and had they not taken in rimbaud’s advice. chuuya in his desire to learn about himself and frustration at not being able to do the same would have perhaps spiralled downward and ended up becoming like verlaine. he is his double here after all. and had dazai not seen chuuya up close being the wonderful person he is, he too would have probably ended up developing a god complex and becoming like fyodor. dazai is there to save chuuya literally from dying a monster and chuuya is there to remind him he too can try and mend his ways and embrace his human side. after all chuuya has so much trust him in! (despite him having questionable methods) for both of them, it starts out as an attempt to be more human, then establishing a fruitful partnership, and finally coming in terms with their feelings to some extent. for dazai, he’s comfortable enough to engage in occasional flirting at this point and for chuuya it’s playing along with dazai’s antics (well with the ones he get 💀 pretty boy has half a functional braincell) and openly showing his concern for him. so really by confirming their feelings what strombringer does is enhance the skk development in a way that Dead Apple doesnt seem like fan service anymore. the fact that dazai would casually flirt or be comfortable with chuuya landing on his crotch 💀 all that isnt as ridiculous as it first seemed because stormbringer lays the groundwork and anticipates all the intimate/flirty skk moments that have happened till now and ig will happen again soon. 

#bsd #stormbringer #soukoku #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #bungou stray dogs #stormbringer spoilers #bsd meta #bsd analysis

[kanene-yaaay]

Tickle me, princey

Kanene’s note: This fic is basically: Virgil is a bratty Lee, Roman is a competitive Ler and none of them are going down without a fight xDD.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Lee!Virgil and Ler!Roman (Kind of. Because there is almost no tickles here, just teasing). Human AU.

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* This have about 2.500 words of Roman and Virgil just being teasy beans.  ‘w’)b.

* PLEASE CHECK THIS AMAZING ART! IT’S INCREDIBLEE! <33

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! I didn’t proofread that one very well, so I will probably be correcting a few things later. Any advice is always very, very welcome!

* A versão em português brasileiro irá ser escrita, ainda. Eu espero! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Do something crazy today, take a good rest, be kind (especially with yourself) and drink water! Byeioo!~

                              [~*~]

Roman cleaned his hands on his jeans before stretching his back and sighing in relief when a small ‘pop’ came from it. The pal from the nearby library was a cool person – not that he would ever allow the other to hear this, because, damn, people who called Roman cocky definitely haven’t met them yet – but equally precise in get on his nerves with as few words as possible, even though the florist didn’t care that much as his dramatics discourses tried to convince everyone he did. 

Besides that, they was Patton’s friend and even more important, they made an accord with the Flower Shop’s owner and Roman was the one in charge to deliver their biweekly floral arrangement to the library’s decór. However, today Roman managed to win their discussion and therefore a couple of podcast episodes read by them (What? Their voice was quite nice!!).

Roman ignored the small ring of the door’s bell as he entered the Flower Shop, looking around to be sure there was no clients before taking his position behind the balcony, internally thanking how chill Patton was with his employees using phone during the shift as long there wasn’t no one near, especially as he unlocked his screen and a new notification popped in front of him.

Butterflies went immediately crazy on his stomach.

[Message from Panic! At Everywhere]

[P: Hey. So, are you still ok?]

Virgil kicked his blanket out of his bed, already feeling a tad of giddiness spread across his body, a small smirk finding its way to his face without him even realizing. Today was the day. Since when he and Roman talked on the last week about boundaries to be sure nothing had changed and decided Saturday as a good day for their session the one with purple hair couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander, picturing and re-picturing what would happen, even though Roman always insisted to never tell him his plans, wanting to keep everything as a surprise, which definitely didn’t help at all the excitement running on his veins.

Their session.

Their tickle session. It was only eleven in the morning and Virgil could already feel his skin tingle just by imagine Roman’s fingers grazing, dancing on it, carefully looking for all his weak spots both knew so well before coming with an entire new technique that would make the other (almost, barely, hardly) want to jump out of his skin so he could escape from the maddening tickly sensation.

He was going to love it. 

Also, it didn’t help that he spent the previous night and its following morning consuming all his favorite tickle content, dying on the spot (and on the reblogs) and skyrocketing his lee mood to the mountains.

Nevertheless, he tried to play nonchalant as answered the other’s new message.

[Message from Dumb(o)]

[D: Yes.]

[P: Cool.]

[D: You?]

[P: Yep.]

[D: Glad to know, Blushy Bug. Try to not alarm all of our neighborhood with your squeals and giggles before I get there, okay? ~

D: And yeah, plu-e-ase, continue with your so delightful tags on your reblogs, okay, Tickle me Emo? I’m learning so much new information with that. If only I would have an opportunity to use all of them today…]

Virgil snorted, one hand trying to hide his face as he attempted with all his might to ignore the flames taking over his cheeks as the teases sank and the memories from the day he conquered this nickname emerged from the deeps of his mind. So, Princey was already so over his head with being the ler this time? Thinking Virgil would be hiding his face on the pillow, squeaking and tittering helpless? Well, he would have a big storm coming, then.

Virgil got up, his footsteps leading him to the clean desk in the room, moving some of the objects so carefully chosen in order to get the perfect picture. Every single makeup  brush lined, gleaming under the lens of his camera, away enough so the viewer would be able to realize all their individualities but close enough to create an impact. 

Two can play this game.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent an image]

Roman clicked on it, eyes going immediately wide as he quickly slammed the cellphone’s screen on his red apron, his gaze running from a place to another to be sure no one was near or had seen the conversation or noticed the way his smile went from an ear to another.

[P: Nah. I’m too occupied choosing the perfect tools for today… I mean, there are just so many options, ya know? I especially prefer the smallest ones, their bristles softly running on my ribs, tracing their way across my tummy to get to the other side… yeah. That is the good stuff. Or maybe we could be experimenting the biggest ones today, letting them tease that spot right under my chin, the softness engulfing all the nerves… ]

Roman took a deep breath, realizing the other still typing.

[P: Anyway, don’t make a big deal of this, ‘kay? I know your imagination can be very fertile but try to not alert Patton with all your blush and twitching. You know he is a curious guy and will want to know why you’re so smiley. ;)]

    “Pai amado, (Dear God) he is going to kill me.” Roman crossed his arms, using all his will to no start wiggling them to nothing, a sudden urge to sing some nursery rhymes making him begin to humming quietly as attempted to gather enough concentration to type a proper, cool reply.

[D: Is that so? So, the big, badass Virgil Storm is excited to get all his tickly-tickle-tickles today? Is he excited to become a so helpless, so adorable mess of giggles and squeaks? To be teased and tickled until he can do nothing but give me those lovely snorts and wiggly-wiggles? ~

Awww. So cute. ~]

[P: Yeah, I am. So what? Wanna do something about that, Sir Sing a Lot? 

Ops, I forgot you’re at work rn. Tsc. Such a pity. Well, guess I will have to kill some time by looking at your precious collection of feathers, see if I find something interesting there.]

[D: You just wait for when I get home.]

[P: :)]

Virgil laid his phone at his side, hiding his face on the mattress, kicking just like he was some teenager in love from those generic movies. The squeals bubbled out from his lips, smiles blooming. He knew he probably was just digging his own grave, but, ha, as if he would fall without a fight. Plus, imagining Roman trying at every cost to keep a straight expression while reading his texts and then struggling to continue his work just as if nothing had happened, with that cute, excited smile planted on his face made a proud wave of power – and joy - hit him and that was a bonus which was worth it. 

Then his phone vibrated, indicating a new notification and a new flood of shivers as he unlocked his screen, freezing for a couple of heartbeats with the length of the message.  

[D: A poem for my dear Knightmare. ~

Once upon a time

There was a wiggley-wiggly lee

That just a few pokes

Made him giggle with glee

Some scribbles here

Some scratches there

You can tickle-tickle

He is ticklish everywhere!

What, you don’t believe me?

‘That much cute he can’t be!’

Well, then allow me to demonstrate

All the beautiful sounds he can create!

Give a few prodding on his ribs

And a quick digging on his hips

Some brushes on his toesies and feet

And don’t forget about these helpless pits!

(And hey, psst, if you squeeze his sides

The cutie, squeaky, wiggly lee,

Will be squealing in a happy delight)

This neck is also asking for tickly-kisses 

He always denies, always desire

Add to that some teasy whispers

And watch his cheeks be set on fire!

Once upon a time

There was a bratty, smug lee

That just a few tickle teases

Can make him a blushy mess

Just like now, you see!]

[…]

“Have a nice day. Thank you for coming!”

Roman waved to the client who got out from the Flower Shop, taming the smugness which threatened to take over his features as he realized that even though an hour had passed, no answer to his last text had arrived yet. He was perfectly aware of how weak Virgil was for any sort of rhymed tease and a whole poem – not his best, he had to admit – dedicated to him? He could almost see the other shrieking, hiding his red face on the pillow, lost in a mess of quiet peals of laughter and curses. His smile got even bigger, swelled in pride. And, well, if he couldn’t help it but push his luck a few inches further, his fingers already halfway to typing a small, itsy bitsy, new tease to his favorite emo lee, how could someone really blame him?

[D: Oh, sorry. Did I make the scary Virgil too much flustered to talk? Awww, I will miss your sassy remarks deeply and sing a ballad in your honor at the funeral. ~] 

He snorted at the amount of time the symbol of ‘typing’ appeared and disappeared on the conversation, using the ten minutes he took to be answered to organize a few sales signs on the glass in front of the store, gaining a dance on his step as the one-worded sentence shone on his phone.

[P: Bitch.]

[D: I have no idea of what you’re talking about. Is that something I said? I feel wounded.]

But a new thing popped up.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent a video]

[P: :)]

It seemed like hours passed, even if he knew the downloading probably didn’t really take more than a few pieces of minute for him to hit the play.

The focus of the camera took a few seconds to adjust, the image trembling and shaking before going still, the crystal clear form of a small light brown, slightly spiked feather twirling between Virgil’s index and thumb locking his eyes on the screen. A quick, quiet sigh could be heard before the tickle tool descended to the palm extended on a desk, stopping by Virgil’s pulse.

The bristles grazed the skin there as the feather began to move on slow strokes, going from the left to the right, left and right, left and right… calmly making its way up, changing to small swirls as it contorted the form of the hand, giving to each finger a light tracing before concentrating on the palm, drawing a spiral which approximated inch by inch to the center. If Roman wasn’t so quiet, - even holding his breath, - maybe he wouldn’t be able to listen the incredibly low, contained huffs of laughter on the background, a soft snort escaping and making both hands tremble as the bristles hit the center of his hand, dancing around the spot for a bit. 

When it stopped, the tool was placed on the desk and then the camera started to move, stopping on Roman’s so very well-known golden with silver details box. Its lid laid next to it, letting its entire content to be proudly shown. The explosion of colors from the most diverse large, small, pointy, fluffy feathers took over the frame, however, a tiny piece of paper placed on the exact center of them was what captured his attention. The lens zoomed and focused, making him able to read the quick message written there.

“:)”

And then the screen went black. The video was over. 

Roman could feel his face being almost split in half by his grin, his fingers hitting the table top in complete frenzy since they hadn’t to hold the device anymore, curling and uncurling as the one who couldn’t just stay still started to bounce his right leg, ignoring the redness he felt crippling down his neck.

“Roman?”

He fully shrieked. Both him and Patton startled and jumped a few centimeters in the air with the sudden sound. The florist slapping his own hand on his mouth, trying with all his inner strength to stop the bubbly giggles which flooded non stop from his lips

“Sorry for the scare, kiddo,” the shine on his eyes free of any guilt as Patton bit his own knuckles proved the contrary, especially when the rest of an awed squeal escaped from his lips, only making the other to giggle harder, eyes closed, blush deepening and nose scrunched. “Aww, your giggles are so cute!” 

“Shuhuhush!!” The Flower Shop owner just smiled fondly, withholding his comments and patiently waiting for the other to recompose himself. When Roman looked at least a tad calmer he decided to make his decision to talk to him clear.

“I’m glad you’re in a good mood, Ro! I just wanted to remember today’s shift is already over. I need a bit of time to organize everything before the painter comes so we can discuss the new design of the Flower Shop. Thank you so much for the ideas, by the way! I can’t wait for you all to see the result! It will be so pretty!!” Roman’s wide eyes were enough of an explanation of why he wasn’t ready to go yet, probably having forgotten about their last month conversation. Although, the surprised look was away in an instant, a shine taking over his glare before he softened, locking his eyes with Patton.

“Of course, it will be, Patty-cake! With my magnificent ideas and your good taste, I really don’t think any other result besides wonderful and perfection will be possible!” He squeezed Patton’s cheeks and his friend stuck out his tongue at him, winning a quick poke on his ribs that made him squirms and yelp, quickly tittering and waving the other with his hands.

“Now shoo-shoo, go enjoy your afternoon!”

A devious smirk gleamed on Roman’s expression for a second. “You can count on it, Padre.” But then it was gone as quickly as it appeared. “Thank you, my mighty hero in a shiny armor! May the universe let our destiny align again in the future.”

“See ya, kiddo!” He replied, his tune also full of joy, watching the one with red hair going away, a happy bounce on his steps.

[…]

Virgil picked the phone in the first ring. “Roman, something happened?”

“Nope,” the purple lover sighed in relief, all the tension getting out of his body and being replaced by confusion, “nothing happened except that a handsome, incredible someone got out from his work earlier than expected and might be heading his home by now.”

That made Virgil shot up, biting his lower lip, butterflies freaking out. “No.” It was his whisper.

“Oh, yes. ~” Roman practically purred on the speaker. “any last words, my dear, defenseless Giggly Storm?”

Virgil just giggled and Roman had almost forgotten how that sound only was enough to spread an explosion of a warm, good feeling on his chest. “Aw, and here I was thinking I would have at least some challenge today. ~” He continued to tease.

Silence. 

“Go check your messages, Princeypie.”

And then he hung up. Roman fondly rolled his eyes, running to check the new notification on their conversation.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent a photo]

It was Virgil, sitting on his bed criss crossed, one elbow resting on his thigh as he took the picture on the body mirror on the other side of the room, a strong blush very visible on his face half hidden by the device, wearing a short and Roman’s red crop top. A new message popped right under the photo.

[P: Get your butt here and tickle me, Sir Sing a Lot.’]

This emo was going to be the death of him.

[D: Aww, I don’t even get a smile?]

[P: You gotta work for those, Princey.]

Virgil definitely did not jump nor yelp as he heard the low, dangerous tune of an “evil” laughter echoes in the house coming from the living room, the sound of the front door being closed making his flight instincts kick in.

“Oh, don’t worry.” Virgil was already halfway to the most far away room where he could escape, trying to keep his reputation as he heard another set of footsteps quickly getting ground and following right behind him. Laughter and squeaks mixed in the air.

“Because I will.” Roman answered.

#Very teasy #Teases #Lee!Virgil #Ler!Roman #Virgil is a brat and Roman is one as well #Ticklish!Virgil #Sanders Sides tickles #Sanders Sides tickling #Kanene's Fanfic #Kanene's Art #Kanene's fic #Brief self tickles #Feathers #blushy bois #Writing this kind of fic is very fun and sdfghertcvgbhn kind of silly as well #Virgil: Tickle me// Roman: Okay// Virgil: *NYOOOM* #I still don't know how to tag this dfghjsdfghdcf #I feel like my writing is a bit weird nowdays but yeah I'm still proud of this!

