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romanoffsbish · 11 months

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Mom, Dad, I’m…

Wanda Maximoff x R

Blackhill ; Bishova ; Stony ; BuckySam

Happy Pride Angels, 🌈❤️

Warnings: Attempts at Humor. Heteros.

"Detka, can you go get some tomatoes from the garden? Steve already ate all of the freaking salsa," Wanda grumbled dramatically, falling into your arms as you were mid conversation with Natasha and Maria about their work.

"He probably intended to bottom tonight," Natasha remarks with a shit stirring grin, you cackled in solidarity, but the both of you stopped when your wives stood shoulder to shoulder with a menacing tilt to their heads.

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"Welp, those tomatoes aren't gonna pick themselves," you noted before running off, you avoided looking back, afraid to see Natasha's stony glare as you abandoned her with them.

Every man for themselves a mantra you live by, well, only when it comes to angry spouses. As an Avenger you were as selfless as the rest, but now you got to be more selfish in retirement.

Natasha, unfortunately, was your victim.

When you entered the massive greenhouse you took a second to admire your wives handiwork. The brunette had a knack for gardening, a green thumb if you will. The greenhouse was her go to place to find her zen after a day of dealing with you, Billy, Tommy, and Ella.

The witch loved you all, her beautiful family, but some days the lot of you made her feel a tad bit homicidal. On those days she gardened.

It wasn't hard to find the tomatoes, they were ripe and ready on a set of entangled vines. But before you could bring it to her, you were too enamored by the conversation your kids were having in their little cove behind the garden.

"I can't do it," Tommy groaned. "Yeah they just won't understand," Morgan Stark agreed with him, and you leaned in to hopefully garner more context for their troubled minds.

"At least Uncle Tony is bi," Raina Belova countered, "He'll be more understanding."

"Have you met our dad?" Anthony, the only Jr present, said in an incredulous manner. "He even claims Fido is gay, he's totally unhinged."

You had to put a hand over your mouth, the amusement you were experiencing was unreal.

"Couldn't be us," Elena teased, "I'm gay as hell, and Bryce here is both queer and nonbinary."

Oh goodness... Never in your days did you expect your kids to keep secrets from you, but for it to be such a silly one it honestly made you want to interrupt the conversation at hand.

To remind them that no matter what, you'd all continue to love them, but it was too funny.

"Mama is going to be mad," Celeste Belova added, "She always said being gay is the way."

"I thought she was ace?" Billy inquired. "She is, but that doesn't make her any less gay."

After the conversation moved on to who they were crushing on you snuck back to the party. The overall consensus being that every last one of your collective brood, besides your youngest, Ella, who was only five, and Natasha and Maria's powerful duo, said they're straight.

"Where have you been?" You ignored your wife, handing her the basket of ingredients while calling all of your friends to the dining room. Tony whined, "What is so important?"

"You guys will not believe what I just heard..."

Wanda rolled her eyes as you spun your tale, she chopped up the tomatoes, jalapeños and onions as you enamored the group of friends.

"Thank God we're safe," Maria teased, turning to her wife with a genuinely relieved smile. "Right? Can you imagine having to attend two straight weddings? And pretend to like it?"

"Oh jeez," you gasped, "I didn't think of that."

Wanda tossed the ingredients into a bowl as the lot of you bantered back and forth, her patience already running thin with you all.

"Y/N, this joke isn't funny." Yelena shook her head in defiance when you reminded her that this wasn't a joke. "You don't know what you are talking about. Must be hearing loss..."

Kate put a hand on her wife's shoulder, "It's true Lena, they've both told me already."

"You traitor!" Yelena ripped her arm away as if the raven haired woman had burned her skin.

You now worried that you'd inspired divorces.

"No," Tony gasped, shaking his head in fear as the unexpected reality set in. "You're lying, you have to be. No son of mine is straight!"

"Honey," Steve called out for him, "It'll be okay, we always knew it would be a possibility."

"It most certainly is not okay," he grimaced, then in a flash he was outside, calling for your children to gather around the hibachi station.

"Where's the fire pops?" Morgan jests, but quickly zips her lips as she sees her dad looking as if he was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Tell me Y/N's lying," he pleads, "That you're not straight, my fragile ticker can't take this."

"Tony!" Steve shrieked, "Don't use an old ailment to guilt the kids into being gay..."

"Stay out of this babe!" He growled, "As far as I am concerned they're gay. Y/N's a liar."

"Am not!" You gasped, "They're all heteros."

"Not us!" Bryce interjected. "We're queer."

"That's our precious babies," Natasha coo'd, arms opened wide for her kids to run into, and the both of their teens instantly ran at her.

Bucky and Sam had entered your backyard just as the revelation took place. You all watched as they took three steps back, baby carrier in hand as they looked to your kids as if they were all diseased. "We're just being cautious."

You snorted softly, "We understand fellas."

Wanda glared at you, but you remained unfazed for now. Too busy finding the dramatics entertaining to see the horror. Wanda saw it though, she looked out to see all of the kids wearing terrified expressions. She was about to console them, but then a fight broke out beside you, and you had to laugh.

"This is all your fault Kate Belova!" Yelena shrieked, "It was all of that organic mac and cheese you fed them when I was on missions!"

"Mac and cheese being healthy doesn't make a child straight," Kate shrieked back, hands running down her face as she realized her plans for a peaceful barbecue ended with this.

"If it had been orange they might have been more connected to the rainbow Kate!" Yelena went on, "It's like our gay power source."

"Well, with Wanda's garden the kids eat the entire rainbow and look at them, straight."

Yelena found your assistance unwelcome, "Keep out of this Y/N Maximoff. Your kids aren't all old enough to say yet, you still have a chance! Mine are all done... Stupid preteens"

"Well, that's not exactly true," you reasoned, "None of you have been to college yet, that's when you'll really know if you're gay or not."

Natasha, Yelena and Tony all nodded, they found your reasoning the most logical. It was a lot easier than accepting they're all straight.

"Okay, that's enough!" Wanda interjected, her tone terrifying, "Look at what you're doing to them. They can't help it if they're straight."

"I wanna be gay like mama," Ella murmured, clearly she just wanted to fit in with the crowd, and therefore you praised her, "Smart girl."

Wanda entered your mind with a warning, she smirked as you lifted Ella onto your hip, then you fell into unexpected silence by her side.

"Haha, you're like so whipped, "Yelena cackled.

Wanda glared at her. "You don't scare me wiggly woo, my kids being straight is enough."

"Yelena," Kate sighed, "Knock it off, and try telling the girls that you love them."

"Of course I love them," she rushed out angrily, "That's not even a question, they're moy deti."

(My babies)

Celeste and Raina ran into the blondes side, their tears of relief soaked into her shirt, and made her see they were genuinely scared this would lose them her love. "Shh, mama loves you always, even if you make dumb choices."

Tony and Steve were in a standoff of sorts, the billionaire sipped on his margarita slowly as they appeared to be having a conversation with only their eyes. Tony rolled his, but after a moment of incoherent grumbling he nodded. Morgan and Tony Jr. approached their dads after being called forward, Steve embraced them first, and wholly. Tony gave them both side hugs, and whispered that he just needed time to cope, but he loved them regardless.

Then you heard him brush by with his son, begging him to take it back, only to find out his son was in a long term relationship with a girl. That study buddy of his was so much more...

Like father, like son you suppose.

You looked out to see your boys stood side by side, Billy gripped Tommy's hand for dear life. Wanda was about to call them over, but you beat her to it as guilt overwhelmed your heart. The boys scurried over, and Wanda sent you an adoring smile as you kissed the both of their heads, and hugged them tight. "I love you," falling from all of your lips in succession.

After everyone had time to process the news, the vibe returned to one of relaxation. Wanda set up the grill for Sam, and the master chef himself began to put on a show for everyone.

Once the plates were served you all moved to the fire pit, where you talked about all you'd missed in each other's life while the younger kids sat in front of the projector playing Up.

