#story: chance coincidence and luck

[monzamash]

ruin the friendship — charles leclerc

summary – maybe you were a little more than friends but that was between you, charles and god. nobody else. and you refused to be the one to break the pact. pairing – charles leclerc x you (female reader) rating – 18+ (smut, language, sexual references, probably bad french/italian) word count – 2.5k a/n – “we passed being friends like 20 fucks ago” requested by anon. thank you! masterlist

“Everybody get changed for dinner and we will meet downstairs at the restaurant in an hour. Le Bein?”

The group of nearly a dozen of Charles’ co-workers, employees and friends all nodded in agreement and went their separate ways in the foyer, buzzing about how beautiful the resort was. And it was truly magnificent. Extravagance fortified every wall, even the ceilings. Chandeliers dangling from the rafters above, sparkling and flaunting the huge amount of wealth that was stashed away in the Italian Alps. Eye-watering amounts of wealth.

You weren’t enamoured like the rest because simplicity was more your taste, minimalist living was the way of the future and you weren’t afraid to voice that to Charles as he walked up beside you, eyes trained on your rolling ones. His hand was dangerously hovering above your lower back, the large puffy jacket the only thing keeping his hot touch barricaded from your cool skin – he couldn’t help himself.

“It’s over the top but Ferrari is paying for all of it,” He whispered into your ear, too close for your comfort, especially around his brothers who were no doubt watching your every move – adamantly sceptical that you and Charles were just friends.

“I should report you for misuse of company funds, sir. And if anyone from work asks why I was here when we get back next week – it was a coincidence. Purely happenstance.”

“Si,” Charles drawlled, toggling between his native tongue and Italian, which always threw you off, “You coming up to my room after dinner will just be some luck too, yes?”

You could hear the smirk on his face before you let your eyes glance his way, breath tickling the hairs on the back of your neck and again, standing way too close for a pair of colleagues who, by chance, had accidentally found themselves in the same place, at the same time. That was the story and you were sticking with it. Unfortunately Charles was a horrible actor – that much was obvious since the moment he sparked up this unlikely romance with you but in his defence, his impulses were intensified after weeks of being away from you. And you felt the same.

The relationship wasn't exclusive by any stretch of the imagination in the beginning, but as time went on, you became loyal to each other. The friends with benefits label was a facade for the public and for your employment but deep down, you both knew there was more to your relationship than just sex. You knew each other so intimately and spent hours staying up ‘til dawn, sharing your deepest, darkest secrets. He made you feel safe, like you were more than just a girl who happened to work for the same company he worked for. It was easy to get swept up in the lavish lifestyle and reap the benefits that came with it but Charles saw you differently – saw life differently. And to him, you were the missing piece to his puzzle.

You were friends’ first – great friends but he was charming and by far the most attractive man you’d ever laid your two eyes on. And by some miracle, he felt the same way about you. But all of that meant your friendship had been compromised, your working relationship was hanging in the balance because if either of you caught feelings and made them public, then you’d have to report it to HR and you didn’t want to lose what you had.

Because sneaking around was kind of hot. Or really hot if you asked Charles and you didn’t want to burst his bubble. You weren’t that selfish and truth be told, you enjoyed the thrill of it. The secret glances from across a table when you were supposed to be taking notes, subtle touches whenever he complimented your suggestions in a meeting and riskiest of all, the quick fucks in his drivers’ room between qualifying blocks. That had unabashedly become a perk of your job and a scandal waiting to be blown wide open but you loved it.

“I think it might just be your lucky day, Leclerc,” You replied and looked away from the man who was seconds away from exposing your secret, calling off dinner and dragging you up to his room for dessert. But he was better than that and obviously he could control himself for a couple more hours. Surely. 

“See you soon then.”

He looked like a man tortured when you walked into the restaurant, all of your glorious curves swaying side to side, eyes on everyone but him. Since simplicity was your style, you’d gone classic – long, black satin skirt hiding the stilettos you wished you didn’t have to wear, paired with a black blazer and a white, lacy bustier top underneath. It was a fancy establishment, which meant everyone was done up to the nines, their best attire on display and you were pleasantly surprised that Charles hadn't caved to the pressure of appearances, marching to the beat of his own drum in a basic black tee. He still looked as delicious as the aperitini he’d already ordered for you, eagerly awaiting your arrival.

“For me?” You asked him politely, feigning surprise even though these were the little things he would do for you in place of physical touch.

“Of course.” He smiled, delighted that you took the seat directly across from him and not the one being offered to you by his annoying younger brother.

You are beautiful, he mouthed once everyone returned to their 'round the table small talk. You are. Charles had you blushing and fidgeting with your thin gold chain, as if it was first time he'd ever said that to you. It wasn't but it still had you squirming in your seat, grinning like a lunatic.

The 3-course dinner was sensational, and more than satisfied the hunger you’d conjured up during your long day on the slopes and Charles agreed wholeheartedly. He had also worked up quite the appetite retrieving you from the snow every time you stacked it, brushing the ice from your suit and cheeks, lingering longer than he should have. It was great fun but famishing once you all made it back to the resort.

“All my training has gone down the drain after that meal – my god.” Charles groaned and patted Andrea on the back with a mischievous smile, taunting his trainer and closest confidante. Andrea simply shook his head and muttered something to the effect of vaffanculo before disappearing into the bar with the others, sick of Charles' shit after being stuck with him in the Dolomites for the last 3 weeks.

You and Charles hung back from the group, both waiting for the other to send up the bat signal, or in your case, holding up the three-finger salute. Your first solo hang out – not a date – with Charles was watching the Hunger Games together, snuggled up with a glass of wine. Ever since, your signal to abort mission had been the sign used in that film and more recently it’d become your gesture for sex. Would you have liked it to be a little more sexy? Sure but it did the job.

“People are going to miss you, ma belle,” Charles whispered between the soft kisses he was sloppily pressing to your trembling lips, backing you against the only blank wall in the room.

“Don’t care.” You rasped, moans caught in your dry throat as you felt a pair of cold hands unzipping the long silk skirt you’d worn to dinner and gliding it down your shaky legs like it was as light as a feather.

A small gasp slipped from your lips as you caught Charles’ dark eyes again, his soft laugh fanning warmth across your face, "All I've been able to think about tonight is this..." He stammered off with a smirk before running his hands down your sides, pushing the thin blazer off your shoulders and gaining full access to the length of your neck.

You moaned quietly and brushed your dainty fingers through his soft, dark brown locks, "It's all I've wanted since we got here," You whispered and rested your head back against the wall, enjoying the feeling of his hands smoothing down your to your ass.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Charles growled against the tops of your breasts that were being pushed up by the tight bustier top, leaving you breathless and shaky under his touch. He got off on having complete control over your body, especially like this – desperate and panting for him in the darkness.

Charles dropped down to his knees and pushed his hands up under the hem of your top so he could access the waistband of your panties. You were spellbound now with your eyes closed and heart thumping in your chest, head dizzy and skin sizzling as he trailed his hands down your thighs, gliding your flimsy underwear down far enough that you could step out of them without needing to look.

"So sexy." Charles groaned at the sight of the dark red lace that had been hidden by your skirt, his hot breath now fanning over your shaky legs that were now completely bare and exposed to the cool air, even though your were burning up, "Le rouge n'a jamais été aussi beau." Red never looked so good.

His large hands gripped you thighs and roughly separated them in front of his mouth, every single little movement riling you up even more. Charles was ravenous, hungry to devour your after hours of deprivation – starved of your taste, of his name falling from your lips. He needed it, needed you to sing his praises, beg him for more and you never disappointed.

Your fingers brushed back up the side of his head as he hooked your leg over his shoulder and buried his tongue between your thighs, sending you into overdrive and taking your breath away. Your hands instantaneously gripped the tuft of brown waves on top of his head, trying to control the moans that were threatening to escape your chapped lips, his fingers doing the work of a maestro, orchestrating your body like a symphony.

"Feels so good," You whined as Charles grunted, mouth still attached to your cunt as he readjusted your leg on his strong, muscular shoulder, deepening the achingly perfect angle even further and making your already shaky legs start to tremble with pleasure.

Charles took your sensitive clit between his teeth, gently and pressed his free hand that wasn't clutching your thigh to your stomach, balancing you as best he could as you uncontrollably bucked your hips, riding his perfectly flat tongue. You placed your smaller hand over his and arched into his face, trying to alleviate the knot building in the pit of your stomach. He felt so fucking good and looked even better when you did dare open your eyes, peering down into his sinful ones.

The small smirk that appeared on Charles’ dimpled cheeks when your gaze met his was enough to send you spiralling into a whimpering mess, unable to stop the loud moan that ripped from your constricted throat – you were getting closer with every single teasing stoke he gave you, his thick fingers fucking you into a blackout and you were losing it. He muffled a laugh and didn't relent one bit as you white knuckled his wrist, attempting to hold in the noises that were so close to escaping, jaw clenched.

"I wanna hear you, bella – let me hear you," Charles panted as he glanced up and continued to taunt you, “I want to hear you moaning for me like this for the rest of my fucking life.”

Even in your orgasmic haze, you furrowed your already rutted brows at his comment, head throw back, still whimpering, “Friends don’t say that to each other, Charles.” You breathed, gliding on his unrelenting fingers, his pace slowing as he processed your words.

Charles scoffed and pulled back from your pulsing core, eyes trained on yours as he pressed a sweet kiss to your thigh, voice hoarse. “I think we passed “just friends” about 20 fucks ago, baby. You don’t have to pretend when it’s just you and me.”

It took you a second until you nodded silently, agreeing that you didn’t need to keep the act up with him. You brushed your fingers that had been knotted in his thick, beautiful hair, down the sides of his glistening face, lips raw and looking like a mirage.

“I like it when it’s just you and me.”

If you blinked, you thought he may disappear from your vision but he made sure you knew he was real, kitten licking your sensitive bud and reassuring you that he wasn’t just a figment of your imagination.

“Me too.” He whispered.

It didn’t take long for Charles to resume his toe-curling assault, sending every nerve in your system into lockdown as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. He’d put both of your feet on the ground, thighs spread as far as they go so you could ride his face, insisting that you came like that for him. The feeling of having every breath suppressed from his lungs while you let yourself go on his tongue, fingernails clawing at the skin on your thighs was worth the rush of blood to his brain. His face was beet-red, pupils blown out and he was achingly hard, scared he was going to blow in his pants like a prepubescent teen.

"Oh my fucking god, Charles," You moaned loudly as he reached up and pressed his palm firmly on your flushed chest, needing to feel your heart thumping under your skin, making him feel alive.

"I've got you."

"I'm – baby, I’m right there!" You cried out, head thrown back against the wall again as Charles eased you through your earth shattering high, panting and sweltering under his touch.

Loud moans echoed through the hotel room as he lapped up everything you had to give, holding you in place and making sure you were completely satisfied before removing his shaky fingers and pressing a couple of pecks to your reddening thighs – no doubt leaving bruises from his tight grip. You couldn’t wait to feel those small reminders of his touch in the morning. It took a good couple of seconds for your mind and body to float back down from the clouds above and god, it was a gorgeous sight when you did come to.

"You are so good at that," You breathed as Charles used your hips to drag himself up off the carpeted floor, hands still clutching your waist to also keep your knees from buckling. He knew you too well.

The sensation of his swollen lips kissing yours brought you back and without hesitation, you hooked your arms over his shoulders and deepened the kiss. His hands snaked around your lower back, bodies flush and you could finally feel how hard he was underneath his trousers.

Knowing Charles was that turned on from making you feel ethereal triggered a proud smirk to sweep across your flushed face, “Would you like some help with this, friend?” You teased, reaching down for the button on his pants, flicking it open with ease.

“It’s what friends are for, no?” He cockily replied before you clutched his stiff cock in your palm, causing him to gasp at the sensation.

“Absolutely would love your help – thank you very much,” Charles quickly added, desperate for your attention as he captured your lips in a rough kiss and nudged your body towards his messy bed.

“That’s what I thought,” You chuckled into the kiss, letting him cash in every single benefit he could imagine. All night long.

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[overnighttosunflowers]

I saw a post earlier joking about how all the nines in the Mighty Nein will seem a little overplayed or heavy-handed to non-stream fans, which is true and amusing—like, have a bazillion nine-related things happen to a group called the Mighty Nein in a scripted show and it’s deeply heavy-handed foreshadowing; have it happen in a game of chance where the party name is a joke about dice rolls and you’ve got one of the coolest twists of coincidence in the world. (Side note, can’t wait to see how or if they even try to explain the party name in the TV show.)

BUT this also got me thinking more broadly about the challenges of adapting a game of chance into a TV show—how you keep those coincidences and lucky rolls, which are some of the very coolest moments in the campaign, from feeling like easy outs or lazy writing. Some of them seem easier than others—like, you don’t need to know how goddamn lucky the rolls were for the blueberry cupcake scene to be incredible, because it’s also such an incredibly clever beat—BUT. I’m thinking about Cad’s divine intervention in 140.

A zero-two. He rolled a zero-two. When fate said no, Caduceus said please. And it worked. Fate said okay, you can have this one. They’ve earned it. And it felt the way it did because it wasn’t just an inspired story moment. In a scripted show, whatever happens was always going to happen. But CR isn’t scripted. It was chance and fate and luck. It was a prayer that reached the Wildmother and that prayer was a d100.

And luckily for purposes of adaption, it’s a campaign—hell, an episode—that shows you the way divine intervention doesn’t always work. (Jester calling out for Artie, my heart.) So they’re well set up to keep it from feeling like a deus ex machina. But god. God. How do you replicate the feeling of that moment? Of knowing it‘s over, and then suddenly it isn’t?

#this is mostly rhetorical they’re gonna do an incredible job with it #I just find adaptations and the way you maximize the strengths of and work around the differences between different types of media #so fascinating #critical role #cr2 #mighty nein #mighty nein animated #the mighty nein

[mocca-and-stars]

Public indecency

Son Chaeyoung x Park Jihyo x male reader

A friend calls you, after a long day working, he decided to call you to make a camp with her friend's, of course you are in the list, and some time later, you are already there, with some drinks and food, you wave him and start to socialize with everyone there, until you get closer to a interesting tanned girl, and a small one, they can't be who you think they are, that it's just a coincidence.

"Hey, you are?..." You asked to the girls, and your suspects start to getting confirmed, when you hear the tanned one respond "Park Jihyo", and short one "Son Chaeyoung", you started to talk and and socialize with them, they look pretty and elegant, you bring them drinks and food, you are trying to be cool with them, and you stop to think, "why?" You still talking while you think, you have no chances, they are idols, probably they will forget about your existance in the morning.

You still enjoying the weather, and the environment, you still serving them, but just like you do normally, after all they are persons, and they deserve to get treated like that.

You ignore the fact that they are idols to know them better, except that there is something you can't ignore, Jihyo when talks to you play with her hair, and Chaeyoung bite her down lip, while she is listening to you, you try to avoid your pathetic romatic situation, after some time, all the people there make a circle near to the bonfire, to play to the bottle game, your luck is shit, of course you didn't kiss neither of the idols presents there (more than just Jihyo and Chaeyoung), finally giving up and starting to get disappointed, you take your beer and go to seat to the forest, only with your flashlight and your phone in case of emergency.

Nobody noticed that you aren't there, and you relaxed, your vision is blurring a little bit, but you are consious enough to get sit and hear the people screaming and dancing with the loud music.

When you get bored you go for a non-alcoholic drink to get back to your place in the forest, but a little bit far this time, because of the music, you didn't notices someone was following you, Jihyo, and Chaeyoung both of them sitting with you.

Are you enjoying this? —Chaeyoung asked— I was... Thinking —You responded— But I'm getting fun —Both of them were in your vision field, until they start to whispering between them, and soon, Jihyo asked you something— Soon they will need some wood, let's look for some logs.

Soon you are walking with them, talking about their life, listening to the most unreal stories you could hear from a person, they are incredible, like... They almost doesn't look like people, when you can't see the lights of the party, you started to get worried, you take out your phone... But no signal.

"We need to go back" you said very worried, but Chaeyoung use his flashlight to point a rock path, making you feel relieved, but you questioned yourself "why we are so far away?", soon your cuestion was responded by Jihyo, pushing you against a tree, with Chaeyoung in your back, massaging your shoulders.

