#last thing I wanna do is squick anyone

[donutfloats]

Through the power of Love and Science: They will be MAMAS!

#coolcatbeans #possly art #adventure time #princess bubblegum #bonnibel bubblegum #Marceline #marceline the vampire queen #marceline abadeer #I love sapphic preg yall u have no idea #pregnant #pregnancy #fpreg #preg #trying to tag with as many Cw words #lemme know if I should add any other tags #last thing I wanna do is squick anyone #<:3c #I do wanna note this isn’t kink for me #I just think preg stuff is cute af

[dufferpuffer]

Do you think the whole “alpha horny werewolf” trope works with how you see Lupin and his sexual interactions? (Like are there certain times in the month where he could fit this trope? obviously he can’t do it alot of the times because of his health/strength). If so, how do you think he feels about this? Does taking a more dominant/aggressive role make him feel weird after? Does he like it? Does he feel shame? How do you think this plays out with him and his partner? How would he approach initiating sex during these times? How does it differ from how he normally behaves? (Sorry a lot of questions lol)

Erm, Ahcktually 🤓☝ wolves don't even HAVE alphas I don't like the 'alpha werewolf' angle for Remus. I think being a werewolf DOES slowly change his body - because it changes Greyback's - but Remus fights that to seem nonthreatening. I really like his movie werewolf design - because it looks like SHIT. Can't even grow a full pelt of fur… he looks weary and sick, enough that a dog is a decent fight even full of adrenaline at moon-rise.

He isn't a wolf in sheep's clothing as much as he is a sheep caught within the body of a wolf. A passive people pleaser. He never gets worked up at anyone for anything.

He pities Greyback, who bit him at 5 years old, and sympathizes with him.

He doesn't get angry at Severus for revealing his secret - he accepts it, and is so well-versed in scurrying off that his entire packing process is streamlined.

When he AGREES with Sirius' point during a heated argument he doesn't help him - because it would mean going against others in the room.

What does he do instead of argue with Harry…? He shoots one hex - and is GONE. zoom. Harry only see's the ends of his tailcoat.

That's the angriest, most emotional we see him: Coat-tails flapping around a corner while he runs off to sulk. He doesn't wanna argue, he doesn't wanna fight - even about important things. He wont stand up for people. He has no backbone.

I said all that... because Im sick of seeing buff dom Remus Because I think there is a distinction to make: I do think werewolf-brain seeps in at the edges of the Full Moon, the day or two before especially. But its not Alpha wolf. Its just Wolf. Dumb dog. Instinct. desire. Food yum. Head hurt. Sex good. He doesn't have an 'Alpha' bone in his body... apart from his partners ;) I don't think he becomes a drooling idiot (without help, anyway) but he is more likely to do what he wants. Which he never does. He always leaves the last piece of cake for someone else. Wolf brain... doesn't think of someone else. Cake yummy - I eat. It's not that he doesn't care, it's not that he is angry - its that he has stopped worrying. He isn't being dominant - just a little more insistent and shameless. I have a HC, a theory, that your Patronus is based not on who you are as a person - but who you are when you're at your happiest. Remus' is a Wolf. He hates it - I think because he hates the fact that he is happiest when he is a wolf. He stops worrying, stops being overly polite... and allows himself to just be himself, without filter.

How do I think he feels about wolf-brain...? He is so meticulous about how he acts and appears - he thinks it is embarrassing. He is always appeasing people, so forgetting that and just living in the moment feels like he is doing something wrong... Intimacy is a good time to practice being a little greedy. If he is encouraged to follow his instincts like this, and nothing bad comes of it... I think that's incredibly healing for him. Its a necessity. The more times he can let loose a bit, close his eyes and do whatever normal or weird shit comes to mind in the heat of the moment - trust that everything wont go wrong if he follows his heart... good therapy. ...Did I seriously write all this just to say 'Remus is not Alpha, Remus is Good Boy' And if you meant Alpha as in that Alpha/Beta/Omega... I have no idea, sorry. Not my cup of tea. Squicks me out along with 'soulmate' stuff.

#remus lupin #love you remus #remus my beloved #hp #headcannons #sorry this took awhile I have to do my boy justice and also I forgot it in my drafts

[shi-daisy]

Wanna see the world burn so 🔥 Tamsand for the ship ask!

Lmao anon you want my beasties to be appalled? Cuz it'd be the odd one out but ok!

Send me a 🔥 and a ship and I'll tell you what I think of them

Short answer? NOTP, I hate it, squick, I have the tagged blocked

Longer answer. While the Canon dynamic with Tamlin and Rhysand's past is interesting and you can make tragic fics with the both as friends or as past lovers, and I do think Rhysand is a little too obsessed with bothering Tammy baby I hate the idea of these two as a couple unless it's a bad end.

There's a few reasons. The simple one is that I hate Rhysand enough to stick him in The Rack from Saw 3 (Don't look that shit up if you're grossed out by heavy gore) with absolutely no remorse and the idea of paring this overhyped asshat bat with my favorite character makes me gag (Same could be said for other Rhysand ships like Feysand, Rhysta, Rhycien, etc)

Another one would be that I hate giving this dude attention. Any acotar merch is made for him and his bat boys. There's literally no Feyre merchandise in Hot Topic all of it it's him, even tho she's supposed to be the MC. I'm so so very sick of him hoggin page time and arcs from the other of infinitely more interesting characters. So when I look for fic if Tamsand or Rhysand are prominent I tend to scroll past even if it's an author I like.

Finally and the heaviest reason for my deep-seated hate of this ship it's one specific scene in ACOFAS. You know the one.

The scene in the novella where Rhysand goes to Spring sees the desolate state of the Court, of Tamlin, of the man who saved him despite their hate for eachother and just goes of on him and tells him to die. It's absolutely disgusting and triggering that I had to throw the thing away and go puke.

After that I can't ship those two in any way shape or form, even if it's an AU where their faling out never happened I just can't get past that scene. Having been in Tamlin's suicidal state once years ago it would disgust me if anyone suggested I get with a person who pushed me down during that time which thankfully for me that didn't happen, but if it had I would've cut ties with them. I can't get over it and just decided to block it out

There are plenty of multishipper creators and even friends of mine who've dabbled in it but I stay the hell away from that ship even if whatever they're in is expertly made. I can't get past the dynamic they have in canon, and my Rhysand hate and the suicide bait scene. If I want Tamlin x another male character I can get that with Tamcien, Tamris, Tamquin and even Tamlin x KoH. Rhysand is the last character I would ever want more content for.

Also call me vanilla but the whole 'bffs/ exes who are torn apart by war' isn't a trope I like much. It's good for certain pairs but not a thing I go for. Hell if I don't care for it with Optimus Prime x Megatron where I love both characters and their falling out is far more balanced, tragic and believable why would I care for it between my fave and the dude I hate and it only being tacked on for Sarah to woobify the shitlord and throw more dirt on Tamlin? It really isn't my cup of tea.

Hope this answers your question, anon!

#ask #acotar ask #🔥 ship game #anti Tamsand #anti feysand #anti Rhysta #anti Rhycien #anti Rhysand #pro tamlin #tw: suicide

[egg-emperor]

[Hefty sigh]

How does one get into sonic prime, I mean I adore where they're going for the story but I'm still struggling to get through s1 because the voice are just not clicking with me. Don't get me wrong here props to the Canadian VA's and the crew as a whole but the fact that I don't really vibe well with the chaos council as a concept [since they aren't really as menacing as the actual egg but I get what they're going for..... kinda.... ] This is like the one sonic media I can't personally click into, and I honest to God adored Underground/Boom so it's probably just a me-squick....

I have literally been a sonic fan since birth reading the comics so it's just tonal whiplash trying to get used to it- I'm lost in my own confusion that they already produced 3 seasons @_@;;; I just feel like I'm alone in feeling this or something idk I'm just merely screaming into the sonic-fandom wondering if anyone else felt this way hsbshbsshv ////

I'm just as clueless as you on that unfortunately lol. Respectfully I'm not a fan personally, I think the ideas had potential to be interesting if done right but I just don't find the execution appealing. I hate to say it and don't wanna be overly negative but I was honestly bored watching the first eight episodes, they were hard to get through and it was a bit of a letdown for me.

It feels underwhelming and repetitive because practically the same cycle of events happens each episode and it's not very interesting at that. I haven't watched any episodes past those, I watched nothing but the Eggman prismatic titan thing in the last batch and don't plan on watching the rest. I just decided it wasn't for me, not what I'm looking for in a Sonic show.

I'm sad I didn't end up liking it after being interested in where they could take it, especially with how much potential I feel New Yoke City had because it was conceptually right up my alley but execution is just not to my tastes and I've accepted it. I shouldn't be surprised as I'm not into most of the non game media ^^; I was just hoping for a modern show like X again

If they had more regular Eggman they could've changed my opinion a lot not gonna lie because the small 5 mins of him was great. Characterization was good, he was funny, his model and animation were gorgeous, voice was okayyy just needed some improvements, and I was interested in what he would've done with the prism had Sonic not shattered it and erased him from existence. When he practically died my interest went along with it sorry dhfjsbfksbfks

The Chaos Council just don't interest me personally because each are missing all the parts of Eggman combined that make him his lovable whole to me. And when you just want the real deal to still have his place like he seemed he was going to initially in the concept art, only for him to not be there at all, it's hard to get into it when you're thinking about what could've been. Also yeah they're just not menacing and don't bring the same exciting world shattering chaos and action the real deal does

And oh no they're really still only on the first season, eight episodes isn't a season. Netflix is just being weird about how they have it realized in batches and how it separates them but no way is eight episodes a whole season. They only had the first season made and released with huge gaps but maybe they'll order for a second one to be made.