Then, as the sun officially fell, everyone began to clear out. Saying their goodbyes at the front door, where you hugged each kid, an apology of sorts on your lip for the drama you stirred. Each one forgave you, some even thanked you for finally getting the conversation over with.

When everyone was officially gone you moved back outside to clean up. Tommy helped you, while Billy helped clean the kitchen so that Wanda could focus on Ella's bath, and bedtime.

It was an entire hours worth of work, you were beyond exhausted as you fell into the mattress. You nearly passed out without your wife, but soon enough Wanda slipped into the bed. She wore a thoughtful expression, weighing out whether to disturb you or not, but she soon reasoned you'd appreciate her words, "Detka..."

"Yes baby?" You rolled onto your side, using your elbow to prop yourself up so you could look down at her. She looked to you with a warm smile, then she was yawning, "Don't worry." She paused to pull you into her arms before whispering in your ear: "Billy was not being honest. We do indeed have a gay son."

You laughed so hard tears streamed down your face and pooled in the crook of your equally as amused wife's neck. That was the last thing you expected to hear from her, if anything you had anticipated a continuation of her scolding.

"I'll scold you more tomorrow," she teased, "But for now, we should get some sleep."

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stupiroo · 11 days

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God of the Void if he was designed by a gay wom-

#roblox #roblox fanart #super paper roblox #spr #paper roblox #tess arract #1x1x1x1 #god of the void #hacker #fan design #redesign #stupi arts

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rkivepetals · 9 months

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* ˚ ✦ Part one * ˚ ✦

Masterist

Jjk x reader

Warnings: none

Greek mythology, fantasy au, comical, romance.

Word count: 2k

Inspired by atlantaes on Wattpad

* ˚ ✦ Worst things manage to occur to you everytime you get tipsy in your life. Like the first time, you lost your ninety dollar engagement ring of your high school boyfriend who left you after that, and no, you didn’t return the money of the ring nor you found the ring. And the time when you got drunk and had a lesbian sex with a gay woman. Next morning they threw you out when you told that you’re not even gay at the first place, and that you thought they were your ex because of their dark blue hair. They were pretty serious about the sex. And the last time, when you woke up to get filled up with shit like you’ve sold yourself to a Greek god blah blah blah. * ˚ ✦

Your eyes jerked awake with sunlight peering at you as your head still whirling with all the alcohol you had last night. Still in your rainbow sequin dress, you sat up and took the glass of water from the bedside table. Sipping it down, when your eyes halt at a particular contract scribbly signed by you. You take that in your hands and read it carefully.

And thereby, you coordinate to sell your soul to Jungkook, the third son of Aphrodite and the demigod of love and desire. He takes the grasp of your soul and body. Uses you, helps you, and be with you for the rest of your mortal life.

“Mortal!!” An unfamiliar voice screams in your house.

The burning smell enters your nostrils as you stroll down the kitchen to see a unclothed man with a burnt bread on the frying pan of yours, horrified he was. His big doe eyes are perfectly round, his skin smoother than any flirt line you’ve ever pulled. His chest on display, eight packs screaming hot. His long mullet hair covering his nape.

The son of Aphrodite. Yep, you entirely acknowledge the fucking contract. “I suppose I’m still drunk, you go away when I wake up again, mate” you said to him, your dark brown styled hair for last night was everywhere in the air. You turned towards your room, “no!” He shouted again as you grumbled. Turning around you saw—“why the fuck are you naked?! Ugh” you closed your eyes as he looked down.

“You mortals have sparkly skins, but we gods are straightforward and raw at skins.” He scoffs and places his both hands on his torso, “oh my god cover yourself!” You throw your bathrobe at him as he takes it and smells it, “uh..why kind of grotesque smell is this?” He threw your robe as you gasped, “how dare you?! It's the most expensive body butter I've ever owned!”

You hollered back at his not-so-understanding behaviour. “What is body butter? Something you use after sex?” he asks as you just stand there frozen. “Get lost” was the only way you could speak. “Nuh uh mortal woman, I'm never lost. I always find my way” he shrugs with a proud smile on his lips. Since he's the demigod you read, you were also Greek mythology hoe in your seventh grade. “May Poseidon drown you in the pacific!”

He just laughs in response, “that blue whale can't do anything to me because he slept with my mother” after his words, a dreadful silence surrounds the kitchen. You merely go to your room, bring out ‘freshly’ washed towels and give it to him, as you were near him, you smelled his bright, flowery and lusty fragrance. He smelled like roses crushed. Tempting and addictive.

“Cover your body” you simply said and go to the washroom, hoping he's just one of your mental illusions and will evaporate after you come out, cleaned and ready to binge your favourite show. You were washing your face when you heard a scream again, “Mortal! Where are you!? There's a demon in here!” he screeches at your face, stomping. You cried out and cleaned your face. “Huh? Trust me I saw a demon here with white foam on his complexion!”

You sighed, and then you realised you're unclothed as well. Your eyes turned saucer, “nice breasts, I like females with heavy breasts. Last time I slept with a woman who didn't even have a specialty called curves” he scoffs. You threw a shampoo bottle at him as he stumbled outside of the bathroom. You quickly put on your peach pink pyjama set and come out. He was covered gladly.

“Now”, you made him sit on your chair. “Do not move. Or I'm calling the cops. And explain your point of view before I throw you out” you said and stood across the kitchen. “First of all, they're called corpse, not caps. And, you belong to me, you forgot? I'm the demigod and the most wanted womanizer of the olympian. The third child and son of Aphrodite, the goddess of love, beauty, desire and pleasure.”

Hands in the air as he explained his title with a proud face. Not even an inch of expression nor idolizing of him on your face, very much to his dismay. “I asked why are you here, lusty bitch” you grit your teeth as he gasped. “How dare your little mortal mouth say that to me?! I may be the demigod of lust, but I do not belong to Hecate at all!” you squish your face In your hands.

“Okay, the demigod of love, would you mind explaining to me why your fine ass is here?” you asked as politely as possible at the moment. “It ain't fine. It's very thick—”okay! The thickest ass I've ever seen now clarifies to me!” you screamed, losing your toleration. He clears his throat, “i..ran away from Olympus” he says as you stare at him suspecting.

“You’re lying” he groans, “okay! Mom tossed me out!” he whines like a child. You sighed, “and why did she do that?” you inquire further, “because I'm untried. And she feels that I need to know more about my powers to be in Olympus. As if she doesn't sleep around forgetting about me” he scoffed. You sighed, “Okay, now you can leave”

You point at your exit, “uh…i cannot. It's a curse for a thousand years. I cannot return to Olympus before a thousand mortal years pass by.” You slammed your face against the kitchen counter. You just recognised the flowerish symbol on his back. “And?” You asked, rubbing your nose. “I need to stay here. Also, the contract actually was done by the mother itself. So I’m in your supervision, mortal.”

Your pov

I want to cry. Like smack his face so hard. What kind of bullshit I’m stuck in. “You cannot!” I yelled as he chuckled, arrogance lacing. “I can. And you”, he points his finger at me “belong to me now. And you signed on that contract, remember?” He asked, pointing at himself. “But I was drunk. So we do not count on it, understand? Now, go away, shoo” I smiled sarcastically at him.

My phone rings loud, making him flinch on his seat. “What in the world of Eris is this oh my!? The worst song I’ve ever listened to in my immortal life. Mother would disown me if I sang this for her” he huffed as I picked up my call. “Hello, tae” I talked to my best friend. “Yo, you were drunk as fuck last night. Thankfully I and siyeon carried you to your house.”

I sighed, “yeah, thanks,” I said, “By the way, I know you will be lazy and binge-watching Netflix, but if you want, me and a couple of my friends are going to the newest amusement park, wanna come?” he asked as I looked at Jungkook who was looking at my toaster, glaring at the poor machine. “Nah, I'm good. You enjoy” I say as he agrees and hangs up.

