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sailorstarr-chan4 · 1 year

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Some of my Favorite Manga That Deserve an Anime Adaptation

Red River (28 volumes)

😍😍😍 !!!!!!!! *gestures dramatically at the screen* I just!!! I cannot scream this enough!!!! This forgotten gem stole my heart in 2020 and I cannot get over it. In a word, this series is: passionate. Exquisite. UNDERRATED. 😭😭😭 It's a historical isekai romance that is full of political intrigue, erotica, brilliant characterization, GORGEOUS art, and great action. This manga is the reason why I wrote 3 out of the 8 non-crossover Red River fics that exist on AO3 lmaooooo. IT'S JUST SOOOOO GOOD!!!! I never finished a series longer than 7 volumes within less than 2 weeks, and completely online, no less! It's a damn shame that it's so hard finding even physical copies of the manga to own, because dammit, I NEED!!!! 😍😍😍🥺🥺🥺 I would straight up CRY from joy if an anime adaptation was ever announced skgjfdfkjgdf (but I doubt it'd ever happen 😭)

MAO (14 volumes and counting!)

I mean, it's only the legendary Rumiko Takahashi's latest work, COME ON. It has Takahashi's usual touch in the art style, themes, and motifs, but is also wonderfully refreshing, with all new memorable characters and low-key one of her BEST main ships of all time. The game's afoot, and there's mysteries to unravel with deeper conspiracies beneath them all, all with a hot immortal doctor and a feisty girl who shares his curse with a cat demon thing (a byoki, to be precise). WHAT'S NOT TO LOVE?!

FAKE (7 volumes)

Yes, there's an OVA 2-part special. No, it's not enough. This bitch is thirsty for MORE. 😍😍😍👀👀👀 Yuri on Ice may be the first "yaoi" to steal my heart (I only put quotations because there's no porn lol), but FAKE is the first "official" yaoi to make me SQUEEEE while reading. Yes, this older series is not free from some of the unfortunate trappings of older yaoi series (*cough* noncon issues! *cough cough*), but I think what makes it work is that it's never pushed too far. And honestly, the mysteries surrounding their work as private detectives was so compelling, that it was almost like they never had time for shenanigans.... until after they fell in love 👀👀👀 Or, rather, after Ryo FINALLY accepted that he's gay AF for Dee lmao. Also: points for Dee being an openly bisexual man, who constantly corrects those who call him a homosexual. For the 90's??? That's surprisingly progressive.

Angel Sanctuary (20 volumes)

Yes, there's a 3 episode OVA. But it only "covers" the first 2 volumes out of TWENTY. This series is absolutely gorgeous: the Gothic inspired art, every panel is just dripping in angst, detail, and passion. The incest takes a backseat for the REAL drama, a savage dressing down of the hypocrisy of Christian ideals in a world where even the realm of Heaven is corrupt and full of sin. Dark, angsty, deliciously sinful, and a thoughtfully cynical yet inspiring commentary on what makes us human (even if you're a devil or an angel), it is an absolute CRIME that this series was never made into a full-length anime. If other controversial anime can be made/adapted in this day and age, then why not give this classic, forgotten gem a try, anime studios?! 😤

The Gentlemen's Alliance Cross (11 volumes)

Arina Tanemura's art is simply *chef's kiss* She has such a Shoujo Style that is unparalleled. Two are of her earlier works were made into beloved early 2000's magical girl anime series: Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne and Full Moon wo Sagashite. So why not THIS?! It is such a deliciously absurd Drama that is addicting and frustrating as hell. It's also just a truly touching tale of how family baggage can be so damaging to people's perceptions on love, relationships, and self-worth. It's a series that's near and dear to my heart, and I'd love to see it animated one day.

Kitchen Princess (10 volumes)

This adorable series is 90% fluff, 10% ANGST, with some of the cutest art styles imaginable. If you're itching for a series about food that doesn't go batshit like Food Wars (I love that show, but I can understand that it can be, er, overwhelming lol), Kitchen Princess invites you in for tea and cake and holds your hand as you eat delicious desserts that warm your soul. It is just a sweet, sweet story, with an abundance of fluff, but enough angst and hurt/comfort to balance out the cutesyness. Definitely a comfort food series that NEEDS AN ADORABLE, WHOLESOME ANIME AND CUTESY SOUNDTRACK, DAMMIT!!!!

Fushigi Yuugi: Genbu Kaiden (12 volumes)

If the original series can get an anime, then SO CAN THE PREQUEL, DAMMIT!!!! Genbu Kaiden took what is good about Fushigi Yuugi, and made it better. The protagonist is a thousand times more likable and stronger, both physically and emotionally. The dramatic scenes are far more effective and don't rely on Soap Opera BS. And the art has improved! GENBU KAIDEN DESERVES MORE LOVE!!!

Arisa (12 volumes)

Don't let the cutesy art fool you: this is one of the darkest series I ever read that didn't kill off the entire cast. With the right soundtrack and animation studio, this could be a downright chilling show to watch, without resorting to Higurashi levels of terror and violence. I don't Do horror at all, but the psychological thrills and twists of this dark series kept me invested, frightened, alarmed, and entertained until the very end. I would love to see it animated one day.... 👀

Shinobi Life (13 volumes)

THE BODYGUARD ROMANCE BEFORE YONA OF THE DAWN MADE IT COOL!!!! 😍😍😍 Lol, but in all seriousness, this series is SO GOOD!!! Now that I finally own all of the physical copies published in English (which is only half, because this world is cruel 😭😭😭), I cannot WAIT to dive back into this world of time-traveling ninjas and reincarnated princesses and adorkable relationship shenanigans, with an added bonus of backstory ANGST.

Alice in the Country of Joker: Circus and Liar's Game (7 volumes)

Listen. LISTEN. I DEMAND AN ANIME BASED OFF THIS MIND-BOGGLING TRASH, and no, not just that joke of a "movie" that is even somehow even more incoherent than the countless manga spin-offs. Not all of us have the patience or understanding to play the games, pleeeeeease 😭😭😭

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Honorable Mentions:

Fairy Cube (3 volumes)

First of all: fairies. Second of all: this tiny 3-volume series is such a clusterfuck of chaos, lightning fast plot points, that if stretched out to even a 12 or 13 episode series would probably make it coherent AND give justice to the story.

Alice 19th (6 volumes)

Same logic to Fairy Cube: I just want someone to take this mind-fuck of a series, because, in the right studio and director's hands, it'd be soooo amazing!

Otomen (17 volumes)

Honestly, I barely remember much of this adorkable series, other than the very refreshing and honest takes on gender, gender roles, and gender identity and how all are similar and yet separate. It would be nice to see more representation in mainstream anime, even now.

RG Veda (10 volumes)

Once again: a 2-episode OVA does not an anime make. Literally I just love the art and mythologies. And it's one of CLAMP's earliest work, and is low-key their most gorgeous. Imagining this story animated to today's standards would be *chef's kiss* AMAZING!!! 😍

Kilala Princess (5 volumes)

Let me make one thing absolutely clear: this will never happen. Ever. Never ever ever. Not in my lifetime, certainly, as long as copyright laws exist. If Kingdom Hearts is never gonna get an anime/animated show adaptation, then this cutesy manga sure as hell won't. But GODS I WANT IT!!!!!! 😍😍😍🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭 It is every childhood Disnerd's self-insert dream come true sdkjgdjfgr

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translations-by-aiimee · 11 months

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Mistakenly Saving the Villain - Chapter 21

Original Title: 论救错反派的下场

Genres: Drama, Romance, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is the product of my limited knowledge of Chinese characters as I attempt to learn the language. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

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Chapter 21 - Paying Homage to Our Ancestors

Song Qingshi got up early and took Yue Wuhuan to the ancestral hall to pay respect to his ancestors.

The ancestral hall, which other sects attach great importance to, is remote and inconspicuous in Medicine King Valley, hidden in the trees, dilapidated and not much better than the medicinal servants' residence. Outside of the ancestral hall was a medicinal garden. Yue Wuhuan had passed by several times and thought it was an abandoned building and ignored it.

Song Qingshi pushed open the door, sealed by an array.

There was a thick pile of dust inside the ancestral hall, and apart from the simple tables, chairs and offering table, there was only an old painted scroll.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you lock it. There aren't any valuables," Song Qingshi explained with some embarrassment. "I haven't been here for many years. Wait a minute while I clean it up." Then he rolled up his sleeves and first used a cool breeze spell to blow away the dust. After throwing cleansing spells everywhere, he set up an incense bowl on the altar and put flowers and fruits around it. Finally, he found a broken mat, patted the dust off with his hands, and said with satisfaction, "All done."

Yue Wuhuan stood beside him, holding the incense in a daze. He had never seen such an unrefined sect in his life. . .

Song Qingshi unrolled the painted scroll on the offering table and hung it up.

The scroll had no figures or inscriptions, only a boundless sea of clouds. A brilliant light beamed through the depths of the sea of clouds, lighting up the sky.

Song Qingshi tried his best to explain: "I accidentally got the inheritance from my ancestors in the hidden realm. My ancestors didn't leave a name, only the surname Song. I didn't have a surname then, so I took my ancestor's surname as a sign of respect. . ."

There were a lot of killings in the immortal world. Many children had lost their parents. His original body was one of them. Because he was born with two kinds of spiritual abilities and had a very high talent for medicine and poisons, he accidentally obtained the Medicine King's inheritance in the hidden realm and created the Medicine King's Valley. Practicing medicine and treating diseases, refining alchemy to make poisons, and occasionally going to the hidden realm to grab some rare medicines unknowingly helped gain the sect the reputation it has today.