But yeah you're not alone. It's very popular and I'm glad people can enjoy it but yeah it didn't click with me either and I can relate on feeling like the odd one out. But that makes two of us! and I do know others who just don't like it either and I don't think we should feel a pressure to try to get into it, if we don't like it and it's just not for us then it's fine

#asks #opinion #dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #dr. eggman #sonic prime #my post

[effervescentdragon]

Talk about Michael and Mick pls?

under the cut bcs this (me praising my baby Mick) got long 😊❤

god i have so many feelings about them honestly, and most of them are sad because im just sad in general that that stupid accident happened and i dont wanna speculate abt anything to do with that because i think tragedies like that shouldnt be public entertainment, something about that just makes me, idk, squicked out, and it just breaks my heart whenever i think of that. Also, for reasons of my own personal nirnaeth, this is something extremely painful to me specifically.

I will say this tho - Mick is a fucking awesome driver, no matter the name he bears. If you have the opportunity, his drives in f3 and f2, from what ive managed to see, are really fucking good. In general, i think he has the drive and the skill and the talent to be one of the best drivers in f1, on his own merit. However, this is his 2nd year in f1 and the car is at least somewhat driveable this year, because last year was just fucking pain. I really wish hed get a car where he can show his skill, but the more important thing is for people to back the fuck off from him. He carries an insane legacy on his shoulders, and i cant even imagine what kind of pressure that is in general, and still despite all that Mick is a fucking ball of sunshine fucking constantly. He has a great rship with the team, he is insanely polite all the time, hes just my baby that i think should be protected at all times. And yet people constantly get on him for every single thing just because what? He didnt win in his rookie year? He didnt score points? He is not his father, and expecting him to repeat Michaels brilliance and then being fucking maliciously happy when he doesnt (bcs the thing hes driving isnt even a tractor, its sometimes worse honestly, espesh last year) is just fucking. Idek, enough to make me go insane. I just wish people would back off and let Mick do his own thing, because his own thing is fucking more than enough. He has the skill, the talent, the hint of insanity (Monaco 21 anyone), the smarts, just, everything to be a fucking awesome driver. Ppl just need to leave Mick alone 😌 then they're gonna see 😊✌🏻

#babyyyy 🥰🥰🥰 #akira answers asks #stormy tag <3 #thanks for asking darlinggggg

[theliterarywolf]

I dont read a ton of fic anymore but its wild people dont tag the genital type on omegaverse. Orz I tend toward the omegaboys have both peens and vaginas (but i like them to be like, yes they can have babies but it has higher conplications risks vs female omegas/betas) and i agonized over how to tag one when i put it up because i didnt want anyone going in and getting smacked with that. That seems like basic courtesy to me.

Anonymous asked:

I usually don't read too much omegaverse cause mpreg is a squick of mine (I mostly read it for pack dynamics Bs), but most of the female alphas I've seen lately either have average female bodies with an internal lock/knot or are modeled after female hyenas. But really you very rarely see anything focused on a female alpha, at least in my experience.

Anonymous asked:

Lol, then you've definitely been on the "lucky" side of Omegaverse. The four fandoms I regularly scour, which are vastly different, all go with the "full AFAB body" for the "male" omega. Which, ok, if that's what you wanna do, knock yourself out. But I definitely feel like it's hard missing the point. And it just feels like a bad bait and switch. If I wanted to read a AMAB and AFAB individual having kinky sex, I wouldn't look for M/M tags. I'm fine with the Hermaphro (not intersex) approach tho.

Grouping these asks together, answering under a Read More

As I've mentioned, from what I've seen whenever I do read fic, more people have been getting more specific in their tagging. However, there have been times when I've clicked on an ABO/Omegaverse fic, made it halfway, and then been like 'Okay, so while I'm fine, I can guarantee you that there are several anatomical aspects that should have been tagged here'.

Honestly, all this talk about the trope has me thinking that maybe I should go try and read an F/F Omegaverse fic to see how people are handling it.

Because, I'll say it point-blank here, the last time that I was informed of anything Omegaverse-related for female/AFAB characters, the people discussing it pretty much wrote it like 'alphas, whether they're male or female, have knotting dicks to breed omegas'.

I just feel like, overall, the trope was made more for M/M ship application in mind. Though, again, as I mentioned on another ask, people make adjustments to their own application to make things less squicky or to explore different SocioSexual themes.

#long post

[twopoppies]

last anon made me wanna read daddy!louis. Do you have any new, interesting, and/or favorite ones you recommend?

Well, I haven’t actually ever made a Daddy Louis fic rec, so I might as well use this opportunity. I’ve got a lot though, so be forewarned.

babydoll blues by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain​ (E, 112K) At last, the full-fledged, dirty, sugar baby fic we needed. Harry's character is so layered and so beautifully drawn, I just fell in love with him. Louis is sexy and powerful and also tender and sweet, just how I imagine the actual Louis to be. This author wrote one of my favorite fics of 2021, so I was really excited to dive into this one. They really know how to set a scene and draw you in to their characters. Scorching smut scenes, excellent use of side characters, and some angst that fully made me cry. Definitely worth a read!

Hike Up Your Skirt (And Show Your World To Me) by Anonymous (E, 18K) make sure you read the tags on this one because it’s not exactly “romance” and Louis is definitely super manipulative. But if you like the idea of secretary Harry in lingerie, CEO Louis, copious amounts of dirty talk, some power imbalance, and exhibitionism… this could be for you. Oh, and of course Louis is daddy in this one, as well.

precious little thing by mercutionnotromeo (E, 21K) I’ve read this one so many times…it’s got it all. This time the phone sex operator is Louis, and subby Harry is just beginning to realize his daddy kink.

ain't had none like you in a while by istajmaal (E, 12K) Ok, so first of all, read the tags. Don’t read this one if you have an issue with age difference in fics. If that’s not a squick for you, you get to read Harry and Louis traveling back in time to teach younger versions of themselves…a lot. This is one of my favorite authors when it comes to smut and this one has it in spades. There’s an 18K second part to it as well: once i figured it out (baby it was easy).

show me devotion by mercutionotromeo (E, 1.4K) This is one of my favorite authors when it comes to smutty fic, and this one is just sexy and gentle with lots of banter. I loved the way they contrasted their teen years with current behavior. So well done.

smile in slow motion by istajmaal (E, 24K) One of my favorite Daddy kink authors, this one is lighthearted and funny while also being super sexy. Plus it’s got great Zouis friendship.

gathered on wings by Brooklyn_Babylon (E, 33K) This one is mine. Here’s the summary:

What Harry Styles wanted was to be taken seriously as an artist.

What he needed was a new sugar daddy to pave the way.

Louis Tomlinson is an artist who isn’t what Harry is looking for.

Somehow he still manages to turn Harry's world upside down.

if they find out, will it all go wrong? by blankiehxrry (E, 3K) This little canon fic is another one that packs a lot in. Gender identity exploration, daddy kink, feminization... all the good stuff

But When We Kiss by @indiaalphawhiskey (E, 8K) At last this author has graced us with another fic and it’s a filthy, fantastic Sugar Baby Harry fic. Hallelujah! But seriously, their writing is so good, the dynamics are so hot, and Harry is just the perfect kind of desperate in this one. Go read it!

give me forever for a while by mercutionotromeo (E, 5K) I always love the way this author writes their smut and this one is full of dirty talk, kitten play, and soft dom Louis using Harry.

redder than the devil by mercutionotromeo (E, 5K) This short fic has so many kinks and so much smut that I probably could add it to 10 different rec lists. I love this author and hope they keep gifting us with their writing.

she feels so good by zedi / @that-idiot-overthere (E, 4K) This super sexy, fun fic gives you a little bit of everything from daddy kink to feminization.

skip a beat and move with my body by crybaby (E, 6K) Harry, Louis, Zayn. So, Harry and Louis are roommates. Harry kinda sorta pays his rent by sleeping with Louis. And anyone else he wants to share Harry with. It’s filthy and I kind of love it.

Switch Out The Batteries by istajmaal, LoadedGunn So, one of the things I really love about this fic is that because it’s dual POV, you get this story told from both the Dom POV and the Sub POV which makes it super fun and interesting. These authors always write truly amazing smut and this is no exception. I actually love the first part of this series, but it’s not necessary to read it first (and I didn’t include it because there’s no daddy kink, but it’s so good).

Run and I’ll Give Chase by orphan_account (E, 25K) Yes, I’m recommending you a vampire fic complete with mind-reading. I really liked the characterizations in this one; the way Harry wants Louis, but is afraid to want him, and then finally gives in? So good! Plus…there’s a second part Jump and I’ll Catch You (E, 13K) that I haven’t read yet, but @cuethetommo assures me that the day kink continues and the fic is great!

into another (another) serotonin overflow by mercutionotromeo (E, 11K) I love the way this author captures the overwhelm of teenage lust and pining in this one. And at the same time, there’s something so gentle about the way the two of them are with each other.

like poison coursing through me by orphan_account (E, 4K) I’m always a fan of kink exploration and this one has some excellent dirty talk involved.

daddy daddy cool by sky_reid (E, 7K) This author always writes super smutty smut and this one is no exception. If daddy kink isn’t your thing, skip this one. But if it is…man it’s good.

Fertile Ground by Blake (E, 4K) This author explores gender and body acceptance in a way I haven’t seen done much in this fandom, and their writing is so moving. Like, every line packs a punch. This one, in particular, is such a moving portrait of Harry’s struggles with how others see him and how he sees himself, and Louis’ support as they figure it out together.

Take Our Bodies Higher by @littlelouishiccups (E, 21K) Louis finally find someone who shares his kinks. It happens to be phone sex operator Harry. So much dirty talk. So much desperation. So, so good.

hit me with your sweet love, steal me with a kiss by icedwaters (E, 28K) Well, how can I turn down a fic that has the tag #literally after their first kiss it's just sex. This one was cute and sexy and a lot of fun.

let’s talk about making love by istajmaal (E, 25K) Oh, phone sex operator fics, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

we've people to see (let's put 'em on hold) by orphan_account (E, 7K) I mean... riding the subway and you meet someone who turns out to be your sexual soulmate? Perfectly believable. This one is hot and funny at the same time.