“Now, I want to know your name, mortal. Better worth your figurine” he says as I roll my eyes, “it's y/n. And stop making comments on my body, pervert” he scoffs, “demi goddesses die for these praises, mortal” I take my car keys and wear my coat. “You stay here, jungkook. I will come back with your clothes. Don't fool around” he shrugs as I close my main door and go to my parents' house to borrow my brother’s clothes.

When i returned, the said demigod was asleep on my couch. I sighed in relief then shifted my gaze to the kitchen. I will kill him. Ughhh! The whole kitchen was a mess, my fridge opened, I knew he tried to use my blender because several liquids spilled, and my utensils were everywhere except their places. And the whole afternoon, the demigod was asleep comfortably on my couch and I wasted my Sunday cleaning my house.

At almost seven, he woke up from his deep sleep. For a couple of minutes, I was scared that he died because he didn't make any movements whatsoever. But he was breathing gladly. “Good the fuck morning” I muttered while I arrange the groceries I brought in the morning. “Good morning!” he always smiled, his gums on display with his pearly teeth.

Veins jerked or popped whenever he used a muscle. I take the clothes and toss them to him, “go wear them” I simply said, averting my gaze from his almost falling towel. “You..need someone,” he says as I jolt my head towards him. “What?!” he smirks. “You’re horny right now, mortal. I can work for you or..you have fingers but it's a disgrace to use them when you have the son of aphrodite in front of you”

The amount of confidence he used to said that to me, “I will smash a vodka bottle on your face You son of a seductress!” I yelled while I take my fluffy pink slipper in my hand and ran after him as his smirk falls and he take the clothes to lock himself in the bathroom. I calmed myself down, “he's a man whore.”

After what felt like a solid ten minutes, he opened the door, “is this okay, mortal?” I nod my head, hobi’s clothes were tight on Jungkook because of his broad chest and mascular figure, but At least he’s covered now. “Thanks, y/n'' he says with a lip sealing smile. Damn, he’s handsome as fuck. I nod my head. do not get flustered, he’ll be ten times more egoistic after this! My voice screamed at me.

“Are you flustered?” Fuck fuck fuck. I shake my head and walk off to my bedroom, “solve yourself, no body is flustered” I mutter and take my phone to order something for us. “But I'm the demigod of love, beauty and desire. I clearly saw that” my pupils shift from my phone screen, thinking hard. Is that why Aphrodite left his son for a mortal woman like me? To test his powers at me?

I cleared my throat, “you need to work hard on your powers, demigod. Now, can you eat spicy food?” About twenty minutes later, we received our food from a Chinese takeout as I served them in dishes. I'm so ready for a binge night with my comfort food and a…specific demigod. The food was so hot, so until it gets cold I go to the bathroom to apply my favourite body butter because no way I have plans to get up after I start eating on my bed.

The said demigod was busy with my phone, he found that very interesting and explored everything in it. He's just like a child. I chuckled at his thoughts and applied more on my legs and thighs. When I exited the bathroom I heard grunts as I quickly followed them to my front door. “This is my girlfriend’s house” my ex-boyfriend gritted his teeth at jungkook. “She belongs to me, you piece of jyestha’s shit” I haven't experienced a worse Sunday than this.

To be continued…

#bts #bts fanfction #bts fantasy au #bts fluff #bts jungkook #jhope #jimin #yoongi #taehyung #seokjin #bts fic #bts fanfic #Jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #greek mythology #jungkook smut

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mincedpeaches · 1 month

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this is my grimmons "destiel is canon in spanish" and "good omens season 2" all at once. spanish destiel because of its tenuous connection to the original canon and the conflict of the writers' visions. gomens s2 because that shit is FANFICTION. like i've READ that. they even both have the gay(bi) wom(e)n voice of reason.

and my god. I would have eaten that shit up. Mr Weight. we would have owed you EVERYTHING.

#rvb blogging #mincedthoughts

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helplesslypurple77 · 7 months

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Pairing: Fyodor x Atsushi x Dazai

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: Smut, Aphrodisiacs, fully grown men playing rock paper scissors, fanfic logic

Summary: “...been betrayed.” Dazai is speaking, and if Yosano squints at the screen she can just make out his finger, dancing around Tiger Atsushi’s large paws. The other figure responds. “Keep your kitty in control, Dazai.” That smooth russian accent is unmistakable. “Shut up.” Dazai dodges an especially close strike, sounding unusually perturbed.

Notes: Dazai is totally dead this time guys. but they might pull some time travel erase shit like 'when the page is destroyed/burned/rewritten, it goes back to how it was before..'

or dazai is dead. forever this time

anyway enjoy your gay smut

His arms ached.

His legs ached.

Sweat was running down the back of his neck, soaking his white shirt. And still, she wasn't done. Yosano grabbed his hand, the one not currently carrying five shopping bags full of clothes and other less pleasant things, and dragged him towards another shop with a shout of excitement.

After the last time, Atsushi should have learned his lesson. He had already been tricked into going shopping with Yosano before, but apparently he was an easy target. All it took was Ranpo’s grinning face as he had handed him a few bills, and shamefully, Atsushi had jumped at the chance to earn extra cash. He had thought that since the Armed Detective Agency were currently labeled as terrorists, maybe Yosano would cut down on her shopping.

But oh how wrong he had been. Three hours and she still wasn't done. Three hours of cruel and unusual torture, three hours of the hot sun frying him to a crisp. But at least Yosano was happy.

She had been worryingly sad the last few days, and Atsushi had been worried. But at least now she was smiling, even though it had cost him a good few hours of his life. Yosano, no the whole Detective Agency, were very important to him. So he endured as Yosano dragged him to yet another clothing store. He comes to a stop, digging his feet into the ground as she tries to drag him inside. His hand slipped from her tight grip.

“You go in without me, Yosano.” She turned, confusion written across her face. “You sure Atsushi? We’re still wanted criminals, you know.” He nods, trying his best to reassure her. “I'll be alright.”

She gives him one last up and down of concern, before nodding and disappearing though the double doors and into the store.

Atsushi lets out a breath, setting down the many shopping bags and leaning against the side of the building with a sigh of relief. He raises a hand, doing his best to block the sun and closes his eyes. After squinting in the bright sunlight for hours the cool darkness feels good, and he lets his mind wander to the unanswered question that had been niggling at his mind for days now.

Where the hell was Dazai.

The last any of them had heard of him, he had proudly proclaimed he was going to ‘find new and exciting ways to kill himself,’ and then, he had simply vanished. Atsushi hoped that he hadn't actually killed himself. He would miss his mentor dearly, and besides they needed him for this whole Decay of Angels fiasco.

And another question, why was Fyodor, one of the most important members of the Decay of Angels, almost suspiciously absent.

Fyodor was such a strange man, Atsushi mused to himself. With his pale skin and dark hair, he reminded Atsushi distinctly of a vampire, or a handsome ghost. He looked so foreign, and that smooth russian accent of his only helped him stand out.

He reminded Atsushi of his suicide obsessed mentor, but also disticly not. If he could put a finger on it, Fyodor had a dangerous type of sex appeal that Dazai had lost, at least to him. Dazai was handsome of course, but his usual dumb antics have had the result of dampening his raw sex appeal. Atsushi shook his head. He admired both the men, of course only in a strictly platonic light.

They were both so handsome, they probably had no trouble getting whatever women they wanted. Now Atsushi was not ugly, it wasn't that. In fact he was actually quite good looking. It was that he lacked a certain smooth quality the other two had. Maybe it was age, maybe experience, or maybe it was simply confidence, but they exuded a sexy aura that made even him feel warm.

He was sure that if even he, a straight(at least he assumed so) man felt it the ladies must be tripping over their feet.

But then again, Dazai was always being rejected. Although Atsushi had a feeling that was more to do with the fact he was always aksing pretty ladies for double suicide, and not anything to do with his looks or attitude. He couldn't speak to Fyodor's flirting habits, but Atsushi had a feeling he believed himself above such things.