Chaeyoung start to explaining —you are handsome, and we are bored, we are tired of people treating us as goddesses or queens— And Jihyo continued —and you deserve a rest, so let us pay you for being a cool guy with us—.

Jihyo untied the buttons of your leather jacket, and start to touching your not so toned body, you were getting a little bit careless with your body because of the extra hours in the job.

After a quick check he took you to heaven, while Jihyo was kissing you, Chaeyoung take your phone and turned it off, the moon was the unique light in the place.

It was your first time with someone that good kissing, you even take the dare to grab Jihyo's Waist while you were kissing, making here release a very cute moan, making you notice she is very needy, you remembered even more that she is a human, not idol who she was in the scenarios.

You opened your eyes and you look Chaeyoung, licking her lips, then she pushed Jihyo, and you see a very sexy scene, they get a very sloppy and wet kiss.

Then both of them look at you, full of lust, they pushed you against the tree, Jihyo get on her knees, and Chaeyoung squatted, waiting for Jihyo, Chae look at you pouting.

Jihyo took down your pants, revealing your oversized hard cock, hearing multiple jokes of shy people with big dicks, and monster hide in the dark.

After the surprise, Jihyo start to slapping his face with your cock, scattering some of your precum on his face, and when she is ready, she putted half of you 13.5 inches cock, but she didn't get a single gag, surprising you, then Chae grabbed her neck, making her swallow the full length, making her choke, but Chae didn't leave her until she was crying, releasing her, falling in his own butt on the floor, starting to laugh.

Chae said "my turn" and quickly she grabbed your cock and compared it with his face, it was a little bit longer than his face, then she take out his tongue, and started to licking your balls, and your enormous cock was covering her, that was a great image that you will never forget, she was playing with your tip while she sucks your balls, you looked to the sky feeling in heaven, you still not believing that a fucking idol was sucking your cock.

When another round of precum go out, Chaeyoung started to sucking you, but in a very special way, it was like she was jerking you, and sucking at the same time, but she was only using her mouth, when Jihyo recovered from the choke, she get on her knees, and Chaeyoung make space for her, now both of them were sucking you, doing things that you wouldn't even imagine.

Things like jerk you with two hand, (one of each), suck interleaved, make each other choke and gag in your cock, pushing between them into deepthoath, and the most incredible thing? Both of them was edging you, not letting you cum at all, you feel like you was there for hours, but only 30 minutes passed, and you was in your limit, and Jihyo and Chae get up, starting to stripping, revealing a sexy cleavage, that got quickly removed, to show his underwear, to got quickly removed, and you decided to copy them, showing your full naked body to them, even with the cold weather, all of you are about to get heat.

You came back to a normal state and Jihyo put her enormous breasts around your cock, getting fun on Chae little ones, you got a laugh too, but she get closer to you and put one of them in your mouth, of course you started to sucking Chae little breasts.

After sometime of Jihyo doing an amazing titjob, Chae got in there, sucking the tip of your cock, until you reach your limit, and when you say to them, finally let you cum, and Chae take every single drop, not letting waste, she take it all, and then gets up, to show you, but instead of swallowing it, she started to kissing Jihyo, to share your big load, making you feel very excited, and hard again.

When they swallow it all, they show you, linking their hands, making you feel like your body it's floating in space.

Finally, they make get on the floor, using the clothes as bed, and you reached the glory and success in your life, Jihyo mounted you, she got down, and after a seconds of adjust your cock in her pussy, she finally mounted you, his experienced pussy swallow your entire shaft without a single hesitation, she was soft and warm, then she started to jump, mounting you, she was moaning and looking to the sky "it's my first time with something this big" she said, you was speechless, but she kissed you, your hand were looking a safe place, but Chae helped you, getting to her breasts, making Jihyo moan even louder, her nipple were hard rock, and while Jihyo was enjoying, Chae was touching herself, close enough, sitted in your leather jacket, some minutes passed, and Jihyo in top of you, got his hand on the floor, letting her being even more agressive, but something unexpected happened, Chae isn't anymore touching herself, and Jihyo was in the most wonderful and happy expression a woman can be, and you started to move your hips, you can't let her do all the work, and Chae appeared on her back suddenly, pushing her from the back, making you penetrate raw his ass, making her make a pain but pleasured scream.

Chae said "You have fun with my small tits? Now have fun~" in a malevolent tone, then she pushed Jihyo even more, almost three quarters of your length was in her ass, then she pushed the final section, making Jihyo cum, she make so many sounds, she got out, and she threw himself at your side, cumming thru the pain and pleasure, while she was resting a little, Chae taked care of you, mounting you in a very interesting wild way, we linked our fingers, but finally you decided to take control and get on top, making a missionary, you started to sucking and bitting his neck, then finally both of you cum, you filled a idol with your cum, and images of her getting pregnant comes to your mind, but you shaked your head, and kissed her, leaving her satisfied.

Jihyo got his legs together, and you maked her lay down, next to Chae she didn't stop you, so with your last effort, you put your cock between her ass cheeks, rubbing you between them, until you are hard again, using her ass again, pounding her from behind, Chae got in front of her, and Jihyo was licking the cum from her pussy, both of them was moaning, and groaning in pleasure, finally you bite Jihyo's shoulder and you cum on his tight ass, leaving a mark that she will never forget.

The three of you were naked in the floor, hugging when dawn starts to come, and then you start to dress, the girls do it to, except from her underwear, before you can ask why, both of them are in your pocket, and when you turn on your phone, you feel like you were the most lucky guy in the world, before of getting off your phone, Chae saved Jihyo and her own phone number.

"Call us 💋"

You were happy, maybe your shitty love situation was changing

To be continued...?

(sorry if there was an error, it's my first smut and eng it's not my first lenguage)

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[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Galileo Galilei Main Story

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

A few days have passed since Professor Maury and Drake took me to their house.

Sebastian: "Mitsuki, you said you've been having bad dreams lately. Are you okay?"

Mitsuki: "Oh, yes. I'm sorry for worrying you."

I said that, but the truth is, I'm still having nightmares.

(I sometimes have the same dream, and other times a different one.)

(But in every dream, I'm still a Dhampir.)

Sebastian: "They said that dreams can be either auspicious or ominous. Some historical figures achieved great things by taking their dreams as omens."

Sebastian: "Scary dreams are sometimes considered a sign of good luck, so why not treat them like fortune-telling?"

Mitsuki: "Hehe. That's a good idea."

I smiled appreciatively at Sebastian's concern.

(But the dreams I see are a little different from ordinary ones.)

(They're so vivid, almost as if they're pleading with me in sorrow.)

As I pondered this, Sebastian exclaimed next to me.

Sebastian: "We've run out of essential seasoning for tonight's menu."

Sebastian: "Mitsuki, could you accompany me to do some shopping? I need to visit a few stores."

Mitsuki: "Sure."

After arriving in town, we decided to split up. By the time I finished my part, the sun had begun to set.

(I think I got everything we need. Sebastian should be finishing up soon.)

I was looking at my shopping list as I made my way to our meeting place when一

Dog voice: "Woof!"

(Was that a dog's voice? It sounded like a scream.)

Suddenly, a high-pitched cry caught my attention, and I went into the back alley to look for the source of it.

There I found一

Child 1: "Haha, look at this filthy mutt!"

Puppy: *Whimper*

Child 2: "Dogs have to obey humans, you know!"

Several children were bullying a brown-haired puppy, poking it with a stick, and threatening it.

Mitsuki: "What do you think you're doing?!"

In a moment of panic, I moved to intervene, but something raced past me and leaped into the midst of the children.

Suddenly, a large dog with a gray coat appeared.

(Huh? A wild dog!?)

Stray Dog: "Grrr."

Child 1: "Whoa!? What's this thing!?"

The wild dog stood protectively over the puppy, glaring menacingly.

The children's faces immediately tensed as the dog, nearly their own height, appeared out of nowhere.

Child 2: "Shoo! Go away!!"

One of the children, holding a small stone, raised it, ready to throw it at the stray dog.

Mitsuki: "No, don't do that!"

I instinctively intervened, and the flying pebbles struck my arms and legs.

Mitsuki: "Ouch!"

Child 1: "Now's our chance, run!"

I crouched down in pain, and the children hurriedly ran away.

(My leg is bleeding, but I'm sure it'll heal just fine.)

Puppy: *Whimper*

I turned at the faint whimper and saw the puppy peeking at me from behind the wild dog.

Mitsuki: "I'm sorry for startling you. Are you both okay?"

Wild dog?: "........"

(This dog seems to be protecting the puppy. For now, it doesn't seem like it's going to attack.)

The wild dog seemed more cautious than alert, observing my actions.

Its eyes, upon closer inspection, had a purple hue, giving me a sense of déjà vu.

(The puppy's front paw is bleeding.)

It must have been injured earlier.

Mitsuki: "Will you let me patch that poor baby's paw?"

I took out my handkerchief and quietly addressed the dog, ensuring not to agitate it.

The wild dog seemed to understand my intention and moved away from the puppy.

(What a smart dog. Maybe it belongs to someone.)

(But it seems quite wild for a pet.)

As I wrapped the puppy's leg with the handkerchief...

???: "Sidereus, there you are."

(Huh? That voice.)

Recognizing the familiar voice, I turned around to see Professor Maury standing there.

Maury: "It's you again."

Mitsuki: "Hello. What a coincidence."

Seeing Maury's frowning expression, my voice unintentionally became sharper.

(I'm not trying to meet him on purpose, so why do we keep running into each other like this?)

Wild dog?: *Bark*

As I blurted that in my mind, the wild dog barked and walked towards him, sitting obediently by his feet.

(Come to think of it, he called the dog Sidereus earlier.)

Mitsuki: "Is that dog yours?"

Maury: "It's not a dog, but a wolf."

Mitsuki: "W-Wolf!?"

Surprised, I inadvertently raised my voice, thinking it was just a dog.

(This is the first time I've seen one up close. Is it okay to approach?)

Wolves are fierce creatures.

As I shivered with realization, he spoke as if he could see through me.

Maury: "Don't worry. Wolves don't attack humans."

Mitsuki: "I see."

Maury: "As long as you don't recklessly provoke it. Humans tend to exaggerate the ferocity of wolves due to twisted knowledge."

Mitsuki: "I see. Since it was trying to protect the puppy earlier, it must be a gentle creature at heart."

Mitsuki: "Thank you very much."

Sidereus: *Bark*

Maury: "........."

Suddenly, the wolf called Sidereus grabbed the hem of his cloak and tugged at it.

Maury: "What's the matter, Sidereus?"

Sidereus: *Bark*

Maury: "........."

Sidereus turned his head toward me as if wanting to say something.

He glanced alternately between me and the puppy behind me, furrowing his eyebrows slightly.

Maury: "Humans are truly foolish."

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

Maury: "They harm and persecute the weak, and that foolishness remains unchanged throughout time."

He muttered to himself and then approached me, grabbing my wrist.

Mitsuki: "What are you doing?"

Maury: "I'm going to stop the bleeding. Follow me."

Caught off guard by his unexpected words, I hurriedly tried to pull my hand back, but Professor Maury wouldn’t let go.

Mitsuki: “If that’s the case, I can do it myself. I have a handkerchief.”

Maury: “Isn’t that handkerchief wrapped around the puppy’s leg yours?”

(Oh, right.)

Puppy: *Whine*

He looked down at the puppy whining at my feet and calmly said:

Maury: “If you want to avoid getting mistreated by humans again, you better leave.”

Seemingly intimidated by him, the puppy took a step back, then looked at me and barked before slowly walking into the alley.

Mitsuki: “I’m glad he can walk.”

Maury: “........”

Maury: “Let’s go.”

He led me to the square and made me sit on the edge of the fountain, pouring water over the injured area.

Mitsuki: “........”

I endured the pain as the wound stung more than I anticipated. Then he took out his handkerchief to wrap it around the wound, but I hurriedly stopped him.

Mitsuki: “Your handkerchief will get dirty! I’m fine now.”

Maury: “What’s the point if I don’t stop the bleeding? Or are you going to leave it dripping everywhere?”

Maury: “It’s annoying to have the smell lingering around.”

(Lingering around?)

(It’s nice of him to treat the wound, but if it’s annoying him, he could just leave it.)

Maury: “Moreover, judging by the situation, you defended the puppy and Sidereus.”

Maury: “In that case, I owe you.”

His words made me blink.

(So, it’s a thank you?)

Honestly, I didn't really sense that kind of attitude from him, and it didn't seem like mere kindness either, but...

(Is he someone who sticks to his principles?)

As he wrapped the handkerchief around my leg, much like I did for the puppy, I noticed something.

Maybe it was the water or perhaps his naturally low body temperature, but his occasionally cold hand against my skin felt ticklish.

After wrapping the handkerchief, he looked up, and his purple eyes reflected me.

(Oh, I see. I just realized.)

The familiarity I felt in Sidereus's eyes was from him.

Maury: "Are there any other places that hurt?"

Mitsuki: "My arm."

I couldn't even bring myself to hesitate, so I just told him honestly.

As he rolled up the sleeve of my blouse and examined the wound, I couldn't bear the silence and searched for a way to start a conversation.

Townsperson 1: "The Paris Expo was amazing! Especially that huge telescope!"

Townsperson 2: "Yeah, I was surprised at how big it was. It was indeed the world's largest telescope."

(They were returning from the Expo.)

(Come to think of it, he's an astronomy professor.)

Mitsuki: "Um, did you happen to go to the Paris World's Fair? The highlight seems to have been the giant telescope."

When I tried to break the silence by throwing out a topic I had found, he let out an exasperated sigh.

Maury: "That telescope was too large to be practical for astronomical observations. It was basically a front they put up for the World's Fair."

Mitsuki: "I see. I had no idea."

Maury: "Those in power are more interested in showcasing the country's prestige than pursuing the truth."

I sensed a tinge of discomfort in his voice.

(He seems more lamenting than irritated.)

Mitsuki: "That's somehow sad, isn't it?"

Mitsuki: "There should be things more important than just appearances."

Maury: "........."

(When I heard about him from Isaac before, I thought he might be someone who confronts truth for the sake of principles.)

Mitsuki: "I hope the importance of pursuing truth, as you say, gets through."

I spoke my mind, and he glanced at me for a moment, then averted his gaze.

Maury: "It won't."

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

Maury: "Humans are creatures who define what's convenient for themselves as truth."

Maury: "Even if the truth is revealed, if it's inconvenient, they'll be condemned and excluded."

Maury: "I know of a fool who pursued the truth despite knowing this and ended up with a life sentence."

(I wonder if that person is his friend.)

He quietly and decisively labeled someone a fool, but I didn't see it that way.

Mitsuki: "I don't think that guy is a fool."

Maury: "What?"

Mitsuki: "If he ended up with a life sentence, it means there were people around who opposed him or hid the truth."

Mitsuki: "Persisting with your beliefs and pursuing the truth amidst such adversaries is not that easy, you know?"

Maury: "........."

Mitsuki: "For me, that person is braver than anyone else."

Maury: "........"

(Professor Maury?)

He lowered his gaze, concealing the lonely expression hidden behind his amethyst eyes.

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Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS: 🍀 TYCHE: Goddess of Fortune and Luck 🎰

Author's note: Hello everyone! In lieu of posting the major gods demigod headcanons, here is the minor gods version!As usual these headcanons will contain what it's like being claimed and what it's like for the respective god and cabin, followed by a small story between you, the reader, and the respective demigod of that god. Thank you for reading and please like and reblog! [PJO MINOR GODS DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST] Disclaimer: To new fans or strictly TV watchers of the PJO series, future spoilers for the entire PJO series books will be referenced. Read at your own risk.

When you get claimed, you literally feel like you won the lottery. Which in this case is being claimed by Tyche. Four leaf clovers begin to grow underneath your feet, there is an acorn in your pocket, there are hummingbirds and cardinals flying around you. 

“May the odds be in your favour”, these words are either a blessing or words of dread when a child of Tyche says it to someone. 

You have at least a lucky item. Every child of Tyche has a lucky item that ranges from conventional symbols of luck or your personal item. 