My Heart Belongs to Daddy by orphan_account (E, 8K) This was written as part of the 30-day smut challenge and its hot and sexy, but also full of love (and daddy)!

Jump in the Deep End by istajmaal (E, 5K) one of my favorite authors, plus rimming, plus sub Harry, plus daddy Louis. What more do I need to say?

May We Stay Lost On Our Way Home by LoadedGunn (E, 74K) Famous!Harry meets fairy!Louis. Yep. Mix in this author’s always incredibly hot smut, magic, quirky characters, and this is just a great read.

a million roses (bathed in rock ‘n roll) by deLILah (E, 30K) Honestly so lovely. I love how the author jumps through time, highlighting moments I love how their relationship grows And matures. It’s just a really satisfying read.

You’ll Breathe Me In (You Won’t Release) by LoadedGunn (E, 95K) Also known as The Driving Instructor fic. This has some of the best pacing I’ve read in a fic, some really well written BDSM smut, and characters I just really enjoy. I know it’s not for everyone. Read the tags.

So Baby Whenever You’re Ready by LoadedGunn (E, 9K) This is a sequel to the driving instructor fic. Baby Harry gets whatever he wants. And what he wants this time is Zayn seeing how good Harry can be for Daddy Louis.

#daddy Louis #my fic rec #larry fic rec #long post

[buniyaad]

August 23rd - 29th, 2021

Monday, August 23rd - Hero/Villain Swap // Cyberpunk AU

Tuesday, August 24th - Curses // Ancestors

Wednesday, August 25th - Japanese Mythology // Greek Mythology

Thursday, August 26th - Friends to Enemies // Enemies to Lovers

Friday, August 27th - Kingdom Lore // Non-Human Lore

Saturday, August 28th - Freedom // Calamity

Sunday, August 29th - Free Day

Purpose?

To increase the amount of and diversify fanworks in the Black Clover fandom featuring canon characters!!

But we have a general Black Clover Week, so why should we participate in this one?

Good question!! The main purpose of this week is to showcase Tabata’s cast of characters through various prompts that are not relegated to the just safe-for-tunglr dot hell environment. In fact, this week will not have a dedicated blog that will be collecting these works. Instead, these prompts are free for anyone to use and publish on their preferred social media, archives, and landing sites (Tunglr, Twitter, AO3, Livejournal, etc). Because it is a non-traditional, non-monetized, and free-to-opt-in casual event, there will be no mods but moi, no advertising of paid services, or participant restrictions.

To reiterate, this event will solely focus on canon characters, and will NOT encourage Original Characters and Self-Inserts as the center of the fancontent. This an opportunity for people who’d like to explore canon characters, dynamics, and relationships to come forth and get their creative juices flowing. Crackshipping between canon actors is encouraged, as well as darkfic, horrorfic, genre-specific work, and other both safe and not-safe-for-tunglr dot hell tropes.

So how does it work?

The release date for works is from Monday, the 23rd of August through Sunday, the 29th of August! 

Since this is a create-and-explore-at-will event, creators will be encouraged to write, draw, and create freely. Readers and viewers will be encouraged to engage with whatever content they feel comfortable with.

In order to ensure that both creators and readers/viewers are making informed decisions about what they engage with, all creators must include all triggers, genre specifications, ships, and warnings in their posts so that people are free to opt out of engaging with the work. 

All safe-for-tunglr fanfiction should be under a read-more. Safe-for-tunglr fanart does not need to be under a read-more. 

Not-safe-for-tunglr fanwork should be LINKED to whatever landing site the content is being hosted on (Twitter, AO3, etc). This includes both fanfiction and fanart. I don’t want anyone getting their blog banned because they forgot tunglr dot hell no longer supports 6k pwp between Vanica and Undine the water spirit.

And last but not least - if you are engaging with any of the fancontent, reblog, reblog, reblog! Share the work with your followers. Send all the love to the creators for crafting their masterpieces!!

What can I contribute?

Fanart (standalones, comic strips, etc.), fanfiction (one-shots, multichapter, etc.), fanmixes, gifsets, graphics, meme collections, fanvids, whatever your heart desires! Go wild!!!

Can I create/write not-safe-for-tunglr dot hell content?

Yes!!!  All creators must include all triggers, genre specifications, ships, and warnings in their posts so that people are free to opt out of engaging with their work. All not-safe-for-tunglr fanfiction, fanart, and multimedia must be linked to a separate landing site (Twitter, AO3, etc.)!!!

And I reiterate, tag all triggers!!! All of them!!! I mean it, thotties!!!

What does (X) prompt mean?

Each day has two prompts!! You can either pick a prompt OR you can combine prompts in different ways.

For example, for Hero/Villain swap, you can do a traditional swap between a villain and a hero through artwork and other multimedia, OR, you can explore hero-to-bastard and bastard-to-hero dynamics through fanfiction and other multimedia. Let your imagination take you where you want to go with each prompt!! If you want to explore both curses and ancestors in the same fanart/fanfic, then be my guest!!

Both Canonverse and AU content is acceptable! Creativity is key! Have fun!!!

Can I crackship/multiship/harem/OT3/polyam the characters?

Absolutely!!! The only stipulation is that the characters must ALL be from the Black Clover CANON. If you want to write a throuple between Charmy, Henry, and Yami, then heck yeah!!! If you are writing a polycule with Vanessa, Finral, Nozel, and an OC, I will have to respectfully ask you not to participate in the week as the focus of the week are the characters of the Black Clover canon, and the purpose of the week is to increase and diversify fanworks that explore canon characters. Thank you for understanding!!!

Does this have a tag?

During release week, use the general “black clover” tag to share your work with the wider Black Clover fandom on tunglr. You can use whatever other tags you fancy. If you have work you’re not sharing on tunglr dot hell but would like to share with me, feel free to send me an ask with a link to the work!!

I have questions/comments/etc.

Send me an ask or a message!!!

I didn’t read a damn thing before this, Ava.

TL;DR: Almost four months left!!! For all content creators out there, now’s the time to start thinking about what prompts you want to utilize for your creations!! There are no creative restrictions, but I do ask that you follow these posting tips:

All safe-for-tunglr fanfiction should be under a read-more. 

Safe-for-tunglr fanart does not need to be under a read-more. 

Not-safe-for-tunglr fanwork should be LINKED to whatever landing site the content is being hosted on (Twitter, AO3, etc). This includes both fanfiction and fanart. I don’t want your blog getting flagged bc tunglr hates bewbs!!!

Provide contents warnings for all triggers, squicks, and genres. Unfortunately, Black Clover fandom has its share of Puritans, so PLEASE be sure to post warnings for all your fanfiction and fanart, even the tame stuff!!

You can participate as much as you want!! Maybe you only wanna create for one day? Cool! Maybe you’re an overachieving corporate clown insomniac like myself, and wanna create for every day of the week? Go for it!!! 

We’re almost four months away from release week, so take your time, sift through the prompts, and get your creative juices flowing! I will be sending out reminders every two weeks until the go-live date. Thanks, lads!!

For the people who showed interest during the initial interest check:

@kofiscrib, @silvyavan,  @avatarpabu97, @the-black-bulls, @princesshildahw, and @spindaonateaspoon​ 

#Black Clover #asta #yami sukehiro #noelle silva #dante zogratis #ava's ficcing adventures #real talk #2021bcweek

[hanmasx]

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ

The names Shuji Hanma. But you can call me whatever you’d like.

We’ll be blocking anyone without an age in their bio. This is an 18+ space. 

We check IDs at the door [ you can send this in dm’s redacting out everything except for your date of birth ]

You can message me on anon if you’d like but give me a name or emoji to assign to you so I can keep track of our time together. Let me know your pronouns and tell me your squicks and triggers at some point if you wanna try out a full/ nsfw scene so I can make sure to keep you comfortable.

If you do message me off of anon I can keep an eye out on the things you post and keep you company over there on my days off.

With that in mind this is both a SFW and NSFW blog with potentially triggering content. My assistant T will make sure things are properly tagged. If you want to avoid darker things, be sure to block the tag #Toman Late Nights

There will also be both casual and longform roleplays happening here.

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝

Once again minors are not welcome here.

Do not send pictures or lewds of yourself.

Suicide mentions. I don’t mind talking to you when you’re feeling down, but it worries me a lot to hear it and not be able to actually get you help.

My limits are scat, lactation and Sir kink other than that go wild, doll.

𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝: 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐨

Available: I’m all yours.

On call: I’m a busy man, but I’ll still be able to check my phone time to time. 

Meetings: Will not be active but you can still send messages in.

I’ll try to make sure my assistant stays on top of updating this in the pinned post. 

Last but not least, be nice to assistant T, she helps keep me in check time to time. Things can get hectic around here and they can’t always be around to help out. 

ahhh,, hi hello! i’ll try to keep things clean around here! i’m excited to hear about you all!

#tokyo revengers rp #tokyo rev rp #hanma rp #tr rp #anime roleplay

[tinyboxxtink]

Hey so loved your black magic series! I read your post about using REE/Rafael. I’ll read anything you write but this idea to me is RPF and kind of squicks. ☹️ Maybe if you use another character he played? Nevada?! Someone sees “Barba” doing something super bad and they’re all “omg omg” and think it’s Barba? 🤷🏻‍♀️

I hear you, I do. HOWEVER, I made a "Version" of Raul Esparza in this story that is 5 years younger, and...I hate to say it, "more" famous?