And they were both so powerful too. He had heard from Yosano that women were attracted to power. Maybe if he asked the two of them for some tips, he could control his tiger and maybe finally get a girlfriend.

Atsushi smiled, a goal settling in his mind, but his smile dropped as the potential loopholes accrued to him. He wasn't sure if Fyodor would just sit and chat with him. He sighed, oh well, he could at least ask Dazai.

But a thought, a dangerous scary thought was wiggling its way through the back of his mind, spreading like a poison through his brain until he banished it with a shake of his head. Atsushi didn't really want a girlfriend, not right now anyway. It was simply a plausible excuse for the strange feelings that welled up inside him. Feelings he was not used to. He was only curious about the qualities these men possessed, not curious about any other types of things.

Atsushi opened his eyes, squinting into the bright sun. Suddenly he felt even warmer than before. He tried his best to become one with the cool wall he was standing against, pressing every inch of his back against the cool surface and silently begging Yosano to hurry up already. That woman could shop for hours.

A colorful ice cream stand caught his attention, and he hurried over towards its stripped awnings. The smiling man inside the stall smiled at him, as Atsushi ordered his ice cream.

“900¥”

Atsushi reaches into his pocket and hands the man his money, pocketing the change and taking a bite of the sweet dessert. The coolness rushes down his throat, settling in his stomach and instantly cooling him. He siles, thinking of their resident sweet lovers. Ranpo and Kyoka would love this, he thinks, although Kyoka preferred crepes. He would have to take them. He settles on a bench nearby, piling Yosano’s shopping bags next to him.

Suddenly, a sharp pain in his neck startles him, and he shoots a hand up. His fingers come in contact with the smooth surface of something lodged in his neck and with a wince he pulls it out. A dart. Atsushi looks around, desperately searching for the culprit. But his vision wavers and his ice cream falls to the ground. Atsushi slumps over, and as his consciousness fades, he sees a pair of boots nearing him, before his eyes close and he slips forcefully into unconsciousness.

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People were talking around him. The murmurs penetrated his brain, still a bit too foggy to quite make them out. He tried to shake his head, straining his ears to hear them better but was stopped by something holding him in place. Restraints. Holding his arms, holding his legs, and a snug blindfold over his eyes. A gag secured around his mouth. He tries to struggle, desperately calling for his tiger, but for some reason, his tiger is just out of reach. The voices grow louder, and Atsushi is able to pick out a few words.

“...a good idea…” “...use a shot of Iracibisex Testosterone…” “...unintended consequences…”

The murmuring stops, and footsteps near him. Boots clacking on the floor. Someone leans down, and then he's moving. A door opens and slams, and Atsushi feels a prick of something in his neck again. Someone laughs, a man.

“Enjoy weretiger. The last piece of my puzzle.” The voice sounds familiar, but he just can't place it.

Hands come near his neck, and then something clicks, and his tiger roars to full force inside of him. Roaring loudly and demanding for blood. Atsushi feels his mind slipping away, but this time not with unconsciousness. No, it feels more like he is losing control of his tiger. It's a scary feeling, that loss of control, and as the tiger rips through his bindings, the blindfold falling to the floor, he takes one look at the scenery before he slips away again. It's white, everything is white, and the last thing he sees are two men, standing by the wall. Two very familiar men. Two men he had been thinking about just before this whole mess had started. Dazai and Fyodor, looks of confusion painted across their faces. Atsushi has the stray thought that he hopes the tiger doesn't hurt them, before he slips away entirely, at the mercy of his tiger.

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The moment Yosano see’s the shopping bags, abandoned on the bench, and the mentling ice cream running along the ground she takes off running. Panic flows through her veins, propelling her feet as she dashes madly though the city streets, shopping bags hanging from her arms, and throws open the door to Port Mafia headquarters. People stare as she dashes madly through the halls, and all the way upstairs before crashing through the dreaded doors to Mori’s office.

“Atsushi’s gone.”

She's panting, out of breath and sweaty, and it takes her a good minute to notice how many people are looking at her.

At the head of the room, sitting behind the desk is Fukuzawa, looking somewhere between confused, annoyed, and panicked. Mori is behind the desk, begging Elise to wear a red dress. Yosano drops her shopping bags, and sinks heavily onto the sofa. Ranpo grins at her from his perch atop of Mori’s large desk, and speaks around a large pink lollipop.

“Mghe mkngm.”

Kunikida shakes his head, looking as weary as ever from his position next to the desk. “What Ranpo ment is that we already know. Take a look at this.”

He gestures at a large video screen. It seems to be a live video feed, from a security camera or something. The audio is just static now, but she can make out faint voices through it. Yosano moves closer, squinting as the video shakes, then comes into focus, the audio stabilizing.

The familiar sound of a roaring tiger fills the room, and Yosano frowns.

“That’s Atusushi. What’s going on here.” Kunikida shakes his shoulders. “We know as little as you. Mori received this monitor, with instructions telling him to call us and set it up.” Mori nods, still trying to force Elise to wear the damn dress. “We're in the process of figuring out where he is.”

Ranpo hops on the desk, still chewing on that lollipop, and grins. “He’s in Meursault.”

Dead silence fills the room.

“Ranpo, what are you talking about?” It's the president, a small furrow between his eyes. Mori has also stopped playing with Elise, and turns his full attention to Ranpo.

“It's kinda obvious.” Ranpo shakes his head, pulling out the now empty lollipop stick, and gesturing wildly. “Just turn up the volume, you’ll see.” Kunikida does the honors, and Yosano nods in understanding as two familiar voices fill the air.

“...been betrayed.” Dazai is speaking, and if Yosano squints at the screen she can just make out his finger, dancing around Tiger Atsushi’s large paws. The other figure responds.

“Keep your kitty in control, Dazai.” That smooth russian accent is unmistakable.

“Shut up.” Dazai dodges an especially close strike, his voice sounding unusually perturbed.

“Oh, not your kitty? Can I have him then?” Fyodor dodges as Dazai throws something at him, a book. “Anyway, why don't you use your little ability? What was it…no longer mormon?”

Dazai speaks through gritted teeth. “You know I can't, I'm wearing the same Gifted Blocking Collar as you.”

Fyodor chuckles. “It's for the benefit of our audience, of course.”

Yosano turns to the others, but Kunikida shushes her, gesturing at the monitor. Dazai is speaking again, somehow not out of breath at all, even as he dodges a wild tiger and has a whole conversation.

“You really have been betrayed, demon Fyodor.”

Fyodor chuckles, and Yosano shivers as his voice takes a dark turn. “I suppose I have. Tell me Dazai, it's only fair that I betray in return, don't you agree?”

Dazai chuckles darkly. “How astute of you, however…” He narrowly dodges an angry kitten claw, yanking Fyodor backwards into the corner. Atsushi tiger growls threateningly, and advances towards him. “Let’s have this discussion of loyalties…after we handle Atsushi.”

Tiger Atsushi’s roar bounces off the walls, and even through the sub par audio system it rings in Yosano's ears. She can only imagine how loud it must be inside the actual room. As the ringing in her ears fades, she hears Fyodor speaking again.

“Unfortunately, we are unable to make use of your little power, Dazai.” Atsushi pounces, and both men narrowly dodge his claws, landing lightly across the room. In a different circumstance Yosano would have to admire them, if only for their unbothered expressions.

“It seems he has been drugged.” Fyodor said, flipping through a book, even as the tiger advances on them. “Probably an aggresent of some kind. He has most likely lost all control.”

They dodge again as Dazai responds. “So we need to calm him down.” He aims a sarcastic smile Fyodor's way. “So, got any ideas in that book of yours?”

“He’s your kitten Dazai, surely you know better than I.”

Dazai grimaces again. “Stop fucking with me Dostoevsky.” Fyodor raises his hands, smirking. “I am doing none of this ‘fucking’, not now and most definitly not with you.” Yosano has to choke back a laugh at that one. Dazai looks perturbed. Kunikida glares at her.