"This inheritance in the immortal world was placed directly into my consciousness, so this painting is the only physical material left by the late master. I guess it has special sentimental value, so I used it as an offering. In fact, I don't know what the painting is about. It may be a landscape. . ." Song Qingshi, feeling guilty about his random assessment, quickly dismissed it. "Anyway, I have copied all the manuscripts that are suitable for inheriting the sect and put them in the library. You can read them yourself."

After Song Qingshi finished his introduction, he felt confident that he hadn't missed anything and instructed Yue Wuhuan to offer incense.

Yue Wuhuan lit the incense respectfully. When he was about to kneel down, the incense went out.

He re-lit the incense, knelt down again, and the incense went out once more.

Yue Wuhuan looked at Song Qingshi worriedly: "Could it be. . . the master doesn't want to accept me as a disciple?"

"Impossible. You're so smart. The late master couldn't be happier." Song Qingshi waved his hand. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, "Speaking of which, I don't recall ever having kneeled here before. Every time I come here, I clean up and leave after I burn incense. I must have forgotten. . . I guess the late master might not like being bowed to by his disciples, so try offering incense directly."

Yue Wuhuan dubiously inserted the burning incense into the burner, stood up and saluted.

Sure enough, the incense in the burner burned steadily and didn't go out.

Yue Wuhuan couldn't help asking: "Is this disrespectful to the ancestors?"

"The late master didn't like these sorts of things. He liked. . ." Song Qingshi recalled the inheritance that the original body received. Those inheritances were full of knowledge, leaving almost no personal traces except a very interesting word, which seemed to be his motto, "Question."

Question authority, question knowledge, question everything in the world.

Questioning is the driving force behind scientific research.

Song Qingshi wasted a lot of energy explaining his philosophy to Yue Wuhuan: "The late master didn't want us to respect him personally. What he wanted us to respect was knowledge, to carry out his philosophy, to study well, to study carefully, and to never hesitate to question what he left behind just because he was the master. Although Master was very powerful, he could still make mistakes. We have to find the correct answer in the neverending mistakes."

Yue Wuhuan hesitated: "The correct answer?"

Song Qingshi said happily: "Well, I've already studied and proved several mistakes of my master and re-revised the answers."

His theory can be described as shocking in the immortal world where masters are respected.

Yue Wuhuan was too shocked to speak.

"Perhaps this is the root of Medicine King's Valley foundation," Song Qingshi said longingly. "If I die, I hope to be like my master, to not have my disciples worship, and to not leave portraits and names for future generations to admire. These things are a waste of time. If you have the time to do these things, you might as well use it for research. It's better to finish the projects I haven't finished, correct the mistakes I made, and create more interesting. . ."

Before he finished speaking, Yue Wuhuan yanked his arm heavily, interrupting his thoughts.

Yue Wuhuan stared at him fiercely. His face was as gloomy as a sky about to rain. He almost gritted his teeth and said, "Don't say such unlucky things..."

Song Qingshi finally came to his senses and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm talking about the end of my life."

Medical students aren't afraid to talk about life and death, and he didn't feel that this topic was anything special.

Yue Wuhuan panicked and interrupted sternly: "Don't say that!"

Song Qingshi realized that he was really angry. He thought about his psychological problems and obediently shut up.

Yue Wuhuan also knew he should bow his head, but he didn't want to apologize.

The two were silent for a long time and finally silently pretended that this topic had never happened.

The worship ceremony was completed.

. . .

Song Qingshi liked to eat sweets, especially sorbet. Yue Wuhuan was very picky about the taste, thinking that the ones bought from outside weren't good enough and too dirty, and there was no good cook in Medicine King's Valley, so he took the time to study various sweet food preparation methods. Every day, he cooked all kinds of sweet food for him in different ways, which was especially delicious.

After An Long discovered Song Qingshi's private stove, he became incredibly grabby and tried to get Yue Wuhuan to cook for him too.

Song Qingshi was instantly angry: "Is my eldest disciple a waiter?"

An Long didn't care about such reasoning. He made a big fuss, just wanting to eat desserts made by Yue Wuhuan.

"Forget it. He's very busy," Song Qingshi lost his temper. He put down his book, rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll do it for you."

An Long's eyes lit up with joy.

Although Song Qingshi loved sweets, he didn't go out of his way to eat them. He was fine whether he ate them or not. In the original world, he was the eldest young master who only had to stretch his hand out for food. In this world, he would rather fast than make food, so he had never been in a kitchen in either of his two lifetimes. His brain was filled with tens of thousands of herbs but had no place for oil, salt, sauce or vinegar. . .

He stood in the kitchen in a daze for a while, trying to figure out how to use various utensils. He couldn't find a recipe and didn't know how to make fire with ordinary firewood, so he simply used spiritual fire and made dessert like alchemy.

Finally, after mucking around for a long time, he brought out a plate of round dumplings with charred black skin, each of which was exactly the same size and shade of charred blackness. Perfectly satisfying for anyone with OCD.

"These are green dumplings." Song Qingshi had always been brave in the face of failure. He took out the finished product to prove that he had tried hard. He then said, "It probably won't taste good, so I should throw them away. I'll ask the cook to make something for you. As long as it doesn't bother Wuhuan, anything is fine.”

An Long smiled and watched, then suddenly picked up a dumpling and threw it into his mouth.

Song Qingshi didn't have time to stop An Long from indiscriminately eating them, so he was a little worried about diarrhea.

An Long chewed it carefully for a long time and praised: "It doesn't look like much, but the taste is actually alright."

Immediately afterwards, he happily threw a few more dumpings into his mouth until only the last one remained.

Song Qingshi was dumbfounded. Even he didn't dare taste this stuff after it came out of the oven. Was it really edible? So, in a brave and challenging mood, he put the last dumpling into his mouth and chewed it. The explosive taste rushed over his taste buds in an instant. The fishy taste was worse than the most bitter medicine and was bad enough to make him nauseous.

Song Qingshi was so disgusted that tears came out of his eyes. He quickly spit out the dumplings, gesturing to An Long speechlessly.

An Long slapped the table and laughed crazily, so much that he couldn't sit upright.

He was like this in the past. He would be willing to hurt himself in order to make fun of the original body. He has a good grasp of how low he could go before he went too far with the original body, so he could successfully walk on the thin line of death every time. When he saw that Song Qingshi was about to explode, he quickly wiped away the tears from laughing, regained his dignity, and added: "I'll never ask Yue Wuhuan for food again."

Song Qingshi instantly dissipated his anger.

An Long said playfully: "It's only the first time you made it. It's precious. You must try again."

When Song Qingshi thought about his creation, he felt a little embarrassed.

An Long chased after him: "By the way, do you want to see the new poison I developed? It's very cute."

Song Qingshi immediately forgot such insignificant things as dumplings and happily dragged him to the research room.

On the way, An Long smiled and asked, "You're really nervous about this darling Yue Wuhuan. What's wrong with him?"

Song Qingshi glanced at him vigilantly, unwilling to answer this private question, and instructed: "Don't mess around."

An Long pondered: "That's interesting. . ."

The more Song Qingshi didn't allow things to get messy, the more he wanted to mess things up.

How fun is it to mess around?

. . .

After finishing sword practice, Yue Wuhuan was returning to his room to shower and change clothes. When he passed by the corridor, a small paper ball hit the back of his head.

The ball of paper fell on the ground and rolled around. It seemed like there was something wrapped inside it.

Right now is when Song Qingshi does pharmaceutical experiments and can't be disturbed. . . So he squatted down obediently, picked up the paper ball according to the other party's wishes, and slowly unfolded it.

Wrapped in the paper ball was a terrifying double-headed centipede, with countless legs wriggling and disgusting mucus flowing from its two grotesque mandibles. It opened its teeth and claws to pounce on him.

Yue Wuhuan thought about it and wrapped it in the paper again. He threw it away and said angrily, "Immortal An, don't do such childish things."

"What? Qingshi's not here, and suddenly you're too lazy to pretend to be good?" An Long laughed and came out from behind the screen wall. He beckoned, and the centipede immediately crawled out of the paper ball and returned to his palm, "This little guy isn't poisonous. It’s just for scaring people. Every time it can scare a beauty into screaming and trembling, it’s very fun. Why aren’t you afraid at all? I’m a little disappointed.”

Yue Wuhuan said helplessly: "If the Immortal Master wants it, I can scream for you."

"Don't, it'll sound too fake. I won't like it," An Long flipped his hands, and the centipede disappeared. He walked over lazily, looked Yue Wuhuan up and down curiously, and praised, "I never thought that a man could be so beautiful. Even more beautiful than Miss Wan in Mingyue Tower. I know you only like men, but still, I don't feel disgusted."

Mingyue Tower was a famous brothel in the immortal world, and Miss Wan was a famous prostitute.

This analogy was extremely malicious.

But Yue Wuhuan didn't care. He smiled and said: "I've heard that Immortal An's confidantes are all over the world and have seen countless beauties. Many immortal maidens and devils are jealous and have even fought over you. Today, it's a great honour for Wuhuan to be praised for his beauty."

"Young Master Wuhuan is joking," An Long heard him secretly mocking his flirtations and was amused, "My confidantes can't compare to the many that must be fascinated with you. I once knew a friend, what was his name? He's still a hero following a righteous path. He can't forget about you. Knowing that you have willingly entered Medicine King's Valley and can no longer get close to him, he gets drunk and complains a lot."

Yu Qing talked nonsense after drinking in Xilin, which tarnished Song Qingshi's reputation, so he killed him and sent his body to Medicine King's Valley for research.

Yue Wuhuan pretended not to understand: "I never remember dead people."

An Long sneered and said, "Beauties are so ruthless."

"Yes, prostitutes are ruthless and heartless." Yue Wuhuan pointed out his sarcasm. He raised his head, brushed his hair that was wet from the sweat from practicing sword practice behind his ears, and walked a few steps. He lazily leaned against the corridor's screen wall, raised his eyes, and asked provocatively: "Immortal An, don't you think it's interesting to be alive?"