There’s word that items belonging to a child of Tyche are lucky but someone tried to take one without them knowing, and it only brought them really, really bad luck. By the time people figured it out, and they were told to give it back lest the bad luck actually kills them. All tokens belonging to children of Tyche are only lucky if consensually and explicitly given. 

On the other hand, the Aphrodite cabin and a few other romantics/literary folks out there do find it absolutely endearing at the story how one time, a daughter of Tyche took a lock of her own hair and gave it to a guy who was about to enter a competition, and won in her favour. It was like something straight out of a story about a medieval lady and her knight. 

Fortune favours the bold. The bigger the risk, the bigger the reward. You’ll get the luck and the reward, but at what cost? Everyone around you’ll balance you out and get all your bad luck.

I wouldn’t say the Nemesis cabin are your parallels nor are they your enemy or ally. Their mother’s domain is a disruptor of Fortune, bad and good, so Tyche has a connection with Nemesis. How this applies to you will depend, but let’s just say it’s not uncommon to have a child of Nemesis having a presence in your life. They’ll balance out the Luck basically. Which is why the Nemesis cabin is paired with the Tyche Cabin in Capture the Flag; to keep things fair for the other team.

When Palamedes offered the first set of dice that he supposedly invented, and given Tyche deals with chance, it’s not uncommon for you to own a set of dice. It can be a traditional set of dice, but as time goes on, it’s not surprising when children of Tyche start carrying around DnD dice. There is much debate if a child of Tyche is only allowed to carry one D20 ever. 

Never play Poker or bet against a child of Tyche. Even if you do play, DON’T BET. It’s a general warning to never bet because it’s not healthy and can be very risky, but against a child of Tyche? Prepared to lose in ways you didn’t know you could even lose. 

Children of Tyche often have skirmishes with children of Nike. Who will win? Absolute Luck VS Overwhelming Victory? This also brings in the fact that the Tyche Cabin and the Nike Cabin are to never ever be put on the same team. In the early days post-Titan war, all games and especially Capture of the Flag have been won by them in the most absurd, improbable way ever. Good thing at that coincidence, not only Artemis and Mr. D were watching, but also Hestia during that time because no one expected to see a flying catapult of burning artillery heading straight for the opposing team that was basically like mini meteors. One of said large shrapnels hit the lava wall, which caused a lava spill that headed for the opposing team, and also by extension, also the home team. Percy Jackson had to kick into overdrive using all his power to summon the water to absorb the impact and take out all the fire. The Demeter kids, Dryads and Satyrs were also not very happy, which made Mr. D unhappy. The Apollo cabin is still re-stocking their supplies from the non-lethal casualties. The Athena and Hephaestus cabins are still doing repairs and renovations. Good thing the Tyche children have a lot of money; probably for these reasons. 

When you get claimed, you can hear something like the sound of winning the lottery. There are dings, and ringings, while birds are flying around you and four leaf clovers are sprouting underneath your feet. You then saw a girl with fierce almond eyes look at you as she made her way over to you.

 “Hi! You must be the new child of Tyche!” she said while approaching you. 

“Um, yeah I am! And you are…?” you asked a bit hesitantly. 

“I’m Chiara Benvenuti, daughter of Tyche and cabin leader of the Tyche cabin! Nice to meet you!” 

You introduced yourself to her as she looked around a bit suspiciously before guiding you away towards a direction, leaning close to you as if to whisper something. You were confused what she was doing before she spoke, 

“Do you have a lucky item?” she asked quietly. 

You stared at her for a moment before I clicked. “Oh! Oh yeah, yeah I have it. Wait, do all children of Tyche have one?”

Chiara nodded, shaking her charm bracelet. “Yeah, every child of Tyche has a lucky item or an item significant to them that it acts as if it’s a lucky item to others. As cabin leader, I need to tell you to keep a good eye on it or keep it out of other’s hands.”

“Wait why?” you asked as you were approaching the Hermes cabin. 

“Back during the early days, when everyone was still adjusting to the minor gods’ demigods, someone once took a child of Tyche’s item, which turned out to be their lucky item. Instead of bringing them luck, it brought incredible misfortune that just got worse and worse and started to affect everyone else. Ever since then, all lucky items belonging a child of Tyche are kept close.”

“Oh…wow” you said as you began to sweat incredibly. “Then uh, I better hurry back to the Hermes cabin then-” you laughed nervously.

“Go, go! I’ll wait for you!” said Chiara, but was laughing though. 

You rushed over to the Hermes cabin, some of the native cabin members greeting you and asking you what the hurry was about. Then when you said you were claimed as a child of Tyche and went to get your lucky item, everyone immediately paled and the cabin was in chaos as they were all patting themselves down and were dumping your stuff onto your bed, hands raised up in mercy. 

You just stared at them all, realising that the children of Hermes had stolen some of your stuff without your knowledge and you only knew because they were relieving themselves of their stolen work like it was acid because they knew about the children of Tyche incident, that your cabin leader just told you about. You looked at your missing stuff, your bag that actually had your lucky item, before looking at them and slowly said, “Where’s the rest of them?” 

Chaos further exploded as the children of Hermes started yelling at the others to relinquish their spoils while some others ran out of the cabin to get the other children of Hermes outside to be extra sure. Bit by bit some of your other stuff came back, but they were very minor things like a chocolate bar or something. Still-

The cabin was still in chaos and you couldn’t help feeling a bit satisfied and giddy at the sight before you. You saw another camper and one you recognized as Damien White, the cabin leader of Nemesis, come in, confused as they carefully navigate between the crowds, just barely missing two campers going at each other when one realised they had stolen the other’s stuff. The two made their way closer to you and you recognized the other camper as your bunk-mate and growing friend, as you both arrived at around the same time. 

“What’s going on?” they asked as Damien didn’t seem fazed. 

“Oh, I got claimed as a child of Tyche just now and when they found out, they started to giving back my stuff and I may have eluded that some of my other stuff is missing-”

Damien let out a cackle and nodded, as the other camper seemed confused. “Nice” before he gestured to the other camper, “Is this your stuff?” when they nodded, he grabbed it and made a move to leave, “I’ll take your stuff back to the cabin first. Take your time saying goodbye” 

You looked at the other camper as Damien walked back into the chaos and out the door. “Wait, did you just get claimed too?” you gaped in surprise. 

“Ah yeah, just got claimed by Nemesis” they replied. 

“Wow, what are the odds!” you said before the two of you begun to share your experiences with your claim. Eventually with your belongings all accounted for, you bid goodbye to the Nemesis child, promising to catch up later, before bidding the Hermes cabin. You pretended you didn’t see the sigh of relief from them as you giggled. You only made a few steps forward, seeing Chiara first and you went to tell her you were done till you saw her arguing with Damien White. The two were heated as people were watching them. 

You went to see what was going on but Damien and Chiara were yelling and arguing with each other so fast, their foreheads practically touching as they were in each other’s face. You stood behind with your stuff, fiddling with it, unsure what to do but at the same time you weren’t that keen in getting whatever that mess was. With the possible thought of a cabin war on the horizon, you steeled your nerves to get in between them until you saw a guy with brown hair and blue eyes touch your shoulder stopping you. 

In shock you turned to him as he gave you a sun-filled smile, and your nerves turned hot, before he gave you a wink. “Don’t worry, I got this” he reassured before sauntering over with a finely sung hum before clapping to gather their attention with the beat. “Alright you two lovebirds, that’s enough~”

“Who are you calling lovebirds?!” Damien and Chiara yelled and turned their heads towards the boy in perfect synchronization. Their temper immediately peaked and dropped as they blinked and looked at the boy in surprise. “Wait, Lester?”

“Hi! How are my two favourite child of Nemesis and Tyche doing?” greeted ‘Lester’ chirpily. 

“What are you doing here?” asked Damien. 

“Well, I was here to visit and lo and behold, then I find out you two are arguing with each other as usual. While not an uncommon scene, you two better stop before you worry your new siblings into thinking they have to participate in a cabin war” said Lester with an amused grin. The two cabin leaders blinked in realizaiton before their eyes turned to their respective siblings. 

The new child of Nemesis walked over as Damien and Chiara were off being a bit embarrassed as Lester winked at you. “Don’t worry about them. They do this all the time but they hardly hate each other as you might think” he said with a teasing tone, before he looked at the two of you. “But really, the chances of a child of Nemesis and child of Tyche being claimed on the same day and being so close to each other…I have a feeling the two of you could be a great pair.”

“Wait, why?” you asked confused. 

“Nemesis is a disruptor of fortune, bad and good, and Tyche is connected with Nemesis because of it. As you can see,” he gestured to your cabin leaders, “This also extends to their children.”

“Wait, how do you know this for sure? Who are you?”

“Ah, I forgot my manners. “My name is Lester Papadopoulous, nice to meet you.”

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[imustbenuts]

sits down and thinks

Infinite wealth spoilers and half baked analysis and thoughts

Infinite wealth

Ig this comes across easier in Asian culture context but the wealth in infinite wealth doesn't mean money. It means bonds. (EDIT: by which i mean JP and Chinese.)

The short of it, the words used to describe relationships, karma, luck and fate all are rooted in the idea of threads. These words when written in kanji all have the thread 糸 radical in it. 縁 en is the common kanji word here.

And since luck is deeply tied to money, the idea of Infinite Wealth here is absolutely not (strictly) money. Given how the rgg series and their writers or even Japan has been disillusioned with the bubble boom, and ichiban will turn his back on money over bonds, this tracks for me.

And this is constantly reflected in the stories and substories. The "wealth" of a person is reflected in the bonds between people. It's not a coincidence the game throws old characters from previous games and substories along Kiryu's way. That's the wealth he's accumulated, the wealth that actually matters once he's at the end of his life where money can't save him from what sounds like terminal cancer. It's Haruka and Haruto and the orphanage and Four Shine and all the people he's helped who's more than happy to carry him if he asks.

The "payoff" is constantly in the reciprocating of a person's virtues in terms of kindness, compassion and patience.

Fuck it's getting to me again fuckfuckfuck--

Ending scene

Ebina and ichiban not meeting but being set up to mirror Nishiki and Kiryu's brother relationship...

And kiryu going from recognizing the pattern to outright understanding a repeat of something similar and just shutting it down, chefs kiss.

Plus plus the entire ending scene is dripping with symbolism. I'm about to fucking vomit

So, sosososo-

I noticed by late game before the monologue, Ebina is being a hell warden karmic entity by essentially setting up an underground pain prison for a whole group of people deemed trash by society. And then he reveals his irezumi and oooh

I see I see. That's an oni and a pissed off snake. Nele island, the paradise/heaven of the palekanas getting turned into the karmic hell/jigoku is. Holy shit. Who wrote this?? I will kiss them??!

Someone on Reddit also did a more in depth write up on this and wow delicious . check out the top comment which is even more spot on

I also dk if this made it past the tonal barrier but jp kiryu literally begging ebina to let the yakuzas have a second chance is... Ough. as goofy as that scene was with kiryu planking on top of ebina, he was effectively on his hands and knees begging and I'm. Ow. Owowowowowow wow. OW.

Kiryu in that scene seems to be embodying a dragon. Whimsical, powerful fucks who appear whenever they feel like and according to myths are benevolent too. So when kiryu planks above it's signifying a dragon pleading with the hell warden to let a bunch of people go, almost with its last breath... Crying even that his tears falls on ebina's face, and ebina having this look realizing that the dragon is human. It got me. I finished rgg8 days ago and it's still getting me

WAUGH. IT GOT ME GOOD

Then kiryu collapses on top of ebina, almost as if all the weight and regret he's been carrying on his back comes literally crashing into ebina's reality, and ebina is probably so shocked he doesn't do anything for the rest of the ending.

WAUGH!! x2

GOOFY SCENE BUT I UNDERSTOOD THAT, AAAAA

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

Shout-out to Daigo for being the one with the most 'oh shit' expression and legging it to kiryu first. And Majima for legging it 2nd in the background. Man.

In spite of what kiryu says and believes I don't think he could have changed the Yakuza world that much though. One way or another there's just too many factors at play. Hes absolutely right in his speech about walking the grayest road there is.

Ough.

Ichigang

Love them.

Yu Nanba takes the cake for me here for being the most respectful and compassionate about knowing how to handle kiryu as a person with terminal cancer/disability. Ichiban echoes this too, but the way they are all playing support rather than forcing kiryu to do things makes it 11/10 for me

Older folks who lead rough lives and are fiercely independent like kiryu can be ANNOYING reconciling with their health. Bc of a mix of pride and their own lived era/environment, being seen as weak and disabled is deeply shameful psychologically (idk if this is the same in US/UK but I'm speaking from an Asia specific mentality here). In essence many resign themself to death and refuse treatment, medication, or even walking canes. Like they'd rather die than be burdens.

And kiryu def has echoes of this. I wanted to slap him so many times in his bucket list substory. Lmao

Chitose Fujinomiya

Interesting character. She seems to have gone through a "setting-up" arc in this game for future writing if it makes sense.

Her Fujinomiya name sounds like a shout-out to the Fujiwaras, a clan who had total political control of Japan all the way until 1868. These days their descendants have taken on different family names, branched off, and now control some zaibatsu in some of them.

And her family does indeed sound like a zaibatsu. More than likely with what I know above, she will have some political weight as the chairwoman now.

Chitose will be an incredibly valuable key character for future installments of RGG, especially with the political Daidoji faction running about. I'm stoked. The future installments can def go international if they want to. Current geopolitics in Asia has potential as a rgg backdrop especially when it comes to money and gangs.

We have Thailand with localized gangs calling the shots controlling the tourism there. Ie Thailand Tourist Mafias (Also human trafficking and sex tourism. Siam dius/Thai discos are very similar to cabaret clubs too.)

There's also background money laundering going on, where countries and their bank happily take less than clean money for their economy under tax haven schemes. (COUGH SINGAPORE COUGH). There are also lots of trafficking of people looking for jobs into other asian countries and forcing them to work in scam centers...

Basically lots of potential avenues if they wanted to write about these things. So. LETS GO. LETS GO CHITOSE WOOO

ICHIBAN

So much more to say but I'll end with this one. ICHIBAN.

Ichiban has made more progress in terms of emotional and social development, and turning that into proper positive actions, than kiryu has done at that age.

I don't mean this as a diss either but where kiryu was incredibly flawed in his lone wolf ways and unable to leverage his connections with his circumstances, Ichiban keeps pulling through with it. And kiryu to be fair could not have been able to do the same where the Yakuza environment and politics were as fucked as it is in his time.

Both approaches have their pros and cons though, bc Ichigang is now in a position to get sniped if the environment around them turns for the worse.

Idk if it's going there but. Huhu! :3c

I want more but I'm happy and satisfied for now but also if anyone touches me I fear I'm gonna to explode. Waughghhhhhhggr.

Screams

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[chaosheadspace]

Smarch day 25: scent

I made my own take on A/B/O which I don't normally write or read. Very soft. Have fun!

Dream's soft cries echo through the bedroom as Hob fucks into him enthusiastically. It had taken Hob one look at the omega to know, irrevocably, that Dream was his. The Disco hat been loud and crowded, and Hob could feel his blood sing from the second he'd stepped foot inside. He had excused himself from his friends and given in to the sweet, sweet call of pheromones. The second he'd locked gazes with a pair of blue eyes as searching as his, it was over.

Dream had sunk against his chest, content, elated. On the tube on the way to Hob's flat he had lovingly opened two buttons of Hob's shirt so more of Hob's scent would reach his nose. If anybody had noticed, they hadn't said anything. The genetic variations grow rarer and rarer, which makes coincidences like this all the more unlikely. People generally take the chance by the neck if they happen to stumble upon a match by sheer dumb luck. They softly spoke, exchanged names and stories and numbers until they reached Hob's front door, where Dream had put his nose against Hob's neck and moaned.

"It's been years since somebody smelled this good for me," he'd said. "Sorry, I'm a bit drunk on it."

Hob had curled a hand around Dream's neck, reassuring, possessive, and Dream had moaned again. "Don't be sorry, sweetheart," Hob had whispered into his soft black hair and fumbled with his keys. "Your smell is nothing short of an aphrodisiac for me and you know that. I know you can feel it."