“Ha, very funny Demon Fyodor. But while you were having your witty little puns…i came up with a solution to calm our angry kitty.”

“Oh yes?”

Dazai smirks, and Yosano hears that familiar confident quality return to his voice as he speaks. “Pet him.” It's at this part, when she hears the absolutely ridiculous things that are spewing out of Dazai’s mouth, that she just has to interrupt. She opens her mouth, all ready to say something but it’s Kunikida who interrupts instead.

“Pet him! Is he insane? How the hELL WOULD THAT EVEN—”

Kunikida is promptly shut up by Ranpo’s hand, and Yosano helps him as he drags Kunikida over to the couch, selting him down with a pat on the shoulder and a glass of water. And when that outburst is stopped, when everyone turns their attention back upon the screen, they watch with abject shock and fascination as the formerly fearsome giant tiger lays on his stomach, purring loudly as both Dazai and Fyodor stroke its fur. And sure enough, the familiar light surrounds Atsushi as he reverts back to his normal form, his bare body shivering on the cold floor, his eyes closed. His tail and ears are still present however, and they flick gently in his sleep. Dazai smirks as he watches Fyodor's hands, still stroking Atsushi’s ears.

“Furry.”

Fyodor's head shoots up. “What?”

“Nothing. Rock paper scissors, loser has to donate clothes to our poor shivering kitten.” Yosano watches in awe as two grown ass men play rock paper scissors, glaring at each other all the way. Fyodor scoffs and pulls off his shirt, slipping it over Atsushi’s body as Dazai gloats in the corner.

Yosano watches as he reverts back to the dumb, boring Dazai she knows. All through this conversation Dazai has been acting very unnervingly. He has shown emotions he usually doesn't show. Emotions like jealousy, anger, and annoyance. It unnerves her. She suspects that it might have something to do with Dostoyevsky. Something about that man just draws out all of Dazai’s more negative emotions, and, Yosano smirks to herself, it might have something to do with the tiger boy currently draped in Fyodor's shirt, lying on the floor. Yosano chuckles to herself. This is going to be very entertaining.

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Atsushi’s head hurts. A headache pounds behind his temples, it hurts. The light hurts. There are hands on his head, playing with his hair, running their hands over his ears. And there’s voices, loud grating voices. “At-su-shiii~” His head pounds, and a spot on his neck stings a little. “Dazai, you are annoying.”

Two voices to be specific. Two very familiar voices.

“At-su-shiii~”

Atsushi’s eyes shoot open, catching on the two men beside him. Dazai’s annoying grin is expected, but the sight he isn't expecting in the least is a shirtless Fyodor, his skin pale and unblemished, sitting right next to him, stroking his ears. Atsushi feels the blush spread across his face and he shoots up into a sitting position, his face steaming. “What’s going on? Wait where am i? Wha-wha-what am I wearing?”

Atsushi knows his face must look like a tomato, as he yanks at the hem of the shirt, trying to make it a little longer. It's a little longer than mid thigh, and he defeatedly siks back to the ground, pulling the shirt over his knees. Dazai smirks.

“Aw don't do that Atsushi, you look so cute.” Atsushi doesn't think it's possible for him to turn more red, but he just keeps defying expectations. “Very funny Dazai.” He says, doing his best to control his voice. He's a little proud of how normal he sounds.

“You are wearing my shirt.” Fyodor, who is still sitting next to Atsushi, and still very shirtless, smirks as Atsushi turns to him. “

“Well Atsushi, do you remember anything?” Dazai’s voice has dropped his usual teasing tone, and Atsushi can tell the conversation is getting more serious. He nods. “Yeah, a bit. I was out running errands with Yosano…” he pauses, as he hears pages rustling, and turns to Fyodor, trying his best to keep his tratorus eyes above the man's collarbones.

Fyodor raises an eyebrow. “Continue.” he says. Atsushi nods. “Someone shot me with a dart. Then i collapsed.” Bothe men nod, and Fyodor grabs what looks like a medical encyclopedia, and flips through it. “Did you happen to hear anything while you were unconscious?” Atsushi frowns, doing his best to sort though the strange fog still enveloping his mind. “I don't think so…wait!” he nods, and as soon as the memory returns all the strange fog clears, leaving his thoughts crystal clear. “I only heard a few things. Someone said something about ‘Iracibisex Testosterone’ and ‘unintended consequences.’.” Atsushi watches as Fyodor's thin fingers run down the page presumably scanning for the drug. Dazai stands behind him, his eyes also traveling back and forth across the page. And finally, his fingers come to a stop and silence fills the room. Atsushi fiddles nervously with the hem of his shirt, as the two men read, their eyes scanning the page slowly.

“What does it say?” Atsushi is too jittery to wait. Instead of responding, they simply stare at him. Atsushi clears his throat nervously. It's Dazai who breaks the silence, fixing Atsushi with an unreadable stare.

“Tell me Atsushi, do you…feel anything odd?” Atsushi frowns. “Um…I'm a little hot I guess.”

Fyodor reads aloud from the page, what seems to be a list of symptoms.

“Raised body temperature, hearing and vision distortion, lack of inhibitions, lack of substantial decision making skills. Temporary release of mating hormones—”

Realistically speaking, Atsushi knows he should be flustered, and if this was any other circumstance, he would be, but Fyodor's face spins and wavers, and his voice distorts a little. The smooth russian accent picks at his brain, Atsushi feels his body heat up, and has the sudden urge to shed the thin prison shirt he is wearing. His brain is foggy, but he knows one thing very clearly. He needs to feel relief. Or he might just die.

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Now Dazai considered himself to have an excellent poker face. Truly, his masterful poker face had saved him on multiple occasions. His poker face was impenetrable, and he considered himself without weakness. But, he was discovering he had one weakness, one weakness that was dooming him in front of the one person who should never see his true emotions, Dostoevsky. And that weakness, that deadly weakness, was Atsushi. Truthfully, he should have seen it coming. From the very first moment he had met the boy, when he had opened his eyes on the river bank he had thought he was in heaven. For the boy next to him had to be an angel. Even at the abandoned warehouse, when the frail boy de-transformed and collapsed into his arms, Dazai remembered the strange feeling of wanting to hold him closer. He had promptly dropped him, with some dumb line about not being into men, not like the boy had heard him. But now, back to the present, Dazai was wishing he had realized earlier, and in turn done more to seduce Atsushi before others took a liking to him too. Fyodor coughed beside him, and Dazai glared.

“You have been hiding such a pretty kitty from me Dazai. How unkind of you.” It's not like he’s wrong, and Dazai was kind of wishing that he had let tiger Atsushi kill this annoying nuisance of a man. But realistically speaking, he knew Atsushi could not handle blood on his hands, and Fyodor was a much better ally alive than dead. But man, he wished he was dead sometimes.

“Your resentment is loud, Dazai.” Dazai rolled his eyes. “Oh shut up.”

The boy across from them was clearly only partly there, his eyes were hazy and his cheeks flushed, and Dazai knew if he stared for too long his depraved thoughts would show clearly on his face, but he could not look away. The man beside him speaks again, much to Dazai’s annoyance. “Tell me Atsushi, would you like some help?” Dazai is split somewhere between desperately hoping Atsushi will decline and praying he won't. Atsushi nods, and Dazai watches in horror and fascination as he crawls closer, still playing with the hem of Fyodor’s shirt.

Dazai gave up on his facial expressions. “Rock paper scissors, who gets first dibs.”

“How do you know I want him?” Dazai scoffs. “Please Dostoevsky, you're not slick. If the glazed look in your eye wasn't a dead giveaway, you're hard.” Fyodor chuckles. “Touche. But what of you Dazai?”

Every word out of that man's mouth sounds mocking. Dazai grimaces. “It appears he is my weakness.”

They commence their games.