IDK I wrote a 'prototype' chapter last night, so I'm gonna put this to you. I assume/hope you're an avid reader and I can gauge the public consensus, but also I want ALL my readers to be happy!!

So here, read this and then tell me if you still find the idea "Squicky".

That goes for anyone else! Maybe I should put my tag list in here....

The way I wrote him though anon, I truly feel in my heart that it's not RPF, because like I said RPF freaks me out as well.

Before you already go in skeptical, let me set up the plot I had planned. {As told to @madamsnape921 in an IM:

the thing was gonna start that someone sees Rafael proposing to the reader, and tells a tabloid that Raul Esparza is engaged to some rando. Because they think that it was him. And then Rafa, the reader and Chloe start to discuss on how either it's a multiverse thing, or a doppelganger thing because it turns out that Rafael and Raúl are very similar, like personality traits and the Broadway dream, except that Raul's childhood was basically the opposite of Rafael's so Chloe THINKS that Raul is Rafael from a "multiverse".

Right and then Raul goes to Rafael's office to confront him and then the reader and Chloe are there to take Rafael out to lunch and they're like holy shit!

And Rafael is super uncomfortable with the idea of the reader EVER being in a show with Raul because obviously they're like the same person and Raul probably has more in common with her

Oh and also Raul is five years younger, and thinner. So then Raul's like you shouldn't listen to him, I could really help you with your career.

Annnnd that's all I have so far.

Okay so read this really and tell me you honest opinion.

Screw it putting the tag list:

Tag List

@madamsnape921

@lolliepopsicle

@chasingeverybreakingwave

@milkshqke

@wanniiieeee

@word-scribbless

@gibbs274

@sassyada

@aprildecker-blog

@bookishfanfic

@stars-in-the-skies-world

@stars-trash-18

@omgsuperstarg

You were walking towards the exit of Central Park hand in hand with your now fiancee, when all of a sudden two giggling girls came running up to you.

“Oh my god!!!!! Raul we didn’t know you had a girlfriend!” One of them started squealing.

“Fiancee,” He corrected. “Wait I’m sorry, what? Did you just call me Raul?”

“Uh...yeah, duh,” One of the girls made a face. “Raul Esparza?”

“What?” You bursted out laughing. “I’m sorry, you think he’s Raul Esparza?”

“Um, we know he is,” The other one crossed her arms.

“Um, no he isn’t!” You wrapped your arm around Rafael protectively, as if the two girls were going to kidnap him or something.

“I can promise you ladies, I am not-- whoever you just said,” Rafael assured them.

“Why are you doing this? Are you trying not to embarrass your lady friend here?” One of the girls made a weird face at you.

“Wha? No--” Rafael tried to defend himself but the girls were already clearly ticked off.

“Wow, I have heard of actors trying to get away from fans but completely pretending to be another person, that’s pretty low Raul,” One of them glared at Rafael.

“Yeah, it wouldn’t have taken you much effort to just take a selfie with us,” The other one added with a scowl.

“I...um--” He looked to you for help, but you just shrugged. You had no idea how to handle such a weird situation.

“I guess we can take one--” He offered.

“Oh no, forget it now,” One girl scoffed.

“Yeah, jerk!” The other one stomped her foot and they both sauntered away angrily.

-----------

“...What the hell was that?” Rafael looked at you in utter confusion and disbelief, you just gave him a “wtf” smile.

“I have no idea baby--”

“Oh my god, are you guys ok?” Chloe suddenly came running up behind you. “What the hell did those teeny boppers want? To rob you with water guns or something?”

“No they-- they wanted a selfie?” Rafael was still confused, trying to figure out what just happened.

“A selfie? With you?” Chloe snorted.

“No-- With Raul Esparza,” You looked at her with a confused smile. It was pretty entertaining to think that your fiance looked like a Broadway star.

“I don’t get it, you said that I didn’t even look like him!” Rafael looked at you.

“I mean I said I didn’t see it, and that you were more handsome,”

“....Yeah well you might wanna rethink that answer babe,” Chloe’s eyes were wide as she handed you her phone. She had googled RAUL ESPARZA, and the images that popped up were-- Rafael’s face.

“Oh my God…” You whispered, showing Rafael the phone. He quickly pulled out his own and started searching for himself. You handed Chloe back her phone and did the same. Pages and pages of articles about Raul Esparza’s shows, and accelaides, and all with Rafael's face plastered all over them.

“He’s….me,” Rafael whispered in horror.

“He looks more like you than you do!” You teased, he looked at you with a very serious face. Clearly he was not ready to joke about this yet.

“Holy shit. This is some multiverse shit,” Chloe muttered as she went through her Google search.

“Excuse me?” You asked her.

“You know, the multiverse theory? There’s an infinite amount of universes in every decision anyone ever makes.”

“Meaning…?” Rafael asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Chloe raised an eyebrow. “Raul could be Rafael, if he hadn’t given up on his Broadway dream,”

“Oh my god,” Rafael started laughing. “Chloe, did you get loaded in the park or something?”

“Oh okay, so you have a better idea, big brain lawyer?” She crossed her arms.

“He might not, but I do,” You piped up, showing her your phone.

“Doppelgangers?” Chloe read with a face.

“Yes, it’s a fact that there are 5 people in the world with the EXACT same face,” You continued reading.

“And he just happens to live in New York, where Rafael lives? AND is on Broadway, the one thing Rafael gave up?”

“Look sure it’s a million to one shot that those events would line up, but what’s more plausible: Doppelganger or ‘Multiverse’?” You looked at Chloe, who looked at Rafael, so you turned to Rafael as well.

“...Wha--are you asking me?” He asked.

“I mean it is your face,” You shrugged. “What do you think, baby?”

“I’m leaning towards a doppelganger, sorry Chloe,” He shrugged as well.

“Yeah well, you’re probably right,” Chloe nodded as she read her own phone, still on Raul Esparza info. “Most likely because he’s five years YOUNGER than you,”

“WHAT?!” Rafael grabbed her phone; as he read it, his face fell. “Oh God, no…”

“Wha--What does it matter how old he is, Rafa?” You furrowed your brows.

“Or the fact that he’s clearly thinner and more attractive,” Chloe added with a smirk.

“CHLOE,” You scolded her. “What the ever loving fuck?”

“Well, I’m just saying-- Look at them side by side,” Chloe had a photo of Rafael from some mayor’s ball next to Raul Esparza at the Tonys, both in tuxedo’s. You wouldn’t admit to Rafael but Raul was definitely thinner, and...he looked a lot younger. It was probably Botox or something you were sure, but still….

“Okay but again WHY does it matter--?” You wanted to change the subject.

“Are you kidding me? Y/N-- This is what you want to do!” He gestured to Chloe’s phone.

“....I don’t want Raul--” You started.

“No, you want to be on Broadway though!! And, and what if someday, God forbid, you end up in a show with this guy? He clearly already has a leg up on me compatibility wise, and as Chloe so kindly pointed out, a leg up on me age and attractiveness wise, and--” Rafael started ranting and rambling, talking lightening fast, as he did when he got upset or excited.

“Whoa whoa whoa whoa, back up there counselor,” You put up a hand to his face. “Are you actually insinuating that if I worked with Raul Esparza, that I would magically fall in love with him?”

“Don’t say it like that,” Rafael was triggered by the mention of magic and love.

“Okay but I’m not even saying ‘magic’ magic, I’m just saying-- What do you think because he’s an actor, and younger than you I’m just going to think I’m better off with him? Just because he has your face?” You gave him a small “oh honey” smile as you placed your hands on either of his face.

“No, but if you have to play his love interest, and you spend every day with him, it might blur the lines--” He started grumbling.

“Rafael, baby--” You shook his head in your hands. “I am still in SCHOOL. I am nowhere NEAR being in a Broadway show as a freaking techie, let alone a love interest starring opposite Raul Esparza,”

“Yeah, I mean this guy is huge-- 3 Tonys, 2 Emmys, an Oscar--” Chloe rattled off, but stopped when she realized you were glaring at her. “What? I’m helping!”

“...See? He’s far too famous for me,” You pressed your forehead to Rafael’s.

“Right, and I’m just the lowly ADA,” He muttered.

“Lowly my ass, Rafa,” You hit him playfully. “You are the most respected ADA in all of New York,”

“I’m the only ADA of New York,” He made a face.

“Not true! Just the city,” You beamed, proud of yourself you did some research once you had gotten together.

“My point is Rafael,” You now put your hands on his collar and pulled yourself into him. “You are all the acclaim I need,” You kissed him softly. “You’re my everything, I mean for fuck’s sake you just held a one man flash mob to propose to me! Let’s Raul Esparza do THAT,” You laughed, hoping to make him feel better. As his scowl melted into a smile, you knew you had succeeded.

“That was pretty romantic wasn’t it?” He beamed, proud of himself.

“It was EPIC,” Chloe chimed in, for good this time.

“Your voice is beautiful by the way,” You had forgotten in the midst of all of the romantic hubbub to compliment him. “I’m really sorry you had to give up Broadway,”

“Yeah, well-- apparently some part of me didn’t,” He gestured to his phone.

“Well he doesn’t have me,” You pointed out.

“He doesn’t know what he’s missing.” Rafael grinned as he pulled you into a deep kiss.

“Now can we please just forget about--” You hesitated, deciding not to mention his name again. “Anything else, and just focus on our engagement night?”

“Well, I suppose--” He nodded as he put an arm around you, and the three of you continued to walk through the park.

-------

Across town in a swanky New York Penthouse, an alert went off on Raul Esparza’s phone. He had it set to notify him any time his name appeared in a headline on the internet. He glanced over and picked it up, reading the notification. As he read it, his eyes widened and his face grew red. He stood up and yelled to no one in particular,

“Who the FUCK is trying to impersonate me?!”