Dream had plastered himself against Hob's side even more, burning hot through both of their clothes and licked the shell of his ear. "Hurry up then so you can fuck me, Hob Gadling."

Hob had sworn and almost dropped his keys and then shoved him against the inside of the door, sinking to his knees while almost ripping Dream's trousers off. Had buried his face in the wet mess between his thighs and drank from him until they trembled. They'd barely made it to the bed.

Dream shoves himself back onto Hob's cock with a wild moan. "How can I still want you even when you're inside of me?" He pants.

Hob is laid over his back, chest against spine, one hand at Dream's hip, the other interlaced with Dream's on the covers. It's the kind of close, animalistic sex that makes Hob want to keep going and going until he's wrung every sound, every ounce of pleasure, every possible orgasm out of Dream.

"Do you want me to knot you, sweet one?"

Dream slumps forward into the mattress and wails, the new angle so delicious it takes Hob all but two strokes to add his own hot wetness to the one between Dream's legs.

Dream whines into the pillows as he can feel Hob's knot expand inside him, and when Hob reaches down, he finds him hard and wanting still. So Hob continues to make small rocking motions, buried deep inside, knot tugging at Dream's rim.

Dream's breathing grows erratic. Hob can tell he's very much gone as he tilts his head to the side, exposing more of his neck. "Please bite me, oh God, Hob please, claim me, mark me, make me yours -"

Hob bites his lip until he draws blood. Pure want tries to force his jaw open to do as Dream pleads and bury his teeth into lily-white flesh. He mustn't. He mustn't. They've known each other for maybe three hours. He can't bite a claim into the neck of a stranger, regardless of how pretty his blood might sing for him. It's not right.

Instead, he clamps a hand on the back of Dream's neck to relieve some of his need for pressure there and picks up speed, his hips stuttering with quick, minuscule movements. Dream goes feral under him, squirming and moaning and tugging himself forward so hard Hob's knot almost pops free.

"Hob," Dream pleads again, half delirious and shuddering, "do you not want me? Am I not good? I wanna be good for you. Please, please, Hob, take me, let me be yours, let me, let me -"

"Shhhh," Hob says through the saliva pooling in his mouth, dripping down onto Dream's shoulder, "you are. You're so good for me. So perfect, wet and open. Dream, darling, it's all good, it's all good -" he buries his fingernails into Dream's neck where they both desperately, instinctively want Hob's teeth and Dream comes with a strained shout.

Hob can't help but imagine Dream walking around with a beautiful, days-old purple claim, Hob's claim, and the nauseating wave of want is so tall Hob comes a second time, drooling violently through gritted teeth.

After regaining some of his composure Hob carefully lays them onto the side, avoiding the wet spot Dream has made. Their bodies still locked together he draws the covers over both of them, burying his nose in Dream's delicious scent.

"Do you want me to -" Hob says, unsure, while squeezing Dream's hip. It's entirely possible to work an active knot out again.

"Mmmhhh," Dream rumbles, eyes half lidded, his body warm and pliant like fresh taffy against Hob's front. "Stay. S'nice. Thank - thank you for -"

"My pleasure. It's ok," Hob breathes against his neck, placing slow kisses there.

"Can I - M'gonna - hmm." Dream's voice grows heavier and trails off as he falls asleep. It's how it should be, it's what feels right, even if they both know that it's all just instinct and hormones and entirely possible to ignore. It's nice to give in to it, sometimes. Calming.

So Hob lays there behind Dream, whose first bodily instinct it is to rest after being fucked and knotted, and feels his own body buzzing with post-orgasm endorphins telling him to stay awake and keep watch, to protect. So he nuzzles his face into Dream's hair and does just that, still buried deep.

#Smarch 2023 #nsft #dreamling #dream x hob #a/b/o #safe sane consensual

[charg3rs0ck3t]

“Just a pawn.”

Stephen strange x reader/ Bucky Barnes x reader

Hurt / comfort

Tw: angst, emotional abuse, emotional manipulation, self deprecating, mentions of death, just strange being a flat out asshole in this to get to Christine because he is capable. Happy ending for (Name) this time though. Once again getting (Name) the therapy they need.

Strange is kind of intentionally an ass here, my bad guys, I’ll make it up in another story

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Never had he thought he could lose the love of his life and his soulmate all in one day.

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Stephen Strange had met you through the avengers, a newer recruit hidden from the media. He hadn’t known where you had come from or why you were there, it was just where he found you.

He could sense your power, a hidden blurb of Energy manipulation and wonder working. But he could also sense your downfalls, your side affects.

One side affect in particular drew him to you, luck of others but not of yourself. It was a realm of supernatural being he’d sure he’d never reach, but it mustn’t have been easy for you.

Imagine a child growing up in a world where in which they seem unlucky, purely as they are unwillingly gifting the others luck and success. It is a gift and a curse all in one.

But a power like that made his mind wander into places it should never go. Christine, he wondered, would he and Christine have a chance if he was graced with your luck. He shook of the thought and it’s selfish nature as he finally went to greet you.

But the thought never truly left his mind, and so he started to unconsciously formulate a plan. A plan he’s sure would demote him and discredit all he’s worked for if he was ever found out.

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Stephen was more than kind to you, kinder, even, than all the others. Except from Bucky, your new room neighbour with a hardened glare but a soft demeanour. The same man who’d wish you a “good morning darling” just rough enough to make you blush every morning.

But there was something different about Stephen, he wanted you, wanted you close all of the time.

You’d catch him dragging you to fancy restaurants and small quaint coffee shops, you’d enjoy yourselves, laugh and talk for hours but you’d always leave abruptly.

It got to a point where you had to question his strange actions and how he’d always stare just beyond your face and behind you.

There was always a woman with longer brown hair and a light voice wherever you went. Of course however, so caught up in Stephens love bombing you never put two and two together, chalking it up to a coincidence, as he’d always manage to capture your attention once more.

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The longer you went on with Strange and the closer the two of you became, the more Bucky would pull away.

You two took to spending more time away from the compound, as if you and Stephen spent time together within it, Bucky was sure to spare a glare at the two of you.

You didn’t understand what had happened, he was your best friend and now he seemed a bitter child. Why couldn’t he just see you were happy and be happy for you?

Why did he have to knock on your room late at night and leave cryptic warnings?

Why couldn’t everything go back to how it was?

Bucky had taken to grabbing your shoulders when you’d bump into each other alone, he’d stand there with an iron grip and stare deeply into your eyes.

His multi toned hues searching into your soul and trying to slip in answers and reasons you’d never understand. He was searching for something, and you weren’t sure why he hadn’t found it.

Bucky began to scare you with his odd ways and strange glances. He would leave deep bruising imprints of his fingertips, one’s that you decided would be best left unknown to him.

You couldn’t understand what you had done wrong.

Stephen comforted you, he was all you had, he was all you needed, and so you pushed away everyone else for him.

It was within his advice that he suggested you isolate yourself from them, that you come stay with him.

He told you he loved you and you believed him. Because somewhere you were sure you loved him too.

Living with him was a dream come true, and yes, you fell for him deeply. But he was odd, there where irrational moment where he’d drag you from your bed in the middle of the night and mutter to himself next to you, or he’d drag you outside in your pyjamas at 2 in the morning to some late night event where that woman would be again. The same brown hair, the same hazel eyes.

You thought that maybe, maybe this was how he showed love, maybe he was just trying to be spontaneous. But you knew something was wrong, deep down something was wrong.

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The answer came to you one night.

Did you know that guilt can make people sleep walk, sleep talk? As in the case of lady Macbeth and her stained damned spot, Stephen began to be active in his body as he was in his dreams. As active as he was in his guilt.

He muttered her name, ‘Christine’, for nights on end, he muttered her name and you let it slide. But it only got worse

The muttering had transformed into loud chatter. He said things that his waking mind would dare not.

Then finally, he said what he had done. His dreams must have been plagued of you confronting him, and he proclaimed his apologies and then his selfish plans.

“You were a pawn” he said

“I’ve never loved you” he said

“Your power was meant to be used” he said

“I’m sorry” he began to cry

“Forgive me” he sobbed.

That night you slept on the couch.

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Stephen knew you were catching on, he knew you were drifting away from him. But he also knew that he had stripped you of anywhere to run to. He was your only hope.

It hurt him to treat you how he did, but he always was brought back to the greater cause. In the end he needed Christine, he didn’t need you.

Stephen knew he was being selfish and abusive. But it was at a point where he no longer cared. He was too infatuated, too close to getting what he wanted.

Guilt followed him into his dreams, he’d wake up more tired than when he had fallen asleep. Your betrayed face plaguing his dreams.

When he woke up to you gone, he had to keep himself from going insane. For a split second he could see his world crumble around him, only to rationalise and find you downstairs asleep on the couch.

He draped a blanket over you and smiled. He thinks he could have loved you, if only Christine hadn’t stolen his heart first.

“I’m sorry (name)” he muttered under his breath. “But at least once I’m done, you can find someone who deserves you.”

But you couldn’t, he knew that, because he had taken you away from society and placed you into a fantasy land of false security and love.

For a while, you pretended everything was normal, you tried to forget what he had admitted to.

You hoped he’d fall for you if you just understood what he was going through, if you just stayed with him.

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Finally, he had had his fill, finally, Christine had agreed to go on a date with him.

He abandoned you at the first hurdle to winning her back. Your luck had been used up.

“Please” you had begged, “what did I do? Why was I not worth your love?”

He had shaken his head at that point.

“Who even are you again?” He had asked mockingly. You were a stranger to him now, used and abused and thrown away. He didn’t want you anymore.

For the first time in a long while, he looked at you and your heart didn’t flutter, you gazed into each others eyes, and you felt nothing but resent, nothing but pain. Because all you were was a pawn in his game, never enough for him.

So you left, you left his home, you left his life, and you found yourself a nice corner in the hustle of New York, and that is where you laid your bed and, you hoped, your grave.

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You must have fallen asleep at some point because the sun was now setting and the crowds had changed. Far less children wandered the streets and now partygoers and criminals made up the sea of faces.

You were still exactly as you where, hidden in a dark corner of New York, between a brick stairwell and a building. You were heartbroken, but not stupid enough to go down an alley.

You hoped for the world to take you away, the cold to strip your warmth and to be embraced in all those dead, all those who had left you alone in such a big cruel world.

You prayed it could happen before an avenger on their night patrol found your pitiful state, you knew how thorough they were. You knew that despite his rant about his lack of use for you, Stephen wouldn’t let you die. He would have reported your missing state to tony. You were too good of a pawn to lose. To much of an asset.

Tony wouldn’t get the full story, Stephen needed to protect his image. So Tony would get some explanation about your power causing irrational behaviour, that you ran off and want to go rogue, that you want to become a villain.

You knew Tony would be sceptical, but protocol called they drug you up and lock you away.

You couldn’t stand it, you hated it, you hated Strange. You wanted to go back to those movie nights you’d spend bundled in Bucky’s arms or laughing with Natasha, normally over Steve smashing his face into the ground after Tony tripped him up. You missed your family.

So you fell asleep, you dreamt of those warmer nights. Because your dreams were all you had anymore.

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Waking up in a bed wasn’t your plan. But it was soft and smelt familiar.

You could hear water gushing into a bath from a distance. You didn’t want to open your eyes though, they stung, but everything felt so peaceful, so homely.

“Good morning darling.” You knew that voice, you knew this smell. It was him.

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Bucky hadn’t known how to react when he found you asleep and shivering in a dirty corner. He almost overlooked you as a drug addict or homeless person, you had just looked so desolate and abandoned.

He only turned around once he heard a small whimper, it was you. He took a step closer and saw your form curled up, still, and yet lost among the city.

Picking you up, you felt lighter than before, he cursed Stephen in his head. He hated him.

Tony had received that message from Strange. But he had known better. He had hacked into your phone before he did anything radical, had found those rants on your notes app. The emotional manipulation he put you through, all of it, right there.

Bucky had to prevent himself from hunting the bastard down and publicly gutting him, then and there. But he reeled in his anger when he finally saw you.

He loved you. But it had taken him too long to protect you. Now you were hurt, and he blamed himself.

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Living with the avengers again was strange, everything felt far too normal. It was exactly the same as when you had left. But Stephen had convinced you they had forgotten about you, that they hated you?

You were confused, but not unhappy.

You weren’t able to do any missions again unless you were brought into ‘mandatory therapy’ as Tony had put it. But it did help.

You soon got over Stephen and came to loathe how he treated you. Once again returned the soft cuddles of movie nights and the infectious chortles of home. Everything felt right again.

It took Bucky more time than he’d thought it would to admit his feelings to you though.

He had been walking through the hallways of the compound when he came across you. You gave him a smile and a wave before trying to walk away again.

It was in that moment he realised he never wanted to see you turn away from him again, not without knowing how he truly felt. So, he grabbed your shoulder, you flinched and he took a moment to reel back, softening his grasp.

“I’m sorry, I should have told you how I felt, I never wanted to hurt you.. I just couldn’t find a way to tell you his true nature, not when you seemed so happy with him. Then you moved away, and he isolated you from us and we- I- missed you. We shouldn’t have let him take you. I shouldn’t have let him hurt you- I’m sorry.” You look up into his eyes and see nothing but sorrow, adoration and genuine love. He began to tear up, taking a deep breath as you placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled.

“I love you.” He whispered.

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Everything wasn’t as perfect as Stephen thought, he missed you. It took him all that time of neglecting you, and now neglecting Christine to realise.

He watches ,who he considered his one true love, scream at him, tears flowing down her cheeks. She pushes him from her house, throws his bags and slams the door.

He had truly fucked up everything good in his life.

But he did love you.

And so he found himself a corner, somewhere in the streets of New York, a corner where he could sit and rot.

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[nocturnalazure]

heyy i think studying the trend of ts4 stories editing style will really help you improve your visuals. I know that picking an aesthetic is a choice & i honestly think you should stick to what you like instead of following the mainstream but popular stories are popular for a reason & you might engage more readers by following their storytelling formats (ex: using captions instead of text bubble, using different reshade/gshade based on the mood of the scene, show your sims moodlets, etc.) but ofc popularity isn’t everything and you have loyal readers already so i’m just gonna root for you & wish u good luck❤️

Hi anon, and thank you for your message and recommendation!

I hear you and you're surely right about what is popular, but I see how most TS4 players do their storytelling, and I personally find those visuals rather standard and uninspiring. I believe the word that you used is key: it is a trend. Which means, for one, that it can be a temporary thing, but above all, that it isn't necessarily an improvement.

Typically, captions. There is a reason why speech bubbles or their equivalents are widely used in comics and graphic novels: they are easy to understand at a glance for the reader, and versatile enough for the author to convey the proper tone. Captions hamper creativity and readability, imho.

I do like the effect of Reshade or Gshade or other -shades. I tried installing it, wasted a whole day, failed, was disappointed, uninstalled it and never touched it again. And then I thought: I spend a lot of time selecting my decor and background. I want them to be visible, not blurred. I want the details to be seen in their entirety. It's true that blurry backgrounds and dreamy filters make for pretty, atmospheric pictures. But do I want my story to be atmospheric? No, that's not my purpose. I want my story to be emotional, gripping, interesting. I'd like the reader to focus on the dialogues, the characters' face, the actual content of the story, not the feel of it. To me, visuals enhance a story when they explain by themselves who the character is and what they think. They don't need to be sophisticated to do that.

(Not to mention that Reshade is capable of putting a strain on my computer and I don't want it to overheat. The game already crashes enough as it is.)

I know it's just an idea among others, but showing moodlets is not something I will ever do because I don't do gameplay. I just tell a story using the Sims 3 as a medium. Many of those popular trends do not apply to my style, in fact.

If anything, I'd like my story to be read like a manga, not watched like a Netflix series. My stubborn use of speech bubbles and detailed backgrounds is what makes me different, and maybe that doesn't coincide with popular.

Because in the end, "popular" is just that: defined by prevalence but bearing no guarantee as to quality or innovation.

I thank you for rooting for me and thank you again for taking the time to send me a message, because somehow my head is clearer now about what I want and do not want for my story. I have no idea whether or not my visuals are globally appealing to other people, but *I* like them as they are. I'm willing improve technically, if I believe it will bring something essential to my work as a whole, something I'm missing for it to make sense. I get that my aesthetic may seem outdated to some, and it is unfortunate that so few people are ready to give my story a chance, but just like you said, I have a bunch of loyal readers and that is priceless!