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The screen goes black. Yosano takes a sip of her tea as chaos erupts around her. Kunikida is checking the power, as even Mori ebandons Elise and phones downstairs, asking questions under his breath. Yosano had a feeling this would happen. The sound had been cutting in and out ever since Atsushi had awoken, and it was only time before the entire thing would go out. Truthfully, she thought maybe this was a blessing in disguise. She had only heard a few words through the garbled sound system, and one of them had been Iracibisex Testosterone. Now, if what she thought was going to happen, did in fact happen, it was probably best that the screen had shut off. She sat back, and sipped her tea as the room filled with sound around her.

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Atsushi feels hot, so hot. He feels like he might go insane. He can't quite pinpoint the feeling, but he has the vaguest feeling that he needs hands on him, any at all. Now Atsushi wasn’t a virgin, but he had only done it once, with a pretty girl at the orphanage, not long before he was tossed out on the streets. But as he is surrounded by both the men, he feels no anxiety. It's weird how he trusts them, especially Fyodor, but for some reason, he does. And right now, he can't really bring himself to think too hard about it, especially when he feels Dazai’s hand on his chin, bringing his face close. And then their kissing. His lips are soft, and warm, and Atsushi almost gets lost in them, up until he feels his shirt fall away, split open in the back and simply pulled away. He’s still sitting, but hands grip his waist, pulling him to his knees, and start gently stroking his spine, almost caressing him. The gentleness of it all makes his heart hurt.

Dazai’s kiss is changing now. It turns hungrier, fiercer, almost as if he's trying to devour Atsushi’s very soul, and Fyodor's skilled fingers are moving lower now, caressing his waist, and then a hand is stroking his bobbing length. Atsushi mewls, as Dazai starts on his neck, stroking and caressing it with his tongue, leaving red marks behind in a trail. Fyodor's other hand reaches his mouth, shoving two fingers inside. “Suck.” Atsushi sucks obediently. Fyodor’s voice is slightly hoarse, his accent thickening deliciously when he speaks again. “Good Kitten.” The nickname makes Atsushi shiver, the heat all over his body concentrating in his gut.

They talk over him, but Atsushi can't bring himself to pay too much attention, as Fyodor's fingers leave his mouth, and he feels a sudden pressure at his hole. And then a thin finger is penetrating his hole. It feels odd at first, and Atsushi lets out a choked little sound. Fyodor stops, letting him adjust and Atsushi has the stray thought, once again appreciating how gentle they are with him. Dazai’s hand smooths over his hair, as he speaks over him.

“The famous ‘Demon Fyodor’ is surprisingly gentle with our little kitten.” Atsushi has started to adjust to the finger, and when Fyodor starts to move it, in and out, in and out, Atsushi arches his back, letting out a little keen. Fyodor is responding, his voice thick with lust.

“I could say the same to you, Dazai. Where is the ruthless ex-mafioso we’re all used to.” Dazai chuckles. “Where is he indeed…” He sounds slightly clinical, and Atsushi is about to ask why, but then Fyodor adds another finger, and Atsushi is moaning instead. The protrusion feels so different from anything he has experienced before, but not bad. No, not at all. Pleasure runs through his every nerve ending, and Atsushi feels himself begging for more. Fyodor chuckles.

“Do you want more, Kitten? Maybe something bigger?” Atsushi nods, and Dazai tsks from somewhere above him. “Use your words Atsushi.”

“Please, I need more.” Fyodor’s fingers leave his hole, but before he can complain, he feels the pressure of something much bigger pressing against his ass. Then, with a whisper, “Good boy.” Fyodor pushes in.

It's so big, so hot, so unlike anything he has ever felt before. Fyodor is slow, almost torturously slow, but it still hurts a little. A few hot tears make their way down his cheeks, even as his dick twitches against his stomach. Fyodor’s hands feel hot around his waist, and he's too distracted he almost forgets about Dazai. That is until he feels a thumb caressing his lips, he doesn't even realize he has closed his eyes until he opens them, and his eyes catch on Dazai’s dick, right in front of his face. Dazai is smirking down at him, and Atsushi feels another stab of pleasure, as he realizes what he wants from him. He nods obediently, and does his best to take the head in his mouth, sucking lightly. Dazai groans, and his hands find purchase in Atsushi’s silver locks, not tugging, at least not yet.

He's doing well, or at least trying his best, but Dazai is big, and Atsushi has never really done this before. But he tried to think about what he would like, and based on the moans and grunts that fall from his mouth Dazai seemed to enjoy it. But then Fyodor finally bottoms out, and finally starts to move. Sure he's moving slowly, but each thrust goes deep, and Atsushi can only let Dazai take control of his head, holding it still while the force of Fyodor’s thrusts move him forward and back. The two men above him are talking again, but Atsushi can barely hear them over his own garbled moans. And even if he wanted to he couldn't concentrate, could not separate himself from the overwhelming waves of pleasure rocking through his system.

The two of them seem to be losing control. Their voices are less controlled, and their letting their moans slip through. If Atsushi was looking, he would have also noticed the stark absence of their usual poker faces, as pure pleasure was painted across both of them. But alas, Atsushi was too concerned with his own pleasure to notice. He did notice when they started talking, although their words were much more strained than before, and the occasional moan and grunt cut through their sentences.

“Tell me Fyodor, was this part of your grand plan?” A grunt catches Dazai mid sentence, and his voice is rough. Fyodor attempts a chuckle, but it comes out strained. “Being betrayed was never part of the plan Dazai, you know that.”

Betrayed? He was betrayed? Atsushi almost asks a question, but then Fyodor's hot length hits a spot inside of him and his vision shites out temporarily. Fyodor notices, and his hands tighten on Atsushi waist as he hits it again and again and again—

Dazai sounds resigned as he speaks again. “Join the Detective Agency Alliance.” Fyodor’s his stutter in shock, and that statement almost shocks Atsushi out of his sex haze. But what shocks him even more is Fyodors responds.

“Very well Dazai, you win.” His voice is wrecked, husky and accent thick and so, so hot. Atsushi feels as if he is teetering on the edge of a cliff, head back only by a thin thread, and all he wants to do is fall. Fall into that bottomless ocean of pleasure.

All discussions of loyalties have sieced above him, and both men seem to be doubling their efforts to make him fall apart. He moans around Dazai’s dick, still lodged down his throat. Even as Dazai grips his hair, shoving his cock down Atsushi’s throat one final time, and Atsushi feels hot liquid spilling down his throat. He does his best to swallow, and Dazai pulls his softening length out, even as he replaces it with his mouth, sealing Atsushi’s lips in a hot kiss. One of Fyodor’s hands has made its way down to his neglected cock, and as he strokes it, the coil of hot pleasure inside of Atsushi snaps, plunging him off the cliff. He clenches around Fyodor’s dick, and the man behind him groans, his hips stuttering as he leans over, his bare back pressed to Atsushi’s chest as he sucks hickeys into his neck.

And with one final thrust, he stills, and Atsushi feels something hot spilling inside him, even as his own dick twitches, spilling ropes of cum onto the hard sterile surface of the floor.

Atsushi feels the strange fog in his brain clear, replaced by a more familiar post sex drowsiness, perhaps still a little affected by the earlier sleeping drug. He hears bickering around him, and faintly feels another shirt slip over his head, but soon it's all gone and he falls asleep, yet again, perfectly content this time.

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A strange golden circle appears in the ceiling, and three familiar figures fall through followed by a weirdo in a costume that looks like he spent way too much money on it at Spirit Halloween, and some guy with split dyed hair who looks like he's having a heart attack. The Chaos still happening in Mori’s office abruptly stops. Yosano must say, she hadn't anticipated this part, but as she spots the dark red marks maring Atsushi's fair skin, and how even before they hit the ground both men reach to shield his body from the ground, she has to let out a little laugh. Aside from her, it takes Ranpo all of three seconds to see exactly what went down, and he alamo muffles a little laugh. And then, chaos erupts.