An Long followed and bent down. He pressed his arm tattooed with the five poisonous creatures tightly against the screen wall next to his ear. He towered over him, smiling wickedly, and took off his disguise, baring his sharp wolf teeth: "I think I think you're a funny little fake. I want to know what's hidden under this beauty's skin. Let me have a look, okay?"

Yue Wuhuan smiled and asked: "Is Immortal An interested in my true face?"

An Long frivolously pinched his chin and forcefully lifted it. He examined his face carefully, leaned forward, and said fiercely: "Very interested."

Yue Wuhuan looked at him quietly for a moment and reminded him: "Master seems to have finished his experiments ahead of schedule."

An Long withdrew his hand quickly. He panicked momentarily before suddenly remembering that he had blocked Song Qingshi's spiritual detection so he wouldn't be discovered.

Yue Wuhuan lowered his head and held back his smile.

"You dare lie to me?!" Realizing he had been tricked, An Long was furious and wanted to flash his claws at this ignorant guy.

In an instant, a spiritual fire rose under his feet.

An Long sensed the crisis and immediately jumped away.

Immediately afterwards, several spiritual fires forced him to retreat several feet away.

Song Qingshi appeared behind him, wishing he could smash An Long to death with spiritual fire for bullying his little angel without a second thought. Fortunately, Yue Wuhuan had reminded him that he should secretly use his divine sense to check what An Long was doing while he was here; otherwise, this dead dog could have torn down Medicine King's Valley! Although high-level cultivators were able to isolate the divine mind from detection, when he found that An Long's aura had suddenly disappeared from the research room, he realized something was wrong. He thought he was going to hide and do bad things, so he came here after discovering Yue Wuhuan's location.

An Long pointed at Yue Wuhuan, so angry that he couldn't speak properly: "You!"

Yue Wuhuan whispered aggrievedly: "I didn't lie."

Song Qingshi rushed to Yue Wuhuan in one large step. He carefully checked whether he was injured, and asked nervously, "Did this guy bully you?"

Although he didn't see what had happened, it didn't take much thought about who was right and who was wrong between the fierce and domineering An Long and the cute little angel. Was there much to consider when comparing who's stronger and weaker between a mentally fragile patient and a rough and thick-skinned immortal? What's more, An Long can kill Yue Wuhuan a hundred times over with just one finger! He must take good care of his little angel! Not just for the investment but to protect him!

Song Qingshi was eccentric and magnanimous, and frankly, he was justified.

An Long glared desperately at Yue Wuhuan behind his back, the kind of gaze that held a particularly strong deterrent effect.

Yue Wuhuan looked at it and said softly and protectively: "No, Immortal An is quite nice. He's joking with me."

Song Qingshi looked back at An Long suspiciously. The spiritual fire on his body was still burning, and there was a faint urge to switch to a poisonous fire.

An Long instantly switched to a pure smile: "I wouldn't dare bully him. I'm just chatting casually and telling jokes."

"Yes," Yue Wuhuan continued to persuade. "Master, I seldom go out, so I'm quite curious about the outside world. Immortal An is good-natured and had a lot of interesting things to share. I'm happy to listen."

An Long grabbed Yue Wuhuan's shoulders and patted his chest. He laughed, "He and I hit it off right away. We just want to be friends."

Yue Wuhuan admitted with a smile: "Immortal An really didn't bully me."

Song Qingshi gradually extinguished the flame and doubtfully asked: "Is that so?"

The two of them nodded at the same time: "Yes."

Song Qingshi was a little confused and scratched his head. When he saw An Long blocking Yue Wuhuan from leaving with a domineering posture, he felt angry. He really didn't understand what they were doing. Could it be a misunderstanding?

"You go first. I'll find you next time to play a little longer," An Long greeted Yue Wuhuan with a hidden threat. and then dragged Song Qingshi away as quickly as he could. "Come on, let's see if the petri dish from yesterday has any results."

"Don't be angry. I really dare not bully your glass man."

"Rule 72."

"Okay, okay, I'll stop talking about it. Have a drink with me."

"I don't want to."

". . ."

Yue Wuhuan saluted politely and watched the two leave.

The King of Xilin Poison stood in a high position all year round. He didn't need to think many things through. Violence was enough to crush everything.

Therefore, his temptations and thoughts were superficial and very easy to guess.

It's just investigating his miserable past that brought up despicable suspicion; suspicion that he had someone backing him up, suspicion that he had evil intentions for Medicine King's Valley, suspicion of his ambitions, and even suspicion that he had feelings for Song Qingshi. But he was also worried that if there was no evidence, Song Qingshi would tear him apart, unwilling to actually investigate. He wanted to find an excuse to wind him up, try to find out his true face little by little, and then crush him to death.

This matter isn't difficult to solve.

Since the King of Xilin Poison wants to see his true face, then he'll show him his true face.

He hoped he could take it. . .

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the-bloody-sadist · 1 year

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Someone mentioned rereading sinner and ooh! I just took the plunge on reading it for the third time. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed it! I also just finished my first dead dove fic and my is it enjoyable writing depraved fiction. Occasionally I found myself looking at my doc in shocked disgust that I could write something so awful. Good fun!

Out of curiosity, how much of bsd have you read/watched?

Oh yay, I'm so glad to hear it! You guys are insane, re-reading Sinner so much. That's crazy. But I do get it, too, since I made every chapter to be a sort of...extreme build up and release, so you get an emotional high in a lot of those chapters. LOL, so much crying. I'm currently trying to pace it out better and tone it down for the original version without erasing that aspect of it, which is rough.

Lol you looking at your doc in shocked disgust cracks me up. Idk what that feels like but I'm glad you find that fun for your own stuff. :)

I have watched all of BSD that's out! I'm just not a manga reader. Aside from like a few chapters I read to see how it matched the anime, I stopped--because literally it just feels like reading the anime on paper. Hardly anything was added in the first bit at least, so I didn't care to continue or find it worth it, since the BSD story in itself isn't appealing to me, only the characters.

All I read is yaoi in the realm of manga/manhwa/etc., and Tokyo Ghoul was the only deviation from that, because it's one of my favorite stories of all time and the anime was infamously watered down. Well worth it on that one, but yeah!

#sadist’s answered asks #BSD discourse

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wanderingviktus · 2 years

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Drowning Sorrows

These scenes happen right after Heavensward quest.

CW: NSFW, Copious consumption of Alcohol, Bad Coping Mechanism, Yaoi

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Perhaps I should cease the countless night of overindulging in alcohol.

I don’t miss the worried glances that Alphinaud sends my way nor the gentle touch of Tataru’s hand on my own, pressing my calloused drinking hand down on the table. The way she murmurs my name in worry, or the gentle guidance of Hilda’s companions as they drag my inebriated body to the quarters I was borrowing for the night.

I had learned sooner it was all the better to hide away from House Fortemps, I could not bear to step into the home despite Lord Edmont’s worried summons.

I was a coward; I couldn’t even face the man who had given me refuge since we were branded traitors by the realm, we fought tooth and nail to prosper.

Deep down, I didn’t mind being told to go here and there. It gave my life a semblance of direction, the path though drench in sorrow and macabre.

Ah, these will be thoughts left for another night.

“Viktus…”

I tip the last drops of brandy onto my tongue, settling the glass on the weathered table to give Gibrillont a questioning look. He merely sighs, taking my now empty glass and stepping away. “I think you’ve had enough for the night.”

“Yes, I do think so myself.” The words are slurred but I was stalwart. I do believe I was still sober, save for the slight waver in my posture. Hilda throws me a worried glance, but I stop her from standing up. I didn’t want to return to the cot The Forgotten Knight so kindly offers. Not for tonight.

I glance back at Gibrillont, haphazardly slamming a handful of gil, “For the trouble.”

“You better watch yourself, Viktus.” He murmurs as he slowly slides the coins into his palm.

“When did I ever drop my guard?” I chuckle, staggering away from the counter. I grip the handrails as I ascended the steps, perhaps some time outside could perk me up. I didn’t want to sleep yet, who knows what nightmare was waiting for me this time.

The creak of the door welcomes the shock of cold on my skin. I shudder at the dip in temperature but this was what I wanted right? I grumble softly, stepping out of the warm tavern, letting the door close behind me.

The thin material of the scholar’s clothing provides little warmth under the onslaught of the Ishgardian weather. My breath fogs in front of me but my eyes ever wander, taking in the bleak scenery. The moon sits high within a cloudless sky as snow continues to fall all around me. What time was it? Far too late to wander with a muddled mind yet I cared none for decorum.

I stumble my way towards the Congregation, a name on my lips. Firmalbert was startled at my drunken presence, kind enough to offer assistance to bring me home.

I could laugh to myself.

Home? Where was home?

Long have the days gone and nowhere feels like home. With all that happened, where can I rest my head?

I clear the errant thoughts from my mind, telling him that I had business here. Though he looked skeptical at my words, he steps aside to give me passage. My unsteady steps would most likely arch a brow but he did not comment as I made my way inside. The hearth casting warm around the room, but the landing wasn’t my destination.

I turned to the side, nodding to the guard before I make my way to the Lord Commander’s office. He steps aside to let me through though I notice the worried crease in his brow as I was passing through. Thankfully he made no comment as the doors closed behind me, though it eased little of the tension hanging in the air.

The air feels much colder inside than outside, chilling my fevered skin as I take the last few steps to the Lord Commander’s study. My calloused fingers wrap around bronze, twisting the small knob so silently; the man in front of me hardly pauses from his task.

Carefully, I step into the simple office, my booted feet making no sound on carpeted flooring. Dragging the door behind me as slowly as I could my gaze hardly shifting from the scene in front of me. It’s only by the gentle click of the lock does Aymeric finally bring his gaze up, his body jolts in surprise at my presence.