#replies

[heavensenthearty]

Many people say there were plot holes in The Glory about each crime and that the successful punishments depended too much on coincidences. But the way I see it, things are left open enough and we don't actually know how the discovery of each crime is staged, we just know the abusers received what was coming to them. That's the plot, it's not a mystery or detective show, it's a revenge drama. (SPOILERS AHEAD).

Take Teacher Kim's death for example. We know how he died but we don't know how he was found by the paramedics. Let's say his son moved some of the bouquets to another room after the teacher fainted and said he was moving them to where they wouldn't pose a danger to the teacher before the latter arrived home, but he busied himself before he could move them all. His father arrived home earlier than expected, saw the remaining bouquets in the room, panicked, dropped his inhaler, his son couldn't listen or help because he was in another room.

The police wouldn't be able to prove it happened otherwise.

Did he buy the flowers? No, they were gifts sent to him. Were his fingerprints on the flowers? Yes, of course they were, they were sent to him and he received them at the door. Were his shoe/footprints in the room? Yes, of course they were, it was his father's house.

Even if they were suspicious, they would need motive to build a circunstancial case. But they can't investigate motive if the physical evidence doesn't point to anything else than this being an accidental death at worst.

The point is that none of that matters because the spotlight isn't meant to be on the police but on the protagonist who is setting these events in motion.

As for the coincidences, I agree that Dong-Eun couldn't have known certain things would happen the way they did no matter how much she planned her revenge, but I also think those things weren't in her original plan. It seemed like she had clear goals but was flexible enough on how to achieve them. That's her established character. She didn't know what happened to Myeng-o immediately, but she was happy with the result and moved on.

And I think some others like Jae-Joon's crash and death were simply luck being on her side, which plays into the symbolism and irony of the story as well. Dong-Eun doesn't believe in God but she caught many "lucky breaks" in her journey as improbable as they seemed.

From the beginning, what were the chances that Yeon-Jin's own maid would need help with a revenge too? Dong-Eun says so herself.

There is even the no-so-subtle introduction of a God that believes in punishment when Dong-Eun "prays" to Him in front of Sa-Ra.

So, yes, that's one of the themes of the show rather than a plot hole.

#the glory #the glory spoilers #angel rambles

[rydenfanfiction]

1006 Ryden Fics

Update: 1/24/23: After like 8 years I think I finally got this to work again!

Entire Rec List is below the cut!

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(Good In Bed But) Better With Chopsticks Ryan couldn’t use chopsticks if his life depended on it.

(Not) Afraid Of Being Broken In Brendon wasn’t really sure how it’d happened. Well, he knew it started with some cuddling, then moved slowly, building for months until everything started to fit together

 [And You’ll End Up Looking Like Supernovas] Ryan gets sunburned.

[Douse The Lights] “I’ve been waiting for you,” Brendon tells him, and Ryan says, “I know.”

 [Off a Cliff Just For the Spark] Ryan doesn’t want to do anything to ruin his already perfect memories. Brendon thinks that the stupidest thing ever.

 [You’ll Be Platinum] Brendon’s sex tape gets mixed reviews.

 @Replies Panic loves spamming twitter

 1-800-CALL-ME-B Brendon works in a call center, but not just any call center, and a certain client keeps calling back for more. It’s better than you’d think.

 20 Little Random Moments Brendon and Ryan’s relationship told in 20 moments.

 21 “Attention” was the number one thing on Brendon’s list of stuff he wanted for his birthday.

 28:06:42:12 Donnie Darko. It’s great but the end is really disappointing, sigh.

 50-50 Ryan Ross says yes to lube.

86, 400 Chances Ryan has Asperger’s Syndrome and is obsessed with time. Brendon loves him and goes with the flow. With 86,400 seconds in a day there are 86,400 chances to break it or keep it all together.

A Break from the Noise Ryan Ross has “noise.” He hears what people think, feels what they feel, and sees what they see in their mind.

 A City Named For Us Brendon and Ryan and the bitch of living. (Ryan’s side) And not-sequel-type-thing? That Long in Darkness Pined Brendon and Ryan and the bitch of living. (Brendon’s side.)

A Dark and Rainy Night An isolated video shoot turns deadly when a series of seeming coincidences conspire to trap the boys of Panic! at the Disco in a mountain valley with a psycho killer on the loose… And Brendon can’t seem to stop staring dreamily at Ryan long enough to focus on the danger!

 A Doll In His HandsRyan’s fingers are messy, so Brendon cleans them off.

A Fetish For The Finite And Sequel: Crush Me Like A Flower and third: Drop A Heart AND A FOURTH: Just What I’m Used To

 A Friend Of Mine Ryan just needs someone to come and hang out with him, but everyone’s busy. Story of his life. Jon sends his friend Brendon to help.

 A Hotter Touch, A Better F… Than Any Girl You’ll Ever Meet The one where being Mr. Nice Guy has some unforeseen consequences.

 A Kiss for Luck, Submerge Myself “At least she thought we were fighting,” he offered weakly, fixated on the undone top buttons of Brendon’s shirt and the flash of pale skin that showed through the gap and wondering if Brendon was as hard beneath those dress pants as he was right now.

 A Little Less Sixteen Candles

"To be honest, I kind of just want him to pound me."

A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Schoolboy Crush 

What if Ryan can have them both?

A Little Less… and Sequel: The Pros And Cons Of Group Sex With Your BandmatesGSF. why.

A Little More Touch Me

Brendon had a thing about Ryan’s hands.

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A Lover or a Friend, a Big Thing or a Small Brendon Urie, famous solo artist, is finally working on his second album, but it’s coming along a little slower than he’d hope. He can’t help it—he has a son to take care of, someone who he puts in front of everything. When Pete, his boss, gets restless and demands he starts working on the album, he brings Brendon a lyricist to help him get it finished. As the work progresses, their friendship progresses—but what happens when feelings do the same? What’s Brendon supposed to do when Ryan’s off limits in more ways than one?

A Manic Depressive Named Laughing Boy It is a truth not universally acknowledged that every small boy of highly advanced mechanical and electrical skills must be in want of a robot. Thus, Spencer created George 1.0 

 A Million Ways To Fall Brendon is having trouble coming to terms with being gay. So what does he do? Have a one-night stand of course. He starts to get sick and when he passes out, he’s taken to the doctor and finds out he has a mysterious unknown man disease. Either that, or he’s pregnant.

 A Mitten Love Story Ryan and Brendon liked being snowman hands. They liked everything about being mittens together

 A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square Brendon Urie has had a hopeless crush on Ryan Ross since the mortifying moment when he introduced himself at a national forensic conference by tripping in the aisle next to where Ryan was sitting and getting coffee all over his shirt.

A Physics Prodigy From Ukraine Ryan has depression and then Brendon moves in next door.

A Proportional Response So, yes, okay, he had a public sex kink. He was an attention whore, and besides, everyone had something, right? Still, it was totally unfair of Brendon to use it against him like this. 

A Shift in Tone Brendon questions Ryan’s words.

A Simple Souvenir Ryan hates the beach and he hates even more that he has to spend his vacation there.

A Tale Of Two Bookstores Patrick manages one of the many Barnes & Nobles in town, and everything is fine aside from his grumpy cashiers, his caffeine addicted baristas, and the two hidden in the back closet. Everything is fine, that is, until Borders decided to move in down the street and, yeah, Patrick is in trouble.

A Vicious, Delicious Cycle Brendon thinks school paddings are just a big tease.

A Wave You Glide In On High School AU. Fake Dating

A Year and an Ocean of Distance Based on the infamous Twitpic.

Abomination

High School. Brendon develops a crush on the pastor’s son. In which it is okay to cry over just about anything and it’s also acceptable to have sex in your friend’s grandmother’s bath using her head and shoulders shampoo as lubricant.

About Changes to @Replies: TheSpencerSmith @thisisryanross Jealous much? (Twitter!fic)

About Love and Forgetfulness One day, Brendon wakes up with amnesia.

About Space Unicorns and Chocolate Pudding Luke’s daddy was the coolest person on earth. He always played games with him and he could build the most awesome space camps.

Absence Ryan and Brendon grew up together, but have grown apart. Brendon stayed in Vegas and built his life there, while Ryan left the city to be thrown all over the world by a job he despises. After years of coming and going, they attempt to take a hold of each other once more.

Ace of Spades Ryan Ross has dodged death too many times, and when he does die he’s given another chance: go back to Earth and make someone fall in love with him in less then a month. Only problem is… he has to make a straight boy fall in love with him.

After All, You’re My Wonderwall He’d puke until his back, shoulders and stomach were burning. He’d throw up until he couldn��t breathe, sobbing uncontrollably as he knelt down in front of the toilet, hands palm flat against the dirty church floor.

After I Have Dreamed “Ryan Ross!” Brendon declares when he steps off the bus in front of their hotel, glasses askew, turning to face Ryan. “I love you!”

After the Rain Ryan finds a boy who is soaking wet and obviously hurt.

Agent Provocateur Brendon’s hit in the head and loses his memory. Spy fic.

Akin Brothers, Ryan and Brendon, were separated at a young age by their parents’ divorce. Their father took Ryan, against his wishes, to live in New York, while Brendon stayed in Nevada with their mother. Now, twelve years later, the two brothers are forced to spend time with each other, something that doesn’t go over too well with a bitter Ryan. 

Aliens in America Brendon’s convinced Ryan is an alien.

All Aboard Memory Lane

All Along Ryan always seems to appear when Brendon is doing something particularly embarrassing.

All For You The thing about Brendon, Ryan muses to himself, is that he loves attention.

All in My Mind The day Brendon met him was the day Ryan’s life started unraveling at the seams.

All My Best Titles Are Song Lyrics Ryan unknowingly takes his favorite song-writer’s virginity.

All That You Can’t Hold Ryan stares out the window a lot.

All This Alcohol Is Going To My Brain Ryan’s getting married and Brendon just can’t move on.

All This Alcohol is Going To My Head Just one more drink and he’ll move on, he swears. Sequel: Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue Brendon ruins everything.

All To Catch A Thief Brendon’s life is comatose and boring until someone breaks into every house in the town except his. A fairy tale about criminals. It’s so cute!

All We Fear is All that Can Save Us Jon and Ryan still talk to Spencer, and Jon still talks to Brendon, but since that decision was made last May, Ryan and Brendon haven’t really talked. And Brendon knows that he shouldn’t be surprised that Ryan’s here; after all, he’s here and he’s never been as, well, expressive about sex as Ryan has been.

All We Fear Is All We’ve Forgotten They both get off on pain  

All We Have Seventeen years into the future, things have changed. It’s time to find out where you come from, where you belong, and where you’re going.

All Wound Up

Brendon will never mention it but he loves Ryan best when he’s restless.

All You Need Is And everyone is always saying it, always singing “All you need is love,” but no one actually really realizes what they’re saying.

Alternate Uses For A Hipster’s Decor “Did you know Spencer’s coming over?” Ryan says, and Spencer startles so badly that his hand nearly smacks into the door, and Spencer knows the sound of that would give him away, but Ryan’s talking again, and Spencer strains to hear. “What do you think he’d do, if he came in and saw us like this?”

Always Leaving, But If there’s a science to it, Brendon can’t figure it out.

Amnesia in the Shithole Four days since their last gig. Four long, weary days since Ryan Ross, the guitarist of the world-known band Panic! at the Disco had mysteriously disappeared. Four days full of sorrow, worry and fights over frustration. Brendon sighed. Four days without Ryan by my side, he thought, feeling hot tears burning his eyes.

Amplified Ryan doesn’t understand why people think he’s a slut.

An Accident or an Incident? If you have a serious problem with the opposite gender you probably shouldn’t go see a creepy fortuneteller.

An Anchor With a Broken Chain When Ian gets hurt in a car accident, Ryan steps up to the plate and takes Ian’s place in the Panic at the Disco tour.

An Attempt to Clean Up a Mess He turns his head to look at the ceiling, words blurring together in a broken sigh, “Life is a mess, Brendon. And I hate messes, very, very much.”

An Unlikely Victorian Heroine

 ”Arms aren’t supposed to get me so hot, Ross.”

And Don’t Twirl Ryan is a 22-year-old model, with empty aspirations and disappointment with himself. He meets a hairdresser who needs to belong, and maybe he needs to find out what he needs before he can be what other people need.

And I Will Know You By the Shape of Your Absence Life has a habit of becoming ridiculously reliable when you’re least expecting it.

And If Angels Can Fall Features lonely, scientist Ryan, who discovers something he never thought possible on a normal day at work. Brendon related shenanigans and minor angst ensue.

And She Will Be Loved Ryan finds Brendon broken and bruised on a lobby floor and decides that Brendon needs to be showed what love is.

And Some You Do For Brendon Urie is lonely, Spencer Smith and Jon Walker are bored and life in Thornton Hill seems like it’s never going to be anything but mundane. Then a mysterious stranger sets up a shop on Main Street and suddenly everything is a little more magical. Part one of the Thornton Hill series

And That Smile That You Give To Me Ryan wants nothing more than to let Brendon knows how he feels, but he’s too shy to say anything. So Jon decides to help and makes up a game of seduction with a promise that if Ryan plays correctly, he’ll have Brendon falling over him in four days.

 And The Clock Strikes Twelve

 Brendon sinks into his chest, gaze landing on the mirror in front of them. “Look at us,” he breathes, even though Ryan already is.

And The Night Shall Be Filled With Music symphony orchestra.

And the Sun Burnt Out Tonight People’s faces look so much richer when they’ve been crying, but I always found it the most tortuous sight in the world to watch you cry. It was just wrong.

And Then It RainedStanding on the other side of the window, looking rather distraught and soaked to the bone, glancing around helplessly as the rain pounded down on him.

And We’ll Always Have Barcelona

Ryan and Brendon have long broken up, but Brendon invites Ryan to Barcelona for vacation anyway.

And Whether Pigs Have Wings Ryan impulse buys a pet shop and employs Brendon to help him out there. Completely adorable.

Angel of Music His life is hard, and he’s often mistreated, but at least he’s got a roof over his head, and food in his stomach. He’s learned to stop wanting any more then that.

Angels Among Us Ryan never knows how Brendon talks him into doing things like this.

Annoying Bunk sex, yay!

Another Good Word For Fellatio Ryan is offended that Brendon gives better head.

Anxiety Features nervous Brendon and shy Ryan in the cliché high school setting. Ryan’s in an abusive relationship with Jake and no one notices. Brendon’s the shy, geeky kid [whose best friend is one Mr. William Beckett] who just wants Ryan to notice him.

Anyone Else But You Right before college starts up again, Brendon meets Spencer’s friend, Ryan, and they hook up. Two days later, he finds out Ryan is one of his teachers.

Aphrodite’s Trap Brendon and Ryan go to Greece, but Ryan’s apparently the boy of ancient prophesy.

Apparitions and Other Everyday Abnormalities Ghost!fic. Ryan’s mother has completely fucked up his life by uprooting them and moving them back to Vegas, back to his hometown. He was expecting to be alone in a new place with no friends. What he wasn’t expecting was to find his house rather occupied by an univited guest that doesn’t seem to be able to leave. READ NOW.

Are You Like This, Afraid to be Yourself download link. Ryan is cold and Brendon is hot. Perfect!

Are You There, God? It’s Me, Brendon When Brendon came home with a bloody nose for the third time that week, his mother didn’t even ask. She just sighed and said, “Oh, dear.” The not again was implied.

Armed With Nothing But Your Boyish Grin Brendon actually has a morning routine now. God, they are getting old. No matter that they’re both still at least two years away from hitting the big 30, but how their younger selves would have laughed if they’d known that Brendon would have a morning routine and Ryan would be impossible until he’d had at least a pot’s worth of coffee.

As Dreamers Do In which Ryan forgets how not to talk.

At the Shade of Your Sheets “Hi, I’m Brendon. I like The Little Mermaid almost but not quite better than Fall Out Boy. What d’you want to drink?”