It takes a while for things to settle. Yosano rescues Atsushi from the barrage of questions and accusations, and places him gently on the couch, pulling a blanket over him and doing her best to hide the more, ehem, incriminating evidence.

And even after things have settled down, and Fyodor and Dazai are explaining most things in great detail, an air of chaos still envelopes the entire room. Kunikida looks slightly faint, but then again he always does, as he tells Dazai and Fyodor for the four hundredth time to stop snidely insulting each other and tell the story normally. Ranpo is tearing into a huge bag of chips, still looking greatly entertained by the entire thing. Sigma is sitting in the corner with a glass of water, quietly watching the proceedings. The weirdo with the dumb outfit, who Yosano learned is called Nikolai, is doing magic tricks for Elise in the corner, and for ounce, Mori is actually serious, as the bickering duo finish up their conversation and he and the president step away for a moment. Silence almost falls, until the president clears his throat and addresses the entire room.

“Due to this, um, unforeseen accident it seems like we are able to wrap up the whole page nonsense rather quickly. Mr. Dostoyevsky, I have a proposition for you.”

Yosano has a feeling she can predict what comes next, and she knows everyone else is thinking the same thing.

“Would you like to join the Alliance between the Detective Agency and the Port Mafia? You and your strange friends there.”

The silence that follows is tense, and Fyodor’s expression has gone back to unreadable. Yosano knows no one will protest. Whether they like it or not, this is a wise decision on the president's part, Fyodor was nothing if not a terrifying enemy, but a useful ally. He opens his mouth, but interestingly enough it's Dazai who speaks first.

“You wont get to see him if you dont.” A few looks of confusion are traded around the room, but Yosano almost chokes with laughter. How like Dazai, to weaponize emotions like that for the greater good, even if he himself doesn't want Fyodor to join.

Fyodor's eyes slide ever so slightly towards the couch, where Atsushi lies, still peacefully asleep, and he seems to have come to a decision.

“Very well, I will join this alliance of yours. And bring ruin upon my former master.”

The tension in the room lessons, and multiple sighs of relief are traded around the room. Mori lets out a laugh. “Our alliance has come to three! I'll phone for some wine and let's get this party started. Oh and you two?” He looks at Dazai and Fyodor, who are still half naked, although Dazai is half covered in bandages, “I'll get you some clothes.”

#dazatsu #fyodor x atsushi x dazai #smut #bungou stray dogs #mariannacrxss

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Bazz B: he is just too horny to even think 🔎 rough sex 🔎 creampie 🔎 POV porn 🔎 slut ass spank

Ichigo Kurosaki: I’m not surprised.at all. 🔎 MILFS (yes, come on) 🔎 BIG TITS BOUNCY TITS 🔎 Do I have to wear a condom if I’m in my soul body? (yes, you idiot)

Ishida Uryu: troubled little emo quincy 🔎 romantic porn 🔎 wom- men- 🔎 how do I know if I’m gay?

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neopornouns · 5 months

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flag id: a flag with 6 stripes, which are dark faded indigo, medium dark faded sky blue, soft green, bright red, dark pink-red, and light pinkish-red. end id.

banner id: a 1550x200 dark pink-red banner with the words ‘minors dni + please read the rest of my dni before interacting. those on my dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. end id.

veldiwomtex: a veldian (gay man) who is okay with doing sexual things with women in a t4t and nonromantic way

[pt: veldiwomtex: a veldian (gay man) who is okay with doing sexual things with women in a t4t and nonromantic way. end pt]

for anon!

the top three stripes represent being veldian, the next two represent nonromantic sexual acts, and the bottom stripe represents women (it's specifically the pink from the t4t flag). the stripe representing women is separated from the veldian stripes by the sexual stripes to specifically represent how one's relationships with women are different from their gay relationships.

the term is 'veldi' from 'veldian', 'wom' from 'women', 't' from 't4t', + 'ex' from 'sex'!

tags: @mogaigonewild | dni link

#minors dni #veldiwomtex #my flags #my terms #new flag #new term #mogai flag #mogai term #mogai #mogai after dark #mogaidult #adult mogai #18+ mogai #nsft

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beauty-and-passion · 5 months

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FSS3 Episode 10: Solace

The embodiment of lies isn't an easy Side to understand.

Updates every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

What is FFS3 - Introduction - Season 2 finale - previous episode - next episode

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DISCLAIMER: As said in the introductory post, Fanders Sides Season 3 (season 2 finale included) could have triggering themes/scenes. Please keep that in mind before reading.

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Thomas is driving his car. He looks at the time: he’s a bit late. Maybe even too late. Maybe he should just come back home, call his parents and tell them he won’t come.

Patton appears next to him, on the passenger’s seat: his expression is full of fatherly disapproval. Thomas promised them he would be there to celebrate his grandma’s birthday, he can’t come back now.

Thomas groans. He knows that but still, he’d much rather go back home.

Your brothers are already there, Patton reminds him.

I know, Thomas says. And he’s very happy to see them again and to hug his parents! But his grandparents… he would be happy to see them as well, if only they won’t start talking. And he knows they will definitely start talking.

It’s been years since you came out and told them you’re gay, Patton says. Maybe they’ve finally accepted it.

Thomas rolls his eyes. His grandparents are old, conservative and very Christian. Every time they meet, they always tell him to “find a girlfriend” or to try this or that girl. They really cannot understand that being gay isn’t a mood or a phase.

Patton nods, sympathetically. He knows it’s hard, but they’re still part of his family. They just come from a different time period.

Roman appears in the backseats and leans forward. He’s grumpy. He pouts that, if it wasn’t for them, Thomas would’ve come out of the closet at least three or four years before he did.

Virgil leans forward as well. He adds that they never understood Thomas anyway. They’re just too focused on that old idea of marrying a girl and having a truckload of children. They told the same to his brothers and they still think this is the right way to live a life. They’re old and stale.

Thomas adjusts the mirror to see Virgil’s pout. Then, he notices someone else appearing in the back seats: it’s Anger, who is leaning against the backrest, arms crossed and a sardonic smile.

Thomas is immediately on edge. What does he want? Does he have something to say as well?

Angre just shrugs and tells Thomas he will understand by himself.

The answer and his derisive tone pisses Thomas a lot. He notices a few buildings, but a cross gets his attention: so, he stops in front of a church.

Roman asks what’s going on, Patton reminds him again of grandma’s birthday. Thomas gets out and closes his car: just before the door closes, he hears Anger calling him a coward.

Thomas ignores everything and enters the church. The car sounds, the voices and all other noises disappear once he closes the door. There is just pure silence, while he walks towards the altar. The place is in a comfortable penumbra: the only lights come from candles and tall windows, rays of yellow soft light illuminating the place.

Thomas looks around: there is no one, he’s alone.

He sits on a church bench, closes his eyes and takes a long breath. He feels the irritation calm down, his breath quiets too.

When he opens his eyes again, he notices someone sitting on his right: someone with a black capelet and yellow, glowed hands resting on his knees.

Janus is not looking at him: he’s looking at the rose window above the altar. It represents Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. The tree is between them, the serpent wrapped around it. Eve is giving a red apple to Adam.

Out of nowhere, Janus starts narrating the story of Genesis. How God told Adam to not eat from “the tree of the knowledge of good and evil”. How God made a helper for Adam, someone who was equal to him and not above or beneath him. And how the serpent, who was “more crafty than any of the wild animals”, talked to the woman. How it told her that, by eating the fruit, her eyes would be opened, and she would “be like God, knowing good and evil”. How, once the first humans ate the fruit, their eyes opened indeed.

And once they told God what happened, God said: “The man has now become like one of us, knowing good and evil. He must not be allowed to reach out his hand and take also from the tree of life and eat, and live forever.”. And so, he banished Adam and Eve from the Garden.