[sur-un-fil]

“Karma is a bitch”

My entry in @nayialovecat's second contest! In both languages, of course... A (huge!) thank you to @waruihoshi for correcting the english version, without her I would have been too ashamed to participate! It's really a little novel, not my best, but it's the first time I participate to a contest and especially for a text in English. Here it is :)

I'll start with the English version and the French version is just below.

Enjoy!

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Fifteen didn't deserve this. He wasn't a bad ... person, and as long as he could remember (that is, until the morning before), he hadn't done anything to justify finding himself tied up and left to feed the Demon. Other than falling into a trap, of course. It wasn't fair. He still had several hours to live, he didn't want to end like this! Well, he would come back to life in the next cycle, but for some time now they had become unusually long. Who knows if they wouldn't just stop someday? Today, for example? With the bad luck that Fifteen dragged on, it was quite possible! So when the Demon offered him a chance to survive, he jumped at it. Two minutes was always better than nothing. Fifteen swallowed his first impulse, which was to sit on the floor to cry and thought while pretending to negotiate with Bendy. He had to surprised him. Show ingenuity. Not easy, for beings made of ink, black magic, despair and small habits. But Fifteen was not a fool. And above all, he was friends with John. John who always came home from Sammy with a blissful smile. He didn't believe for a second that the abomination in front of him was a god. No, he was a poor monster like all of them, but a monster with fangs and claws and a filthy appetite. Yes, but with one or two weaknesses ...

- Just a minute and twenty seconds, my pretty little snack, Bendy creaked with a smirk.

Fifteen flinched. And rushed forward. They weren't that far from his goal. And at that point in the cycle, Fifteen was pretty sure he knew where to find him. He was running as fast as he could. If the Demon was playing fair, he would keep that big, crooked devil form with a damaged leg, which would give him a chance to outrun him. But Bendy was hungry ... Fifteen forced himself not to think about what would happen to him if the Demon took on his bestial form. He bumped into walls as he turned in the hallways, jumped over the black puddles that splashed under the pounding of his feet, hurt his hands as he pushed the doors back ... But he didn't think about it. While fleeing, he tried to mobilize whatever persuasion he had left. He couldn't tell how long he had been running, or even if Bendy was already chasing him. And he wasn't going to stop to listen. Sammy's slogans were displayed on the walls, confirming that he was on the right track. The path they all avoided carefully, usually.

And he found him. Well, "found"... As he opened the door to the radio room, he crashed into Sammy and knocked him down on the floor, swept away by his speed and relief. Before the ex-musician could open his mouth to insult him (and surely promise him some very painful punishment), Fifteen took a deep breath, got up on his hands to look him in the eyes - actually in the mask - and bawled with conviction:

- I WANT TO CONVERT!

Sammy was speechless. It was the first time that one of these ... Useless things had come to him on purpose.

- This is ... Is it true? I mean ... Of course.

Fifteen nodded frantically, persuaded to hear the Demon already coming.

- Uh ... well, let u's talk to you about our Lord first, and ...

- NO! No. Erm, excuse me. Too much faith. Please, dear prophet, could you baptize me right now? I NEED it, you understand? It can't wait!

Fifteen could see the stars shining in Sammy's cardboard eyes. This ability he had to animate his mask had always scared him. But if this freak managed to save his life, he swore to ... To ... To avoid making fun of him too often with his friends. There. He owed him that.

He pushed himself up and jumped to his legs, then reached out and picked Sammy up. He then pushed him as respectfully as possible into the radio room and closed the door. It was paltry protection against Bendy, but maybe it'll give him a few more seconds?  It was worth trying.

Sammy stood in the middle of the room, with dangling arms. He seemed completely overwhelmed bythe turn of the events. Fifteen, in a hurry to save himself, threw himself on his knees in front of him. He then lowered his head and clasped his hands, like he had sometimes caught John doing. Sammy seemed to come out of his delighted amazement. He playfully ran to the back of the room, rummaged in a shelf, and came back to him with a step that  Fifteen considered happy, even from the depths of his fear. He then planted candles in a circle around Fifteen, lit them with a dexterity born of habit (and boredom too). Curious, Fifteen raised his head a little. Sammy wore a clean mask, which a smile bigger than the one of the little devil himself. He had set up a large cardboard representation of Bendy behind him and he was standing in front of Fifteen , his arms raised and a small cup in his right hand.

- My dear ... Sammy began in a powerful voice.

He suddenly lowered his head towards his future follower, who was quivering with impatience and terror.

- What's your name ?

"Fifteen, dear prophet,"  Fifteen replied, emphasizing the last words. He could have sworn that Sammy straightened up, repeating incredulously "Dear Prophet."

- My dear Fifteen, I have the pleasure of welcoming you among the disciples of our Lord Bendy. You've come a long way to get here ...

"But very quickly, believe me!" Fifteen thought sourly.

- ... and we reassure you. You made the right choice. A life full of joy and duty awaits you! You are going to us ...

Fifteen wasn't really listening. He kept a ear open, rolling his eyes internally, annoyed by Sammy's bombast. The ex-musician finally endeds up being silent, perhaps running out of inspiration. He raised his cup to the ceiling. Then he poured it on Fifteen's head. It was cold and oddly thick. And it smelled ...

"... bacon? Is he really baptizing me with soup?"

- You are now part of our community. There are still three of us!

And Fifteen finally heard it. The thud of heavy clawed hands on the floor. He tried to stay calm. He still had a handful seconds left, so he had to try his best. - Let us pray! he exclaimed loudly. He hoped Sammy would take the tension in his voice for a new and vibrant faith.

Sammy looked so delighted with his spontaneous proposal that Fifteen started to feel a bit guilty.  The feeling quickly disappeared when he remembered that his "dear prophet" had previously condemned him to a terrible death. Shivering, he joined his voice to Sammy's, intoning with him a prayer that he found  ridiculous, even though he had forgotten what they were supposed to sound like. He lowered his head, kneeling with his back to the door, with the weirdo reciting happily beside him when the door was torn off its hinges. He didn't move, praying harder, as Sammy turned his head.

- My Lord! What a happy surprise! I have great news: you have more and more believers!

Out of the corner of his eye, Fifteen distinctly saw the Big Bad Ink Demon flinch and step back at the warmth of the masked fanatic's welcome. He only stuck his big horned head through the doorway.

- I forgot you were there, Sally.

- ... Sammy, my Lord.

- Yes, that's what I said, Bendy replied in his deep, husky  voice. Wait ... what are you telling me? What believers?

- New stray lambs opened their eyes and came to worship you! That's wonderful! We will be able to honor you as it should be. Three believers! Imagine how many altars we can build!

- W ... What?

- You will finally be satisfied! Besides, your presence here is proof. I never have the honor to see you at this point in the Cycle. Usually I have to look for you for a long time, or even hide to see you. But you came on your own. You must have felt the power of our love. So the more you will give us the joy of being with us, the stronger our faith will be! 

Fifteen continued to pray absent-mindedly, saying whatever came to his mind that sounded a little religious, but not missing out a crumb of what was happening near to him:

- And we thank You, ô Black Ink, for all these wonderful cartoons You have made. For the strength of their film, which allows us to continue to admire You ... As well as for, uh ... the furniture ... No ... For the bacon soup. Yes, that on the other hand, it is really a miracle that we still find some!

He saw Bendy give him a longing glance, before quickly returning his attention to Sammy, who was beaming with happiness, and  slowly walking towards him with arms wide open. The Ink Demon looked as though he was afraid of what he was planning to do and stepped back again like a big and nervous cat.

- You don't have to, really ... grumbled Bendy.

Sammy was still approaching, looking terribly affectionate, and the Demon whirled around and rushed off down the hall. The prophet slowly lowered his arms, disappointment written on his cardboard mask. Then he turned to Fifteen , who had taken the opportunity to get up and who could not contain his smile. He was alive! He had escaped Bendy! It was a wonderful, a magnificent cyc ...

- Good! Obviously, our Lord, overwhelmed with joy, had to leave. We must now prove ourselves worthy of his trust! I'll teach you the slogans we'll paint on the walls, and show you how to make altars. But I think we are also going to have to innovate. There are more of us, so we have to do new things. We're not going to leave each other now, Fifteen. There is so much to do !

Fifteen felt his happiness of survival die out at the prospect of having to spend all subsequent cycles doing silly and unnecessary things, trapped by a fanatic far too enthusiastic about his faith. Who talked a lot. And who was way too dangerously good with an axe for Fifteen to run away too.

Maybe being eaten by Bendy would't have been so bad after all.

At least it would have been quick.

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#batim #batim fanfic #bendy and the ink machine #bendy #sammy lawrence #SATIM #nayialovecatcontest

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3zun Combo Fics

XiYao

we're alone in the dark E, During Canon, Classroom Sex, 4.6k It's the first time Jin Guangyao has had the chance to use the jade token Lan Xichen had given him for free passage in and out of the Cloud Recesses, and it's during this first late evening visit that Jin Guangyao discovers that Lan Xichen has been having fantasies about him for far longer than he ever could have guessed--and that Lan Xichen is very eager to act on one such fantasy.

your love is all i can think about E, During Canon/AU, Love Letters/Sneaking Around, 10.4k After Lan Xichen finally goes all the way with Jin Guangyao in the aftermath of the Sunshot Campaign, responsibility forces the two apart for far longer than either of them care for. When they finally get to see each other again after three long months, having to sit through hours of a discussion conference when the love of his life is just across the room is more than the poor, sexually pent up Lan Xichen can bear, especially as Jin Guangyao seems to realize he likes the effect he's having on him.

in your warmth i forget how cold it can be E, During Canon, Cold Weather Coziness, 3.3k After a long day of traveling in unexpectedly heavy snowfall, Jin Guangyao arrives in the Cloud Recesses and needs Lan Xichen to warm him up.

rest with me a while E, During Canon, Fluff/Smut, 3.8k The day of the Phoenix Mountain Hunt is a stressful one for Jin Guangyao; Lan Xichen can see how tense he is from just a glance. His offer to help Jin Guangyao with his preparations has been turned down more than once, so Lan Xichen isn't sure what he can possibly do to help him... until he realizes there might be one way he might be able to add a bright spot to Jin Guangyao's day. no angels could beckon me back M, During Canon, Post-Coital Cuddling/Confessions, 1.6k What he had with Lan Xichen should have been enough; Jin Guangyao hadn't intended to confess his feelings, and he certainly hadn't meant for them to be confessed like this.

bare your heart to me E, During Canon, Smut and Hurt/Comfort, 9.5k It's impossible for Lan Xichen to say when he first takes notice of it, but a strange exchange one night makes him realize something rather concerning: he hasn't seen Jin Guangyao's naked body in nearly a year. The realization leads to Lan Xichen chasing after the answer to this mystery, ultimately uncovering a painful truth about the daily horrors of Jin Guangyao's life in Carp Tower.

Daylight Can Be So Violent (series) (in progress, but all pieces are functional one shots) if i told you what i’ve become E, During Canon, Confessions/First Times, 13.7k (pt 1) It's Lan Xichen's first visit to Lanling since Jin Guangyao's ascent to the position of Chief Cultivator the previous month, and with everything he's been through recently, he's perhaps tenser than he otherwise would be, spending a peaceful evening with his dearest friend. Luckily, Jin Guangyao has some ideas about the best ways to relieve stress.

heaven help me (i need to make this right) E, During Canon, Light Bondage, 8k (pt 2) The last few months have been... more than Lan Xichen could have ever hoped for. The reconstruction of the Cloud Recesses is complete, which means his uncle is in a good mood. His brother is healed, moving around and spending time with A-Yuan. And his relationship with Jin Guangyao... well, to put it simply, Lan Xichen couldn't be much happier--though Jin Guangyao has no shortage of ideas for them. It's during one of his regular visits to Lanling that Jin Guangyao suggests they... try doing things a different way.

and i'd do anything E, During Canon, Candle Wax/Praise Kink, 4.7k (pt 3) "Do you trust me?" It was that question, and Lan Xichen's resounding yes, that had landed him here, his wrists tied to the bed posts above his head, silk scarf wrapped lovingly around his eyes, his chest heaving with every hard breath, his cock dripping precum in a sticky pool against his stomach, and drips of wax in various stages of hardness scattered all across his skin.

if there was nowhere to land (i wouldn’t be scared at all) T, During Canon, 5+1fic/angst, 10.7k Meng Yao hasn't lead an easy life. He's been pushed around, beaten, and taken advantage of for nearly as long as he can remember... Falling down stairs is one of the worst things he's been through, and he's fallen more times than anyone should have to. OR Five times someone makes Meng Yao fall down a staircase, and one time someone saves him from falling.

they call me underneath M, Post-Canon, Grief/Mourning, 4.2k Lan Xichen never intended to visit the cemetery where his sworn brothers were interred together, but now that he's here, he can't make himself leave without at least trying.

a fine time to regret T, During Canon, Grief/Comfort, 2.3k As it turned out, even knowing Jin Rusong was going to die didn't give Jin Guangyao the chance to prepare himself for it.

NieYao

hold on to what we are T, During Canon, Fluff, 1.9k Meng Yao is dedicated to working harder than ever as the Sunshot Campaign is ramping up, but Nie Mingjue wants him to come to bed.

if you need it, then i need it (and only we'll know) E, During Canon, Sex Pollen, 13.1k Meng Yao and Nie Mingjue are on what they assume to be a normal scouting mission into Wen territory--but the day is turned on its head when they get a bit too close to some strange looking plants that release a thick cloud of pollen as they approach. By the time they make it back to camp, they're both already feeling the effects, and the camp's doctor has some mixed news to share. The bad news? The pollen will lead to a deadly qi deviation if left untreated. The good news? They know how to treat it! Now it's just up to Meng Yao and Nie Mingjue to act on it (and on the feelings they've been secretly harboring for one another for months).

when it comes time to rest my head E, Canon Divergent, Hurt/Comfort, 20.8k When Nie Mingjue spots the freshly bloodied handkerchief Jin Guangyao accidentally drops, his first sickening conclusion is that he's just caught him in the middle of some nefarious deed--but Nie Mingjue investigates further, and instead uncovers a series of injuries across Jin Guangyao's body that tell a much more heart-wrenching tale than the one Nie Mingjue first suspected. Can Nie Mingjue earn back enough of Jin Guangyao's trust to get him to accept the help he so clearly needs? Can he convince Jin Guangyao... to come back to Qinghe with him? i need your broken promises E, Canon Divergent, Werecat!JGY, 11.7k The night Meng Yao is promoted to be Nie Mingjue's deputy, he makes two requests: to be left alone on the night of the full moon, and to not be asked why he needs to be left alone. Nie Mingjue is extremely curious about this odd appeal, but he honors it regardless. Years later, when Nie Mingjue proposes, Meng Yao repeats his requests as the only stipulations for their marriage, and Nie Mingjue once again promises to let Meng Yao keep his secret... until he realizes that perhaps the secret isn't as well kept as he once thought, and he confronts Meng Yao to learn the truth.

the day bleeds into nightfall T, During Canon, Angst and Romance, 2.5k When Wen Chao attacks the Unclean Realm, Meng Yao rushes to release Xue Yang, and Nie Mingjue catches him stabbing his general. Nie Mingjue might have thought he was doing Meng Yao a mercy when he banished him... but Meng Yao isn't sure he agrees.

love me hard oh, love me right E, Modern AU, Rule 63 PWP, 2k Sometimes Meng Yao just needs to be gently dommed by her girlfriend until she cries, and you know what? That's valid.

the love held in her hands E, Modern Fantasy AU, Rule 63/Fairy!MY, 3k When Nie Mingjue's tiny fairy girlfriend asks to be fingered, Nie Mingjue immediately considers it to be a bad idea... but when her search for something more appropriately-sized drags on too long, she decides to give in to Meng Yao's impatient demands.