#rafael barba #rafael barba imagine #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba fanficton #raul esparza fanfiction #but not really #anon ask #black magic #doppelganger #law and order svu fanfiction

[enbeemagical]

The Snake and the Star chapter 9 teasers, stars above Xadia how does this go so fast??

Loki SAD 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Aaravos ALSO SAD 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Aaravos doesn't lie, except to himself

Loki needs more adaranium because, um, reasons that definitely aren't wanting to go back for Aaravos, nope

Magefam reunion, but Aaravos is all analytical

Look, Loki's trying ok?

Trying to get more adaranium

Because um it could be useful for Probably Lots Of Things definitely not Just In Case he finds Aaravos again

"Darkness stirs, and wakes" ....the next part of the spell, apparently

....you might wanna skip this part if you're squicked or triggered by bugs, especially on people's faces

Loki Sneaky

Loki can steal things

I would say bad Loki, only VERY GOOD LOKI

Oooooh and now the next part of Aaravos's spell is complete

Aaravos can see Viren, and Viren can see him

Loki's magic isn't working quite right...

Aaravos Bossy; Viren Bratty

Loki's magic is working very not right

Flashback to chapter 1

Another Startouch power!?

Astral projection limits: gravity is not one :D

Look, this is HARD. I need to do the little jokes and smileys in order to finish this dang thing

Aaravos cannot see Loki

Then he sees an illusion of Loki

Then the illusion touches him

Moon illusions are intangible

Loki Amgery

Loki Not Amgery, not at Aaravos

Aaaaaawwww

Aaravos promises (👀)

"Not at you, or never for long."

Mages need sleepy~

The couch is not very comfortable

Lullabies, aaaaaawwww

Crow, this bit's kinda for you ^_^

Li'l bit of angst, but we're ok :')

Flurfy <3

@alls-fair-in-pride-and-prejudice @the-phantom-author @olivenight17 @shiniestcrow @perlelas @dragonprincekindaofficial @fan4evr12 @sombra-wateva @13-secret-poems @angieisalive ​ @disasterinpink @lighting-the-fires @vanilleeistee @aquaa-7 @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore  @awesomecass2000 @december-rains @friedrich-the-gay @phoenixica24 @skyfireflight @jal-the-jinxed @arcadialedger @siriuslyremus @logandeservesbetter @iabandonedmybois @kaia001 @hi-short-for-hello @lotus-eyedindiangoddess ​ @nutslovesdolts ​@kellatron55  @plumblueflower y'all still interested in reading?

@mxmonster any interest?

I should also note that, since last week's chapter/teaser posts didn't get many notes, anyone who doesn't like/reply to this post or the actual chapter will be taken off the taglist because I don't want to bother you. No pressure, just letting you know. 💚💜

Enjoy your weekend!!

#the snake and the star #tsats teasers #tsats tag list #chapter 9 teasers #chapter 9 #loki #mcu loki #loki mcu #aaravos #tdp aaravos #aaravos tdp #marvel cinematic universe #the dragon prince #crossover #lokivos #loki x aaravos #why they so cute #btw the-phantom-author we might have a new ship name for ya 👀👀 #uhhhhh #see if you can guess

[patrice-bergerons]

okay so it's like general questions but still i wanna know your opinions if you are ok with sharing them of course: what are some of your favorite tropes that are considered 'underused'? and tropes that you think are overrated or just really bad? and when you read fanfictions from your favorite fandoms, do you have a preference; i mean do you only read canon divergent or do you like au settings too? or as long as it doesn't have the tropes you don't like would you read anything? i hope this all made sensehahah thankyou very much 😘😘😘

Oooh what a wonderful ask -- here you go anon.  let me answer your last two questions first, since the favourite / worst tropes part got very long and needed a keep reading cut.

I am wide open to different settings whether it be canon compliant or divergent or aus! I care in descending order of importance that a fic: doesn’t have any of my squicks, nails characterization well, and as an added bonus uses my fave tropes.  But I will very much so read a fic that has the first two items but not necessarily my favourite tropes and read very happily.  

Similarly, when I’m gifted fic - if anyone cares enough to write fic ~for me~ then as long as it doesn’t have my squicks i will read it very happily indeed and probably love the writer forever. 

Favourite Tropes These are less...underused and more no matter how much material there is out there, there could always be more because i love them

h/c: nothing beats some good old fashioned whump and the subsequent comfort; i am also a sucker for emotional h/c.  lately i’ve been fascinated by the idea of unlikely people comforting one another (whether they are enemies, not that close, just coworkers - sky is the limit)

there is only one bed: need i say more; this trope is GOLD.  enhanced by a strong side dish of “oh we don’t even like each other” or a nightmare leading to slight h/c or even just good old fashioned we woke up cuddling.

arranged marriage: the sheer enemies-to-lovers potential of this trope...there isn’t enough of it in the world mmm.

and then they were roommates!: need i say more r.2 (altho once again, i like the slightly angstier flavour of i don’t even like you urgh to oooo more than the super gentle friends-to-lovers variety)

accidental cat parents OR one of the characters has turned into a cat

lastly, this is kinda jonmartin specific but could apply to any two characters who grow and change over time: i love the idea of mismatched jonmartins where they are either from different time points or different universes and they have to work together or find common ground.

Tropes Not For Me I don’t consider any of these tropes /bad/ per se, they are just not for me and I do not read fic that heavily focuses on them.

most dark fic: non-con, dub-con, slavery, incest, underage etc. these are actual squicks. 

mpreg and a/b/o: nope.  also squicks.

pure, toothrotting fluff: what can i say, im an angst monster man :D if it is like, short (<3k) and im in the mood I will read it but otherwise i need just a little bit of angst to balance things out before I fall into a sugar coma. 

soulmate aus: ooh, soulmate aus.  i have some conceptual quibbles with the concept because relationships require a lot of effort and involve uncertainty and a lot of soulmate fic bypasses all that hard work to say and then they were destined to be together! and call it a day, but. i have read and enjoyed fics with this trope when they were done well in the past.

#this ask kinda got away from me rip #Anonymous

[incarnateirony]

Thing is, I once enjoyed your meta, was part of the "positivety police". But when you started attacking ppl who want more to see DeanCas as canon, I didn't understand your aggressivety. Nowadays, I only see the likes of you and Casgirlsam defending win*est, reblogging win*est, arguing how stupid Destiel shippers don't appreciate Win*est, even though it was the most famous ship or sth. Saying how everyone against it is just purity police. That's why no one takes you serious anymore. And it's sad

Oh look more bullshit. *looks high and low for anywhere i defend wincest*

*encourages my blog followers to look high and low for anywhere i defend wincest*

Oh you mean that time i told people to stop dogpiling a nonaggressive person in fandom minding her own fucking business while saying i dont like the ship but she doesn't deserve you being a bunch of thundercunts? That person who doesn't hang out with the aggressive shippers that attack people? Who literally was so respectful she didnt just tag everything but made a side account for her squick ship so others didn't have to see it, and mysteriously you go out of your way to look at while claiming to hate and be triggered by it?

You seem to be confusing "thinking you have no right to relentlessly assault someone in their own space" with "defending a ship i have been extremely vocal against", and, in irony, you even can't control yourself while I'm flagging your IP and interactions enough to approach your ISP for service termination on its harassment clause.

By the way-- "positivity police" ends at me not accepting abusive cankers like YOU coming into MY space or speaking up when you get SO OUT OF HAND you negatively impact someone's mental state, which you show zero empathy for right now.

As if anyone from yeshims ring, who use that phrase, were ever friends of mine anyway.

The world is literally burning, people are dying by the hundreds of thousands, protests are worldwide, and you're online trying to manufacture drama. Given you at least stopped libeling the lgbt author with shit you made up here at least. Now try that for the other made up garbage. Find something constructive to do.

This is the last ask I'll actually respond to from you, statcounter quantifies engagements you send even if I don't reply and I'm not gonna clutter my blog with negativity you are DESPERATELY seeking platform with. I'm sure you'll cry POSITIVITY POLICE WAHHHHH for me not giving you that platform and taking up space on my blog that NEWS FLASH, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO ANYWAY. People don't come to my blog to read made up drama bullshit. Traffic slow on yours, it seems. If you weren't insufferable maybe you'd have enough platform to make up shit and get the attention you're after on your own blog. Try it some time.

My blog is not a ship war blog. Get it through your thick head or I'll have your ISP get it through your head for you.

If you think not having free right to someone else's space for abuse is "positivity police" you have some deeper problems going on and definitely aren't welcome at my blog till you clean that shit up. My tolerance for abusive personalities are negative-nothing.

And no son. Someone defending their own space and voice firmly isn't abuse. That's the narrative an abuser tries to spin, so lemme head you off there. I can and will drag you folks that wanna be big and bad @ me. You're used to getting away with it on other blogs with other personalities. I have been trialed by real life events that make these pitiful attempts laughable. Deal with it.

Get over yourselves. You're an anon nobody. I'm not gonna get on the lgbt history deletion train because some anon coward wants to spam my inbox. I will not go down on that wrong side of history. I am not part of your ship war hype you are mapping out in anon all the ways you are addicted to the war, not the content. To the attention, not the value. That aint this blog.

This behavior even looks ridiculous to most people in highschool. And i don't know about you, but i graduated high school a LONG fucking time ago. Actually more than an entire K-12 over again ago. This is not a blog for children; not because i post explicit content, which I don't, but because it's centered on discourse of politics, theology, history and yes, bodies of text. Not bored kids who can't figure out how to be constructive and spend their entire day fabricating nonsense to flatter themselves with digital pissing matches. I spend my days phone banking and fundraising for dozens of progressive organizations to liberate people but please, go off that your random nonsense that you literally make up is somehow woke.

That's not to say people under 18 aren't allowed at all. Again, i have no explicit content. Some people under 18 are mature. That is not what I'm calling children. I'm calling people that act like children, children. And i don't care if they're 22 when they do it.