Attack Of The Blue Flu or How Ryan Helped Brendon Save Christmas Santa Claus sends Brendon on a mission to spread Christmas cheer.

Attention to Detail Brendon paid attention to what would make Ryan chuckle, low and breathless, and what would make him shudder and bite his lip.

Aubergine Dreams He imagines Ryan running his hands over it, smoothing out the creases and wrinkles, the way it would sit not quite right on his hips, over his chest, without any curves to fill it out. 

Automatic Joy This really was a fucked up thing to do, but he needed to get laid, and this just happened to be the perfect way to do it. A shiny plaque at the statue’s feet read “Ryan is a Coin Operated Boy. Insert a Quarter Into the Palm of his Hand and He’ll Do the Rest.

Autumn/Spring Brendon is struggling with a family that’s falling apart after his sister’s death. Then he meets Ryan.

Autumn/Winter Brendon’s completing his senior year of high school, trying to make it past the first anniversary of his sister’s death and one day become a hairdresser. Ryan’s a boy at the park with stunning eyes and hyperactive dog that walks into Brendon’s life without realizing. It’s a story about love and moving on.

Avoid the Good and Enjoy the Bad Brendon’s fiancé is a millionaire, his name is Chris. Chris suggested that Brendon should move in with him in his huge fucking mansion with three floors, sixteen bedrooms, twenty washrooms, three kitchens, four living rooms, blah, blah, blah, you get the point…And well of course you’re going to have maids, gardeners, chefs, servants, etcetera…And Ryan’s one of them. Eh?

Awkward, Unwanted Boner (AUB) Brendon had been having a good day, heck, a great day, so it was only fitting that it would all change in his seventh period History class.

Baboons and the Quest for the Last Poptart “It was the coolest, most fucked up dream ever, Jon Walker and I must share it with you.”

Back At One “Save you?” Brendon’s laugh is hollow and utterly wrong, twisting through a lull in the music. If Ryan never had to hear it again, it would still be too soon. “I’m not superman.”

Back to the Middle of the Place That Started It All Ryan was good at keeping secrets. But this secret was about to catch up with him. Honestly, honestly, this is the fic where Ryan gives birth.

Back To The Place He’s cute.” Brendon looks over at her, startled, and wonders if it’s all as obvious as it feels, if she can see it scrawled across his face after only talking to him for ten minutes. 

“He’s uh. He’s my band mate.” And Sequel: Until We’ve Reached Our Ever After

Bad Habit Ryan has a bad habit.

Ballad For The Lost Romantics Ryan didn’t exactly plan on being chased down the streets of Vegas by a gang one late night. He didn’t plan on being kidnapped either. Much less by someone who claims to be Ryan’s friend and protector, despite the fact that the two of them have never met before.

 Bananas

 Ryan finds a new way of looking at Brendon, but he doesn’t want to.

 Bartering Lines

"Okay, deal. You can kiss me, but stop tickling me in exchange."

Basic Adjustments Three days into the recording of The Album that Has Yet to Be Named, Brendon loses his voice. Just like that.

Bear Brendon thought that the Bear was the best thing ever. To be fair, though, Brendon always thought that something was the best thing ever, but it just so happened that today, this week, this month, whatever, it was the Bear.

 Beautiful Color “Tell me why they’re beautiful. Explain them to me.”

Because You Look Like A Jackass Brendon is new in town and already trying (and failing) to win Ryan’s heart.

Bedtime 

Brendon likes to sleep naked, did you know?

Been Taken Underage shenanigans on the fold out couch from the infamous share.

Before Midnight Brendon’s at a fancy dinner and Ryan is a waiter.

Behind the Curtain Panic! in the Wizard of Oz.

Behind The Golden Arches Brent and Ronald McDonald porn. How Brent Wilson Got His Hair Greasy The sequel. Technically not ryden. But this is my rec list and i do what I want *pathetic snaps*

Believe That Life Can Change Ryan gets pregnant; Brendon isn’t quite sure what to make of it.

Best Friends Means Brendon’s pretty much the Godfather of the school. Ryan’s his little-known right hand man. They’re best friends and they’ll stick by each other’s sides forever. But what Brendon doesn’t know and what Ryan’s beginning to feel will certainly complicate things.

 Best Laid Plans

 Brendon had a three-step plan to make Ryan Ross fall in love with him. 

 Bets Off

"I know you guys are taking bets on me and Brendon," Ryan said, "and I want in."

Better Together Pete was sort of vague about details and Ryan didn’t exactly have the balls to question it, but it is today, Pete said he’s coming today. 

Between A Hard Place And You Ryan’s stronger than he looks. 

Between the Lines “I wrote you an album.”

Big Girls Don’t Cry Fairy Princess Ryan is lonely. He never expects a stranger on the road to wind up being the one imperfect person who can change that.

Birthday Call Ryan calls Brendon.

Bitch Hikers Ryan picks up Brendon off the side of the rode. Then they pick up the Spencer and this is their journey. Makes absolutely NO sense at all and is perfect.

Black And White Piano Keys Ryan’s an English major and he needs a final project, but he gets a little more than he expected “You are the words to my music, Ryan Ross. You are the chorus to my melody. You are the beauty behind the beast.”

 Bless You Brendon has an allergy for dogs. Ryan notices that every time Brendon has a sneezing fit, he disappears to the restroom and only returns a lot later.

Blind Leading The Blind/Testimonial It all played out like a movie, the first three years of my high school career. Always the typical love/hate relationship plot line. Always jumping from event to event, keeping the pace and suspense, trying not to let the audience get bored. And we all know that the good movies never have a happy ending.

Bluebirds Fly Brendon isn’t a weatherman, he’s a meteorologist, and when a new resident news anchor joins The KATU news station, he’s more than a little excited.

Boston The day I found my sister in the bathtub dead was the day I met Ryan Ross.

Boy You Better Put Your Pen To Paper And Charm Your Way Out Everyone knows that George Ryan Ross is straight. Why would I have a chance with him? And especially me, Brendon Boyd Urie. 

Boy You Got A Real Pretty Face… Too Bad I Want To Break It Ryan Ross and Brendon Urie, esteemed and respected editors of Harlequin Magazine. They put each other through the fires of hell but could there be room for something else?

Boys Next Door Playboy Bunnies! Or the one where we objectify Brendon’s ass like whoa.

Breaking Brendon thinks differently. He jumps.

Breaking Rules Has Interesting Consequences (And Never Forget That Payback’s A Bitch) Ryan didn’t mean to. Too bad Brendon doesn’t care

Brendon and the Beast Beauty and the Beast AU. You knew it was going to come at some point.

Brendon and the Purple Crayon Like Harold and the Purple Crown. Except it’s Panic.

Brendon Ryan talks about Brendon.

Brendon Urie Dreamer Extraordinaire Mind magic isn’t against the law but generally people avoid it. It’s dangerous and unpredictable and those who take part are usually outcasts of society. If Spencer suggested this, he must be pretty fucking serious.

Brendon Urie Pet Detective Ryan Ross is the new kennel attendant at a veterinary clinic. Dogs all over town are going missing and when Ryan’s dog Hobo disappears, he’s lucky that his coworker Jon Walker knows who to call. Super Cute!

Brendon Urie’s Guide To Starting a Band There was nothing Brendon wanted more than to be in a band. Except maybe a really cute guy who loved him lots and being in a band. That would be totally awesome, but Brendon had to focus on the Getting a Band Together part first.

 Brendon, You Asshole Brendon’s a dick and Ryan’s pissed. And he certainly is not going to give into those puppy dog eyes an hour later, just begging to fuck him or—more likely—for a blowjob with a clumsy postorgasm hand job as reciprocation.

Bright Copper Non-Sunsets ”Hi, I’m Ryan Ross. You have a name that starts with a B and that’s all I know about you. I stare across a room of feebly drunk people and I see you with cocaine in my eyes in my lips on my ears in my brain and I think, BBBBBBBBBB.

Brilliant Smiles And Barely Scraping By Brendon’s holding something inside of himself. It’s far from his heart; that’s where his favorite songs are kept. What he keeps secret is held in a place that Brendon himself doesn’t even want to try to find.

Broken Glass And Rusted Nails When Ryan gets the tattoo, he bears it casually, sprawled out in the chair and smiling at Brendon’s chatter as the needle traces over his skin.

BuildABear Brendon and Ryan go to BuildABear.

Bully Buttsex Complete crack 

Burning Down Cathedrals That one where Brendon’s a famous musician and he gets Ryan’s band signed and where they don’t literally burn down cathedrals. Very good.

 Burning Through My Head

 Ryan helps Brendon with his Halloween makeup.

But I’ll Stray

"I thought we stopped doing this."

But In Time Brendon’s lyrics have the strange tendency to come true. Creepy Folkin’ Around theory in here.

But It’s Better If You Do Brendon Urie lives in Chicago with his teenage daughter Reagan. He divorced Reagan’s mother, Lizzie, two years ago because of her refusal to seek help for her alcohol abuse. One day while cleaning the attic, Reagan Urie discovers an old photo album that puts questions in her head that her father never wanted to have to answer.

But Sweeter The part that didn’t make sense, at first glance, was the spoon.

But Where Do The Nuns Come In? In which, Brendon’s family do their best, Ryan goes camping, Spencer mocks from afar, and Brendon is fascinated by Ryan’s flies

 By Small and Simple Things

And there’s no way that Skittle is currently hoisted above the head of a tiny little brown-haired man who is pressing the mouse away with his foot and shrieking in frantic whispers… No, it’s just not possible. Except it is.

By Super, I Mean You They all have super powers and Brendon spies on Ryan while he’s showering.

Cabin Days, Cabin Nights. 2nd POV!

Call Me Maybe Brendon meets a boy he can’t get out of his head.

Call Off The Crush “I wasn’t thinking straight”

Calling I heard a high pitched noise and turned my head to the side. Beside me on the steps sat a mouse brown cat with big honey coloured eyes.

Can I Have Your Number? Brendon REALLY wants Ryan’s number.

Can We Fast Forward To Go Down On Me? 

 redorchids

   Brendon and Ryan are getting it on in a supply closet.

Can’t Buy Me Love Ryan has a thing for shoplifting.

Can’t Forget The Things You Never Said Really, Ryan probably should have known that Brendon would be just as talkative in bed as he was out of it.

Can’t Stay Away Ryan Ross hates pain. He can’t stand any form of it; emotional or physical.

Candyboy There is an urban legend about how a boy can get the most spectacular and orgasmic kiss of his life, if he dares to try it.

Capes of Red Ryan doesn’t think he’s dead, he’s just misplaced his resurrection.

Capital Letters Make Things More Official 

Cardboard The thing about the world – it’s always moving. Spinning, twisting at breakneck speed and leaving him behind, always, and it’s just so confusing. So Brendon seals his eyes shut to avoid the motion sickness.

Carnival (The Normal Kind With Rides, Not The Creepy Ye Olde Carnivale Kind) Migraines, guilt, confusion, winning of stuffed toys, dates that may or may not be dates and of course Jon and Spencer.

Carry On Supernatural AU He pressed himself against the wall when he saw the figure standing at his door. Now he was probably really gone crazy. 

Carving Out Our Names The road to Maryland is paved with good intentions.

Case Number 182 How the split of Panic came about. Based on actual events, photos, tweets, videos, etc.

Castles in the Sky To say he is crazy is an insult. To say he is sick is an even bigger one. Brendon has to cope with the people around him and the way his family acts towards him after he ended up in the psychiatric ward. While maintaining a complicated relationship with the place’s resident pyromaniac: Ryan Ross.

Catching Airplanes Northern Downpour in which Ryan, Brendon, Spencer, and Jon put graffiti in various locations.

Cathedrals and Finger-Steeples Ryan doesn’t know exactly what Brendon wants from him, and he’s pretty sure that Brendon doesn’t, either.

Catnip Ryan and Spencer smoked catnip and turned into cats.

Caught Up In the Stars Brendon stared down at his feet, doing all that he could to avoid looking at the man. It wasn’t like things were bad between them; they were just a little uncomfortable since they’d stopped being together, of sorts. Whatever it was they were before, Brendon wasn’t sure.

Cave Of Wonders Jon Walker keeps hearing about these fabulous orgies.

Chain Of Flowers

 Brendon gets a new tattoo on the last day of the Honda Civic Tour.

Chasing the Monsoons Brendon’s always had a problem filtering his thoughts, and when he get high, it gets a little worse, which is why he confesses his fear to Ryan.

Children of Wrath The one where Ryan is dead and Brendon is charged. (Don’t not read it because of the summary.)

Christmas in the Desert AU college. Ryan and Brendon are done with finals. Brendon’s supposed to go with his parents to visit family while Ryan’s prepared to spend the holidays alone.

Chutes and Ladders Brendon has an adventure in babysitting, although he should probably pay more attention to the kid than her older brother.

Cicatrice “His name is Ryan Ross, well, George Ryan Ross III to be exact, but everyone knows him as Scar. Scar is everything Brendon is not, everything Brendon envies and wants to be. Scar doesn’t give a shit what people think about him, and he cares even less about everyone else’s feelings. Scar is every bad boy your Mom warned you about, and also few of the bad girls on top of that.” Sequel is Overshadowed

Claim The Sky There are several days in Brendon’s life that, he’s decided, have changed him forever.

Clandestine

Clarity Feeling bored and confused about life, Brendon goes to New York. He meets an insightful artist who helps him break out of his shell.

Coal—Sweater—iPod—This It’s Brendon’s job to deliver Christmas presents, but something special happens when he gets to a certain house.

Cock Slut and Sequel: Interruptions

Coffee Ryan is a misanthropic Starbucks barista who is a tired insomniac and just wants to be left alone. Then Brendon moves in. 

Cold Light Of Morning

Brendon wakes to Ryan’s hand stroking softly across his stomach.

Collect The Moments One By One It was Spencer’s idea. And that’s how bad shit happens. What else would anyone suspect when the Urie-Smith-and-sometimes-Valdés household attempts to throw a New Years Eve party and invites Ryan along with his many people?

Color Of Insanity Diamonds are a girl’s best friend but it turns out that sometimes boys want them too. To save themselves from a fate worse than jail, Spencer, Ryan and Jon need to steal a world famous jewel. Maybe they’ll need a little help.

Color Outside the Lines

Colors Ryan becomes blind in a freak accident, but Brendon will always be there for him.

Colour Wheel Brendon thinks in colors.

Combustion Brendon goes to a Renaissance Faire where he meets Ryan, a fire performer. Sequel is Kindle.

Come Undone Brendon thinks Ryan’s scarves are ridiculous.

Come What Sorrow Can

 People bully Brendon, Ryan takes care of him.

Common Circuitry Problems

 ”Oh,” Brendon breathed. “Your robot has a stutter. Spencer, that’s adorable.”

Common Sense

 Ryan and Brendon grow up together.

Communication Skills Brendon thinks Ryan doesn’t want him anymore.

Comptine D’un tre Ete In his mind, Ryan felt like he was in a foreign film a lot of the time.

Conflicted They’re back on the bus. Brendon is irritating, Ryan is irritated.

 Consanguinity Ryan never really thought of Brendon as anything more than a partner in crime. He hardly even thought of her as his “little sister.”

Conversations With Dead People Brendon’s mom sends him to stay with his aunt one summer. Maybe if his cousin wasn’t such bad company, Brendon wouldn’t have befriended the ghost.

Could Be Someone Ryan’s father died two months and four days after he graduated college, leaving his son with more debt than anything else. We’re all just trying to get by.

Counting Down the Days ‘Til You’re Walking Through My Door Brendon first met Ryan on a Tuesday.

Cradle of Civilization When an ancient device that has been buried under the sands of Egypt for thousands of years is uncovered, it brings with it more questions than answers, and for decades it remains a mystery until an extraordinary young man is brought in to solve what no one else has been able to. What is revealed is a gate between worlds, and a small group ventures through into the unknown where they are tossed headfirst into a struggle as old as the device itself. Through war and death and oppression and vast desert sands, maybe they will learn that some mysteries are better left as that. But there is also the chance, for one, to finally learn of the one thing that will make it all worth it.

Crash The Cemetery Gates Brendon’s a vampire under William’s reign, but comes across trouble when he’s inexplicably drawn to a human under Pete’s wing. 