NieLan

the common tongue of your loving me E, Modern AU, 69ing, 3.7k Lan Huan and Nie Mingjue have been dating for almost two years now, but Nie Mingjue is always coming up with ways for him and his beau to have some new sort of fun in the bedroom. (Submission for NieLan Month 2020, Day 22 Desperation/Beauty/Awe. This is also the 69th fic I've uploaded to my AO3 account haha)

3zun

home is where my love waits E, Modern AU, Sexted Pics & DP, 5.1k Meng Yao is out of town on business for the weekend and Lan Huan and Nie Mingjue have the brilliant idea to send their absent boyfriend some spicy material to keep him warm while he's away (and definitely not because teasing him is very fun). When Meng Yao gets back to his hotel room at night to discover the proverbial feast, he's both very turned on and very frustrated to be so far away--but luckily for Meng Yao, they have more than adequate plans to make up for their teasing once he gets home.

i’ve had no love like your love E, Modern AU, happy birthday jgy!3some, 9.2k It's Meng Yao's birthday, and after working all day, he travels to Nie Mingjue's place in a swiftly escalating winter storm, where a night of warm wine and even warmer company awaits... Nie Mingjue and a tipsy Lan Huan have a delightful plan in place on just how they can warm him up.

how could i ask for more E, Modern Genderbend AU, CNC Roleplay, 14.3k When Meng Yao and Nie Mingjue ask Lan Huan what she wants for her birthday, they strongly imply it can be a sexual favor. Lan Huan asks for so little in the bedroom; she always seems content to just join in whatever activities her girlfriends partake in and never makes specific requests for herself. Of course, when Lan Huan actually indulges their suggestion, the last thing they expect from her is a detailed, written fantasy that she hands to them with an entirely red face... But if such a thing is what Lan Huan wants, Meng Yao and Nie Mingjue will make sure to give her exactly what she's asking for. Written for Whumptober 2020, Theme No 6. PLEASE… (“Get it Out” | No More | “Stop, please”).

there’s a hole in my soul (can you fill it?) E, Modern AU, Hurt/Comfort & Panic Attacks, 6.2k Meng Yao and Nie Mingjue were exes... until Lan Xichen fell in love with both of them and they decided to set aside their differences for his sake. When they're all together, life is bliss--but Meng Yao's relationship with Nie Mingjue is strained at best, and he notices early on in this reconciliation that the only time Nie Mingjue seems willing to hold him or be affectionate with him is after they have sex. Meng Yao has learned that, on the rare nights and weekends when Lan Xichen is away and he needs affection, that having sex with Nie Mingjue is the quickest and easiest way to get it. Lan Xichen just so happens to be out of town after Meng Yao has a particularly bad day at work. He needs the comfort more than ever, but when he tries to get it from Nie Mingjue the only way he knows how, it doesn't go the way he plans.

in my arms you’re safe and sound T, Vampire AU, Hurt/Comfort & Feeding, 2.9k Jin Guangyao is a dhampir who is fully turned when his father accepts him into the family--but Jin Guangshan treats him terribly, and when Nie Mingjue begins to realize how far this mistreatment goes, he drags Jin Guangyao off for a conversation which quickly escalates into an emotional shouting match that results in Nie Mingjue deciding that Jin Guangyao needs to be removed from Carp Tower immediately. Lan Xichen finds them just in time for the three sworn brothers to head together back to Qinghe, where Lan Xichen personally discovers one of the many awful things Jin Guangshan has done to hurt Jin Guangyao.

how were we to know E, Canon Divergent, MAJOR HURT/comfort, 12.9k (check AO3 for warnings on this one!) After the Sunshot Campaign, Meng Yao took Lan Xichen's offer to come live with him in the Cloud Recesses, sparking the beginning of their romantic relationship--which in turn uncovered their individual romantic histories with Nie Mingjue, and led to a shared romantic present with him. In the years since, the three have been in love and quite happy with their shared arrangement. However, eventual grief lingered at the back of their thoughts; they all knew the effect the saber spirit was gradually having on Nie Mingjue's mind and on his temperament, causing more frequent and more violent outbursts... Though none of them could have guessed the particular sort of violence it would lead Nie Mingjue to commit one night alone with Meng Yao.

when you are lost and i am gone M, Canon Divergent, Character Death, 2k When Lan Xichen had received the letter from Meng Yao, he'd left the camp at once to meet him in the forest outside of Nightless City, but even still, he arrives a second too late to do anything but watch as one of his friends cuts down the other. a light on the other side M, Modern AU, JGY-centric, 2.6k As a child, Meng Yao had only ever met his father in passing, as he had a family of his own and wanted little to do with the child that resulted from his affair with Meng Yao's mother. But when Meng Shi passed away tragically, 13 year old Meng Yao was sent to live with his father, spending the rest of his teen years in a living hell until he was able to escape... A few years later, another affair and another tragedy brought infant Mo Xuanyu into the Jin household and Meng Yao returned to keep him safe from the fate he'd suffered himself. Life there is awful, though not nearly as bad as it was before, as Meng Yao spends most of his time alone caring for Mo Xuanyu. However, a few months into his return, Meng Yao is presented with a unique opportunity when, late one night, he finds Jin Guangshan collapsed on the floor of his office.

#3zun #xiyao #nieyao #nielan #mdzs #cql #wrote a thing #vesper posts

[pinkyhaert]

Nutcracker month 2020 by @artsynoova

Day 10: { Benjamin &.... Yuri!? } (ft. Ghostwire.)

{ Here have a flipping story because my brain just WENT with it when I wrote this; Scroll down for the art ;3c }

~ Hollyberry entered the next world as he did the others, unaware of the particularly dastardly surprise awaiting him. The world had a similar set up to that of Auran’s World. Especially the big theater looming in the background. Hollyberry was half expecting to have to dance the ballet again.. something he wasn’t exactly looking forward too.. ah well. At least he’s had the practice for it.

Inside the Theater, everything was worn out and old looking, not to mention practically pitch Black. The poor little Brave could barely see his Servo in front of his Optics! It was times like these he wished he still had his headlights.. as strange as that may sound. As he Went deeper into the Dreary looking theatre.. He couldn’t help but get the feeling he was being watched...

Two Glowing magenta Eyes Watched from shadows of the curtains.. waiting patiently for the unsuspecting nutcracker to set off his delightful trap he had set for him. This Plan will surely put a stop to Holly’s Meddling in his grand scheme.

As if on cue, The Lights of the theater turned on and shone on The Brave in the center stage. In the next instance by making a Dramatic entrance in a puff of purple smoke- A Phantom Appeared before the Brave in all its Mysterious and spooky splendor. ~

Phantom: “ FOOLISH WOODEN DOLL!! YOU’VE FALLEN RIGHT INTO MY GRASP!!”

Hollyberry, Slowly raising his Servo up to correct them: “ um.. Actually I’m made of metal-”

Phantom: “ I Care Not of any Detail you suggest Commoner’ ”

Hollyberry: “ Ah.”

Phantom: “ All the Intrests Me is What You have to Offer the Great and Powerful Phantom”

Hollyberry; raising an eyebrow in an Unamused manner: “ Oh? and what Might that be?”

Phantom: “ The Core that keeps you running and fighting and despite all odds against you, your ‘Soul’ If you will. Give it to me.”

Hollyberry; Blatantly: “ No.”

Phantom: “ I thought You’d say that you stubborn little Bratt. So I’m willing to make you an offer you can’t refuse.”

~ With the snap of their fingers, two Chambers that looked like miniature stages came down from the ceiling. At once they opened, revealing two of the missing nutcrackers Dressed to impress awaiting inside. It was the nutcracker of this world, Benjamin! and... Yuri!? What’s he doing here And so far away from his home!? Either way he had to help them!

But before Hollyberry could react, The two jumped down and surrounded him. Something was clearly Wrong- And the Masks on their faces proved it. Without warning they tried to subdue him, barely giving him a chance to dodge their attacks. He could tell they didn’t what to attack him however, with the look in their eyes betraying their true emotions on the matter.. but they were powerless to resist the Phantom’s Control.

With another snap of the Phantom’s fingers they obediently returned to his side in their mini stage chambers. Hollyberry whipped around with a Growl as he glared at the phantom with furry in his optics. If there was one thing Holly hated, it was the thought of being controlled to hurt others- especially with your consciousness still intact. ~

Hollyberry: “ RELEASE THEM; NOW!!”

Phantom: “ Only if you win a little wager~”

~ The Seats in the audience suddenly were filled with different shadowy beings and creatures Holly couldn’t make out as they cheered for the phantom and boooed at him. ~

Phantom: “ If you can put on a better performance then both me and my ‘bodyguards’ and survive~ I’ll release your friends. If I win the crowds cheers however, well.. you know how the play goes. So little nutcracker; We got a Deal?”

~ Before holly even had the chance to speak A New Figure burst from the rafters and Landed onto center stage, Causing the crowd to let out a Gasp of surprise. Hollyberry couldn’t believe his optics as he stared at the newcomer who glared down the Phantom before speaking without hesitation. ~

Ghostwire: “ Your Gonna regret you EVER Crossed Our Path you pathetic excuse for a Specter! Bring it On!”

Hollyberry; Astounded: “Rairakkurōzu!! What are you doing here?”

Ghostwire: “ You really think I’m gonna let some random Punk Bully my lil bro? I’d snap All his limbs in half if he even TRIED-”

Phantom: 0_0 💧

Hollyberry: “ Happy to see you too.” ^-^

Ghostwire; Cracking her knuckles while giving death glares to the phantom: “ Let’s show this phony phantom what makes You and me ‘Unique’ to the nutcracker Clan”

Hollyberry: “Alright!”

*music begins to play*

Phantom: “ W..Wait a moment.. That’s not Christmas Music-”

Both Hollyberry & Ghostwire: “ Nope :)”

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The song: ( Again, not sang by me- )

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Hollyberry; Holding Ghostwire back: “ Wait- WAIT Ghosty it’s Okay They’re Back to normal Now” 💦

Ghostwire; About to YEET a Table: “ You sure? Pretty sure I still saw some evil left.”

Hollyberry: “ I’m sure..put the table down.”

Ghostwire: “ Fine..”

Benjamin & Yuri: /// Scary.../// 💧

Hollyberry: “ Um.. anyways, Are you two alright?”

Benjamin: “ Much better now that we aren’t under that Phantoms control and can move freely, thanks for the help Holly.”

Hollyberry: “ That’s good.. these monsters are getting a little harder to fight as time goes on..”

Yuri: “ But where did those things keep coming from?”

Hollyberry: “ I Have a General idea.. But you both shouldn’t be worrying about that. You should be focused on helping your worlds.”

Ghostwire: “ And Don’t worry about Deckerd-”

Hollyberry: “ Holly.”

Ghostwire: “-Holly. Me and a few others will keep an eye out for him. Speaking of which, I gotta go and find Flow and Fedelis now- who knows what shenanigans they’ve gotten themselves Into.”

Hollyberry: “ Haha understandable, Good luck Rairakkurōzu.”

Benjamin: “ If you need any help on Your journey, Just give us a call-”

Yuri: “-And we’ll come lend you a hand for a change!”

Hollyberry: “ Thanks, I appreciate it.” ^_^

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{ Just a friendly note to the beans included:

To Nova: I’ve been having such a fun time coming up with this storyline for the nutcracker month this year and I feel honored to be included in the list! So I wanted to do something special like last year, but with a storyline twist cause’ your special ^_^

To AJ: I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to make it to yuri this year so I wanted to do him a bit eailer than expected~ Surprise!!

To Ghosty: Y’all didn’t think I’d make it this far in an epic adventure and not include The Buff Goth ‘Clara’ of Holly’s Storyline, Did you? Big sister Ghosty is here to take names and claim souls for anyone who messes with her lil’ bro. }

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Benjamin belongs to @artsynoova

Yuri belongs to @ahjones94

Ghostwire belongs to @cyberghost-scout

Hollyberry & Fudge belong to me :3c

#chibi #nutcracker!au #hollyberry #the nutcracker #nutcracker au #nutcracker ocs #nutcracker month #nutcracker month 2020 #nutcracker oc #the blueberry and the ghostly meringue #cyberghost scout #ghostwire #Yuri #Benjamin #the sticker stealer event #good verses evil #aggressive #cute #storyline #phantom #nutcracker #( I’m probably gonna make it to Reuben before I pass out ) #( Also Here’s Holly’s Clara!! ) #( she’s very aggressive) #( complete opposite of Her lil bro Holly ) #( don’t get on her bad side or she’ll throw you ) #( into the sun ) #( right after breaking every bone in your body- ) #my art #maccadam

[kermitbread]

help

was this unnecessary? yes. am I going insane? probably. pls send hananene I'm dying

How did it get to this? Nene asked the same question over and over in her mind, as she sat still on unknown territory. It had water on the ground, so she could still identify it as a boundary.

It was a dark, rather dim looking boundary. Human bones were scattered around the ground, like someone deliberately piled them in one place and kept them there. And to make matters worse...

"Ah! It's Amane's assistant!"

The dreaded little brother of the Honorable No. 7 was also stuck with her.

How did it happen? She had no idea. All she remembered was she was with Hanako, trying to get rid of a rampaging apparition, then blacking out.

Shuddering at the sight of Tsukasa, it didn't really help that she was also sitting on human skeletons. Look, everything on the fear meter was cranked up to a maximum whenever he was there. The complete opposite of how she felt when Hanako was around.

Unfortunately, he shared the same face as his brother, so it surely did not make anything much better for poor Nene.

Well, it was better than being alone in a creepy boundary, at least.

"H-how did we get here?" She tried to speak to the boy, hoping he would settle for some civil conversation. Tsukasa tilted his head at her for a second, scratching his cheek.

"Hmm... dunno!" He cheerfully replied, with a big smile to top that. Nene sighed. She expected that answer sooner or later, especially from him.

She stood up, but a sudden pain forced her to sit back down quickly. She felt the pain sear on her right ankle. For some reason, she had sprained it, not too badly, but it hurt enough to make her back down.

Guess fear made her forget a lot of things.

"Geez... how are we supposed to get out of here?" Squinting her eyes, she tried to get any glimpse of a way out to the boundary, but all she got was a sea of darkness and more bones.