[permanentcrossfics]

Thirty-Six Hours Ago and One Rumor Later.... // h.s.

A little late to Tumblr due to duties to an animal friend, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. x

“Warm enough now?”

You nodded, lips turned down at the corners.

“Gonna talk to me?”

You looked at him, blinking owlishly, and his mouth twitched.

“S’a ‘no’, then?”

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Harry bit his tongue and chewed out the frustration in it. “Me neither, really,” he said lightly. “But we should. And you know how much I hate talking.”

How long had it taken him to kiss you in that bakery? To turn up again after you’d spent the night with him because he was going mad and couldn’t stop thinking about you when he should have?

“Shoe’s on the other foot, now, innit?”

You flashed him a close-mouthed smile.

“You don’t read the Daily Mail,” he said. “Why’d you start now?”

Read now on Patreon // Tumblr // Wattpad

Thirty-six hours ago, there’d been sunshine. Thirty-six hours ago, Harry had been soaking up warmth with sunnies perched on his nose and the wide Californian sky stretching endlessly above him. Now, he could hardly see his garden through the thick London rain pouring down in buckets outside his window, and every now and then, he shivered despite his slouchy jumper. Even inside his house, the damp chill afflicted his bones — a harsh welcome back from his homeland.

In his very recent memory, the dark, gloomy weather would’ve left him climbing the walls and scheming his way back across the pond, but lately, it was London he’d been craving. England was home — his childhood, his mother, his sister, they were all there. Friends made home for him around the world, but this one had his name on it.

This one had you.

Harry glanced at his window when wind changed and the rain pelted the glass more directly, the fat drops frosting the panes. He’d yet to see you since he’d landed — you had uni and couldn’t take off in the middle of the week, and he was trying to wrap some work up to be able to put it away for the weekend. You’d made a plan together for you to come in on the train, and he’d promised to pick you up — one simple pleasure he’d allow himself regardless of the risk of a feeding frenzy in public — but it was days until you’d be here, and he found himself wishing he’d booked a room somewhere near your university. You could’ve stayed with him, even. He’d have been an all too willing revisions partner, and he was sure you’d remember every detail you two discussed.

Eyes burning and scratching the back of his neck just underneath where his hair was gathered up, Harry turned back to his laptop, index fingers poised over the keys. Just a few more days. He’d made it this long, he could make it a little longer with the knowledge you were at least closer without having to struggle with a time difference. There was a film on that weekend he’d like to take you to, and he’d like to cook you dinner if you’d—

Ding-dong-ding-dong.

Hands still frozen mid-sentence above his laptop, Harry frowned, glancing sideways at his front door without turning his neck. Who knew he was back? Next to no one. His mother was home, Nick was on holiday, and he’d purposefully held off on telling anybody else he’d returned to keep the pool small in an effort to stave off the welcome back invitations to pop next door to the pub. Post? His mum sent him things sometimes if she thought he’d like them, but he’d seen the truck puttering along the road when he’d gone for a jog earlier.

The doorbell rang again and he stared, paranoia starting to itch his skin. The knock that followed had him all but flying to the door, heart racing, and he peeped through the hole to confirm his suspicions, already grinning when he twisted the lock.

“Where’s your umbrella got to?”  

The hood over your head offered at least some protection from the weather, but the rest of you was drenched. Rain was dripping off you just like his roof, and your blue jeans were a darker shade than he remembered those particular ones being. Your trainers looked soaked, and you were shaking like a leaf, teeth chattering, but your mouth was sullen when you wordlessly held out a rolled up newspaper.

“What’s this?” he asked, unfurling it. Instantly, his stomach dropped so hard and fast it landed in China. There, on the front page, was a blurry, overexposed photo of a hulking man with a woman in a short dress. Her face was turned, but neither of you needed to see her face to know it wasn’t you, and the name of the restaurant he’d been at thirty-six hours ago was more incriminating than even the headline.

Opening his door wider, Harry stepped back, jerking his head in invitation. For a moment, it looked like you were going to run, and his muscles tensed in preparation to sprint after you. To his relief, you strode past him instead, trainers squeaking on the hardwood floor.

“Tea?”

Without waiting for an answer, he skirted around you and headed for the kitchen. “Should shower, too,” he said, throwing the paper on a chair. “It’s cold and you’re—“ Wet. “—soaked to the bone.”

He dragged two heavy mugs from his cupboard and set them on the counter with successive clunks before flicking the kettle on and opening the fridge for the milk. He could feel your eyes on him from the doorway, and he was growing progressively hotter under his jumper, but he refused to engage until the pop of the box of teas wasn’t the loudest sound in the room. They plinked against the porcelain when he threw them in, and he eyed the kettle, waiting for the switch to pop.

‘“Tea’?”

Harry stiffened and closed his eyes briefly to brace himself.

“‘Shower’?” you asked shrilly.

He turned, weary, to where you were dripping water on his kitchen floor.

“That’s all you can say?”

“S’all I’m gonna say now, yeah,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Because we’re gonna talk about this.”

You laughed, a breathless, derisive little noise, and sniffed, rubbing your nose. “Sure,” you said. “Let’s talk.”

The kettle whistled angrily behind him, and when the switch clicked off, he poured the boiling water over the teabags.

“Some milk’s there, if you want it,” he said. “Sugar’s in the bowl.”

He took his own mug back to the living room and when he’d sat himself on the couch and set the mug to the side, you followed, hands empty and wet trainers squelching against the floor.

“D’you wanna sit down?”

He glanced at you briefly before punching his password in on his laptop.

“Not really, no.”

Harry inhaled sharply but pursed his lips and nodded, navigating to his browser.

“Do you have anything to say?” you asked.

“Few things,” he said. “Can I ask when you started taking the Daily Mail seriously?”

“When they started running pictures of my—“ You stopped short and gulped. “When they ran a photo of you. With her. Whoever she is.”

“Think that’s something I’d do?”

His stomach turned just asking the question, but he had to ask. He had to know.

“I didn’t,” you whispered.

He clenched his jaw and nodded.

“Can I ask—“ you choked and his chest tightened. “Can I ask when you decided to do that?”

“I didn’t.” He cleared his throat. “And you know I wouldn’t.” Harry looked up at last, and, doing his best to ignore your welling eyes, he gestured for you to come forward.

“Why?”

Your voice cracked with accusation but he held his hand out still.

“Because I’ve gotta show you summat,” he rasped. “And we’re not gonna fix this unless y’see it.”

You were stubborn — he’d given you that before, and he’d give it to you a million times over. He held you gaze unwaveringly, though, and finally, you teetered forward.

Squick, squick, squick.

Harry tilted his laptop towards you, headline after headline on a page of search results. “How many of these d’you reckon are true?” he asked.

Your eyes flickered down the screen.

“How many of these d’you remember laughing at with me in Mandeville’s?”

Your lower lip quivered. “I saw the— there’s a photo, Harry, and you had that shirt—“

“D’you know some people get my tattoos exactly?” he asked. You looked at him and back at the screen. “They do. Down to—“ He waved the back of his left hand. “How many people do you think have seen Harry Styles somewhere in Miami, or Ibiza just recently?”

Your throat bobbed.

“They can do anything they want, pet,” he said. “They can say anything, they can… anything that gets them a story, and a click, and a pound. And you know that, just like y’know I wouldn’t do that.”

You bit your lip, which was vibrating by that point, and took deep, slow breaths, hands in fists at your sides.

“Wouldn’t try like this for hardly anyone else,” he said, running his hand around his mouth. “But it’ll tear us apart if you let it, and I can’t… I’ve gotta know you trust me, cause they say a lot of shit about me. And about you, too. And—” Harry cleared his burning throat, but whatever was stuck in it refused to budge. “I’m not always going to be a train ride away to fix it and talk about it with you,” he said hoarsely. “S’what it is to be with me, and I told you that when we started this.”

You stamped your eyes shut and two tears fatter than the raindrops outside rolled down your cheeks.

“So I need you to trust me, because if you can’t, I don’t… I don’t….” Harry swallowed convulsively and fell silent. He couldn’t finish that thought out loud, because as much as he’d mean it if he did….

One minute, you were holding it together, and the next, your shoulders were shaking with quiet sobs, tears spilling in full force.

“I’m sorry!” you all but wailed under your breath, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so-so—”

The table nearly upended with how quickly he stood, and he caught one of the legs with his big toe on his way around it. He ignored the throb and his watering eyes, though, to wrap you in a tight embrace. The cold rainwater soaked into his socks and jumper, but he kept you nestled under his chin, rocking you in place through your sobs. After countless minutes of gentle shushes and kisses to your hairline, he murmured his suggestion for a shower again. This time, you nodded, and he held your elbow as you struggled to get your wet trainers off and he took your coat to hang it on a hook.

While you warmed up, he wiped down the puddles that had accumulated and set the kettle to boil again. By the time you got out, dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of his jogging bottoms rolled at the waist and cuffed to absurdity, he had a mug waiting for you the way you liked it, and you took it this time before fitting yourself under his arm.

“Warm enough now?”

You nodded, lips turned down at the corners.

“Gonna talk to me?”

You looked at him, blinking owlishly, and his mouth twitched.

“S’a ‘no’, then?”

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Harry bit his tongue and chewed out the frustration in it. “Me neither, really,” he said lightly. “But we should. And you know how much I hate talking.”

How long had it taken him to kiss you in that bakery? To turn up again after you’d spent the night with him because he was going mad and couldn’t stop thinking about you when he should have?  

“Shoe’s on the other foot, now, innit?”

You flashed him a close-mouthed smile.