“My friend, what brings you here? At this hour no less.” He hastily drops the paper within his hand, pushing the pile to the side as his other hand wipes the tiredness on his face. Had I been sober I would have frowned in worry, but that was a thought that I hardly cared for at the moment.

He clears his throat, closing he distance between us until he stands an arm’s length in front of me. His smile falters lightly, perhaps the strong scent of alcohol from my body was a giveaway. I sway to the side, blushing lightly at the sign of weakness.

The Lord Commander’s hands are quick to steady me, though he remains a safe distance. I look up to find his brow creased, thinking, hesitant. I straighten myself, his hands guiding until they slide away, leaving a warm trail on my skin.

“You should be home and in such a state no less. I shall have a guard aid you on the way back. House Fortemps is quite a walk.” He looks away, cheeks lightly stained red, “I would have accompanied you but I have some documents that need tending to.”

“We both know I can’t stay upright for that long.” I chuckle and Aymeric joins in.

“True. I should have been more astute in my assessment.” I watch his lips mouth the words, the pompousness of his vocabulary grated me in my drunken state. “Though, embarrassing as it is, I have only the seat to offer as a space of respite.”

“That is more than enough for a weathered traveler such as me.” I joshed.

“Ah, I had forgotten you are not a novice to such unfavorable circumstances. Do forgive me, my friend.” He was talking too much.

Aymeric’s hands steady me as we make our way to the seats, my body sagging as we sit down. The plush pillows around me was enough to lull me to sleep but sleep was a place I hardly run to at the end of my days.

“Now, perhaps I can fetch for some blankets to ease your stay. For a moment, let me- “So noisy.

I grasp his wrists, pulling him down to me. The clink of his armor fills my ears as I close my eyes, warm lips against my own. So quickly to press, so quickly to leave.

“Ah! My apologies, I stumbled against you.” Aymeric sputters and I open my eyes to see the crimson sprawl of a blush on his pale cheeks. He steps back, a hand covering his lips as he stares at me, “Truly I am sorry, my friend.”

His apology rouses me momentarily to sobriety, for a moment I feel shame. My hands lose their hold on him, falling into my lap as I stare at the callouses decorating my palms.

“No, it’s my fault.” I swallow thickly, quickly rearranging the pillows around me, “I’m sorry Aymeric. That was a stupid thing to do.”

“No- “

“Yes, it was. I apologize.” I feel the pinprick of tears stinging my eyes, stupid, stupid. “Well, please leave me to it. I don’t want to be a nuisance to your tasks.”

Aymeric grasps my hand, the metal of his greaves shock my body, “No it wasn’t…”

He trails off, pursing his lips before he looks away. The tips of his ears turn red in embarrassment but his hands still enclose my own.

“I’m clearly drunk and putting you in such a spot would be- “

“No,” Aymeric purses his lips, “I would want what you are offering…”

I arch a brow, more awake, perhaps a little soberer than a moment ago. “Are you-?”

He looks surprised before looking elsewhere, perhaps I will never hear the words from the Lord Commander’s lips.

“Then, you’ll let me…?” He nods to my query, and all hesitation leaves me.

I bring a hand to cup his jaw, bringing him closer. Aymeric’s deep blue eyes become half-lidded as he stares me down through thick lashes. I slide my hand to his nape, pulling him flush to my lips once more. This time I drink the sounds that spills from his lips as his hands make a trail along my sides.

Fingers undoing the intricate claps that keep his attire intact.

I cursed under my breath as I peeled layers and layers of Aymeric’s cumbersome armor. What is with Ishgardian nobility and the pompousness of their clothing? His own hands match my fervor, easy to part cloth and buttons as compared to my own hand’s work. The cool air summons goosebumps upon my skin, clothing sliding off my scarred body.

The clatter of armor against the carpet softens the sounds we’re adding to the late Ishgardian night. I pray the guards do not become nosy to the events behind the closed door.

Errant thoughts flit into my mind, compelling me to worry, to second guess, to wonder all the wrongs of the moment. Yet Aymeric’s lips chase the noise away, his touch burning the chill that has clung to my skin.

I want a time where I am not the warrior of light, or the savior of Ishgard, merely,

“Viktus.”

The hot press of his palm against my scarred body rouses my blood. His lips on mine, biting, needy; matching the fervor of my own touch. Two fools, so eager to just forget their shortcomings; chasing at the promise of warmth. A momentary reprieve to chase the cold, the emptiness.

I could almost laugh. Pitiful as we are, titles, armor and medals decorated our very being but we’re all the same once bare.

I remember vaguely how the night continues, only the hot rush of being wanted. For a night, the gentle embrace of another chases the nightmare away.

But how long should I continue running?

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Give Me A Try (New Chapter)

Gay Instagram Model/Bartender Phan AU Part 3

(Part One)

(Part Two)

(Read on Ao3!)

Dan’s in the middle of his break, scrolling through his phone, when a text notification appears at the top of his screen. He drops his bagel into his lap, cursing.

The text is from Phil. He doesn’t know any other Phil’s, so it has to be AmazingPhil, texting him, inexplicably.

He clicks the notification, eyes wide, simultaneously scooping up the bagel bits that have fallen onto his knees.

From: Phil To: Dan im in makeup for a weird photoshoot for some korean clothing brand and they just put loads of silver goo in my hair to make it chromey

As Dan is reading the message, searching between the lines for a reason Phil might be telling him this information, another text pings through.

From: Phil To: Dan whoops, i kinda meant to send that to PJ. but hey, if you’re interested, here’s a pic of me with ‘Kpop Idol Silver Hair Paste’ in lol xx

From: Phil To: Dan [image]

The phone slips from Dan’s fingers, clattering through his legs to the floor of the staff room. Phil has sent him a selfie. An un-edited, un-Instagrammed photo of his breathtaking face, up close. Sure, there’s a weird silvery goop in his usually raven hair, but still. Gingerly, Dan retrieves the phone, a small, strangled sound escaping from his throat as he surveys the image in front of him.

It makes a little more sense now that Phil has informed him that he had actually mistakenly texted the original message, but did the guy really have to follow up with a photo? He must, surely, be aware of Dan’s crush. He witnessed the brunt of Dan’s obsessive stalking in person on his phone, after all.

Bagel entirely forgotten, Dan just stares down into the pixelated blue of Phil Lester’s eyes, wondering how to respond, and if he even should. Deciding eventually that it would be rude not to, Dan shakily types out something he hopes is vaguely witty.

From: Dan To: Phil hahaha wow :’) kpop? more like kpoop. (it looks like bird poop, sorry dude.) x

From: Phil To: Dan hahaha it does ur so right. and if you think thats bad you should see the outfits… xx

Settling back into his chair, Dan bites his lip. As he thinks of a potential response, his eyes wander over to the spot, just to the right of him, where he and Phil had stood not long ago, when it had seemed like maybe, possibly, Phil might’ve…

But obviously that’s absurd.

Dan’s wishful thinking had clearly driven him to the point of hallucination, because the very notion that Phil Lester, AmazingPhil, the famous Instagram model, would ever have looked at Dan as anything more than a random bartender, is laughable.

Dan sighs to himself, then smirks. Well, just because he has no chance, doesn’t mean he can’t utilise his semi-connection to the celebrity to get some behind-the-scenes footage of his fave.

From: Dan To: Phil well now i have to see x

There’s a noticeable pause, and Dan wonders, panicking vaguely, if he may have pushed too far. Is it a little much to ask this of Phil? Maybe he just won’t respond, and Dan will have to quit his job forever, or maybe just spend his shifts on red alert that Phil will wander into the bar, and hide from him if he does-

He texts back.

From: Phil To: Dan [image]

From: Phil To: Dan hot, right? xx

For two long, uninterrupted minutes, Dan is frozen. Then, he lets out a muffled groan of frustration. The photo Phil sent is a full body shot taken by someone else; he’s dressed in an asymmetrical long white t-shirt with several long rips through the chest, some bright pink camouflage trousers, and a shiny silver puffer jacket with a black fur-lined hood. The outfit is a complete disaster, but it doesn’t matter in the slightest. His chest is visible through the slits in the tee; having seen it twice now IRL, Dan is drawn to the slivers he can see. The trousers make his eyes pop, and the jacket matches the silver streaked through his hair.

His pose is casual, feet apart, smirking at the camera, with his hands gesturing to his body as if to say ‘see what i mean?’. If he’d posted this on his Instagram, Dan gets the feeling he’d have saved it to his camera roll anyway, maybe even made it his phone background.

Dan’s done that with a few of his favourite photos of Phil in the past. He won’t even dwell on the time when Phil posted a photo of himself in the bath and Dan, in a semi-sleep-deprived fit of insanity, printed the photo out and stuck it on his wall.

Tyler came over once, weeks later, saw the photo taped above Dan’s bed, and tore the thing down. He’d told Dan, quite rightly, to stop being such a creep and keep his crazed obsessive behaviour to social media like everyone else.

“Who even has physical photos these days?? You’re like a fucking serial killer!”

Dan chuckles at this memory. He’s glad for Tyler, sometimes, even if he’s only good for keeping Dan’s stalkerish behaviour within the realms of normalcy.

Belatedly, he realises it’s been over five minutes and he still hasn’t responded to Phil. Also, his break is close to being over.

From: Dan To: Phil woww. please, phil of the future, tell me what life is like in 2087 x

From: Phil To: Dan stawwp. i keep laughing out loud at what ur saying and now the designer is sending me death glares :’’’D xx

Trying hard to ignore the fact that his dorky jokes are apparently literally making Phil ‘lol’, Dan checks the time, and sighs, typing out another message.