Honestly speaking, her leg hurt, everything was scary, and there was no sign of escape.

Everything's gonna be fine! Hanako-kun will come! He always does! It's just about a matter of time before he arrives!

Kept in her thoughts, she didn't notice Tsukasa making his way next to her, squatting down with his hands on his knees, eyes boring directly at her.

Nene flinched when his palm went to her cheek, and to her utter shock, his touch was surprisingly gentle. If it weren't for the intimidating stare he was giving her right now, it would have felt like it was Hanako and not Tsukasa.

"W... What is it?" Her voice was a little shaky.

"You're crying." Was his simple answer. She touched her other cheek, feeling the wetness travel down her skin.

Since when did she start crying?

"So...?" Nene struggled to form words, but it was rather hard when Tsukasa was invading her space by leaning even closer to her.

"That guy told me I'm supposed to be nice to girls. So," He put on that smile, moving his hand up to her head and pat her. "Everything will be okay! Yeah!"

She blinked owlishly, mouth parted open at his actions. It reminded her of their encounter back in the Mirror Hell, except it ended up with Tsukasa making her faint, which she rather not let it happen again.

If only he didn't look like Hanako-kun! I'm somehow scared of him, but at the same time I'm not! What's going on with you, Nene?!

A rumbling noise made her jump, and the ground beneath her began to shake. The bones rattled against the water, as the rumbling was replaced with loud stomping coming closer, accompanied by a ringing noise that was irritating to the ear.

To her horror, a gigantic skeleton appeared from the shadows, on a rampage. Its bony hands crushed the skulls underneath, roaring at an extreme volume.

While Nene stared on with fear, Tsukasa seemed... oddly delighted at the sight. Well, when was he not happy?

"Uwaah! It's an odokuro! I've always wanted to see one!"

"Y-you know what this is, Tsukasa-kun?" She trembled, looking back at the boy.

"Yeah! I heard they're indestructible. They take humans and gobble their heads up! Pretty cool, right?"

Not cool. Not cool at all. Nope.

The odokuro swiped a long arm around the boundary, as Nene squinted her eyes shut, preparing for impact. Not until she felt her body being lifted up from the mass of bones and suddenly—

"Hey, hey!" Tsukasa spoke next to her, and she opened her eyes, almost letting out a gasp. They were in the air, a few meters away from the giant skeleton, and he was carrying her princess style.

And if Nene was being honest, the heights they were on right now... didn't really help. Those sharp rib bones stuck out on the ground like spikes on a floor. A fall from that height would mean instant peril.

"Wait a moment! I might fall!" She unknowingly clung closer to him, not even noticing his eyes go wide at that. His attention, however, went back to the odokuro, who was scouring through the bones looking for them.

He smiled darkly.

"Oi, odokuro!" He waved a hand at the skeleton, getting its attention. "I got a tasty human for you! Come and get it!"

"Tsukasa-kun!" Nene screamed, and Tsukasa merely laughed at her face of pure terror. The skeleton screeched and started to make its way to them, the ground shaking at it's every step.

"I'm just kidding!" Sending out his kokujoudai, he lifted an arm forward, right in front of the odokuro. "Besides, I don't think Amane would like his assistant dead just yet!"

Nene didn't even have the chance to blink. The black will-o-wisps went in a flash, and in an instant, the skeleton shattered, destroying it completely.

She turned her head at Tsukasa, who was just staring ahead, not meeting her in the eye. The extent of his power never ceased to frighten her. Well, it was to be expected, he did manage to defeat a School Mystery IN their boundary back then.

But it bothered how he didn't hesitate to save her from the skeleton. Probably because of his attachment to Hanako, but Nene knew there was probably something more to that. Doing a favor for him? Or was he the one asking for a favor? Was she overthinking right now?

"Aww, it broke so easily! What a bummer." He sounded pouty, like a child who had broken their favorite toy. Descending down back on the ground, he poked at the remains of the odokuro with his kokujoudai, as if he was expecting for it to move.

"Oh well! Another one will come around soon!"

"Another one?! Not another one!" It was too much. She hid her face on his chest, not wanting to have to look at yet another giant skeleton approaching. She didn't care if this was Tsukasa, she was NOT having any of it!

"Hanako-kun, where are you..." She mumbled timidly, the tears starting to build up again. This whole situation was a mess. One, big, ridiculous mess. And on top of that, her leg still hurt like shit.

Tsukasa blinked, not expecting this sort of thing to happen. Here he was, standing, carrying that radish-legged assistant of his twin brother, who was currently crying onto his shirt. Oh, and did he mention she smelled good? Like, REALLY good?

(a/n: smh tsukasa always getting sidetracked with things he has a low attention span)

He promptly plopped himself in a sitting position, having Nene practically on his lap. She was too busy bawling her eyes out to notice, though, but she did flinch when he put his fingers under her chin, tilting her head to him, forcing her to meet him in the eye.

Teary-eyed, cheeks red. In his opinion, it was a good look for her.

"You're such a crybaby. Amane's assistant is such a crybaby." He commented like it was the funniest thing in the world. Nene mustered up a glare, forgetting that he could probably snap her neck in seconds.

"I have a name, you know."

Tsukasa looked up at the air, pretending to think, before turning back to her with a proud smile. "Can I call you radish legs then?"

"No!"

"Fish girl?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Then..." His eyes narrowed, and he almost looked like a predator out for the kill. "Nene?"

"...Eh?" She couldn't say another word at that. First name basis already? They weren't exactly friends, though.

"Amane calls you Yashiro, so I get to call you Nene!"

"Uh... s-sure." Nene just went along with it. Who knows what kind of crazy stuff would happen if she refused one more time.

"Ouch!" A yelp escaped her mouth when she accidentally moved her right ankle across the ground, as it began to react strongly with pain. Tsukasa observed her whimpering for a few moments, before reaching out and holding her by the shoulders.

"Eh—what are you—"

"Giving you a present." He smirked, leaning forward and she felt his lips press against her cheek.

Her eyes went wide, her heart began to pound fast. What was he doing?! What was he doing—

He lingered there about a few more seconds before pulling away, looking quite proud at himself. "Nene's very clumsy! I gave you a protection charm because rescuing you again would be too much work."

Nene put her hand on the cheek he had apparently cast a spell on, staring at him. For a moment, it was like Hanako had been there with her.

Maybe Tsukasa wasn't so bad if he just tried to? Emphasis on "tried".

Footsteps crunching on the bones approached them, as finally, Hanako and Kou had arrived. "Yashiro!"

"Hanako-kun!" She called out, wanting to stand, but Tsukasa's hold on her was really tightening for some reason. He didn't say much as a word, just watching as his brother and the young exorcist came closer.

"Tsukasa! Let her go!" Hanako readied his knife as Kou put himself in a fighting stance. Nene looked at Tsukasa, and he shrugged.

"I was just having fun with Nene! Can't I borrow her for a little more, Amane?"

"What?!" Both her and Hanako simultaneously shouted. Tsukasa chuckled, and as if to tease them, he let his fingers through her hair, leaning down close to her, cheek to cheek.

"She smells really good, Amane. And she's really warm. So that's why you cling to her a lot. I kinda like it!" He nuzzled his cheek against hers, ignoring her stuttering protests.

"Leave her alone, you bastard!" Kou shouted, gripping on his staff tightly as it began to spark with lightning. Tsukasa pulled away from the poor girl and pouted childishly.

"Aww man. Well... okay. Only because Amane's probably gonna cry soon. I would have wanted to see that, but..." He got up from the boundary floor, calmly walking up to Hanako, and just putting her into his arms like putting a sack away.

Nene automatically clung to Hanako as he unknowingly sighed with relief. Overall, he just couldn't stand being apart for this long.

"It was fun playing with you, Nene! I'll be seeing you real soon!" Snapping his fingers, Tsukasa vanished along with his kokujoudai, leaving a trail of black smoke behind.

"We should get out of here, too. Let's go, kid."

--

"Hey, Yashiro." Hanako asked. He and Nene were in the school's infirmary, while Kou went to fetch the school nurse. Nene sat on the bed, trying not to move her hurting leg too much.

"Yeah?"

"What did... what did Tsukasa do? Did he hurt you?" He seemed to be really worried and scared, as she could now see through his tone. Putting a hand on top of his, she smiled at him.

"He didn't hurt me, Hanako-kun. He was surprisingly... nice. He saved me from that giant skeleton that appeared before you came."

"Oh." Was all he could say. Inwardly, he was a little jealous his little brother was the one who rescued her this time. And calling her by her first name?! Very unfair!

"Ah, and he... also... uh..." Nene shyly averted her eyes from him, as Hanako looked at her with curiosity. "He also gave me a protection charm, just like the one you gave me before."

He blinked. Protection charm. Protection charm. Protection char—

Wait.

Squinting his eyes, he noticed the faint outline of something on her skin, and he probably was now going to lose it very soon.

There, written in black, was the number seven. Tsukasa's own spell.

Hanako felt like a heavy anvil dropped on his head and crushed him.

And as if it weren't already worse enough, Tsukasa suddenly appeared out of nowhere, immediately tackling Nene from behind with a hug. "Nene!!"

"T-Tsukasa-kun?!"

"Did you like my present, Amane? Looks great, right?" He cheekily smirked at Hanako, who was now in the middle of snapping.

"WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD YOU DO THAT?!" Hanako yelled angrily, as his twin laughed.

"Just because!"

"AND WHY WOULD YOU CALL HER BY HER FIRST NAME?!!"

"Only cuz you wouldn't! Right, Nene?" Tsukasa poked Nene on the cheek.

Nene tiredly sighed. It was too stressful to deal with this right now.

Things were going to get weird now, and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry at that.

#jibaku shounen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun #yashiro nene #yugi tsukasa #hanako kun #anime #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #there's some hananene #if you squint #hananene #but its mostly just #tsukanene #yeah #im so sorry

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what’s your favorite trope in vore? write it ♥︎

Anon bless your soul bc I got to write something very self indulgent that only appeals to me, probably. This might be a blend of more than one favorite trope, but hey! I loved writing this! It’s pretty long, so apologies to you guys for that ; ; I love dialogue!

Inkopolis was a bustling hub of culture and activity, filled to the brim with seafolk of all kinds. Nestled in the corner of the plaza was a cafe known as the Coral Reef, which was notably quieter than the area around it. Inside it seemed as though things were slow, with only one cashier behind the counter and a handful of inklings enjoying their snacks. Artemis, the colossal inkling behind the counter, is staring off into space with a rather dreamy expression on his face. Truth be told he was waiting on a certain someone he adored to come in today, and the gentle chime of the door being opened got his attention. In strolled an ink stained inkling, one he knew very well and it caused him to grin. “Well, if it isn’t the one and only~ You look like you’ve been in a fight or two.” The small bobtail squid strides up to the counter, sighing as she tries to wipe ink off herself. “Ugh, hey Artie...ranked was a struggle today. What’s with the look, did you get a raise or something?” He shook his head and stood up to his full height, reaching under the counter and handing her a towel to dry herself off with. “No no Ace, I was just thinking about some things. Thanks for bringing me back to reality, as you tend to do berry blue~” Ace takes the towel and wipes her face, hiding the small blush Art’s baritone voice brought her. He was always a big flirt, but he always laid it on a bit thicker with her. She figured it was just how he was, but she couldn’t help but get blue in the face when he directed them at her. Setting down the towel, she yawns and stares up at the menu. “So, whatcha got today? I’m starved after all that action!” “Well~” He hummed, gesturing to the display case full of treats. “I just finished setting out some of our house specials and a few fruit cheesecakes! I’ve been working on a little secret that may be on the menu as well, buuuut it could use some taste testing to assure its quality!” Ace’s eyebrows raised in curiosity, interested in the new development. “A secret, huh? Mind telling me, your best customer??” She smiled at him, and one to match it slowly grew on Art’s face.

If he can pull this off...he’ll have her right where he wants her.