“You don’t read the Daily Mail,” he said. “Why’d you start now?”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “I didn’t,” you said. “It was there, and I saw the headline and the photo, and….” You paused, but he kept quiet so you could gather your thoughts. “I’m under a lot of… there’s a lot going on, with uni and other things.”

“What other things?” he asked, because last he’d heard, everything was fine, but you shook your head.

“All I’ve been thinking of are reasons why—“ you gulped several times. “—why you’d want to leave. You come home, and I can’t even….” Your face crumpled. “I can’t even be here, and that’s not… why wouldn’t you get sick of that?” You sniffled and composed yourself before looking at him with a shrug, eyes full. “So when I saw that, I thought… well, why not?”

“But you know I wouldn’t,” he said.

“Doesn’t matter what I know,” you said, shaking your head. “Because why wouldn’t you go with someone who could be there?” you asked.

“I’m the one always having to run off, aren’t I?” he asked.

“But I can’t run with you,” you whispered.

“You’re there,” he murmured. “You’re here. When it counts, you’re here,” he said, touching your chin when you looked down. “Hey. Took a train to kick me in the ass. That’s all I need to know.”

You swallowed hard and he kissed your forehead. “M’gonna go lie down,” he said. “Jet lag is killing me, and you’ll be carrying me to bed if I don’t go now. Why don’t you join me, hmm?”

Nodding, you set your mug down and he locked his fingers with yours to pull you to the bedroom. “Just for a little bit,” he said, flinging the duvet back for you to crawl in. “Just for….”

Harry trailed off, settling in bed, head spinning when it hit the pillow. “C’mere,” he mumbled. “Come have a cuddle.”

You fit your body in against his, back to his front, and the last thing he remembered saying was, “Promise t’always talk t’me when you’re… when you’re scared…” into your hair and under his breath before everything spun into blackness.

***

It was still raining when Harry finally started to wake up — blissfully unaware of the time, but equally as aware of the rise and fall of your chest underneath his arm.

For the first time since he’d gotten home, he felt like he was. This was how you should’ve reunited.

Harry pushed his nose into your shoulder and nuzzled, inhaling the sleepwarm smell, but his eyes flew open as wide as they could when you scratched his arm lightly.

“Thought you were asleep?” he rasped. You yawned and smacked your lips, stretching out against him in his hold and shaking.

“Not anymore….”

You squirmed and wriggled until you were facing him, eyes closed and smiling contentedly.

“Hi,” you whispered.

Harry kissed your browbone. “Sleep well?” he asked against your skin.

You hummed, nodding, and wrapped your arm around his shoulders while pulling your leg high over his hip.

“Don’t really have to go back, do you?” he mumbled and you smiled wider, opening your eyes at last.

“Not a believer in higher education?”

“Never graduated myself, if you look online,” he chuckled.

“Wouldn’t believe everything I read,” you said, touching his face. He gripped your wrist gently and rubbed his thumb back and forth when you looked away.

“Get some things right,” he murmured. “Most of them say you’ve got me whipped.”

You lips quirked and you looked at him again, and he leaned in for a kiss. Soft, pert, he shifted to get closer. It was the first proper kiss he’d been able to give you, and you were welcoming receiving it as much as he was giving it.

“Can stay the night, can’t you?” he asked and you nodded, looping your other arm up around his neck. “Good….”

The suggestion of cooking you dinner died when he moved on top of you entirely and you hooked your legs around his waist, both of you dissolving into groans and each other. You were particularly aggressive, ankles locked and hands clapped firmly to his cheeks, and he got the distinct impression you were trying to make up for the afternoon.

“No, no,” he mumbled against your mouth. “Don’t have to…. Lemme…” he barely got out. “Lemme… I wanna….”

He was already crawling down your body under the duvet and pulling your underwear and his jogging bottoms down your thighs. You said his name, breathless but muffled by the blanket over his head, and you lifted your hips when he settled between your thighs. They tensed against his shoulders when he landed a kiss to your clit, and your hand clapped down over the back of his head when he pressed his tongue to it. He wanted this, but he wanted this for you. Something just for you to relieve the tension that’d boiled over.

Harry licked slowly, once, then twice, before languidly pulling your clit between his lips. You shifted and he gripped your thighs with his forearms to keep you in place, groaning and pressing in tighter. He chuckled when you squeezed your legs around his head and you dug your heels into the bed next to him, pushing your hips up while pushing the top of his head, but he stopped sucking for only a second to lick as deeply as he wanted to.

“Har—oh….”

His eyes watered when you drilled your fingers into his skull, and he felt the briefest rush of cool air before you reached under the blanket and dug your fingers into his hair, wrapping them tightly in the strands.

“Feel nice?” he mumbled more to himself than anyone else. “C’mon, pet, let’s make it better for you… s’make it better….”

You moaned, long and keening, when he slid his index finger in just under his mouth and hooked it up inside you, pulsing his finger until he found the spot that always had you bucking your hips like you would if you were riding him. You twisted but he held you tightly in place while adding another, and he pumped his fingers in a staccato rhythm while suckling with gentle vigor.

“S’it here?” Harry pressed his palm to your abdomen. “D’you feel it here?”

“Yes…!” you called out and he heard a thump followed by a choked gasp. “Harry, m’gonna cum, I’m… ah…!”

Not yet. Harry popped off, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth to suck instead, teeth digging in harshly even as your hips rocked fervently in search of his slowing fingers.

“Harry!” your cry was sharp and desperate and made a chill run through him despite the sweat on the back of his neck. “Harry, I—“

“Shh,” he kissed your clit again. “Shh, shh… we’re gonna make it a good one, aren’t we?” He rubbed circles over your abdomen. “Gonna make you feel it from right here.”

He sucked softly, laving his tongue up and down in featherlight strokes that had you sighing, but every time you tightened around his fingers, he slowed and you immediately cried your protest.

“Please… please….”

He pressed his mouth to your cunt. “D’you wanna cum?” he asked. “Y’making such a fucking mess already, pet.” He kissed the inside of your thigh. “Feel how wet my face is?” Harry laughed when you whimpered. “I know, I know, all right… c’mon.”

When he pulled your clit between his lips this time, he sucked strongly with wet, puckering sounds, and this time when you got closer around his fingers, he kept pumping, groaning with each buck.

“Yes!” you cried out and he stamped his eyes shut, that simple sound escalating the throb in his cock from steady to painful. “Yes, yes, yes… Harry… Harry, m’gonna cum, I— I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m—“

Your frantic cries dissolved into a garbled scream and you sat up, pressing down on the back of his head to the point he nearly suffocated, but if he died between your legs he didn’t think he’d mind. That would be a headline to read.

It was only when he felt the last pulses and you dropped back to the bed that he stopped sucking and pulled his fingers out to lick them off. “So good,” he mumbled, mouth full. “So… so good….”

He wiped his chin and scrambled up your body, throwing the duvet off his head and dropping down onto his elbows in his haste to kiss you. You pulled him in and clutched him close, panting against his mouth.

“Can….” You exhaled harshly. “I wanna… condom, we need….”

Clumsily, Harry opened the drawer on his bedside table and slapped around inside it until he pulled out a foil square.

“Remind me to get more,” he muttered before lifting off you so you could tug his jumper over his head. He shoved his jogging bottoms down his legs and struggled to kick them from around his ankles while kissing you.

Somehow, your shirt came off and the condom rolled on, and he choked when he finally pushed inside, pumping deeper with each tentative thrust. “God, that’s it…” he slurred, inhaling sharply. “Oh… fuck….” Long and drawn out, holding his breath through the wet sound of his cock moving in and out of you and the creak and thud of his bed against the wall. “Fit so good on me… so, so… oh, fuck….”

Teeth bared and jaw tight, he lowered his head slowly and tucked it into the crook of your neck, still thrusting. You gasped when he squeezed your breast, and he shuddered. “Christ, I—“ His mumbles were incoherent even to him — he could’ve been telling you anything and he wouldn’t know from how lost he was in chasing the feeling while trying not to be too rough, but every time you let out a cry that was a little sharper, he sputtered an apology, unsure he was succeeding.

“God, it’s coming,” he said, throat tight. “‘S in my balls, ‘s in my fucking—“

His next thrust was heavy, slamming into you, and he ground his way through his release, groaning pathetically into your skin.

“Shit! Sh-shit!” High and reedy, he spluttered, hips jerking and cock sensitive even through the latex. His swears dissolved into wordless grunts when he finally slowed, muscles giving way, and he held you tight beneath him before he relaxed. “M’gettin’ off you, just… a minute… one minute.” Like a sack of sand, he dropped to the side, panting, head spinning like it would’ve if he’d drank his weight in alcohol. “‘L cook… cook you dinner if you… if you’d like,” he said. “Was gonna… I just gotta… f’you give me, like—“

You patted his arm, breath hitching. “Just get a takeaway,” you said. “Just….”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence, but he nodded anyway. “Can do that,” he said. “Drive you back in the morning, too.”

“Don’t have to—“

“Wanna,” he said, biting down gently on your shoulder. “Give them summat to write about if they’re gonna run their fucking fingers.”

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Lukadrinette - Part 10

Because I lost all of my bookmarks when I moved to a new computer, and because Tumblr is such a pure, good, well-functioning website, I cannot find most of my posts for this story, so I have finally decided to post it to Ao3. I will leave the original posts as they are here on Tumblr, and if you can find them, great. If not, it’s now listed under:

My Sweet Blueberry Sandwich

(ff.net link to come)

(If anyone has any suggestions for tags, I am more than willing to hear them! I still suck at tagging.)

I will post a chapter a day until we catch back up, but no promises for after that. Hopefully, NoNaWriMo will be good to me this year.

That being said, enjoy! (Nothing too explicit this time but I’m still gonna put it under the cut, and yes, I did write this chapter before “Desperada” came out, so I was laughing REALLY hard during that episode.)

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Adrien was not pouting, thank you very much.