From: Dan To: Phil is the designer a martian? or maybe secretly one of those reptile-people? maybe skin him just to be safe. also my break is over so i gtg. have fun on set of NASA’s moonlanding recreation x

From: Phil To: Dan aww ur at work too? that sux. i forgot that u work at night lol. hope u stay dry this evening ;) xx

From: Dan To: Phil speaking of… why are u at work? isnt it kind of late for a photoshoot? x

From: Phil To: Dan well its 8am here so no haha xx

From: Dan To: Phil where are you? x

From: Phil To: Dan seoul :) hence the… unusual fashion lol xx

Dan’s eyebrows shoot up his forehead. He stands from his chair, throws his half eaten bagel in the trash, and looks around himself. He’s in the staff room - a small, dusty space with a row of falling apart lockers, a couple of chairs and a small table. There’s a hook on the wall which holds a load of unused aprons, and a rusty heater for when it’s especially cold.

He’s about to go back out to serve a load of rowdy customers some overpriced cocktails, then mop a dancefloor sticky with sweat, alcohol, and whatever other liquids might have found their way there. Then, he’s going to go back to his crummy flat way across in Kemptown, unfold his sofabed, and fall asleep to Netflix.

Phil, on the other side of the world in Korea, is having his hair, makeup and wardrobe done by professionals. He’s being treated like a celebrity, no doubt, and pampered excessively. Later, he’ll receive high-definition, professional photographs of himself looking gorgeous, and post them to his Instagram, where millions of people will tell him how stunning he looks.

Dan sighs to himself. How the other half lives.

The following day, Dan wakes up to find that Phil has updated his Instagram story, and posted the photo with the silver goo in his hair. The same one he’d sent to Dan. The caption reads:

Not sure silver hair was a good idea! The designer was going for Kpop, but ended up with Kpoop… can’t wait to show you guys the photos from this shoot! xx

Two things cross Dan’s mind.

First, Dan can now officially state that he had a sneak-peek at an official AmazingPhil photo before it was posted.

Second, the bitch totally stole his joke.

He smiles to himself ruefully, then decides to leave a comment. There’s no way that Phil will even see it - he’s never seen any of Dan’s others, or at least Dan sincerely hopes he hasn’t, as they’re mostly things like ‘choke me’ or ‘slap me round the face with your yaoi hands dad’.

Okay, maybe he tends to leave those sorts of comments when he’s less than sober.

This time, Dan just taps out a simple:

danisnotonfire: joke stealing is a low form of theft phil smh ;)

Still smiling to himself, Dan rolls over onto his side, and settles in to watch Phil’s story. The stories are usually long, silly, and full of adorable clips of Phil being clumsy and cute. As expected, this one is no exception. It’s a tour of Phil’s hotel room in Seoul, which is very posh.

Phil exclaims over the origami hand towels on his bed, the robe provided for him in the wardrobe, and the multiple options on the ‘disco shower’ as he calls it. Just as Dan is marvelling at the panoramic shot Phil has filmed of his view from the balcony, a notification pings at the top of his screen.

amazingphil replied to your comment: joke stealing is…

Dan sits bolt upright in bed, the sheets falling off him. He runs a hand through his messy hair, eyes wide. He clicks the notification before it disappears, heart pounding.

Oh no, oh no, oh no. Dan hadn’t intended for him to actually see. What if Phil thinks he’s being rude? He doesn’t actually mind Phil stealing his stupid joke about the hair goo. It’s an honour, if anything, that Phil finds his dumb joke good enough to post as a caption millions of people will read.

Heart thrumming, Dan finds the response Phil left.

danisnotonfire: joke stealing is a low form of theft phil smh ;)

amazingphil: @danisnotonfire aha i was kinda hoping you wouldn’t see ;D

Another notification pings at the top of his screen.

amazingphil started following you

“Holy shit,” Dan says to nobody.

amazingphil liked your photo

“Fuck,” Dan squeaks, clutching his pillow for support. “Stop it Phil, I’m gonna have a heart attack.”

Curious, Dan clicks the last notification, wondering which photo it was that Phil pressed the little heart for. To his surprise, it’s a selfie, one he took at work around a month ago. He took it during a lull between serving, if he remembers correctly. The lighting hadn’t been awful when he was doing his hourly fringe check in his phone camera, so he’d snapped a pic. It’s nothing special, just a moody expression and a wash of pink lighting across one half of his face.

amazingphil commented on your photo

amazingphil: nice pout ;) xx

Dan falls back into the pillows, mind obliterating itself into a thousand, tiny pieces.

Over the next few weeks, Dan has several text conversations with Phil. They’re usually started by Phil himself, who will - out of what Dan assumes is boredom - sometimes send him a random meme, a musing about his surroundings, or a selfie. For obvious reasons, Dan prefers the latter.

No matter how many times Phil reaches out via text, the surreality of it never fails to send Dan’s mind freewheeling. It always knocks the wind out of his lungs, it always makes him stop dead in his tracks, and it always leaves him struggling to recover for the next few hours. Whenever this happens at work, Tyler never fails to tease him mercilessly.

“Whoops! Please excuse him, sir, his mind has been blended by a single text from his crush,” Tyler tells a customer the fifth time Dan drops a glass behind the bar.

Dan scowls at his friend, but doesn’t try to defend himself. It’s true, after all. One text from Phil has him behaving like a moron. He becomes physically inept, unable to make the simplest drink.

One night, after the bar has closed, Dan and Tyler are cleaning up.

“So when’s he gonna stop torturing you over text and come sweep you off your beer-drenched tootsies?”

Dan rolls his eyes at this. “He’s not, Ty. He’s a rich and famous superstar, and I’m clearing up puke for the third day in a row.”

Dan wrinkles his nose as he continues mopping up the patch of vomit. He’s suspicious at this point; three days in a row is unusual. Is the same person coming in each night and spewing their guts all over the dance floor out of spite? Perhaps it’s some sort of hate crime.

“It’s like a Cinderella story!” Ty exclaims, pirouetting around his broom. “Except it’s gay, which makes it even better.”

Dan scoffs at him. “I’m pretty sure fairytales don’t involve stalking someone over social media and having them find out. He’s just taking pity on me because he saw that first night that I’m a fan.” Dan dunks the mop back in the bucket, turning to Tyler. “Besides, I’m pretty sure he has a boyfriend.”

Tyler sucks in a scandalised breath. “What! Who?”

Dragging the mop back to the supply closet, Dan laughs. “Remember the drunk guy he came with? The one who gave me a lovely Rainforest shower?”

“Him?”

Dan sighs, locks the cupboard, and nods. He digs into his pocket for his phone, and brings it over to show Tyler the photo of Phil and Charlie kissing. Matt, the security guard wanders over to see as well, letting out a low whistle.

“He’s a nonce if he thinks that guy’s behaviour was attractive,” Matt says. “He puked ‘soon as I got him out the door that night. All over the pavement.”

Dan looks at Matt, tilting his head in interest. “He did?”

Tyler plucks the phone out of Dan’s hand, zooming into the photo to have a better look, a frown on his face.

“Yep, your friend there came out, called him an Uber and sent him off,” Matt says. “Doubt pukey there would’ve made it home without him.”

“Nice guy,” Dan mutters, cheeks warm.

“This is staged,” Tyler announces abruptly.

“What?”

“Look,” he says, bringing the phone back over for Dan to see.

He zooms in on the crux of the kiss, right onto Phil’s face. Dan grimaces.

“Ty, I don’t want to see-”

“Shut up and look at his face,” Tyler interrupts, grabbing Dan’s chin and angling it towards the phone. “See how his lips are puckered? All stiff and pointed, like he’s kissing his grandma. And his eyes are open.”

“He’s looking at the camera!”

“Nah, Tyler’s right mate,” Matt says. The gum he’s chewing is making gross squishy sounds right in Dan’s ear as he leans over to look. “He looks awkward as hell.”

Dan narrows his eyes at the photo, trying to see what the others see.

“Besides, didn’t you say he hated that guy?” Tyler asks, clicking off the photo.

Dan tuts, snatching his phone back. “Well, apparently he was just being nice to compensate for the fact his kissing buddy covered me in sugary cocktail.”

He makes the smart decision to step away from this preposterous conversation before he does something stupid. Like allow either of these morons to give him hope that Phil is actually single.

Not that Phil being single would even matter.

“Or he was making it clear that he’s available!” Tyler calls after him as Dan stalks over to the staff room. “He whipped his shirt off for you twice and gave you his number. Do you think he’d do that if he had a boyfriend?”

“Drop it, Ty!” Dan calls back, shutting the staff room door behind him.

He will not let himself fall into the trap of daring to believe he could get someone as gorgeous, as hilarious, as pure and… amazing, as Phil Lester.

He won’t.

This is a good philosophy, in theory.

In practise, it turns out to be a lot more difficult. Dan finds this out to his cost when Phil strolls into Habenero the following Friday with Charlie Hickory at his side. Dan’s stomach sinks as soon as he sees the pair, the butterflies that appear each time Phil so much as acknowledges exploding into dust the moment he registers who Phil is here with.

Phil makes a beeline for the bar, a big smile on his face as he sees Dan. Warily, Dan smiles back, very aware that he is not exactly Charlie’s biggest fan.

“Dan!” Phil sings, chipper as ever.

Blushing already, Dan waves an awkward hand. He will never, he’s sure, get used to hearing his name on Phil Lester’s lips. “Hi. You’re back.”

“Of course! This is my local hangout now,” Phil says, winking. “Great cocktails, cute bar staff, crazy Bingo nights… this place has got it all.”

“Some people might not agree with you about the cocktails,” Dan can’t help himself saying, glancing at Charlie.

Charlie shuffles awkwardly on the spot. “Right,” he says, casting a look at Phil. They share a look that seems loaded with something Dan is not privy to, and then Charlie sighs, turning to Dan. “I wanted to, uh, apologise. About last time. Totally not cool of me to… tell you off like that. I was wasted.”