“Well...it wouldn’t be a secret if I said it during business hours, but you are my best~” He leaned down to whisper it into the much smaller squid’s ear, taking note that she smells deliciously sweet as always. “Red Velvet Cake~ How’s about you come try it for me? You’ve got good taste!” Literally. Or, so he hoped. Ace visibly perked up, that was her favorite! And Artemis made the best cakes, she almost immediately jumped on the offer but a realization gave her pause. That back room...she’s seen a few inklings go back there with him, but only he ever stepped back out. She was suspicious, but the allure of her favorite dessert was a hard one to resist...going back for just one slice shouldn’t hurt. “Alright, you got me...I’ll just have a slice, I wanna get back to turf!” Artemis can hardly contain his delight, he’s been waiting so long for this day! “Ah, so the blue beauty finally joins me for a tasting session...I must say, I’m honored~” He opens the little door that separates the two of them, beckoning for her to come back with him. “Layin’ it on kinda thick there, Artie.” She grumbles as she follows his lead, trying to ignore the blush on her cheeks. He opens the door to the back for her with a wide smile, the light glinting a bit off of his fangs. Curiously and a bit hesitantly, she peers into the room and is met with the sweet scent of things baking. There’s a tray of muffins cooling on the table, along with a covered pan. Is that it? As if he was reading her mind, the orange-hued inkling stepped forward and pulled the cover off, revealing the red dusted cake to her with a mock bow. “Ta-daaa~ A lovely cake for the lovely little lady.”  Ace gasps in delight, moving over to get a closer look. “Oh, Artie...that looks so good! Cut me a slice please!” He’s way ahead of her, slicing through the moist cake as she says this and cutting her a sizable piece. “Your wish is my command, sweetness~ Enjoy!” Ace smiles at him and wastes no time digging into the moist cake, humming in delight at its sweet flavor. It doesn’t take long for her to finish it, and she pushes the plate away with a happy sigh. “That was a perfect pre-game snack, thank you so much! This’ll be a big hit with the customers, I guarantee it!”  “Thank you for your input, but is it good enough for seconds?” He nudges another slice onto her plate as he says this, it’s slightly bigger than the last. “Well, I don’t want to get sick fighting...after this I’m going to get going, okay?” The cake was eaten so as not to disappoint her large friend, and when she was finished she stood up and prepared to leave, much to Artemis’ dismay. “You’re leaving so soon? Ace my dear, I haven’t seen you all day...why don’t we talk about how you are over a third slice of cake?” Ace stared at him a bit suspiciously, why did he want her to eat so much of it? “Third…? That’s a lot of cake and I’m just one squid, I want to stay in fighting shape!”“Oh darling, every shape of yours is flattering and ready for a fight~ I baked this with love knowing you’d see me today...won’t you eat my gift to you?” She blushed, her tentacles curling up a bit as he mixes a few flirts into his words. “It’s a lot, can’t I just take it home?” Artemis’ stomach growls impatiently, he better move fast...charming her is fun and all, but his cravings are growing stronger by the moment. “I would much rather see those cute cheeks puffed out as you finish it off...come on, it’s taking you on! The great Ace could finish off a cake just as easily as she can wipe a team!” Ace nervously eyes the cake, it was smaller than what he’d normally bake as it was for tasting purposes, but it was still a lot for her. However, it’s at his insistence, and she didn’t want to waste something he made specifically for her… “Alright, fine. You owe me if I can finish this off!” “Oh not to worry, you’ll definitely be rewarded~” He smiles, trying to keep his exterior calm as he watches his plan work beautifully. Ace drills through the cake despite her previous remarks, leaving her with a visibly stuffed stomach that Artemis eyes hungrily. He didn’t want to abuse her competitive spirit but it was worth it, it’s about time for him to eat.... The sound of a chair scraping against the floor pulled the colossal squid from his hungry thoughts, and he watches in surprise as Ace stands up to leave. “Ugh, definitely overate...I think I’m just going to head home, sorry Art.” No, she can’t leave now! He can’t, he won’t let this opportunity slip through his fingers now that he’s so close! As she makes her way to the door he quickly cuts her off, leaning against it and smiling nervously. “W-wait Ace, you can’t go quite yet…" She stares up at him, his immense size over her starting to intimidate her alongside his weird behavior. "A-art, why can't I leave…?" The look in his eyes is ravenous, and as he leans down closer to her she can hear the loud and impatient growls of his stomach. "Ace...I've wanted this for the longest time now, I'm sorry…" He opens his mouth wide, his orange, slimy tongue dragging itself up the side of her face, making it clear exactly where she'll be going. Rattled, Ace digs her hands into his large, soft belly, hoping to get him away from her. “A-ARTEMIS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” He’s undeterred, making a shaky and pleased hum as she’s sweeter than he could have possibly imagined. “I’m sorry, I just can’t hold myself back any longer...you’ll be fine, I can promise you that much.” No longer listening to her protests he clamps his mouth down over her head, sealing her in humid darkness and continuing his tasting. Though now he’s mostly driven by hunger he gently strokes her back, trying to relax her so he doesn’t accidentally hurt her. She squirms and struggles as much as she can, tapping into her battle strength even, but it’s moot as Art pulls her further into his mouth and begins swallowing. Her small size relative to him makes eating her simple, with a powerful gulp already pulling her head and chest into his throat and her belly into his maw. He takes his time here, licking all over it and savoring her flavor and its fullness, before standing up and tilting his head back to let gravity do the work for him. Ace’s struggles gave out at this point, and she let peristalsis and the occasional light glurp from the colossal inkling pull her ever deeper to the loud groaning that was his stomach. When she was finally entirely sealed in his throat he sighed, sitting down in a chair and gently rubbing his stomach as she slipped inside it. She curls up without another word, and there’s a beat of silence before Artemis speaks again. “Ace...I’m truly sorry for deceiving you like this, but...I love you. I have for so long, and I wanted you as close to me as possible...you’re safe in there, I would never bring any harm to you. I just...wanted you in my embrace.” She lays still in him, processing his words. All those flirts...he meant them? She wondered if he was telling the truth, and judging by his stomach’s harmless churning and quiet, gentle burbling, he must have meant it. She had always liked him, but didn’t quite know what to say. As if he read her thoughts, he spoke again. “I understand that it’s overwhelming...when I let you out, we can talk more. I just want to hold you for a while, if that’s fine…” She subtly shifts, which is about the best answer she can give. He sighs, settling in to give her a massage. Truth be told, it wasn’t as bad as she thought in here….will he be doing this more if they got together?

She wouldn’t mind the idea of cuddling like this, if so.

#vore fic #soft vore #safe vore #extreme cuddling #halfsize vore #stuffing #splatvore #unwilling vore #kinda but she warms up to it #no this isnt m/f my inksona is nonbinary #i love confessions and stuff through vore like this #and big charming preds #and stuffing in vore #lmk if this needs more tags #sorry vore community i only know how to cater to myself but it WAS a request #Anonymous

[liechi]

/please/ tell me everything abt your college drama patho AU, I would absolutely delighted to hear all abt if possible :)

OHHH MY GOODNESS IM SO HONORED SOMEONE WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT IT ;__; I WASNT EXPECTING THIS WAHFHGH this is kinda silly but its the first au ive actually come up with myself.. im very much one of those “creative” types who can draw but cant write or come up with stories for SHIT so :’3c thank u for asking..

i ended up writing quite a lot so i will stash it all under the cut ^__^ but here is a group pic i did of the four main players ahhhh umm this art is QUITE old so dont look too hard lmfao but here are the lads!

so the play they are doing is hamlet because 1. play within a play..... 2. the main plot of this au is whether daniil or artemy will ultimately be cast as the lead role and i love to overthink about how both of them are fitting for the part in their own unique way o_o obviously daniil is aesthetically VERY fitting with all the dark emo brooding yet witty energy we love to see. artemy... well has a dead father etc etc but more than that i think a lot of hamlet’s philosophies are very applicable to him!!

the line i included in the caption of my art (“there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy”) is actually spoken by hamlet to horatio. here “philosophy” means science or learning in general. so hamlet’s acknowledgement of the limitations of the human mind, as well as his acceptance of it and the existence of unexplainable phenomena of the heavens and earth.. well i think all of that really lends itself to a strong argument for artemy to be considered for hamlet as well!! and thats just one example n_n

here are daniil and artemy’s bios (i havent made a proper illustration for them yet im sorry boys T_T)

daniil (21)

major: theater minor: ??? (past minors: biology, chemistry, anthropology)

hes an absolute prodigy. his acting style is deliberate and methodical. he places extreme importance on following the “old masters’” techniques and styles. often cast in melancholic roles and he himself prefers tragic drama.

he’s taken lessons his whole life and devotes most of his spare time to bettering himself with practice and improving his technique, both with the club and on his own (sometimes with eva n_n)

regarded as the natural choice for this season’s lead, until artemy shows up and proves worthy competition. cue the instant “rivalry” (instigated entirely by daniil)

despite his ego and mercurial temper, he rarely causes trouble for directors or fellow actors. at the end of the day he really just wants to be able to say he gave a successful performance

a life-long learner; cannot settle on a minor if his life depended on it

artemy (20)

major: dance, w/ focus on traditional russian styles minor: childhood studies

not originally interested in acting, he joined the theater club for various half-hearted reasons (to gain more performance experience, to have a more grounded routine, to make friends…?)

extraordinary innate acting ability. quickly recognized for his spectacular natural talent and, notably, improvisation skills.

he’s pretty amused by daniil and the sincerity of his rivalry and various antics in the club (which usually involve andrey). he’s not so competitive himself, but not so meek that he would simply forfeit the lead to daniil.

you wouldn’t hear him admit it but he’s gradually become genuinely invested in the club and theater/drama in general

^again sorry for the wall of text OTL.. anyway here are the bios i did for the stamatins!! AGAIN THE ART COULD BE A LLLLOOOT BETTER but the info is pretty much all there :D

and here is a more recent little pic i did for eva and yulia!! n_n

you know the chris fleming bit where he describes the line between being a theater student and an engineering student as “a nasty netherspace filled with sinister characters with confounding agendas.” LOVE that for yulia.

lara is also in this au she and mark are in charge of the costumes n_n clara is like a middle schooler who keeps showing up to watch their auditions and criticize them from the audience and nobody knows how she keeps getting in. the kains are like the wealthy alumni benefactors/sponsors who keep the theater program afloat. little vlad is the one greasy kid in stage crew that nobody likes

im still thinking of what i want to do with aglaya, anna angel, rubin, etc. but they are all definitely there :3c

#pathologic #college drama au #long post #text heavy #THANK YOU!! YAY!!!!!!! #lace-laden

[starshine583]

Le Paon Part 6

(Sorry it takes me so long to write these! between work, school, and trying to figure out the plot, writing out these chapters is nearly impossible. Please Enjoy!)

Part 1 / Part 5 / Part 7

Felix stared out the car window, watching the buildings pass.

“Maybe.. I would?”

He absently touched his hand. 

“Everyone needs someone to talk to, and.. I’m willing to listen. I-If you want, that is.”

He’d stumbled upon Marinette’s house last night as Le Paon, and they ended up sharing a small conversation. A conversation that had been replaying in his mind since he left. The way she looked at him with a delicate tenderness, the way she spoke to him with a soft understanding despite the circumstances- how could anyone possibly be so selfless and caring?

“Felix?” 

His thoughts were cut short by Adrien, who was knocking on his window. 

“Are you going to get out of the car?”

Felix glanced over his brother’s shoulder to see the school complex in front of them. Students of all ages walked inside without a care, chattering away to each other. When did they arrive? Did Gorilla take a shortcut?

“You’ve been spaced out all morning.” Adrien pointed out as Felix got out of the car. 

“I was rearranging my schedule to read some of the books I selected at the library.” 

Adrien furrowed his brow. “Mentally?” 

“Is there any other way?” Felix replied, starting up the stairs.

“Well, there’s such a thing as paper.” His little brother grumbled. 

He smirked. “Not as efficient. See you after classes.” 

The two split up, Adrien going to his class and Felix going to the lockers. Duusu always liked a morning snack before they started classes. 

He reached out to push open the locker doors, but before he could, the door swung open on its own, barely missing him. Then, within the next breath, someone came barreling out of the room and crashed right into him. 

They stumbled a few steps, and Felix habitually steadied the other student by grabbing their shoulders.

“I-I’m so sorry!” A pair of bluebell eyes gazed up at him, wide and worried. 

“Will I see you again?”

He smiled. 

“It’s not a problem, Marinette. Late again?”

A delightful pink spread across her freckled cheeks. “Ha, yeah.. You know me.” 

I certainly do. He thought as he propped her upright. 

“Remember to watch where you’re going, please.”

Marinette nodded, though she seemed a bit stiff for some reason. “Right! Of course. I’d- we- it’s class? - I mean, it’s time for class. I should- We should probably. Get. to class.” 

“Yes, that would probably be best.” He chuckled, finally letting his hand fall from her shoulders. If he held her any longer, she might find it weird. (even though a part of him couldn’t shake the urge to pull her closer)

“S-See you later, I guess.” She said, fumbling passed him.

Felix shook his head with a smile. How did she ever get through life without constant supervision?

“You’re late.” Allegra pointed out as he walked into the classroom.

“And you’re infernal.” Felix retorted. 

“You’re smiling.” Claude added as he sat down.

“I’m not allowed to smile?”

“Not without a reason.” Allegra replied. “The disdainful Felix Agreste doesn’t simply ‘smile because he feels like it’.”

Felix rolled his eyes, smile officially gone. “You’re both ridiculous. Haven’t you anything better to do than meddle in my personal life?”

“Nope!” Allegra chirped.

“I bet you he ran into Marinette.” Claude whispered, leaning closer to Allegra as if he were telling a secret.

Felix’s scoff only confirmed it for them.

“Oh~ Good guess.” She praised.

“You should see him in the art club. He’s like putty in her hands, and it’s totally unfair.”

Felix bristled. “That’s absurd!”

Claude and Allegra simply smirked at him. Even Allan was giving him a stupid look!

“I’ll start planning the bouquet arrangements for the wedding~.” Allegra announced, setting her chin on the back of her hand and giving him a wink.

His cheeks burned from embarrassment, but he tisked. Anything said now would only dig him deeper into this hole he’d fallen into. “Putty in her hands”- who did they think they were talking about? Marinette might be sweet and wholesome and all-around everything good in the world, but that did not mean he would fall under her influence. Felix Agreste wouldn’t be swayed by the simple brush of her raven-colored bangs, or the overwhelmingly enchanting blue of her eyes, or the adorably endearing rambles that tumbled from her lips ever so often.

No, sir.

“You think he’ll be able to win her over?” Claude asked, much too loudly in Felix’s opinion.

Allan, to everyone’s surprise, laughed. “Felix? Salt-incarnate winning over our blueberry muffin? I’d want to see that.”

If Felix wasn’t blushing before, he certainly was now. It wouldn’t be an overstatement to say he could melt the Antarctic from how hot his cheeks felt at the moment.

“Guess we’ll have to give them a little push then, won’t we?” Allegra mused, throwing Felix a sly look.

Oh, wonderful. He couldn’t wait to see what she meant by “Push”.

~~~~~~

Marinette tapped her pencil on the desk, mind reeling and cheeks burning. Why did she stutter like that in front of Felix? She’s never stuttered like that before! Well, she’s stuttered, but.. but not like that! That was ridiculous! How did he understand a word she said?

Don’t even get her started on the reason she was so spaced out in the first place. Le Paon was still plaguing her mind a day later. The situation with his mother made her stomach churn. She didn’t know how to help, despite desperately wanting to. How could she resolve the situation peacefully without giving up her miraculous? Was it possible she could heal his mother without the wish?

“Hello~? Earth to Marinette?” Alya sang, nudging her in the arm.

Marinette flinched, offering her an apologetic smile. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

The brunette chuckled and waved it off. “Never mind, just some Ladybug stuff you’re probably sick of. Everything okay? You’ve been spacing out on me all morning.”

“Yeah, everything’s fine, I just..” She trailed off, her thoughts floating back to Le Paon. She couldn’t exactly tell Alya about that, could she? If word got out, he might not visit her again. Besides, the owner of the Ladyblog probably wasn’t interested in Ladybug’s sworn enemy staying at her balcony, or how they technically held hands during his confession, or the way his fuchsia eyes seemed to twinkle with amazement when he looked at her-

“Oh girl, your face is so red! Spill!” 

Marinette squirmed in her seat, trying to avoid Alya’s gaze. “N-Nothing! I just ran into Felix and-”

Alya gasped. “Felix Agreste!?”

Marinette clamped a hand over her friend’s mouth, her eyes snapping to Adrien.

Thankfully, he didn’t notice them, enjoying a chatty conversation with Nino about Jagged’s latest concert.

Marinette let out a sigh of relief and let go of Alya, who was practically bouncing in her seat at this point.

“You have a crush on Felix Agreste??”

“W-What?” Marinette flushed. “No! When did I say that?”

Alya squealed. “Girl, you totally do! Oh, this is great. We’ve got to get the squad in on this. You two are gonna look so cute together! I call to be maid of honor at the wedding!”

Marinette shoved Alya’s phone down before she could text anyone. “Alya, please. There’s not gonna be a wedding, and I don’t have a crush on Felix.”

“Fine.” Alya relented, to her relief. “I can tell the girls about it later, anyway. Don’t worry, Marinette. I’ll have you and Felix together in no time.”

Marinette groaned at the promise, letting her head drop on the desk. She does not like the sound of that. 

“Hey, Marinette?” 

She yelped at Adrien’s voice, causing the two boys in front of her to jump as well.

“Are.. are you okay?” The blonde asked.

“What? Me? Course! Why wouldn’t I be?” She said with a nervous laugh.

The two boys shared a look, and Alya snorted.

“Okay.. well, did you check your schedule? Are you free this afternoon for the project?”

Ah, right. Mlle. Bustier assigned a group project yesterday. Coincidentally, She and Adrien got paired together. 

Marinette ignored Alya’s wry grin as she offered Adrien a smile. “Yep! Maman and Papa don’t need help in the bakery. I’m all yours.”

He perked up. “Great! I have a shoot right after classes, but you can come over around five?”

“Perfect.”

“Mm~ Perfect, indeed.” Alya snickered.

Marinette rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t deny the convenience of the situation. At least she’d be the only one going to their house. If Alya came with them to meddle.. Well, she didn’t want to even imagine how that would turn out. 

Now I just have to make sure I don’t embarrass myself again. She thought. 

..Probably easier said than done.