Crawling Vines Ryan’s a teenage kid who walks around town at night, and gets sucked into the world of a ghost, called Brendon Urie. 

Crayons, Ketchup and A Lap Dance Tester Brendon curses the day when he promised to work as a substitute teacher for kindergarten. And Sequel: Smoothies, Hug-Attacks, and More Crayons

Crazy/Beautiful Ryan’s a slut and Brendon’s Mr. GoodyTwoShoes but somehow they manage to fall in love.

Crime And Passion Brendon witnesses a murder and Ryan is sent to protect him from the mobsters who want to kill him to stop him from testifying against them.

Crimson A questionably sarcastic tale in the wondrous world of Guitar Center

Cupid’s Chokehold is Stronger Than His Bow And Arrow High School. Cupid hates to fall witness to people hating each other. Unfortunately for him, Brendon Urie and Ryan Ross want to kill each other. Can Cupid keep his bow and arrow aimed at the right two people, or will his pet-peeve come in the way of fate?

Dance In the Rain It’s their movie moment.

Dance Upon The Waves A Pirate Fic. Brendon swears this is the last time he’s going to take treasure-hunting advice from a giant turtle. And *flailing motion* Sequel: [Untitled?]

Dance With a Ghost Kiss me and tell me it’s not broken.

Dance With the One Who Brought You Pete gives Ryan the worst gift for his birthday which turns into the best gift of his life.

Danger! High Voltage Ryan and Brendon find a new way to entertain themselves

Date Night At first it’s awkward.

 Days Gone By Crack!fic in which Ryan turns into Brendon’s favorite stuffed animal, Waffles the Penguin.

Deafening Silence It takes one brief moment to realize that sometimes it’s just better to let go. But it doesn’t make it any less painful.

 Dealing With Bullets

The first time Ryan was pushed against the wall was when he and Brendon were just fifteen, wearing Third Eye Blind tshirts and skinny jeans and converse.

 Dear Catastrophe Waiter 21-year-old Brendon moves to San Francisco, home of gay coffee bars, free donuts, and Ryan, the prettiest waiter Brendon’s ever seen.

Definitely (Maybe) Brendon has been pinning over Ryan for ages. The only thing stopping him now, is one Gabe Saporta.

Deprivation

Desert Drive Ryan and Brendon go for a late night drive.

Desperate Times And All That

Diamond in the Rough Brendon needs some help getting the boy. A Genie is just the way.

Diamonds, Loose Ryan thinks he’s got everything planned. That is, until Brendon turns up at his high school, and shows him how unstable he really is. It’s a story about lust, angst, and how no matter how hard you try, you can’t really escape when you’re in love.

Did We Get Hitched Last Night? The guy who will write ‘One Night Stands For Dummies’ will deserve a Nobel prize.

Did You Think That You Were Dreaming? Meet 17-year-old Brendon, sent to an institution and new school after he snapped. On his bent road to recovery, he meets three boys on the way, Jon Walker, William Beckett, and Ryan Ross, each facing their own problems and issues, and then there’s the odd and intriguing Lauren. Brendon has to learn that accepting and overcoming the past is his only way to be free of the instituation, and the only one that can teach him that is the one and only Ryan Ross. 

Different Ways to Get to Where We Are

Dim the Glare Brendon goes to Ryan’s father’s funeral with him.

Dirty Second Hands Ryan has a serious Mommy Complex and Brendon just wants Ryan to snap the hell out of it.

Discoveries And Obsessions (Part 1 of the D.O series~) Brendon never thought it would turn out to be so addictive. He never thought, when he first squeezed a finger inside carefully, wincing at the pressure that he’d get addicted to feeling.

Do You Know What I’m Seeing? Spencer sees it first, the way RyanandBrendon and SpencerandJon is fast becoming RyanandJon, and Spencer, then Brendon.

Do You Remember Where We Met?

 From the library’s security camera’s perspective. Drabble; Ryan works at the library.

Doctor Knows Best Ryan has severe insomnia and goes with Brendon to Dr. House to find a solution. While helping Ryan, House can’t help but notice something interesting about his patient.

Doing Fine “Don’t bullshit me.” Dallon’s never this forward with people he barely knows, but he feels as if he knows Ryan very well, as if he’s been running Dallon’s life for the past year and a half.

Don’t Forget How Well I Know You

Brendon’s quite the flirt. Ryan’s quite the control freak. 

Don’t Mention Love or, I Constantly Thank God For Nymphomania Brendon has a theory. He’s no psychologist, of course, but he’s thought about it a lot too much, really and his guess is as good as anyone’s. Ryan is a complete nymphomaniac, Brendon thinks, because Ryan does not relate to people on a normal level. Ryan does not relate to life on a normal level. He bottles up all his emotions and pours it all into lyrics and sex. He tries to express an entire spectrum of feeling that way. No wonder he has to do it so often.

Don’t Put All Your Eggs in One Basket Nice…egg, Brendon.” “Actually, Spencer, it’s my child.” He gives Ryan an endearing look. “Our child, to be more correct.”

Don’t Wish For Me Ryan dragged them all to see a fortune-teller, and Brendon got more than he bargained for that night.

Don’t You Float Away After Ryan Ross gets the scare of his life, he knows that some good has to come out of the situation. And it does, in the form of Brendon Urie.

Don’t You Know I Love You (When You’re Down & Dirty) Ryan can’t remember the last time he said the word want out loud.

Don’t You Know That I Belong Arm and Arm With You, Baby Brendon embraces his sexuality and Ryan is not jealous and is certainly not in love with him.

Down on the Farm Mrs. Ross, fed up with her son’s destructive and illegal behavior, decides to send him to live with a friend of the family over the summer before his senior year. The worst part is, he’s staying on a farm.

Dream A Little Dream Brendon Urie and Ryan Ross are best friends, band-mates and, well, straight. Or are they?? (Or the one where Brendon sleepwalks…among other things)

Dreaming in D Major But Brendon plays cello like he’s doing the instrument a favor. Ryan can see the fingers of his left hand sliding effortlessly over the strings, finding the right keys as his right hand automatically slides the bow at exactly the right angle to claim the sound.

Drink Me Brendon works for Gabe in his potions shop and one day accidentally doses himself with a love potion. The problem is, Ryan doesn’t know that it’s a potion. More can be found here

Drive Faster, Boy Ryan, Brendon, backseats, secrets.

Drop Our Anchors 

Brendon doesn’t like storms.

Drown the Silence Brendon likes the quiet moments.

Drowning in Saltwater Ryan is an aspiring writer with a dark secret that has caused him to close himself off from the rest of the world. One day, he finds inspiration at the beach.

Drowning Lessons Brendon’s washed-up and married, and ends up hooking up with Ryan. Angst. Drama. Angst. Did I mention angst?

Drunken Nights With Brendon Urie ”Fuck, Bren. That’s, like, your fourth drink.”

Eight Seconds Rodeo cowboys .

Elsewhere According to Spencer, the Community is the way it is for the good of everyone. “Choices are dangerous,” he tells Brendon. “What if people were to choose the wrong thing?”

Enchanted Ryan’s never really liked parties.

Encounters-Five Stories Of Love And Loss These are five short stories with the same basic idea a post-break up Brendon and Ryan interacting with each other in different situations. Every story is a new one, they’re not continuous, and they are all relatively short

Epic

Etude In Blue Brendon doesn’t want to think about work or bills or how he had woken up this morning supremely awkward, wondering if he had ruined his new friendship by letting his sleep deprived mouth run away from him again.

Euro-Almost-Trip Includes Scottish Spencer, English Ryan, excited exchange student Brendon and one long assed train journey.

Eurora It’s cool, but you’ll need google translate!

Every Inch of Me Brendon goes to boarding school where he meets Ryan Ross, a rich kid who’s hiding secrets.

Every Night You Stay It wasn’t Ryan’s fault that Brendon had, apparently, taken everything he’d said to heard and decided to make Jon Walker his new best friend and secret boyfriend.

Every Speck Of Dust Illuminated Elizabeth Ann Berg is a witch, and Brendon knows it, and no, he isn’t just saying that Ryan is spending so much time with her (thank you very much, Jon Walker). But knowing it and proving it are two very different things. Featuring Charlotte the cat, Ryan the oblivious and Brendon the hopelessly infatuated.

Everybody Wants to Drive on Through the Night if it’s a Drive Back Home But he knows what rushing into love feels like and he knows it hurts like hell when one of the people in it decides it’s over. And he knows nothing lasts forever. Not even love.

Everyone Is Shaking To Your Name Ryan (and Spencer) go on voyeur sites.

Everything Else Is Meaningless Now Brendon Urie is the nerdy, socially awkward, and gay kid at his high school who gets beat up on a regular basis. Ryan Ross is the cool, popular, and straight kid at the same high school. When Ryan saves Brendon one day everything changes…

 Everything I Am Ryan wants more than one person can possibly give him. Brendon tries anyway. 

Everything Not Forbidden Is Compulsory A Robin Hood Fic! Ryan is seven when he meets Brendon Urie.

Evil Thoughts Ryan visits a bridge in the middle of the night, planning to leave the world for good.

Exactly What You Think It Is Brendon sends Ryan a copy of the new album.

Expect the Unexpected Sharing a bed hadn’t been their first choice.

Extenuating Circumstances The main difference between Ryan getting pregnant and Spencer getting pregnant was that Spencer had Jon, and Ryan had Brent.

Fae Attraction Urban fantasy AU. If they hadn’t been fighting, Ryan wouldn’t have walked into the group of fae.

Fair Market Value Things go a bit awry when he sees Ryan, and just can’t resist the purchase.

Fake Plastic Trees Ryan feels a twist in his heart, god, what he would give just to hear Brendon sing. To hear his voice, to hear him laugh, to hear him cry, to hear him gasp. To hear his own name fall from those lips. He shakes his head. He hates thinking about things that he knows will never, ever happen.

Falling In Love With Original Sin  Ryan’s past keeps coming back to haunt him, his insecurities have prevented him from ever loving another; Until he meets Brendon Urie, the sexy, mysterious guy who makes Ryan feel things he can’t fully understand. Now, the ‘wall’ Ryan has built up over the years is slowly coming down..

Falling Is Like This Brendon is madly in love with the boy from the candy shop. The boy from the candy shop. There’s only one. “I bet he’s sweet,” Pete cracks and Brendon rolls his eyes and groans.

Fallout The world is killing itself in a mass nuclear war and Brendon and Ryan head underground.

Family Values Personally, I don’t care,” are the first words to drip from her mouth. Then, “She deserved it. Stupid slut slept with everyone around her, and a gay boy got her pregnant.” Ryan slips his eyes shut and thinks of her skin glistening under the florescent lights of the bathroom. She’s all china-doll and cold. He smiles to himself. She downed alcohol and pills; copy-cat, he thinks, almost venomously. But then again, he stopped feeling pity a long time ago.

Fascinate.

 AND Fascinate. [part 2]

 Boys and blood.

Fight Club Brendon is fighting for something. Ryan is curious as to what.

Fighting Just to Breathe Ryan’s friends buy him the shittiest birthday present ever. A gift certificate for yoga classes. But once Ryan meets his instructor, it turns out to be the best gift he could ever ask for. and Sequel Come Back to the Place We Are

Fighting the Flow Brendon is stubborn and Ryan is confused; the push and pull of power in a dysfunctional relationship, and the difficulties involved.

Fire Island The one with the deserted island and the abundance of Nightwish lyrics.

First Tell Me Which Road You Will Take The one where Ryan and Brendon chose to make it better.

Five Reasons Why Jon Almost Quit the Band (And One Why He Didn’t) Jon’s first weeks in the band were pretty hard on him.

Five Times Ryan Tries To Propose (And the One Time He Does) 

Ryan is maybe kind of a colossal idiot.

Five Times Ryan Ross Let Brendon Urie Walk Away When He Should Have Told Him To Stay

Five Times Zack Almost Caught Ryan and Brendon (And the One Time He Didn’t) He knew the first time he met them there was something going on.

Flicker “Oh, right! Pixie dust. Right, I always forget that part.” Peter Pan!

Flowers

Brendon’s learning that the world is made up of many things, including evil. He also learns that evil is usually attracted to good people. 

Flying Just Like “We have a Wendybird all of our own,” said Jon, “only butterfly-shaped. And, um. We used to call it Ryan.

Folkin’ Around “It’s about you, Ryan.”

Footnote in a Fairy Tale Ryan stood at the bar and sipped his drink, watching the crowd, waiting until he found whatever it was he’d been needing for the last few days. Ever since they’d arrived in London there’d been a feeling in the pit of his stomach, that something had to happen. He needed change, he needed excitement.

Footsteps In The Snow In Brendon’s world, all men are missing their halves and are doomed never to find them. But, one day, Brendon hears a voice in his head, and it’s not his own.

For a Minute There (I Lost Myself) “Brendon,” Ryan says, and his voice is low and quiet and curls up Brendon’s spine like a drunken serpent. Ryan’s fingers are long and thin. He taps a beat on the desk as he speaks. “Yes?” Brendon asks. “I think you’re magical,” Ryan says, “and I wanted to know how would you feel about doing hair for a rock band?”

For A Minute There He remembers when it was nothing more than playing, writing, making music with the boy who handed him the words and then took his breath.

For All the Right Reasons A look at a year in a relationship.

For Anyone, Ever Burned So Bright Ryan likes Brendon, and he likes secrets, and he doesn’t want the two to be mutually exclusive.

For His Sons (And Their Three Separate Hearts) Ryan thinks that hearts aren’t those big bouncy things that girls draw on love letters. No, they’re more lumpy, more thin and dripping. 

For Keeps He sees Ryan, and Brendon knows that Ryan would be like one of those t-shirts that’s been washed way too many times, so worn through it’s almost translucent, with a few real holes showing through to skin, but soft. Soft and just the perfect fit, clinging to your skin in all the right places.

For Love Of The Sun Fallen Angel Fic! Brendon was an angel until he was exiled from the heavens. His wings were cut back and he fell down to Earth, losing all his memories in the process. When Ryan finds him on the streets, unconscious and helpless, it’s not like he can just leave him there.

 For Other Meanings Of Tsunami See, the more Brendon thinks about it, the more it makes sense. Brendon is kind of genius; he just didn’t know it. Sex with Ryan. He guesses it could work. 

For Whatever You Lose You can’t always get what you want… unless you fish it out of the ocean.

Forgetting You In A Cabaret Ryan Ross is the son of a wealthy strip joint and casino owner, but his father employs him to do a lot more than serve drinks.

Fortifications and Many Other Things He’s not mad at Ian, not really. It’s just that the way the curly haired boy was playing the guitar reminded him of someone.

 Four Four defining moments. Four heartbreaks. But only one man caused them all.

 Four Men And A Little Cabin Unrelated, nonlinear scenes from a recording cabin.

Freakend

"Assuming a little much, are we, Urie?"

 Freaks An accident lands Ryan in the hospital, and he meets Jon, who tells him of a mysterious patient on their floor. There’s something not quite right about him, but then again, there’s something not quite right about Ryan as well.

French Kiss Ryan Ross comes to live with the Urie family.

From A Pretty Mouth Ryan likes Brendon in lip gloss.

Fuck Him Gently They lose their virginities together.

Full Circle Two boys, a boat, and the North Sea at night.

Futile Wars

 Brendon and Ryan were together for nearly three years, but the relationship ended in tragedy. After over a year of silence they find themselves facing the past, only to realize it’s not the past quite yet.

Gay Chicken Pete wants to play a game which Ryan and Brendon are forced to take part in and they will do anything to win.

Get Back To The Place Where You Once Belonged Ryan always intended to be a novelist. Instead, he’s working as a copy editor for the Seattle Times. It’s not the only thing in his life that somehow got messed up. Also, Brendon writes a musical!

Get Off My Lawn! Ryan Ross promises never to be a cranky old man when he grows old. Well, he lied.

 Get Ur Freak On

 Whoops. 

Gingerbread House Brendon and Ryan are moving into their perfect house or what they think is their perfect house, until it starts everything starts going wrong with it.

 Give Me A Sign

Sign language. Ryan Ross doing sign language. With those hands. In front of Brendon.

Give Me Empathy Everyone has adorably useless superpowers.