For an awkward moment, Dan waits for the actual word ‘sorry’ to leave Charlie’s mouth. It becomes obvious fairly swiftly that the dude feels he’s already said enough, so Dan just gives him a tight smile, and clears his throat.

“Oh, yeah man,” he says. “Let’s just… move on, I guess.”

If Charlie won’t say sorry, then Dan’s sure as hell not going to say he forgives him.

“So, drinks?” Phil asks, seeming to sense the taut atmosphere. “Maybe not cocktails?”

Dan can’t help the splutter of laughter, but Charlie shoots a dagger-like glare Phil’s way. It makes Dan’s lip curl; how could anyone be angry with Phil, of all people?

“Maybe some beers?” Dan suggests, teeth clenched. “We have a load of craft beers, or if you’re more into spirits I could make you guys a-”

“I’ll have a vodka and light tonic, no ice,” Charlie interrupts. “A double. If you use regular tonic, I will know.”

“Charlie,” Phil hisses under his breath.

They exchange another loaded look, and again Charlie sighs, turning to Dan with a fake smile. “Please.”

Swallowing the urge to roll his eyes, Dan nods, then gladly turns his attention to Phil. “And for you?”

“Oh,” Phil says, like it’s only just occurred to him that he needs to order as well. “God, I’m so bad at deciding, err…”

As he’s dithering, Charlie sighs. “Are you cool to get these, Phil? I’m gonna go find us a table.”

“You don’t wanna dance?”

“Not in the mood.”

Phil nods, obviously disappointed. “Okay, yeah, I’ll meet you in the back.”

With that, Charlie is gone, slipping into the crowd. The look of distaste must be more evident on Dan’s face than he thinks, because Phil laughs at it.

“I know,” Phil says. “But he does have a few… marginally amiable qualities.”

‘Why have you chosen to be with someone that’s marginally amiable when you’re so great,’ is what Dan wants to ask. Instead, he simply shrugs, deciding to change the subject.

“Have you decided on a drink yet? I’d better get on with making his low-cal dishwater.”

Phil laughs a little, then leans forwards, his smile deepening as he leans across the bar. “Surprise me.”

Something sparks a roman candle in Dan’s stomach, and his skin prickles with the heat it creates. He drags his eyes free of Phil’s with some difficulty, nodding, and turns to make the drinks.

He prepares Phil a ‘PopQueen’ cocktail, which is one of their most popular. It’s inspired by popcorn, along with the trio of Pop Queens that rule the gay music scene: Gaga, RiRi, and Bey. The moscato vodka base is made from Italian grapes to represent Gaga’s heritage, the spiced rum is a shoutout to Bey’s favourite drink, and Riri comes in in the form of a smoky splash of passion fruit bitter. The rest is topped up with popcorn syrup, lemonade, a sprinkle of caramel popcorn kernels, and as many sparkly cocktail sticks as Dan can fit in.

He explains the whole concoction to Phil as he presents it, a little smug because he knows this is an impressive looking cocktail. It’s probably his favourite one to make; the Viniq shimmery moscato vodka makes the drink swirl and shimmer - always exceptionally pretty.

Sure enough, Phil’s mouth drops open at the sight of it. “Okay wow,” Phil says, chuckling. “I’m gonna get drunk tonight, aren’t I?”

“If that’s your plan, this should definitely help you on your way,” Dan says, laughing too. “I wouldn’t recommend having a second if you want to remember your evening.”

Phil leans forwards to take a sip of the PopQueen, moaning around the straw, much to Dan’s dismay. He plucks one of the popcorn pieces off and eats it, eyes closed. In related news, Dan struggles not to fall to the floor. “Dan, you are an artiste,” Phil says. “Popcorn is my all time favourite food.”

“Oh, wow, that’s... lucky, I guess,” Dan stammers, a swell of pride surging up into his chest. “Glad you like it.”

“So, how much?”

“Oh, on the house.” Dan smiles, sliding the cocktail across the bar along with Charlie’s vodka tonic. “I feel bad for not letting you in on the forfeit for Bingo last time.”

The look on Phil’s face softens into something so sweet Dan can taste sugar on his tongue.

“You don’t have to do that,” Phil says softly.

“It’s fine, really,” Dan assures him, all but sliding his elbows across the bar towards him. “I insist.”

A twitch in the corner of Phil’s mouth, and then he’s leaning across the bar. It happens slowly, but Dan still manages to be caught off guard. One moment, he’s watching, bemused, as Phil inches towards him, and the next there’s a light press of paper-soft lips to his cheek. A scratch of stubble grazes over Dan’s skin as Phil leans away.

“Thanks,” Phil tells him, smiling. “You’re sweet, Dan.”

And then he’s turning away, drinks in hand, slipping into the mass of people.

For the next few hours, Dan hopes for Phil to return to the bar for another round. He waits, eagerly, for this moment to come. Instead, Charlie is the one who brings his and Phil’s glasses back over, and waves to flag down Dan’s attention.

He nods in acknowledgement, finishing up the drinks order he’s in the middle of, and sidling over to Charlie. He forces a strained smile.

“Same again?”

“Yeah,” Charlie says, digging out his phone. “And a couple of vodka shots.”

He says nothing else, eyes glued to his phone screen. Dan waits for a moment before moving off, eyes stuck to Charlie’s face. He’s the kind of gorgeous that shouldn’t exist in real life. Unblemished, tanned skin. Clean, dark stubble, lacing his perfect, razorblade jawline. His hair is a swoop of glossy mahogany; even the cut of it looks expensive.

Charlie’s eyes flick up to Dan’s, obviously questioning why he’s staring, so Dan nods, embarrassed, and hurries to make the drinks. From a superficial standpoint, it’s obvious why Phil is with Charlie. Obviously, in Dan’s eyes, Phil is the most attractive man on the planet, but that’s just because he’s Dan’s type. Even he can tell that Charlie is objectively a beautiful human being.

It’s just a shame about everything below the surface level.

Dan pours the two shots Charlie ordered. “All together it’s twenty pounds, please.”

Charlie snorts, then pockets his phone at last. “Figures you’d give Phil the discount.”

He pulls out a twenty and slaps it on the counter.

“Sorry, I can’t give you guys free drinks all night.”

Charlie just stares back at him, a faint, knowing smile caught on his dusty pink lips. One of this thick eyebrows is slightly quirked, sliding an irritation under Dan’s skin. “Listen, Danny, is it?”

“Dan,” he grits.

“Dan,” Charlie says, leaning across the bar. “A little advice, yeah? Don’t be so transparent. It just comes across as pathetic.”

He downs both the shots in quick succession, baffling Dan, who is frozen, mortified, to the spot. Before his brain can thaw enough to stammer out some witty rebuttal, Charlie has swept the drinks off the counter, and is moving away.

Cheeks burning, Dan turns around, trying to calm his boiling blood. He squeezes his fists together, counting to ten, the way he makes himself after all encounters with dickhead customers.

“Hey, sweetcheeks, can we get some drinks over here, please?”

With a deep sigh, Dan unclenches his fists, and turns to the next customer.

At around one in the morning, Dan runs to the bathroom for a minute, and on his way, he sees Charlie. He’s against the wall of the club, near the DJ booth. There’s a muscular, dark-skinned man pressing him there; their faces are close. Dan can’t stop, he’s left Tyler and Dodie to the mercy of the drunks in their worst state - things get rowdy an hour before closing - and he needs to get back there. So, instead, he simply tucks the image away in his mind, to think about later on.

That man, leant against Charlie in a less-than-innocent seeming stance, was certainly not Phil, after all. As he exits the bathroom, he notices that Charlie is gone, as is whoever was with him.

At 1:55am, the lights come on. As usual, an enormous groan chants out of the crowd of patrons on the dance floor, followed by a few pairs awkwardly stepping out of the shadows, some squinting and eye-covering, and the slow, jelly-legged walk to the coat-check area.

“I think I just saw some guy getting up off his knees in the corner,” Tyler says despondently. “Shotgun not mopping the floor tonight.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Dan sighs. “On the dance floor? Really? Why can’t they suck each other off in the bathroom like normal people?”

“Oh, there were definitely people doing that in one of the stalls about an hour ago,” someone says to Dan’s right. The voice, for some reason, sends the hairs up on the back of Dan’s neck.

He turns, wondering when Matt’s voice got so low, only to find that Phil has perched himself on one of the bar stools, the dregs of his cocktail still in a glass in front of him. For a moment, Dan is too stunned at the sight of him to reply. Then, he registers that the lights are on, and cringes, knowing he likely looks frightful. Phil, of course, looks radiant as ever even under the harsh fluorescents, apart from a faint tiredness, visible in the dark circles underneath his eyes.

“You’re still here,” Dan comments. “I thought you guys had gone.”

“Charlie left,” Phil says, looking away from Dan. “Or I assume he did.”

Out of sight, Tyler catches Dan’s eye, making an obscene gesture with his hands before snickering and running off in the direction of the supply closet. Dan just glares after him, pink-cheeked, and turns back to Phil.

“Wait, he left without telling you?”

One of Phil’s shoulders moves towards his neck, then falls. “He does that.”

“Wow that’s… kind of shitty.”

As soon as the words are out, Dan regrets them. He can’t help but think of Charlie’s comment from earlier; it rings in his ears as if the guy had screamed it at him.

Don’t be so transparent. It just comes across as pathetic.

He was right, probably, though Dan had hated hearing it. He should stop being such a suck-up. It must be awkward and cringey for Phil to see Dan so obviously smitten.

Still, Phil throws him a faint smile. “It’s cool. He’s just a flaky guy. A bit of a princess. He grew up rich, so he’s always been a bit superficial. I’m trying to wring the bourgeoisie out of his blue blood.”