~~~~~~

“Wee~!” Duusu sang as she looped through the air. 

Felix cracked a smile, glancing up from his book to give her an amused look. “Don’t you ever get dizzy doing that?”

The tiny being only laughed, pausing briefly to flash her holder a grin. “Of course not! Flying is so much fun I could do it forever~!”

Duusu shouted with joy and zipped around the library. Felix knew she would enjoy the open space. It wasn’t often Duusu got to roam freely without constantly hiding.

“Felix? Are you in here?” 

Of course, there was only so much privacy that their mansion’s library could provide. 

“Yes, Adrien, what is it?” He replied, watching his little brother slip in through the wooden doors.

Adrien grinned, thankfully not noticing Duusu’s dash for the empty flower pot near the fireplace. “Do you know where the history books for France are? Do we even have books like that?”

Felix frowned, but set his book aside and stood. “Of course we have books like that here, but why do you need them?”

“Remember that group project I mentioned the other day? We’re doing it on the presidents.”

“We?”

A chime rang through the mansion.

Adrien straightened. “She’s here!”

“She?”

His brother didn’t answer, instead racing out of the library and leaving the few books he’d gathered behind. Felix followed after him, curiosity piqued. Father didn’t usually allow visitors to the mansion. On that note, what girl would Adrien want to hang out with? 

It better not be Chloe again. He thought with a scowl, lingering near the staircase as Adrien went to open the door. Didn’t Nathalie usually invite people inside? Where did she disappear to? He didn’t remember her requesting a day off.

The door swung open, and Felix gaped despite himself.

“Marinette?”

The ravenette stood awkwardly in the doorway, offering them both a shy wave. “Oh! Hey, Felix.. Nice to see you.”

“What are you doing here?” He asked, crossing the room to stand in front of her. 

“The group project.” Adrien cut in. “We got paired together!”

Felix hummed, hiding how delighted he was at the information by inviting her inside. So, Adrien and Marinette got paired together for a project? That’s a pleasant surprise. Would she visit more often than today? Why did he feel so hopeful that she would?

“He’s like putty in her hands.”

Felix shook Claude’s ludicrous words from his mind and turned back to Marinette. She was looking around the house now, eyes wide with amazement. 

“I knew you guys were rich, but dang.” She commented.

Adrien snorted, and Felix held back a smile. Typical reaction.

“They’re simply bribes our Father used to keep us in the house.” He said, getting another laugh from Adrien.

Marinette, however, seemed to still. “What?”

The brothers exchanged glances. 

“It was just a joke.” Felix assured.

“Mostly.” Adrien muttered under his breath. 

“Not helping.” Felix grit, nudging him in the side. Whether it was true or not, he didn’t want Marinette pitying them. 

“Anyway, our room’s upstairs, and the library’s two doors passed the stairs. Where would you prefer to work?” He continued. They couldn’t change anything now. Hopefully pushing the subject to the side will make her forget about it.

..Hopefully.

Marinette frowned. He crossed his fingers.

“I guess the library would make the most sense..” She finally answered.

“Great!” Adrien chirped, wrapping an arm her shoulders. “I already picked out a few books. Do you have any references?”

Felix relaxed- though, knowing Marinette, he doubted the subject would be dropped so easily. Her sweetness and determination did come with a price. If she was willing to stop a random “terrorist” in the night, She’d probably full-on adopt her average, law-abiding classmates. 

“You’ll find the history books on the left corner of the library. If you need any help, I’ll be sitting by the fire.” He informed, settling back into the green easy-chair. 

Marinette smiled. “Thanks, Felix.”

“Yeah, I didn’t know you could be so helpful.” Adrien smirked.

Felix shot him a glare. “I simply know my way around the library.” 

“If you say so.” 

His rising agitation was snuffed out by Marinette’s enthusiastic gasp in one of the aisles.

“Wow, you guys have books on just about anything! There’s even an aisle dedicated to gardening!”

“Two aisles, actually.” Felix corrected. 

“And there are so many books on Fashion!” She gushed, sliding her hand across the spines of the books.

“Naturally. As current head of the fashion empire, we have to keep up with the constant changes.”

“So keeping books is like keeping a catalogue. Not to mention, getting inspiration from old ideas isn’t unheard of now-a-days.”

“Precisely. You never fail to impress, as usual.” He complimented, gaining a bashful smile from her.

“‘You never fail to impress’? Who are you?” Adrien whispered.

Felix scoffed. “You’re saying she isn’t remarkable?”

“No, I’m saying you don’t think anyone’s remarkable.” 

“Marinette, are you thirsty?” He suddenly asked, turning to the petite girl.

“Hm?”

“Thought so.” Adrien mumbled.

“We have tea, coffee, anything you’d like.”  Felix said, albeit through gritted teeth. 

“Jeez, why don’t you just propose to her now?” His brother commented.

“I’ll kill you. No one would find your body.”

“Tea would be great, actually.” Marinette replied, regaining their attention.

“Wonderful. Since your Adrien’s guest, I’m sure he would love to go fetch it for you.”

“What, so you want to be alone with her now? I’ve seen enough movies to know where this goes, Fe.” 

Felix growled, low enough for Marinette not to hear, and shoved Adrien as subtly as possible towards the door. 

His brother stumbled, laughing the whole way, and stuck his tongue out at Felix before going to find the chef. At least he listened.

A stack of books thumped on the table next to him- when did she find so many books? -and Marinette let herself sink into the chair next to him. 

“This library is incredible. I can’t believe you own it.” She remarked.

Felix hummed, eyeing the titles of her books. “Yes, but it’s far from complete. I still find myself visiting the local library for new shipments every now and then.”

“Well, yeah.” Her lips quirked up in another adorable smile. “There’s always going to be new things to learn. You can only have all the books in the world for so long.” 

He chuckled. That was true. 

The fire crackled in front of them. He couldn’t help relating the characteristics of the flames to her- bright, warm, and something that will absolutely burn him if he gets too close.

“Can I ask you a question?” 

Where have I heard those words before? Felix thought wryly, turning to Marinette with a small smile. 

“If you must.” 

She giggled, but then her features shifted into a more serious expression. “What you said earlier.. About your dad bribing you. Was that really a joke?” 

Ah, yes. The comment he made earlier. He knew she’d travel back to that subject at some point. 

Felix closed his book with a sigh. “He does the best that he can to raise us. I can’t fault him for that.” 

That obviously wasn’t the answer she wanted to hear, but it was the truth. And he didn’t want to lie to her more than he was already. 

“And what about your mother?” 

Despite the circumstances, Felix almost laughed. Here they were again, talking about his mother. How did she always manage to cut to the heart of others?

“Gone. Haven’t seen her for almost a year now.” He’d told her as Le Paon that his mother was sick. Therefore, as Felix, playing dumb would be the best option. Besides, Adrien doesn’t know about their mother’s whereabouts so telling Marinette wasn’t exactly a smart plan.

Sadness painted her eyes, a soft sense of grief that showed her heart went out to him. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” But it will be his fault if he can’t get the miraculous.

Marinette opened her mouth to respond when-

“Tea is ready!” Adrien came barreling back through the library doors, a tray of freshly brewed tea in hand. He set it on the table, nearly pushing Marinette’s stack of books over, and passed the small cups of tea around. In other words, he effectively murdered the gentle atmosphere that had settled in the room. 

Felix couldn’t say he minded. If he wasn’t careful, Marinette might coax everything under the sun out of him, Le Paon included. 

~~~~~~

Tikki peered out of Marinette’s bag, watching the small group of teens converse. It was definitely an interesting sight, having Chat Noir, Ladybug, and Le Paon all sitting together comfortably. Of course, none of them knew each other’s identities.. Yet. That was the problem. What would happen when the secrets came out? Adrien and Felix were brothers, for Pete’s sake, and who knows who Hawkmoth might be or why Felix was helping him. She didn’t want her holder to be broken about this.

A flick of blue caught her eye, and she turned to see none other than Duusu staring back at her. Tikki gasped, glancing up at the teens again. They were drinking tea and reading books, distracted. She drew in a breath and shot through Marinette’s purse, zipping to Duusu’s flower pot.

“Tikki!” Duusu beamed. “I thought I felt you at that girl’s house! It’s so nice to see you!”

Tikki shushed her, though a smile graced her lips. It was nice to see Duusu again. 

“Duusu, we have to be quiet. Our chosens are talking just a few feet away.” 

“Speaking of Chosens-” Plagg suddenly interrupted “-Ready to tell us who Nooroo’s chosen is?”

“Plagg!” Tikki thrilled, keeping her voice hushed.

“Hey, Sugar cube.” The god of destruction grinned. 

“Yay! We’re all here!” Duusu cheered.

“Back to the point.” Tikki said. “Duusu, do you know who Hawkmoth is?”

“I know he’s a real stick in the mud.”

“No, she means do you know Hawkmoth’s name?” Plagg sighed.

Duusu laughed. “Wow, it really has been a long time. You think I remember the big guy’s name? I barely know-”

Bubbles forced themselves out of her mouth to cut her off. Plagg and Tikki groaned.

“Duusu..”

How were they going to find out Hawkmoth’s identity if Duusu kept messing around like this? They needed to find out his identity as soon as possible, for the kids’ sake.

“I have an idea!” Duusu suddenly exclaimed. “Let’s play hide and seek!”

Plagg and Tikki shouted their objections, but the kwami was gone, phasing through the flower pot to hide. 

“Do you see what I have to deal with?” Plagg hissed.

Tikki sighed. “Just be patient. She’ll come to her senses eventually and give us the name.”

“You believe that?” 

No.

“We must have faith.”

But what other choice did they have?

~~~~~~

“Bye, Marinette! Thanks for coming over!” Adrien beamed as he opened the door for her.

Marinette smiled back. “Course. I had a great time.” 

She turned to Felix, who was standing next to the stairs again. “Bye, Felix. It was nice talking to you.”

His brother nodded, offering a faint smile as he avoided Adrien’s eyes. “It was nice talking to you too. Are you sure you can find your way home alright?” 

Adrien held back a laugh. How obvious can one person be?

“Yep! See you guys tomorrow!”

The brothers waved her off, and Adrien closed the door behind her. 

As soon as she was gone, A devilish smile spread across his lips. He turned around to see Felix walking off, no doubt retreating to the library. Adrien followed after him, his grin widening with each step. 

“So..” He began, thoroughly enjoying the way Felix tensed at his voice. “When were you gonna tell me that you’re in love with Marinette?”

“I’m not in love with her.” Felix snapped, sending him a glare.

Adrien laughed. “You complimented her, offered her tea, coffee, and ‘anything else she might want’, and practically offered to walk her home just now.”

“It’s called ‘hospitality’.”

“It’s called a crush. And a completely understandable one, too. Marinette’s pretty amazing.”

Felix rolled his eyes. “You’re ridiculous.” 

Adrien hummed. “So you don’t think she’s amazing?”

He hesitated. “..I didn’t say that.” 

“You totally love her.”

“I admire her. There’s a difference.” Felix replied.

“Keep telling yourself that.” Adrien smirked. To be honest, he thought it was nice that Felix was falling for someone. It meant his brother might actually start opening up for a change. He wasn’t lying about Marinette, either. If anyone could chip away at Felix’s stone heart, it would be her.

And Adrien would enjoy teasing him relentlessly until she does.

~~~~~~

Marinette clutched the books she’d borrowed from the Agreste’s library to her chest as she walked home, a frown tugging at the corner of her lips. Spending her afternoon with the boys had been fun, but also.. worrying. She didn’t know they’re mother had disappeared, let alone how distant their father was. Marinette was at their house the entire afternoon and didn’t see Gabriel Agreste not once. What kind of Father doesn’t even greet their children once throughout the day? Exactly how much did he interact with them, if at all?

Calm down, Marinette. She told herself. You don’t know the whole story. He may have just been really busy today. He’ll probably be home by supper to eat with them like he does every night and ask them about their day and everything will be fi-

Her thoughts came to a halt when the ground beneath her started to shake.

Marinette tensed, grabbing a nearby streetlamp for balance. Tremors? In France? She didn’t recall earthquakes being common around this area.

The concrete around her split open, cracking like an egg along the streets and sidewalks. Pieces of debri rose into the air, and Marinette felt her stomach twist.

This wasn’t an earthquake.

“Fear not, Paris!” A voice boomed from above the city. Marinette snapped her gaze upwards. “I am Renouveleur, and I have come to refurbish our city streets!”

Her eyes finally landed on a woman, who was standing on a rooftop not far from her. 

“If the government won’t fix our broken roads, then I’ll destroy them so much that they’ll have to make new ones!” The akuma declared. She threw her hands up in the air, causing the broken chunks of cement to rise.

Marinette yelped as she rose with it. Her books slipped from her hands and tumbled to the ground below. She’ll have to find those later.

“Tikki, spots- AH!” Marinette ducked her head to avoid colliding with another piece of cement. She couldn’t transform now. There were too many dangers, and even though the sun was setting, people could clearly see her. The only option now was to maneuver out of the debri and find a hiding place. 

Marinette drew in a deep breath and leapt off the cement. Her skin dug into the pavement as she landed on another chunk, causing her to wince. That was going to leave a mark. 

She was about to jump to another one when her floating debri suddenly dropped. A grunt escaped her lips as her side hit the ground. What happened? Did the magic where off? Was she too heavy for the small piece?

Her eyes turned upwards. The debri overhead was coming down too, all at once.

Crap.

~~~~~~

Felix kept his eyes on his book, ignoring Adrien as much as humanly possible. That’s the second time that day that someone claimed he loved Marinette. Where were people getting these ideas from?

He turned to the bedroom window with a sigh. It’s not that he didn’t like her or anything. It’s just that love can be messy. Take his Father, for example. He’s so in love with their mother that he was willing to become a terrorist just to get her back. Something that can swallow you whole like that is dangerous. Besides, the chances of Marinette liking him back were next to none. 

Felix tisked. He couldn’t believe he was actually thinking about this! Marinette was just a sweet girl that he knew. There was nothing between them, and that’s how things would stay. 

He was about to stand up to find a better book to read when a rumbling reached his ears. 

Felix and Adrien both sat up and exchanged glances. They rushed over to the window, only to find chunks of debri littering the air a few blocks down.

“What on earth?” Adrien said, pressing up against the window.

So that’s why I didn’t see Nathalie earlier. Felix thought. 

Then another thought occurred to him, one that seized his heart entirely. That debri was in the direction of Marinette’s house. She just left a few minutes ago on foot. If she got dazed again and wasn’t paying attention..

Felix was bolting out of the room before he could even think things through. Adrien was gone now. How he left so fast or where he went- Felix didn’t know and didn’t care. None of that matters. What matters is that he transforms and finds Marinette before that darned akuma rips her to shreds.

He skidded to a stop outside the front door. The debri in the air was suddenly dropping, piece by piece, then all at once. His heart sank into his stomach.