After all, how could he be? Here he was, with the girl of his dreams and the boy who’d made him question his sexuality, eating thick, hot soup after a day filled with fantastic sex. He was certainly not panicking internally on all the many ways he could’ve screwed this up already, or mentally listing all the things he could buy them to make them let him stay for just one more day, or—

“How long are we gonna play the silent game?” Marinette asked. Adrien’s eyes flew to her face to see her smirking at him as she tore her bread in two.

“I—uh… was too busy eating!” he said quickly, digging into his soup for another bite. “It’s really good!”

The look she and Luka gave him told him he still wasn’t fooling anyone.

“I… um… what do you wanna talk about?” he asked timidly.

“Hmm….” Marinette tapped her lips with her spoon as she pondered. Her eyes lit up. “Celebrity fantasy hook-ups! Who would you want if you could have anyone?”

Are you kidding? I’m kinda living it right now, Adrien thought silently. Out loud he answered, “You guys know I’m a celebrity, right? And that I’ve actually had celebrity hook-ups?”

“Yeah, but not fantasy celebrity hook-ups,” Marinette teased.

“This isn’t fair,” Luka complained. “You already know mine!”

“Huh?” Adrien raised an eyebrow at him questioningly. Luka grinned and pointed at him, then Marinette, and then raised his fingers to his eyes in a blatant imitation of a mask.

“Oh,” Adrien said, ducking his head so they couldn’t see him blush. He had a feeling he’d be donning some sort of Chat Noir costume in the very near future, and honestly, he wasn’t against it. It would certainly be nice to Mari in her spots again….

“Oh, come on,” Marinette pouted. “You’re telling me neither of you have even entertained thoughts of a Jagged Stone/Clara Nightingale threesome?!”

Both boys thought about it and shook their heads.

“Clara’s too perky,” Adrien said, “don’t get me wrong, her flexibility is… amazing. But no, she’d probably try to sing to me while—yeah.” He shook his head again.

Luka snickered. “Note to self, don’t try to sing to Adrien while fucking him,” he said, pretending to write on his hand. Adrien made a face and chucked a piece of bread at him, pleased when his lover caught it in his mouth.

“As for me,” Luka said, swallowing, “Jagged Stone is no-go territory, babe.”

“You were happy enough to meet him,” Marinette said, scowling.

“True. True,” Luka nodded. “He’s been my idol for as long as I can remember. But…,” he winced a bit. “When I was little, my mom… hinted heavily that he was my dad.”

“WHAT?!” Marinette and Adrien both stood up, shocked. Luka held up his hands.

“She wouldn’t confirm anything. And she left that part of my damn birth certificate blank, so there’s no way to know unless I ask him for a paternity test—which I am NOT gonna do,” he added quickly, shaking a finger in Marinette’s direction. She puffed her cheeks at him angrily.

“But—”

“Babe, I am all grown up,” he said, grabbing her hand and rubbing it soothingly. “If I ask him now, the press will catch it, and they’ll make it look like the band is trying to land some sort of favoritism angle. I’m not doing that to them. Especially not now.”

“But, Luka—” Marinette tried again.

“Besides, the test could always come up negative,” he pointed out. “Just let me dream.”

She still looked upset.

“Ugh, now I’m not gonna be able to fantasize about him either,” she pouted, sinking back into her chair.

“Are we doing something wrong, to make you want to fantasize about other guys?!” Adrien exclaimed, also sitting.

“He’s too old for you anyway,” Luka added, winking. “Unless you’ve got a daddy kink you haven’t told me about.”

“Ewww, gross!”

“NOPE!” Adrien said, loudly enough to make them both pause. He held up his hands in surrender. “Sorry, guys, but that’s a hard no from me. If you guys are gonna be doing any ‘daddy’ roleplays, I can’t be a part of it. Just—no.” He shuddered.

Marinette wrinkled her nose. “Ugh, I can see why,” she said. Adrien’s hopes rose a little. If anyone could understand just how deep this ‘squick’ went, it would be her.

“Don’t worry, Adrien,” Luka said, nodding at him. “It’s a hard no from me too.”

“No daddy kinks all around,” Marinette agreed, raising her glass high. They sealed the agreement with a toast, clinking their glasses together.

“So, Adrien,” Luka said, looking thoughtful. Adrien’s pulse spiked. “If you wanna—”

“What’s that sound?” Marinette interrupted, looking around.

Adrien and Luka also fell silent, listening. Adrien felt himself flush when he realized his phone was buzzing. He dug it out of the pants Marinette had forced him and Luka to put on after they’d tried to jump her while she was cutting vegetables. (He was personally glad Ladybug’s Lucky Charms had all been innocuous objects. Mari with a weapon was scary!)

The caller ID had him groaning, though.

Erica.

How dare she call him after ghosting him last night and leaving with another man?

“Your girlfriend?” Luka guessed.

“Ex,” Adrien corrected, growling. “I don’t deal with cheaters and she knew it. We were over the moment she left the club without me.” He moved to put the phone back in his pocket.

“Answer it,” Marinette said, exchanging a wicked smirk with Luka. “Put it on speaker.” Adrien blinked at her, then obeyed, feeling a little thrill go through him when they both abandoned their seats to come stand behind him.

“Adrien?!” Erica’s shrill voice filled the air. “Oh my God, why haven’t you been answering your phone?!”

“Because I didn’t notice you called,” he said. It was a lie, he’d seen it when he’d checked his messages earlier, he just hadn’t cared enough to call her back. He gasped. Marinette had just run her fingers through his hair, with extra emphasis on the nails against his scalp.

Oh sweet Jesu! If it had been a hard no from him with those other kinks, THIS was an exultant YES!

“Sorry, sweetie!” Marinette called, to his delight. “We’ve kinda been keeping him busy!” She scratched him again, and Adrien couldn’t hold back his moan.

“Who the hell—”

“Very busy,” Luka added on his other side, deepening his voice a bit and giving Adrien’s earlobe a quick nip. Both those actions sent a jolt right down the pit of his stomach. “We’d like to thank you for letting go of someone with such stamina! We’ve had quite the day!”

On the other end, Erica had gone conspicuously silent. Adrien pulled the phone closer to himself.

“So, uh, yeah,” he said softly, “as I’m sure you already know, we’re through.”

“How dare you!” she shrieked. “After everything I’ve done for you!” Marinette snorted in derision and started massaging his shoulders.

“What?” Adrien laughed, leaning back in his chair to relax against her minstrations. Oh, this was priceless. “What exactly have you ‘done for me?’”

“I—I—”

“Besides leaving me on my own so you can fuck another dude?”

“That’s—We’re just cousins!”

“Oh, kissing cousins?” Adrien laughed again. It would’ve actually been funny if he hadn’t heard that same excuse a thousand times over from his other casual encounters. “You had your tongue pretty far down his throat before you left, babe. Try another one.” Luka chuckled in approval and swirled his tongue around Adrien’s ear.

“Like this?” He whispered. Adrien wanted to whimper.

“Fine,” Erica seethed on the other end. “Fine! Be that way! Do your new partners realize how codependent you are?! How much you cling to whoever you’re fucking?!”

Luka and Marinette’s attentions stopped and Adrien felt his breath leave him. Oh God. Oh no. Please don’t let them…. He looked up at Marinette and Luka. They both still looked amused.

“That’s okay,” Marinette called towards the phone. “I like to cuddle!” To emphasize this, she wrapped her arms around Adrien’s shoulders. Relief and warmth flooded him. If he hadn’t already been sitting, he would’ve fallen over.

“And there’s two of us, so we should be able to handle it,” Luka added, kissing the top of Adrien’s head. He wanted to cry. It felt so good. He was safe, and happy, and loved—

“Oh, you are just sick!” his ex spat. “Boys and girls? It’s—it’s unnatural!”

Adrien stared at his phone in disbelief. She’d known he was bisexual from the start! She’d never seemed to have a problem with it before!!

“Somebody sounds jealous,” Marinette drawled.

“You’re a freak!”

“And you’re,” Luka leaned over to tap on Adrien’s phone, “cancelled.” He hung up on her and grinned at Adrien. “And that, my friend, is how you take out the trash.”

“Thanks, you guys,” Adrien said, letting out a shaky breath. “Usually my break-ups require a few more shouting matches and bottles of wine.”

And more of me sobbing into my pillow, he added silently.

“Aww,” Marinette cooed, holding him tighter, “poor Adrikins.”

Adrien gave a weak laugh. “Please don’t ever call me that again.”

“Only for Chloé, huh?” she pouted, pulling away.

He shot her a wry grin. “It just sounds weird when you say it.” To his surprise, her face softened.

“All right then, kitty,” she said softly. Adrien felt his heart leap, especially when she let him go and stroked his hair again. Yes! Yes, that one will do quite nicely, thank you! “Let’s get supper cleaned up and then we can go cuddle, okay?”

“Okay,” he whispered, leaning into her touch desperately.

“Why don’t you two go ahead,” Luka suggested. “I’ll clean up.” He started clearing the table.

“You sure?” Marinette asked, giving him a quick peck as he passed by.

“Yeah. You can,” he gave Adrien a suggestive smirk, “get him ready.” Adrien gulped, wondering just what they might have planned for him—

“No sex tonight,” Marinette suddenly declared.

“What?! Aww…” He and Luka made disappointed sounds.

“Nope,” she said firmly. “If we’re going to try for a real relationship here, we have to have more than just the physical. And since you two have already jumped the gun today—”

“I already apologized for that!” Luka protested.

“—then we need to have a session where everyone feels loved and accepted,” she finished, glaring at her blue-haired boyfriend. “So,” she turned on Adrien, “tonight we are going to cuddle your ‘codependent’ ass until you get some much-needed sleep.”

Adrien opened his mouth to retort, but then he closed it again. Who could argue with something like that?

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