Dan snorts with laughter. “In my experience, you can’t filter the dickishness out of people very easily.”

There’s a silence, then. Phil regards him with a faintly curious expression.

“Maybe I’m wrong,” Dan says once the silence gets too uncomfortable. He shrugs, grabbing the rag from his back pocket and starting to wipe down the bar. “I don’t know the guy, really. I’ve just had a couple of unfortunate experiences with him.”

“Oh no,” Phil says, face falling. “What did he do this time?”

Dan laughs, bitterly. “Don’t worry about it. He’s just a little mouthy, is all.”

“Ugh, I’m sorry.”

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

“So, when do you get to leave this place?” Phil asks, playing with his glass. He still hasn’t drunk the remainder of his cocktail. “Or do you sleep here?”

“On weekdays, the bar closes at two, so I get out of here at around two-thirty.”

“Christ,” Phil mutters. “And I thought my job was long hours.”

A laugh bursts out of Dan’s throat, but he covers it as best he can with a cough, turning away. Busying himself with ‘dusting’ some liquor bottles, Dan tries to compose a straight face. Is Phil honestly going to try and argue that his job is difficult? When was the last time that guy ever grabbed a broom, or handled someone’s sticky change?

In a minute, Dan is going to go into the corner of the dance floor, get down on his knees, and clean up some randomer’s come. A few weeks ago he saw Phil swanning about a five-star hotel in Korea. If AmazingPhil’s worst complaint is that he had to have a few questionable outfit choices put on him, and some silvery goo in his hair, then he needs a reality check.

Nevertheless, Dan knows that he can’t say any of this. Not only would he never dream of insulting Phil Lester, but it’s pointless to try and explain the differences between classes to someone in a privileged position. They’ve usually forgotten how to understand.

“Are you close by, at least?” Phil asks, interrupting Dan’s thoughts.

Dan turns back to him. “Kemptown. It’s half an hour’s walk, more or less.”

“You walk?” Phil asks, eyebrows skyrocketing towards his quiff. “At two in the morning?”

“Five in the morning on weekends,” Dan confirms, hiding a smile at Phil’s surprise. “It’s okay, you get used to it. Besides, it’s mostly just drunk idiots chugging cans of cider and threatening to run into the sea. Not too scary.”

Despite Dan’s reassurance, the look of pity and concern on Phil’s face doesn’t subside. After a while, Dan turns from it, feeling awkward. He busies himself with clearing away the last of the empty glasses, yawning into the crook of his elbow. Tonight was rough.

“You should crash at mine,” Phil blurts.

Sure he must have misheard, Dan faces Phil slowly. “Um, what?”

“If you’re exhausted, I mean.” Phil fidgets, fingers tapping against his glass. “Like, on the nights you can’t face walking all the way home, you can totally just sleep on my sofa.”

Speechless, Dan simply stares.

“The couch is pretty comfy,” Phil continues in a ramble, not meeting Dan’s eye. “And my flat is just up the road, literally like a minute away. I’m not saying, y’know, come over every night, ‘cause obviously… that might be an issue, but you can absolutely stay round on, say, Saturday nights when you finish later. That wouldn’t be a problem.”

He’s just being nice. That’s Dan’s only explanation. Phil Lester is a sweetheart of a person, and he got so worried about the hypothetical danger involved in Dan’s walks home, that he offered something big, even though he didn’t really mean it.

Dan is a stranger to him. He needs to decline the polite offer, and let Phil off the hook he accidentally created to string himself up on.

So, Dan forces out a small chuckle, and says: “Oh, no, it’s really fine. Thanks for the offer, that’s really good of you, but I quite like the walk. It’s a nice come down after a busy night.”

Phil nods, chewing his lip. He looks unconvinced. “I’m not just saying it, though.” His voice has dropped to a lower tone. “Like tonight… you’re so tired, I can see it. Just grab some sleep at mine before you head back across town.”

As soon as Phil mentions it, the quilt of his own exhaustion flops around his shoulders, dragging Dan’s bones towards the floor. He tries to picture the stumble back to his crummy flat in Kemptown, loathing each imaginary step.

“You barely know me,” Dan says - one last attempt at refusal.

Sensing he’s won, Phil smiles very slightly, then downs the rest of his cocktail at last. “I don’t know if it’s just me, Dan, but I have this feeling that we’re going to be good friends.”

(Part 4!)

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Tonight Is Our Night

| Commission for @hisoka-kuroi!! Involving our OC’s Isaiah and Leon in some private time~ Keep in mind, they are older in this story! I’m very sorry for the long wait, I hope you all enjoy shitty yaoi writing :D |

「 Word count: 3124 」

「 Warnings: Poorly written NSFW 」

➽ The blonde’s heart was pounding as he knocked nervously against the hard material that made up the front door of his boyfriend’s house. Speaking normally he would not be this nervous, but he had very important- life changing in fact- news to tell his lover. It took quite a bit of time and a lot of thinking but after two wonderful years of dating, he knew that Isaiah would be the one he would spend his whole life with… eternity even. Sure they went through they’re up and downs and… their small relationship pause towards the beginning of the relationship but he was ready to be like him, to be a vampire. Leon knew that Isaiah truly was one the one for him, ever since that night two years ago when they swore their love to each other by taking it all the way and almost every night ever since.

He awaited patiently for the door to open, and when it did the human jumped slightly. Upon seeing the blue hair Leon felt his heart ready to jump out of his chest. Though when his eyes traveled downward he saw the face of who actually opened the door. The one who answered the door was not his blue haired vampire, but another.

“Leon!” She exclaimed happily stepping aside making a clear path for him to come in. “Come in!” She smiled brightly. Smiling back at her, Leon entered slowly looking around at his second home. He saw none of Isaiah’s siblings, on the couch was usually Spencer and Isabella watching TV with their Dad. Isaiah would always be upstairs cleaning his room last minute for Leon’s arrival. “Spencer is at Oliver’s for the night and Isabella is at a Kai’s house, also for the night.” She explained upon seeing the human’s confused expression.

It took a few moments to sink in but when it did Leon became even more confused. He opened his mouth, ready to ask so many questions like; Why did they both left the same night? If they were spending the night at someone else’s house, why was Isaiah not over at the Mukami house? Though before he could say anything he was startled by the loud thumping noise coming upstairs and towards them.

Ayato hopped down the stairs, his expression a mixture of happiness and eagerness. In his hands he held a large backpack that looked like it was stuffed to the brim. His expression changed drastically when his eyes landed upon Leon. His expression was nearly identical to the one a child would make if they were told they can go to the amusement park but they have to go on every ride their younger sibling wants to go on first.

“Don’t make that face love, it’ll be fine!” She reassured her husband taking the bag from his hand and planting a brief kiss upon his lips. Turning back to Leon, she smiled gently again before speaking, “We’re going to a the Demon Realm for the night, it’s been awhile since we’ve been there. I’ve forgotten how pretty it can be!” Again it took a few moments to sink in but when it did Leon blushed madly in sudden realization. The blonde opened his mouth about to ask more questions like; Why leave them alone now when they neither parents have in the past? What will his parents say to this? But alas, he was beat to it. “Don’t worry, your parents know about it we four trust you two to be alone together it has been two years after all… don’t ruin that trust, okay?” She asked quirking an eyebrow.

Nodding quickly, Leon’s blush only deepened to a very dark deep red. Chuckling Yuko walked passed him and through the door. Ayato followed not soon after her, giving Leon a very skeptical look. The door closed quietly and the human stood in the middle of the room trying to calm his heartbeat. Though it only increased when he felt a pair of familiar strong arms wrap around him from behind and pair of soft lips touching his red hot ear and whispering.

“I’ve missed you…” He said gently gently nibbling on his lover’s ear. Moaning very quietly, Leon turned around to face his boyfriend. As he wrapped his arms around Isaiah’s neck Leon remember just how much taller Isaiah is than him. Smiling down at his lover Isaiah’s arms wrapped around Leon’s body, his hands unconsciously moving down to the human’s bottom. Quickly taking off his backpack, Leon cupped the vampire’s cheek before whispering back.

“I missed you too…” He said staring into Isaiah’s emerald eyes. The space between them disappeared as they soon began to share a sweet tender kiss. The vampire’s tongue licked his licked the blonde's lips asking for entry. Leon’s mouth opened allowing Isaiah’s tongue to enter and overpower his own, forcing Leon to breath heavily through his nose. Tangling his fingers in Isaiah’s blue hair Leon began to feel his pants tightening very quickly. Shutting his eye tightly, Leon pulled away breathing heavily through his mouth trying to catch his breath. His face a deep red, a trail of saliva trailing down his chin.

Isaiah’s lustful expression turned into a confused one as he held Leon even closer, planting kisses down his neck. Roughly grinding their lower halves together Isaiah growled deeply into Leon’s neck before sucking harshly on his soft skin ensuring that a mark would be left for the next day. Leon’s mind began going hazy, he couldn’t think straight… though he never really could around Isaiah anyway. Moaning from his lover’s actions Leon tried his best to follow his plan for tonight.

“W-Wait, I wanna g-go upstairs…” He stated shyly trying to pull back from Isaiah even more. Nodding quickly in agreement, Isaiah picked him up bridal style and hastily brought him up to his bedroom. Throwing the blonde onto the bed and shutting the door, Isaiah felt his self control was dwindling dangerously quick. Blushing at his lover’s aggressiveness, Leon held his arms out beckoning Isaiah to him. In a blur Isaiah was atop him showering him in both soft and aggressive kisses. Now a complete blushing and moaning mess, Leon shakily wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck bringing him down and even closer.