“Duusu, spread my feathers!” There was no time to panic. The sooner he got to the scene, the sooner he could help her.

Newly dressed as Le Paon, Felix took to the skies. Those nightly runs around Paris weren’t just to scout and see Marinette. He’d also been perfecting his powers, like the minor flight capability his tailcoat provided.

He sailed from rooftop to rooftop. The closer he got, the further he pushed himself to move faster. Marinette had probably been in the heat of the battle for a good few minutes now. He knew all too well that a lot can happen in a few mere minutes.

Finally- finally -he reached blocked that the akuma was on, and it was exactly as he feared.

The pieces of debri had risen up again, and there, in the middle of the broken up road, Marinette stood, jumping for chunk to chunk to avoid getting hit. With such high levels of anxiety, she had to be having a panic attack and-

A large piece of cement bee-lined for her position, but before Le Paon could react, Marinette jumped off of her current chunk of pavement, ricocheted off another chunk, and flipped over the large piece of cement. Not only that, she also made a perfect landing on another piece of debri that had been moving while she landed.

It was.. unexpectedly impressive. Wasn’t Marinette supposed to be clumsy? He swore she was clumsy any other time they met.

The akuma’s giddy laughter brought him back to reality. Le Paon surged forward, practically floating over the block, and stopped next to his assigned partner.

“What the heck do you think you’re doing?” He bit off, leaning over a tad to catch his breath.

The woman huffed. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m wrecking the roads so the city can rebuild them!”

“You’re also giving the heroes the perfect cover!” He argued.

She scoffed. “I haven’t seen a single soul on these streets yet.”

“There’s a civilian girl right there!” Le Paon yelled, throwing a hand towards the street.

“What girl?” 

The two looked down at the rubble below, but the street was empty.

“I don’t see a girl.” The akuma snarked.

Le Paon didn’t respond. He was too busy searching the streets for Marinette. He’d just seen her! Where did she go? Did she get crushed? Did she escape? Please let it be the later.

“You know, when your bosses said ‘hit the road’, I don’t think this is what they meant.”

Le Paon whirled around, coming face to face with Chat Noir.

“Oh~ so, you’re the kitten Hawkmoth kept blabbing about.” The akuma sneered. “What are you gonna do? Spit a hairball at me?” 

Chat Noir smirked and took out his baton. “Something like that.” 

Le Paon lunged for the black-clad hero, who retaliated by jumping back and extending his staff. Le Paon let his fans slide from his sleeves and into his hands, easily fanning them out.

“It doesn’t have to be this way.” He grit. “You and Ladybug could easily hand over your miraculous, and this would all be over.”

Chat Noir scoffed. “Listen, Feathers, I know you tricked LB, but I won’t be fooled so easily.”

“Who says he tricked me?”

Le Paon scowled as Ladybug landed between them. Of course she wouldn’t be far behind that alley cat. Now the playing field was leveled two-to-two, and that made things much more difficult for him. 

“My Lady! Did I say tricked? I-I meant ticked! You know cause he ticked you off after..the fight?” Chat fumbled, pulling a sheepish smile.

The spotted heroine rolled her eyes, the first gesture Le Paon could actually agree with. “Let’s just focus on the akuma, hm?”

“Our request is simple.” Le Paon cut in. “All we need is the miraculous-”

“And for the potholes to be fixed!” The akuma shouted behind him.

“..and for the potholes to be fixed. Then you’ll never hear from us again.”

He expected her to scoff like her partner, or sneer at him and make a biting remark, but that didn’t happen. Quite the contrary. Nothing happened. She just stood there, not speaking, not attacking. He couldn’t see her face because she refused to look at him, but he could feel her unease, the conflict of love and duty and grief twisting through her stomach. 

Guilt. She was feeling guilty. But why? 

“We’ll never give up our miraculous!” Chat Noir declared. 

“Oh, really?” The akuma replied. “Then I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way.” 

She raised her hands into the air, which in turn caused the debri to float higher. Then she dropped her hands, and the debri came flying down. 

Ladybug and Chat Noir spun their weapons to create individual shields for themselves, while Le Paon had to duck for cover to avoid being shredded.

“Watch it!” He hissed. “You have another partner here who can’t magically avoid your artificial meteor shower!” 

The akuma rolled her eyes. “Do you have to complain about everything? Watch for civilians, get the heroes, aim your fire- where did Hawkmoth even get you from?” 

Le Paon went to snap back, but Chat Noir attacked him before he could.

The rest of the battle was about as irritating as it started. Renouveleur- as she later proclaimed herself -wouldn’t follow his orders. They ended up fighting at the drop of a hat, and Le Paon got hit with at least half of her attacks because of it. By the time Ladybug called her lucky charm- a roll of duct tape -He was covered in scrapes and bruises. It was a wonder his suit hadn’t been torn to shreds by that point. He was almost grateful when Ladybug finally used that darned yo-yo to snatch the Renouveleur’s akumatized map from her belt. 

Le Paon sighed, dropping off the roof before she finished purifying it. The last thing he needed was to be alone with those two. 

Miniature Ladybugs washed over the city, taking his injuries and the destruction he’d caused with them. If he remembered correctly, the miraculous cure also put everyone in their original places before the attack. 

Felix slipped through a few alleys to avoid detection from the heroes and scanned the street for a small girl with pigtails. 

Her books were still sprawled across the sidewalk, but she herself hadn’t returned. He went from alley to alley trying to find her, to at least check on her and make sure she was alright, but no luck. Marinette was just.. Gone.

His miraculous beeped a warning, forcing Felix to reluctantly start the run home. There shouldn’t be anything to worry about, right? The miraculous cure always brought everyone back safely, and after that display of agility during the attack, Marinette was sure to be just fine. He could go home, forget about the whole incident, and see her at school tomorrow. That was the logical thing to do in this situation. Go home, and under no circumstances will he visit her a second time. 

-

Aaand I have a problem. Le Paon mentally sighed as he landed on Marinette’s balcony that evening. She was probably fine, and even if she wasn’t, he’s sure she wouldn’t want Paris’ supervillain coming to check on her! Let’s not even talk about his Father’s thoughts on this situation, or the fact that he didn’t know about these visits. 

Where did all of his prided discipline go? Why couldn’t Felix enjoy a nice book in peace anymore without her popping up in his mind every five minutes? When did he become so obsessed? More importantly, how did he make it stop?

A light knock was all it took for the trapdoor to swing open.

“Le Paon.” Marinette gasped. “I didn’t expect you to come back.” 

He cleared his throat. “Uh- yes -well- I saw you at the akuma attack and wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Smooth, Agreste.

A smile graced her lips anyway. “Why don’t you come inside?”

Le Paon stiffened. “I-Inside? As in, ‘inside your house’ inside?”

She giggled. “If that’s okay with you.” 

This girl was really inviting a terrorist into her home. How did her parents raise such a careless daughter?

“I..guess it is.” 

He climbed through the trapdoor, dropping down into a small room covered in pink.

“Sorry about the mess. I tend to stop thinking about cleaning when I’m working on my projects.” 

Various objects littered the floor below- scraps of fabric, sewing tools, strings. The only thing remotely clean was the cream-colored chaise in the corner, and it had a small pile of clothes on it. 

Her room. She’d not only invited him into her house, but her room. Did this girl have a death wish?

Nevertheless, he had to admit it felt nice settling into her large, light pink bean bag chair. “Which project are you working on?” 

Marinette lit up like a Christmas tree towards the questions and happily drew his attention to her mannequin. The dress he’d seen a week ago was still wrapped around it, except some of the edges were more defined and a few of the ruffles were more puffed up. 

“It’s just something I’ve been playing with over the last few weeks, but I think it’s turning out wonderfully so far.”

“I agree. It looks like you’ve put a lot of effort into it.”

“Oh, I have.” She nodded. “I can’t wait to finish it.”

Le Paon smiled. “I can’t wait to see it when it’s finished.”

In hindsight, he probably should have thought about who he was supposed to be posing as before he unwittingly invited himself to come back to her house a third time. 

Marinette gave him a surprised look. “Really? You’re gonna come back?”

Le Paon hesitated. “Uh..”

Say no. You know you can’t come back here again or Father’s gonna find out. Even if he doesn’t find out, spending time with her as Le Paon is a bad idea. The worst idea, actually. Coming back here as Le Paon would be the worst idea in the history of worst ideas. SAY NO.

“Sure. If you don’t mind, that is.” 

...Why am I like this? 

Marinette pulled a warm smile. “Of course I don’t. Come over whenever you want.” 

Felix held back a groan. If that didn’t seal his fate right then..

“That’s very generous of you. I appreciate it.”

She breathed out a chuckled, staring at him with a gentleness that filled him with something he couldn’t quite place. 

“Would you like something to eat? We have cookies downstairs.” She offered.

“Oh, thank you, but I’m fine.” He politely declined. 

“Is there anything you do want? It’s no trouble to make something, I promise.”

Le Paon thought for a moment. “Would tea be alright?” 

At least then she could enjoy some herself.

Marinette brightened. “Perfect! I’ll go get some.”

He nodded, barely catching himself from offering to go help. In this costume, one can imagine her parents wouldn’t exactly be thrilled that he was helping her make tea. 

She climbed down the second trapdoor, leaving him to wonder how much trouble he’d gotten himself into. Talking with her as Le Paon was bad enough, but now he was in her house and having tea with her. What’s next? They’d prance around the city together and go for ice cream?

Felix sighed. As nice as this was, it couldn’t last. Staying here would only hurt both of them, and he didn’t want that. After tonight, he would go home and never come back. 

Well, after tonight and whenever he comes to see her finished dress. He’ll leave after he knows she’s okay, visit to see her finished dress, and then never come back.

Of course, he’d have to visit between now and then to figure out when the dress will be finished. So he’ll finish tonight, come back later to find out when the dress will be done, come back again when it is done, and then never return.

Yes, it’s the perfect plan.

And if it ever needs to be altered because of certain circumstances, well.. Sometimes that’s just life, right?

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#Le Paon AU #Felinette #Marinette #Felix Agreste

[grasslandgirl]

okay this is truly too many questions but for the fic asks, #1 + whichever of #2, 9, and/or 10 you want to answer for "and at least in this lifetime, we're sticking together" and "on this winter's night with you"??? (also i hope you're having a great day sav!)

sola there is NO such things as too many questions i am DELIGHTED and HONORED

1. Of the fics you’ve written, which is your favorite and why?

this is. the impossible question lmao!! i've written so many fics and i love a lot (not all) of them for different reasons but uhhhhh one of my top favorites is probably and in my chest, you knew me best (fig/fabian lounge singer au) just because it really was a labor of love and borne out of a very niche idea and endless encouragement from my lovely friends and i really think it came out how i wanted it to and its something I'm really proud of and like to reread <3

[and at least in this lifetime, we're sticking together]

2. Which scene was your favorite to write in [title of fic]?

this fic is so short i don't know if it counts as a scene (and I don't remember writing it well enough to know which was my favorite to write) but this paragraph always hits me in my feels bc of the deep found family of it all.....

Mario was a dick, but she has Pete, who offered her his shoulder to cry on and his room to crash in any time she needs, no questions asked. Her father was a piece of shit, but Kingston promised to help and advise in any way he could, as vox, as a nurse, as a voice of wisdom. Her aunts and uncles and cousins avoided her like the plague, but Iga’s hand is warm on her shoulder, and Sofie saw how she was with Jessica and Nick, knows that Iga can help her though all the pitfalls of young motherhood. She has Rowan, a real life fairy godmother, and future (former? both?) Broadway legend to boot. She has Ricky and Esther and even Cody (who she won’t ask to babysit until the kid is old enough to know better than to break into the mall). She has her mom, who will love this baby until the end of the world. She has herself.

Motherfucking I’m here, she hears, echoed on the wind.

9. Which idea came to you first in [title]?

i don't really remember! this was a prompt (day F- Family) for the d20 alphabet prompts back in febuary and i think i liked the idea of leaning into sofia's feelings on being estranged from her biological family, but finding a much better and a much more supportive family in the unsleeping city w the rest of the dream team <3

10. What are some facts readers may not know about [title]?

uhhhhhhhh I don't know? this one was really short and written really fast for the d20 alphabet prompt for the day and so there isn't a lot of secret lore lmao <3 i just love sofie bikes and specifically the scene w her and pete in the bathroom in nod in s2 where she's taking a pregnancy test and he's flushing drugs is just. so dear to my heart

[on this winter's night with you]

2. Which scene was your favorite to write in [title of fic]?

again, not technically a scene but.... ohhhh.... they <3

Sofie twisted around in his arms, pressing her hands against his chest- god he was buff- and smiling up at him, washed in pale white moonlight. “Wake me up,” she interrupted, ever so gently. “Next time, you can’t sleep, you see deer, whatever it is; wake me up. I wanna-” ach, god, the paranoid voice spat, don’t be so vulnerable, that’s how you get hurt- “I wanna see everything with you. That’s what this is, right? We’re all in?”

Dale’s face was impossibly gentle. He slowly raised a hand and traced her cheek with his thumb. “Yeah,” he said, sounding almost breathless, “yeah. I’m all in, Sof.” She leaned up on her toes without a second thought, catching his mouth with her own. It was good; it was always so good, like they were meant to fit together like this. “You know I love you, right?” Dale broke off after a few minutes, definitely sounding breathless this time. Sofia nodded, pursing her lips against the cocky, proud smile she felt rising up in her chest. She loved it when he said it, even a hundred times later. It always sounded like it was the first time, like he meant it with everything he had. “You’re it, Sofia. You’re it for me.”

Oh.

9. Which idea came to you first in [title]?

this was prompted by the ever wonderful jack @gendermybeloved to write sofiedale + "why are we whispering" and i remember immediately knowing I wanted to write something with them quietly watching the deer in their yard in the middle of the night! and the rest of the fic (sofie waking up alone, discovering dale, their quiet conversation) came from that!

10. What are some facts readers may not know about [title]?

this is kind of inspired by my real life! i mean, nothing this sweet or romantic like this has ever happened to me, but I live in a really quiet, heavily wooded neighborhood and there are ALWAYS herds of deer coming through our yard from the woods that surround it- its like a daily occurrence and has become so normalized that it's always kind of funny when friends come over and see the deer and are like "oh my GOD savannah look at the DEER!" and it always feels to me like they're saying something like "oh my god look at the TREE IN YOUR YARD" like. yeah bestie i know.

but! its fawn season and there have been a handful of the TINIEST BABY DEER coming through our yard this year and they're SO sweet and its always kind of lovely when someone in my family sees a really big buck or a little baby fawn and calls the family to the window or to the door to see and we all kind of. awwwwwww. abt it anyway this got wildly out of hand but tldr yes. seeing deer together is something that can be so personal actually <3

send me fic author asks!!

#ty ty ty ty sola this was so fun to answer #lit i ALWAYS FORGET ive written like three dif sofiedale fics fsjvnksjbsfv and then all of my friends LOVE them and ask abt them for fic #asks and im like. [kronk voice] ah yes. the fic. the fic i wrote. the fic i remember writing. the sofiedale fic. #asks

[yandere-society]

Day 11 | Santa Tell Me

Synopsis: You’ve always been strangely scared of Santa as a child. The thought of a stranger in heavy boots breaking into your home and rummaging through your stuff has always terrified you. And you felt that terror right now, in this instant, as you laid there with two men in bright green suits hovering over your pretend-sleeping form.