Janus turns towards Thomas. The serpent was not lying, Janus says. The serpent was telling the truth. And yet, it got the reputation of liar and deceiver. And Thomas himself, despite knowing what’s written in Genesis, used the snake to represent his ability to lie.

Thomas is taken aback by this. He’s a bit embarrassed and tries to apologize to Janus: he didn’t want to offend him or make him feel bad about himself…

Oh, don’t be ridiculous, Janus replies, shushing his apologies. He isn’t bothered by this. On the contrary: he loves his appearance and he loves being a tempter. Being a villain is so much fun! Being a sinner… well, a bit less.

He looks back at the altar. He prayed in the past, he simply says. A lot. If a person is good and righteous, God will chase away their enemies and give them the good things they deserve, right? That’s what religion made him believe.

So you asked for good things to happen to you?, Thomas asks.

Janus shakes his head. Not for him.

Thomas understands and feels a bit embarrassed. He thanks Janus but, again, Janus shakes his head. No need to thank him: his prayers never changed anything, after all. He was young and naive, he needed solace and hope and religion gave him both. So, he trusted it. As a result, no one answered his prayers.

Janus even thought the problem was him. He was the serpent of Eden after all, a representation of the devil, the first original sinner. Maybe that was why no one answered him.

But according to religion, even the worst sinner, if repents, can get a second chance. So if he repented hard enough, he would get a chance too. If he prayed hard enough, God would answer his prayers and give Thomas the life he deserved.

Janus sighs. In the end, no matter how hard he tried, that never happened. No one answered. Despite his prayers, the world was still awful. And the more time passed, the more it showed its twisted, paradoxical face: the face of a lie made of lies, a construct based on rules of nothing. There was no space for the good, beautiful life Thomas deserved to live. There was no space for nothing good, not in this Babylon of chaos and hate.

(His expression becomes more disgusted, his tone gets colder)

And so he realized that, for all that time, he was believing in a lie. Religion was a lie. His prayers have been nothing more than a waste of time. No one would’ve helped Thomas, not in a world where the ones who survived were like the serpent from Eden: cunning, crafty, sinners, liars.

(Janus looks at the altar with a challenging expression. Lights bathe him as well and the shadow of the cross falls on him, like a holy judgment)

He realized Thomas didn’t need prayers and hope. He needed a cold, cynical, merciless sinner. A Side ready to get all of the world’s blood on his hands. A liar who was able to lie in the face of the supreme liar: society itself.

Janus turns to Thomas.

And so I did, he says. I covered all your mistakes and hid everything you didn’t want to know. I lied every time you didn’t want to get caught and I lied every time you were not ready to be honest yet.

Thomas blinks, a sudden realization crosses his mind. Was it Janus who stopped him from coming out? Did he hide his sexuality for years, not because of his grandparents, but because Janus pushed him to do so?

I told you the first time, Janus says. “I don't want Thomas to be disadvantaged in a world where you can die for not following the laws made in the name of a lie.” (ref. SvS) In such a cruel world, being gay is a weak spot and your enemies could’ve hurt you by hitting right into it.

His voice and expression softens.

Thomas is too pure and honest, he adds. In a world like this, everyone would exploit it to hurt him. Even his own family. And Janus knew it would happen, as soon as Thomas would reveal he was gay.

So, Janus postponed that moment as much as possible. Thomas had to be stronger before coming out with his family. He had to be stronger and tougher, so once they hit him, he would take the blow with as less consequences as possible.

It wasn’t too bad, Thomas confirms. He was 19, so he was old enough indeed. And his parents and brothers have been very supportive too. His grandparents were the only ones who had something to say.

Janus examines his hands. Would it be such a big problem to get rid of them?

Thomas gives him a dirty look, but Janus waves a hand.

“Oh, shush”, he says, “They never understood you anyway” (ref. to Growing Up and to Virgil who said the same thing). They’re old, so breaking a leg and sending them to the hospital would be easy even for a weak guy like you, Janus adds. And if they’re out of the picture, you would be much freer and happier. Maybe, you’ll even grow a spine.

Thomas gives him another dirty look.

Janus insists: he’s telling the truth and they both know it. Thomas is too soft, too trustworthy, not evil enough. And those are all beautiful parts of him, but he needs to be stronger. He should raise his voice, ask for some respect. He is his own human being after all, not someone people can step on.

Janus gets up, the shepherd’s crook appears between his hands. He suggests Thomas to give it a try this evening: he is 32 now. He’s an adult. And his grandparents are old enough to finally accept that being gay wasn’t a phase and yes, he still likes men and will like them forever.

Janus turns and moves towards the exit. Thomas gets up too and calls him. But when Janus turns around, he’s no longer sure about what he wants to say. So, he looks at him and asks why. Why does he remember some parts of the Bible so well, even if he says religion was a lie? Why the shepherd’s crook? Why these Christian elements, if everything was just a lie?

Janus smiles at him, the softest smile he ever showed.

Maybe, he says, despite knowing religion won’t help him, he prefers to live with a little bit of denial.

Then, he turns around and disappears.

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END CARD

Janus, Remus and Anger are on a roof: it’s the roof of the house of Thomas’ parents. Janus is sitting on top of the chimney, Remus walks along the drain duct and Anger is crouched on the roof tiles.

It’s almost time, he says. Thomas is going to confront his grandparents about it.

Janus confirms: he convinced him to do it. Now, it’s up to Thomas to finally grow up a little.

Remus suggests Thomas should’ve brought a guy with him and had sex in front of the cake: maybe that would’ve been enough for the old hag to finally die.

Anger laughs and gives Remus a high five: chaos and a bigot dead is the best-case scenario, they should’ve let Remus handle this!

Janus jokes that this is too messy and Thomas would be framed in no time: way better some good old rat poison and then play the role of the grieving grandchild.

Remus snickers, but Anger shrugs: Thomas isn’t good enough to do that, he says. Too pure, too honest. And he knows Janus likes these traits of him, but it’s not enough for the world.

I know, Janus says. He should become more.

Anger stands up, turns to Janus and promises: “he will”.

All three dark Sides look down: the camera pans down, to show Thomas reaching the door and knocking on it.

The last shot shows the door opening on Thomas’ determined expression.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE

I know what you’re thinking: “Look at Bea, always bringing religion”. But it was necessary to address it, for a couple of reasons:

1) to give more depth to Janus’ character. He hates society and we all know that, but why? His playlist gave me this answer, by connecting it to religion. I just worked around it.

Also, I wanted to emphasize the difference between villain and sinner: according to his playlist, Janus *loves* being a villain, but the idea of being a sinner pushes him into a cycle of “I’m a sinner -> I should repent”. He sees them differently, so why not show it? It's interesting and worth focusing on.

2) to show how deeply Janus cares. He adores Thomas and didn’t have enough time to show it in canon. He deserves to show it.

3) to show how he’s growing up, while still pursuing his agenda. He would’ve never been so open in the past so that’s part of his character growth, but as we can see from the end card, this was also part of a plan to push Thomas to react to his grandparents. By revealing a bit of himself, Janus also steered Thomas where he wanted. After all, he’s still Deceit. We can’t pretend he becomes the epitome of honesty.

4) it works as an introduction for the next big thing that’s gonna happen in the following episodes.

Speaking of the church and that stained glass window, I searched for a real church with a real stained glass window that showed that specific moment of Genesis. And I focused on churches located in Florida, as close as possible to Mr. Sanders’ place - just to prove that it’s possible to film everything, if you search for the right place.

Unfortunately, the only churches I found in Florida did not have stained glass depicting this exact scene, with the tree, the snake and the apple.

The only church I found with a stained glass window depicting this moment is located in the UK and it’s the Lincoln Cathedral. HERE you can see the stained glass window I’m talking about.

So, even if the glass window isn't above the altar and the church itself is a bit farther than I planned, my point still stands: it’s still possible to film this scene in real life. All you have to do is take a small trip to the UK XD

Or you can take the easier solution: film the episode in a church in Florida and find a good editor who can edit the glass window :P

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