Gripping Leon’s soft leg tightly, the vampire perched it upon his hip. Isaiah gazed down upon his moaning blushing lover with a devilish smirk. Continuing for a few more moments, Isaiah still refused to completely satisfy his lover. Instead, he decided to teased him relentlessly until he couldn’t take it anymore. For what seemed like forever, Isaiah merely grinded Leon. It was too much for the human. He needed more, he needed Isaiah. Feeling Isaiah’s hardness grow underneath him as well, Leon attempted to undo his own pants buttons. His vision was becoming blurry, his ears burning hot just like his face. With the combination of Isaiah grinding on him and the moans he just couldn’t contain, it was damn near impossible to take his pants off in this situation.

“Do you need help with that love?” The vampire asked smugly before removing himself from the human. Whimpering softly, Leon watched Isaiah stand from the bed and slowly take his own pants and shirt off. He blushed darkly as he saw his lover now begin taking off his pants. Slowly, Isaiah’s hands began unbuttoning Leon’s pants. To make it even more embarrassing, the vampire made direct eye contact the entire time. Isaiah had never been shameful, he was usually very confident, to a point where it concerned Leon as to what kind of devilish thoughts could be racing around in his beautiful head.

After tossing his lover’s pants aside, the emerald eyed vampire stood up and lifted Leon’s shirt over his arms and off his body. Losing what already little self control he had, Isaiah ripped off Leon’s underwear. Tearing it to shreds as he climbed atop him staring intently at his lover’s bare body. He should’ve already been very much used to this by now, especially considering that Leon had been naked in front of Isaiah countless times. But then why was this time making his heart beat a hundred times faster and harder? Though despite his embarrassment the human didn’t try to cover himself, he didn’t want to. He wanted to share every moment, every memory, everything with Isaiah.

The vampire’s expression softened slightly as he leaned down and connected his lips with Leon’s in a gentle loving kiss. Immediately kissing back Leon wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck pulling him down and pressing their bodies together. Leon shivered slightly from the coldness of Isaiah’s body, but the gentlest touch of Isaiah’s lips warmed his whole body. His blood pumped violently through his body as the vampire slowly began taking off his own underwear, the kiss remaining unbroken. Isaiah gently grasped Leon’s hands, and brought them to his own member. Unconsciously stroking his boyfriend, Leon deepened the kiss.

A few moment passed, though the vampire wasn’t close to coming he was ready to enter. Positioning himself, the vampire slowly and gently slid into Leon. The kiss broke as Leon’s mouth widened with a loud moan erupting from his mouth. Feeling every inch of Isaiah enter his body, stretching his body apart, the human’s eyes rolled back slightly in his skull. No matter how many times they became one like this, he never got used to the wonderful sensation he felt when they connected. Ever since that night two years ago, when they become one for the first time they had both become addicted to this feeling. They needed to experience this sensation at least once a week, otherwise it was just torture to them both.

Though he did not move, Leon felt as if he was on fire. Part of him wanted to just stay like this, for them to be one and enjoy each other’s presence and the feeling of their skin. The other part wanted Isaiah to move as quickly as he could like he did the first time. Though ultimately it was up to the vampire, he was top after all. It was something they both agreed upon when they got together. They never spoke aloud about it but rather, it was a known thing.

Another few moments of panting and stillness, Isaiah looked deep within the human’s eyes as he bent down and rested his head on Leon’s chest. His skin was cool on his bare chest but his breath was heavy and hot. Just as the human was about to tangle his fingers in his lover’s blue hair, the vampire began moving quickly causing the bed they were on to creak slightly with each thrust. Left in slight shock, Leon didn’t respond immediately. His back arched, forehead resting on the bed sheet. Blonde locks obscuring his vision as his body moved every time Isaiah jerked his hips.

“A-Ahhh!” He moaned intensely as he wrapped his legs tightly around his boyfriend’s waist. Every time he pulled out, Leon would bring him back in deepening the thrust and causing it to become even more intense. Tears of happiness stung the human’s blue eyes as his nails gently dug into his boyfriend’s back. His mouth opened, a lusty moan escaped past his lips as he felt a harsh press against his weak sweet spot. With every moment that passed by, Isaiah’s movements became faster and harder. It was almost too much for the human to handle, though when the vampire’s cool hand reached down to wrap his fingers around the human’s member is when he really lost his self control.

“I-ISAIAH!” His nails dragged harshly across the vampire’s back, his eyes shut tightly as he savored the moment. Isaiah’s head lifted to look at his lover, he placed his free arm on one side of his blonde head while his other continued to harshly stroke his boyfriend. Deep growls and groan erupted from the vampire’s chest he felt Leon clamp down on him tightly. He bent down, his low deep moans echoed in the human’s ears as he felt himself becoming undone. Though before he could inform Leon he felt a warm liquid come into contact with his hand. He looked to Leon, his face flushed pure red. His blue half lidded lust filled eyes looked into Isaiah’s emerald with passion and love. A look that always made Isaiah blush uncontrollably, though in this case it made him lose control.

Breaths mingled as their bodies collided against each other’s. It felt hot, it almost burned as Isaiah continued his deep powerful thrusts. Even though he had already came Leon felt himself become hard again to the sounds the of his lover’s moans and the harsh slaps of skin their bodies made whenever Isaiah jerked forward harshly and connected their hips. As much as he loved the gentle touches his boyfriend would give him, he loved his animalistic behaviour as well. The thought of bruises being left on his body or the possibility of not being able to walk turned Leon on so much. Though it was already established that he was a masochist.

With a few more powerful thrusts, Isaiah came. His burning seed deep within Leon’s body caused shivers to run down the blonde’s spine. Soon after he felt himself come again, this time it was a much smaller load but it still felt wonderful nonetheless. A few moments of panting passed, though when Isaiah pulled out the human whimpered slightly as he felt the warm feeling leaving him. Though it was quickly replaced by the feeling of Isaiah’s arms wrapped around his body. The covers were pulled over them as Isaiah turned their bodies onto their sides. Pulling him closer, Isaiah pressed his nose onto Leon’s gently as he looked deeply into his eyes. Blushing slightly, Leon tangled his fingers in Isaiah’s blue hair.

“You know, I never would have guessed but your hair is really soft…” He said quietly scooting closer to his boyfriend. A small gentle smile decorated Isaiah’s features, the same smile that made Leon’s heart melt. Now was a good as time as any to tell the news to Isaiah. He was frightful, though he had no idea what he was scared of. Perhaps the fear of rejection, the fear that Isaiah didn’t want to spend the rest of eternity with a small human like him. Though he felt bad for thinking Isaiah could be so cruel as to reject him, it really was unlikely that he would but there was always dark doubtful thoughts in the back of his mind.

He wasn’t good with words or expressing his feelings, especially when it came to Isaiah. The person who made him lose self control, every time he spoke to or even about Isiah his words would come out an incoherent mess. Though he couldn’t afford to mess up, not now when he was about to finalize a life changing decision. He cupped the vampire’s face gently and kissed him softly for a moment before pulling away to speak in a small confident whisper.

“Sakamaki Robert Isaiah, I love you. With all my heart, I want to spend my whole life with you, but every time I think about how you’ll live on without me or how I’ll grow to be old… it scares me.” Pausing for a moment, he examined his lover’s face. Isaiah’s expression turned into a slightly confused one, though nonetheless he still continued listening closely to his boyfriend’s words. Taking a deep breath, Leon spoke again. This time his voice more firm and louder.

“What I’m trying to say is… I want… to spend as much time as possible with you. Eternity, Isaiah, I wanna be a vampire. Would you wanna spend eternity with me?” His heart pumped loudly against his chest as he awaited for Isaiah’s response. Though he wasn’t expecting the vampire to react the way he did. He was pulled a tight, deathly hug. A shower a kisses were placed all over his body, wherever Isaiah’s mouth could reach.

“Of course I would! I feel the same, Leon. I love you, let’s spend eternity together…” He said softly, looking into Leon’s eyes. The human couldn’t contain a bright smile, his eyes tearing up again with happiness. A small kiss was placed on his lips before Isaiah reached across Leon’s body, to the floor. He grabbed his own pants and brought them up onto the bed. Reaching into the back pocket he pulled out something small, though the human wasn’t able to see it or decipher what it could possibly be. The vampire gathered the human’s small hands together in his large one and kissed them while he held onto the small object in his other hand tightly. He closed his emerald eyes briefly before he opened them to look into Leon’s sapphire orbs sincerely.

“Leon…” His voice soft and smooth like silk, it made Leon blush immensely. “I love you so so much… I think about you everyday, every moment you’re always on my mind. Every second we’re apart is like torture, but now that we’ll be spending eternity together I won’t have to worry about it anymore.” Leon listened closely and enjoyed every word, though he couldn’t help but wonder why he was making this small speech. Though it all became clear when Isaiah opened his hand, revealing the small shiny object it held.

“I know this probably isn’t necessary, but since we’ll be spending our lives together I figured this would make sense… though I couldn’t find the right time to ask you this…” Slowly sliding a small ring onto Leon’s finger, he kissed it softly. Leon could feel the tears running down his face, though they were quickly wiped away by Isaiah’s thumb. “We don’t need to have anything special, you don’t even have to wear it but I want to ask you anyway… Mukami Leon, would you make me even happier… and marry me?” As quickly as the words left his mouth, Leon wrapped his arms around Isaiah’s neck pulling him into a tight hug. The tears now pouring out as he yelled with glee and pure joy.

“Yes! Yes! Of course!” Feeling his own eyes sting with tears, Isaiah pressed his lips to Leon’s a deep passionate kiss. The tears never stopped as Leon kissed back in utter happiness, his hands gripping Isaiah’s face lovingly. Everything else seemed to disappear as they melted in each other’s embrace. At that moment, neither of them were concerned about the possible disapproval they would receive. The only that mattered at that moment, and every moment from now on, was each other and only each other.

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