The 12 Days of Black Christmas Event Masterlist

Pairing: Vmin x Female Reader

Admin: @roses-ruby​​

Trigger warnings: Yandere themes, bad crack, attempted kidnapping, stalking, stupid jokes, joke about religion, swearing, bad mouthing Santa 

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You really hated Christmas.

You hated everything that had to do with Christmas. All the sugary deserts, the unhealthy binging, the fake family bonding and seasonal depression longing. The freezing weather that froze your toes and pipes, the blinding red and greens, otherwise known as holiday delights. The overzealous consumerism around every corner, the empty materialism that gave everyone boners. The deforestation and self-righteousness, the ugly sweaters and proud religious mess. You hated Christmas and its warping spider’s net and all the very, merry, happy, holy, holly, jolly shit that went along with it.  

It wasn’t like you ever had a good Christmas to change your mind. When you were six, every girl at school had the brand-new light up Princess Dolly sneakers for Christmas but thanks to your skinflint of a dad, you got the direct knock off; Princess Polly sneakers. Polly with a PUH. They didn’t even fucking light up. To this day you get nightmares from the bullying. At 15, you got typhoid fever before the big ski vacation and while everyone else got to go have the time of their life, you were stuck rotting at home with your weird cousin Sigil who collected the dead skins from snake sheds. And just last year, at an unbearably boring office party, your ex best friend and crush made out under the mistletoe for 15. Whole. Minutes. Last you heard of them, they were engaged.

Let’s not even start about your irrational fear of Santa Claus. Every bad Christmas could be traced back to him. You cried the first time you heard your dad describe the bearded old man. Your reaction confused the hell out of him but to you, he was the strange one. What kind of parent allows an overgrown, capitalist bear man who dresses in red and brainwashes elf and reindeer to come into their home using the chimney and spy on their kids throughout the whole year? Was he a sadist? When you were younger, you would wet the bed just thinking of him stomping around your house in the dark. Safe to say, you never left him any cookies. Now, you’re just glad you grew out of the phase of believing in such a horrid creature like Santa Claus. Finally, you could sleep happy knowing that no one would sneak into your house in the middle of the night.

So, while we’re on that topic…who exactly were the two men whispering in the dark inside your room if it’s definitely not Santa?

“We have to quickly get back before he notices we’re missing. QUICKLY, Taehyung.”

“I know, I know. Let me just untangle this rope, Jimin.”

Who the fuck were Taeyoong and Jimmy and what the fuck were they doing in your house? That’s what you were thinking as you laid on your bed pretending to be asleep, absolutely still in the complete dark. Of course, you had a break in on the night of Christmas because why the fuck not. What made you think this one year, your Christmas day would turn out okay?

You were stuck even further because you lost the window of opportunity to wake up and startle the intruders and perhaps scream for help because since the moment they snuck in (3 minutes ago) you did nothing but lay there listening to their banter like the idiot you are. Maybe you could pretend all their ‘noise’ woke you up, but then again you weren’t too fond of your acting skills.

But honestly, who were they? What did they want? Why did they keep mentioning returning before this ‘he’ found out they were gone?

As you were pondering your crisis, someone blew straight into your ear. You shot up from the bed with a scream and immediately turned on the lamp beside you. Two men in strange green tunics and stockings, pointy ears, and tall hats with a bell stare back at you with an equally horrified expression.

They were dressed up as…elves?

“See, I told you she was awake.” The one on your right, resembling a small animal, possibly the bastard who blew in your ear, chirps.

“Wow, you really do have night vision, Jiminie.” The taller one behind the edge of your bed, the one holding a rope says, while staring at you in a daze.

“Who the fuck are you both? How did you get in? What do you want?” You shout, bringing your comforter to your chest.

All they do is stare at you with lovesick eyes to which you scowl. Hold on, why were your potential murderers so hot?

“_-___,” The one on the right calls you carefully. He had round and soft features with a sharp jaw. Slender eyes and bright pink hair matching his rosy cheeks on his otherwise cute pale face. “It’s an honor to finally meet you…my name is J-Jimin.”

“I’m Taehyung.” You turn to the man with the rope. His features were extremely well proportioned and downright lethal. A devilishly handsome face, beautiful golden skin and dark brown mopy hair. He appeared and sounded like a mature sugar daddy but stared at you like a 12-year-old pervert.

You sat silent after the two men’s greetings. What were you supposed to say after intruders introduced themselves? Nice to meet you? And how did they know your name?

“…O-Okay…Jimin, Taehyung…why are you in my house.”

“We’re here to kidnap you.” Jimin smiles, his eyes turning into crescents.

“E…Excuse me?”

“Yeah! We’re here because we love you and we want you for ourselves, so we have to take you from your home.” Taehyung says, stretching the rope in his hands.

“WHAT?” You couldn’t believe your ears. Did you perhaps start hallucinating after your edible once again? Because that would explain this crazy ass dream you were having right now. Since when did you have an elf kink though?

“So you see,” Jimin begins walking to stand beside Taehyung so now they were both in front of you, “We’re Santa’s elves. We were the ones assigned to watch over you, see if you were naughty or nice.”

“Pfft, you’re very naughty~” Taehyung giggles, blushing like crazy. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“And over the years,” Jimin continues, “We came to fall in love with you to the point of obsession. So now we want to kidnap you and take you to the north pole where we three will live in a polyamorous relationship and only me and Taehyung will get to be with you.”

“We’ll fuck every day.” Taehyung chimes in proudly, earning a smack to the back of his head from Jimin who mutters ‘not yet.’

“Ahahaha, what Taehyung meant was…of course any sexual relationship would be consensual. No means no, after all.” Jimin winks awkwardly

You just sat there, mouth wide open as your brain refused to process all the information that was just presented to you. So not only were your intruders dressed up as elves, but they were also clinically insane.

“I’m calling the cops.”

“W-wait! We can prove it to you!” Jimin jumps, rushing back to your side. “When you were 10, you really wanted a MayaMaya doll collection set didn’t you? You didn’t tell your dad about it because you thought he would get you the knock off; the Papaya doll collection. It was the first and only time you were okay with Santa coming into your house, so you didn’t even set the bear trap in the fireplace like you did every year.”

He was right. What the fuck.

“W…how did you know that?”

“We saw you.” Jimin says, eyes soft and smile tender, “You were wishing so earnestly that Christmas Eve, it almost made me cry.”

“W…wait so…Santa is real?”

“Of course.” They sang in unison

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, time out.” You huff, “He’s been real this whole time, yet he’s never gotten me what I wanted for Christmas?”

“Oh, my love.” Taehyung strides up and sits on your side of the bed, taking your hand in his. “It was out of our hands…we tried to get you on the nice list, but he could sense your bad vibes…also I’m pretty sure he was salty you never left him cookies. He is sort of petty.”

“So you’re telling me that hippy bitch Claire really did deserved that large purple dollhouse more than me?”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, she hasn’t been on the nice list for a long time now…all she asks for are sex toys.” Taehyung stares off into the distance.

“How long have ya’ll been watching me?”

“We are supposed to stop once a kid doesn’t believe in Santa anymore...but we were just always rooting for you. Before we knew it, we were watching you way into adulthood...and then slowly we started falling in love with you.” Jimin blushes

“...Have ya’ll seen me-”

“Naked? No...but we really want to.” Taehyung bites his bottom lip.

“I can’t believe this…” You groan, placing a palm over your forehead.

“Hey now, Jesus didn’t die today for you to be full of despair.” The taller elf rubs your hand with his thumb

“No, you idiot. He was born today…I think.” Jimin tsks

“Oh…well the point still stands. Don’t be sad my love. We never want you to have a bad Christmas again.”

“Anyway, we should hurry before Santa notices we abandoned him. That ass-kisser Jin also tagged along so we don’t have to worry too much about our portion of the presents since he would love to show off how competent he is to Santa all by himself. We can just say we ran a bit late because some kid almost woke up.” Jimin tells Taehyung to which he nods, getting his rope ready.

Oh right, this was a kidnapping. You forgot.

“___, just stay perfectly still and we’ll easily load you into the bottom of Santa’s gift sack. That thing is huge, no one will notice but us.”

“Guys, wait.” You say to which they freeze. “Let me think about this.”

They look at you with pleading puppy dog eyes and you start to contemplate it. Should you go with the two elves that barged into your house and tried to kidnap you and possibly turn you into a sex slave?

…

What were the pros and cons?

If you go to the North Pole, you’d basically be stuck with everything you hate about Christmas all year round. But could it be that bad seeing how smoking these two elves were? They could easily keep you warm. Were all elves this hot? Wait…could Santa possibly be hot? Your mouth watered thinking about it. Is this an enemies to lovers AU after all?

Whatever it was, it was interesting and more importantly you had a lot of unfinished business with the man in red. You could see it now, forming a mutiny with all the elves. Killing Claus and taking over his empire. Then it would be you who rules Christmas and boy, do you have a few changes you wanted to make like the beginning of this story states. Finally, all your wishes will come true. This time you WILL get the light up Princess Dolly sneakers and MayaMaya doll collection set.

And so, with a sinister plot forming in your head, you smile at the two eager elves in front of you.

“Alright boys, let’s go.”

Maybe this Christmas won’t be so bad after all.

#bts #park jimin #kim taehyung #yandere bts #yandere jimin #bts crack #yandere taehyung

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hi! do you know of any fics that are like spare change by emerness with posh/rich Sherlock? thank you :))

Hi Nonny!!

AHHH Spare Change is legit one of my top fave fics ever, and I can think of a few other fics, but none beyond what I got for you :) … So I’ll share them with you below, along with the list Alexx has!

Here’s my sad list of Rich Sherlock fics, sorry I don’t have many!! And, as always, this is also a call out for anyone who has some fics they would like to add!!

RICH SHERLOCK

See also: Alexx’s List

Spare Change by Ermerness (E, 51,966 w., 14 Ch. || Rich Holmeses AU || First Kiss / Time, Holmes Family, Virgin Sherlock, Anal, First Meetings, Bossy Bottomlock) – The Holmes family is one of the richest and most powerful in England. Sherlock spends his time flying around the world on the family’s private jet drinking a lot and shopping at expensive boutiques as a way of trying to alleviate his endless boredom. His mother decides it’s time he settles down with someone powerful, wealthy and well connected. John Watson happens to be none of those things.

floating through a dark blue sky by Lediona (M, 58,966 w., 15 Ch. || Notting Hill AU || POV John, Celebrity Sherlock, First Date / Time / Kiss, Past Drug Addiction, Angst with a Happy Ending) – Of course, I’d seen his films and always thought he was, well, brilliant – but, you know, a million miles from the world I live in. Or, when John is the owner of a travel book shop and the famous Sherlock Holmes stops in one day.

This Thing All Things Devours by cypress_tree (E, 63,844 w., 15 Ch. || In Time AU || Science Fiction, Dystopian Universe, First Meetings, Action / Adventure, Romance) – In 2169, time is money—literally. Humans are genetically engineered to stop aging at 25, when the numbers on their arm start counting down from one year. When that time is up, they die. The only way to get more time is to earn it, borrow it, or steal it.John Watson lives day-to-day in the crowded slums of Zone 13. He never imagined living any differently—until he meets the practically-immortal Sherlock, and helps him on a case to track a local time-thief…

Performance In a Leading Role by Mad_Lori (E, 156,714 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Hollywood / Actor AU, Secret Relationship, Falling in Love, Slow Burn, Romance, Coming Out, Fluff and Angst, Pining) – Sherlock Holmes is an Oscar winner in the midst of a career slump. John Watson is an Everyman actor trapped in the rom-com ghetto. When they are cast as a gay couple in a new independent drama, will they surprise each other? Will their on-screen romance make its way into the real world? Part 1 of Performance in a Leading Role

Mise en Place by azriona (M, 161,004 w., 28 Ch. || Restaurant (Kitchen Nightmares) AU || Sherlock is Gordon Ramsay / Celebrity Sherlock, Restauranteur John, Harry Plays Prominent Role, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, Cranky Sherlock, Bed Sharing, Slow Burn) – John Watson had no intentions of taking over the family business, but when he returns from Afghanistan, battered and bruised, and discovers that his sister Harry has run their restaurant into the ground, he doesn’t have much choice. There’s only one thing that can save the Empire from closing for good – the celebrity star of the BBC series Restaurant Reconstructed, Chef Sherlock Holmes. Part 1 of Mise en Place

WEALTH IS IMPLIED

Winter’s Delights by Kate_Lear (E, 21,173 w., 1 Ch. || Holmes Family, Christmas, Fake Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Bed Sharing, Domestics) – Sherlock takes John home for Christmas to meet the extended Holmes family. Part 1 of Winter’s Delights (his family is wealthy)

Classified(s) by blueink3 (E, 36,153 w., 4 Ch. || Wedding Date AU || Fake Relationship, Jealous, PIning, H/C, Idiots in Love, Happy Ending, Mary is not Nice, Escort Service) – Clara’s American father is the ambassador to some such territory that Great Britain probably used to own, but she (and Harry’s undying love for her) is the reason John is getting on a flight at 12:30pm, flying across the second largest ocean in the world, and pretending to be in a perfectly happy, healthy relationship with an undoubtedly perfectly coiffed stranger. See, Clara is not only American (and wealthy to boot), she’s also best friends with John’s ex-fiancée. Whom she’s placed in the wedding party. As Maid of Honor. And John just happens to be Best Man. Bloody brilliant. (implied he makes lots of money being essentially an escort)

Summit Fever by J_Baillier (M, 78,802 w., 18 Ch. || Mountain Climber AU || POV John, Angst, Tragedy, Suicidal Ideation, The Himalayas, Mountain Guide / Doctor John, Mount Climber Sherlock, Loneliness, Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Injured Sherlock / Sherlock Whump, Pining John) – After graduating from medical school, John Watson followed his heart to the Himalayas. Ten years later, he’s a haunted cynic working for his ex-lover’s trekking and mountaineering company. Will leading an expedition to Annapurna I—the most lethal of all the world’s highest mountains—shake John out of his reverie, and who is the mystery client added to the group at the last minute? (implied by his expensive equipment and celebrity status)

Thermocline by J_Baillier (M, 83,557 w., 14 Ch. || Scuba Diving AU || Adventure, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Marine Archaeology, Asexual Sherlock, Horny John, Relationship Drama, Technical/Scuba/Wreck Diving, Slow Burn, Underwater /  Medical Peril, Doctor John, Hurt Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, John POV, Protective John, Body Appreciation) – John “Five Oceans” Watson — technical dive instructor, dive accident analyst and weapon of mass seduction — meets recluse professor of maritime archaeology Holmes. As they head out to a remote archipelago off the coast of Guatemala to study and film its shipwrecks for a documentary, will sparks fly or fizzle out? (implied by his expensive equipment)

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE ||  Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court. (implied by the care and aides he has)

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #rich sherlock #Anonymous #fic rec wednesday