Give Me More Standard Smoothie Hut Brendon and confusing as fuck Ryan in the lead up to Panic! at the Disco finally getting signed by surprisingly un-creepy Pete Wentz.

Give Up (Get Down)

Given Limits Exist Ryan and Brendon work together and they are perfect together.

 Glory Fades

 Something sacred, something so beautiful.

 Gonna Be A Mighty King

 It’s just a Wednesday, but Brendon can still be surprise king for a day.

 Good Boy “Two can play at any game. Even Brendon’s disturbing sexual fantasies.

Got to Know for Sure There is a fifty-percent chance that, on certain days of the week, when the lunar cycle is in precisely the right position and Gabe Saporta’s pants are exactly the right shade of neon, Brendon may or may not have a teeny, tiny crush on Ryan fucking Ross.

Grace Brendon is an actor to which Ryan writes the script of his life for.

Grace Note Ryan is a journalist struggling to hold himself together and make a name for himself as a writer. Brendon is the lead singer of the popular band, “Industry of Being” until Brendon leaves the band with little explanation and Ryan is given his big break when he is the one asked to cover the story.

Gravity Fail

 Ryan Ross has numerous epic Brendon related fails.

Growing Up And Grey Areas Ryan’s not expecting a new neighbor. He’s certainly not expecting that new neighbor to start attending his private boarding school, and he definitely isn’t prepared for the events that follow.

Guernica Ryan is a stuck-up artist who lives by his routines and never steps out of his familiar patterns. Then as he gets to know Brendon who doesn’t give a shit about rules or routines, or well, anything, it’s a collision of two worlds. Surprisingly, an odd friendship springs up from their acquaintance, but then the shadows of the past begin to unveil and soon they find themselves in a huge mess, one that neither of them is going to walk out of unharmed…

Guide Me Home “It was the first time I slept outside.”

 Guilty Pleasure For every action, there are consequences. and Sequel: Gainsay

Hail the Seasons as They Go Ryan’s going off to college. He has less than a week left, a few days of spending time with his friends, with Brendon, and he doesn’t want to complicate anything.

Hand On Your Arm Brendon is blind, interviewers are morons and Pete is Pete.

Hangover From Hell The one where they get drunk and married. NOT A ONESHOT

Have A Little Faith In Me Ryan’s in witness protection. He’s alone, and he wants to keep it that way. Brendon, the new boy, fits in easily but can’t help being intrigued by the quiet boy at the back.

Have Found Out What You Are Like

 Brendon splays his pale fingers over the smooth piano keys and just plays. By ear, by touch. There are sheets of music in front of him, but they’re for a different song. He can’t see them anyway, playing with his eyes closed, face blank.

 He Acts Like We Never Have Met (I Don’t Believe You) An alternative universe fic of The Heart Rate of a Mouse in which Ryan goes back in time. 

This is what we faggots do. Sit in the cars of strangers after sunset, watching them pay for a motel room at the reception.

  He Knows He knows. I haven’t told him, but he knows. Brendon always knows with me.

He Was Just Hanging Around Ryan throws Brendon’s phone out the window and has to make up for it somehow.

He Watches The Ships That Come Sailing Pirate Fic! featuring Ryan the Reckless and Brendon who is a little bit lost. It’s cute!

Heart and Tender Heartdealing… Brendon recognizes the term, but in the same vague way that he recognizes the Mafia while really only knowing that it’s something he doesn’t want to mess with and involves people in suits. The term obviously doesn’t mean actual, physical hearts, since the jar looks to be just a wisp of cloudy shine. It’s more like the ability to love and hate and feel strongly about anything, all bottled in one jar and stolen out of someone. It’s shady shit.

Heedless in Rain Brendon, desperate for a place to live and low on cash, moves into an old apartment above an old bookstore. An old, haunted apartment.

 Here Be Dragons “…and it’s exciting to be the first one to do this to him.” Time travel fic.

Here Comes the Sun Ryan likes to sing to his baby girl.

Hi, Brendon Urie Ryan met Brendon on a Monday, kissed him on a Tuesday, broke his heart on a Saturday and fixed it all on a Friday.

Hidden In Plain View Ryan wonders if it’s obvious or if it looks perfectly platonic, a group of friends hanging out, no one suspecting that two of them are something more

Hide the Razors “You shaved your eyebrows off.”

Hiding In Estrogen Brendon comes back to their hotel room and finds a beautiful, tall, lanky woman in high heels and a dress. But then he gets a closer look, and it’s not a woman.

Hints Brendon can read minds.

History-Proven Saftery Songs At some point, they’re going to have to stop buying things.

Hobo Ross Ryan takes Hobo to the vet.

Hold The Pose Brendon takes on a job as a cleaner for published writer, Ryan Ross, in order to fund his college studies. Spencer opens up an Indian style cafe and Jon, as always, is paid to make coffee.

Home Is Where The Heart Is  Every year, an elf is sent down to every city to help raise Christmas spirit. This year, Brendon Urie was assigned to Las Vegas, Nevada. More importantly: Ryan Ross.

Honey, I’m Home! Ryan is dating a pussycat doll. As far as Brendon is concerned, that will never, not be funny. (Don’t-cha wish your girlfriend had a dick like B?)

Hot and Spicy Yum Ryan gets turned on by the smell of pizza. When Ryan orders pizza, it’s the new delivery boy, Brendon, who delivers it. Oh. This is kind of like a bad porno.

Hot For A Teacher

Hot Hot Heat So maybe it was weird that they were sitting on Ryan’s double bed in nothing but their boxer briefs and eating cherry popsicles, but they didn’t care. All they knew is it was fucking hot, like the hottest day of summer, and there was no air conditioner or osculating fans and the town was in the middle of a black out. Sequel is The Sinful Burn

House of Wolves Patrick scrubs at his eyes with his icy mittens, because there is no way a freaking wolf is standing in front of him— and sniffing his crotch, Patrick realizes wildly. 

How A Resurrection Really Feels After narrowly escaping certain death, fierce, tough and masculine gang members Ryan and Spencer head out to the wilderness to avoid mortal danger (it isn’t Ryan’s fault!), accompanied by a heartless assassin who might turn on them at any second. Then there is the virgin Brendon, who really likes God and girl’s dresses. This fic is hilarious and sweet and sad and angry and well written.

How Did I Fall In Love With You? Bad things happen when Ryan reads fanfiction.

How Far Down Ryan likes his job, and it only gets more interesting when a new customer starts coming in regularly.

How Misery Loved Me Brendon had never seen Ryan cry.

How Naptime Can Go Horribly Right Ryan tries to take a nap until Brendon climbs into bed with him. Naked.

How To Kill A Straight Guy There was no possible way. No completely fathomable way that the human being standing in front of him was a guy.

How To Let The Sky Go Ryan teaches dance, sometimes, to those who aren’t completely incompetent or slow. It’s for these reasons and maybe a few more that he really doesn’t want to teach Brendon Urie how to dance.

Hum Along To The TV Everyone’s got something that they’re trying to quit. Whatever it is, there’s a group for it. Ryan and Brendon are no exception.

I Am Not Afraid To Walk This World Alone Brendon knows noses, Ryan knows how to be stubborn, and Spencer and Jon should know better than to say anything.

I Am the Derivative and You Are the Curves Ryan’s close to flunking and he needs a math tutor. That’s where Brendon comes in.

I Can Be Your Safe Haven (I Got Places You Can Lay Your Head) “Ryan, what’s going on? How did you get those bruises?”

I Can See How Jesus Wept Boarding school. Brendon takes it upon himself to corrupt Ryan’s virgin soul.

I Could Belong To The Night When Ryan’s best friend Spencer dies, he thinks he’s all alone.

I Don’t Even Know Where To Begin

 Ryan finds a dog on his front porch. 

 I Don’t Have A Library Card…But I’d Love To Check You Out. Brendon is close to flunking out of college, and his roommate and partner in crime, Jon, is not helping. He seeks refuge in the school’s library and finds a little more than a place to study. This is a story about finding love, taking chances, and being true to one’s self.

I Fell In Love With a Dead Boy The strangest thing happened on Halloween night.

I Know Something the Piano Doesn’t Know Brendon is uninspired. Sex ensues.

I Know You’ve Got a Wild Streak At sixteen and having been in public school for five months now, it’s hardly Brendon’s first party. But it’s the first where someone’s caught his eye, where he hasn’t just showed up with Ryan and stuck by the older boy’s side until Ryan sat him down on a couch and told him to be careful before disappearing with some mostly drunk girl into someone’s bedroom.

I Love You More Than I Hate Bottles The Young Veins!!! Brendon is a huge fan. Like, a huge fan. And he’s so in love with Ryan Ross. You have no idea.

I Love You Or Something Like That Ryan has to prove himself the Casanova everyone says he is.

I Love You To Death And Beyond Crack! Ryan turns into a zombie, but Brendon loves him too much to let him go! Ryan just wants to eat Brendon’s brain.

 I Never Told You What I Do For A Living Brendon and Ryan. Both psychotic murderers.

I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy and All I Got Was This Brightly Colored Sex Toy It’s a butt plug, not a chastity belt.

 I Spiked Your Cup With Angst And A Heart Attack It’s been three days and my mail has collectively gathered into one massive pile of responsibilities and reminders that life moves on without me.

I Swear I’m Not Folkin’ Around How Brendon wrote Folkin’ Around.

 I Thought I Saw You Sometimes the world just isn’t a bright place. Sometimes there’s a reason, sometimes there isn’t. A story about trying to figure out how to live in the world and deal with the life and feelings you’ve been given. 

I Thought The thing that Ryan and Brendon start up isn’t supposed to be anything other than a way to relax and unwind, but Brendon isn’t sure that’s what either of them really want.

I Wanna Be the One Brendon wants a baby. Badly. So badly that he would risk friendships to get one.

I Want My Hat Back Patrick wants his hat back. But who has it?

I Want To Hear The Same Song Twice Brendon is a DJ at a gay club, Spencer tends the bar, Jon has the best job title ever and Ryan is… complicated.

I Want To Wake Up Where You Are Panic broke up and Brendon went out on his own, he and Ryan haven’t seen each other for twelve years and Ryan has conflicting feelings when it comes to Brendon.

I Will Never End Up Like Him, Behind My Back I Already Am ”Then why are you still here?”

”Cause I-I’m not really here.”

”Then where are you?” “I am i-infront of you, but I’m not a-alive, Brendon.”

I Will Never Let You Fall When Brendon’s parents decided to adopt a child, they probably thought it would be a lot easier. Aka HoneyChocolate

I Wouldn’t Be Caught Dead Brendon finds out how “normal” Panic really is.

I’m All You Want And More

I’m Not The One and Sequel: The Objection of My Affection It’s been two years. Ryan’s in college and he is reunited with Mr. Urie.

I’d Rather Be Rolling Cigars Brendon can suck cock.

I’ll Be At The Cabin For Our Christmas The boys have decided to celebrate their holiday together before heading home for Christmas. They decided to do it in the place it feels the most acceptable, the cabin.

I’ll Be Every Breath Your Trembling Lips Taste Something happens to Brendon and Ryan just wants him to feel better.

 I’ll Do Anything For You (No, Really)

 Ryan gets sick and Brendon worries.

I’ll Have My Cake (And Eat It Too)

 How exactly he ended up being able to hear his friends’ sexual thoughts is still a mystery to him.

 I’ll Show You Mine If You Show Me Yours

"Have you ever done anything with someone else, Brendon?" 

I’m Gone With the Moon, New With the Sun The first time Brendon realizes something is wrong is when he’s 6 years old.

I’m Not the One Mr. Urie is the new English teacher in Ryan’s high school.

If I Go To Hell, It’s Because I’m An Avid Slasher My obsession had started around the time I was a freshman in high school. (It’s really funny just read it.)

 If I Never Knew You When Ryan is sent to live with his aunt after his mom gets fed up with his behavior, he is pissed. He never expected to meet a boy who was so different that he could change Ryan’s life forever.

If I Were Stalking You Then I’d Know Your Favorite Cookie Flavor (Oatmeal Raisin, By the Way) Spencer’s a video game addict, Jon’s kind of an ass, Brendon’s in Fall Out Boy and Ryan, uh, well he has a stalker.

If I Were Stalking You Then I’d Know Your Favourite Cookie Flavour (Oatmeal Raisin, By The Way) Spencer’s a video game addict, Jon’s kind of an ass, Brendon’s in Fall Out Boy and Ryan, uh, well he has a stalker.

If the Moon’s a Balloon In which Brendon is an unconventional Christmas tree fairy and Jon is altogether too interfering.

If the Stars Could Sing “I only want love from people who know what love is.”

If This Isn’t The Kingdom Then I Don’t Know What Is It’s been almost a year and a half since the last time that Ryan just showed up like this, and you’d think that Brendon would be surprised, but he’s not.

If You See Me On A Corner Ryan picks up a hustler.

If Your Heart Speaks to Me Mute!Brendon

In Case the Scene Gets Nasty Ryan and Brendon have been at each other’s throats for as long as they can remember. But things start to change. How else are they supposed to spend the long hours of detention together? Sequel: In Case the Scene Stays Nasty.

 In My Linen (You Are Skin Again)

 All he wants to do is kiss every square inch of Brendon’s body, wants his lips to be as feather light and almost nonexistent as when Brendon is writhing beneath the sheets for that ghosting

 In Nobody’s Eyes But Mine Ryan had thought he was immune to the spontaneous little moans and screams Brendon is capable of making from their shows, but it’s just different when they’re all naked. 

In Our Family Portrait… Blarie’s story of growing up with Ryan and Brendon as her fathers, and their family album.

In the Event I Lose Myself Brendon and Ryan are obvious soul mates.

In The Sound Brendon quits Panic! At the Disco and becomes a hairdresser, watching from afar as his former friends and band-mates rise to fame. One day, after years of silence, Ryan Ross wanders into his salon and asks for a haircut.

In These Lines

In Your Eyes Beauty Be Found High school with a bit of a weird twist? Brendon has a secret that could, potentially, ruin his life. Naturally, Ryan Ross finds out.

Infinite Sometimes With the help of his friends, Ryan has just learned how to like life. Brendon hasn’t yet found such luck. This is a story about strong relationships, trust, not wanting to be alone, and holding hands. There’s a river, and just like its never-ending path to the ocean, some things just go on forever. Sometimes you need someone more than you need yourself, and sometimes, that’s okay.

Innocence (In a Sense) This is his job, and maybe it’s not the most professional thing to do, but sometimes things have to happen in order to make things right. And if putting criminals behind bars means Brendon has to get a little dirty, then so be it.

Insanity Madeline Michelle Urie could hear the screams of the half dead in the victims in the experiment-morgue room across the hall.

Insomnia Is The Excuse For The Lack Of Something You’ve Never Known Sometimes Ryan wondered why Brendon was so childish.

Intoxicated Circulation Brendon has a couple too many and gets a little bit persistent as to discovering Ryan’s sexual orientation.

Invisible Fences

Iron, Neon Lights & Weed Brendon wants to get a record deal at all costs. He joins the Las Vegas underground music scene, but ends up distracted when he falls for Ryan, a scene king with little interest in attachments. 

Irrevocably Combined Where-in Ryan really just needs some time to figure a few things out.

Isn’t This Exactly Where You Want Me? (In an Airplane Bathroom) Ryan and Brendon get on a plane. Ryan and Brendon meet. Ryan and Brendon hold hand holds. Ryan and Brendon sneak off.

 It Isn’t Stupid When It’s You

 Brendon notices the cameras first, turning away, and Ryan can’t help but mouth ‘I love you’ as he does. He’s sure no one notices.

It Sure As Hell Ain’t Normal, But We Deal Brendon is in a relationship with his ex-teacher.

It Was A Plane Ride Mile high club. Ryan, quite possibly, hated everything imaginable about his job. Co-workers were a bitch, mainly the girls, and pilots were usually an arrogant asshole or nervous wreck. The costumers? Beyond words.

It Was Always You Post-Divorce Cabin Fic. Basically Spencer, Ryan, Jon, and Brendon get back together in the cabin for a week.

It’s Just A Stupid Ring or How Brendon Baggins Saved Middle Ramen

It’s Only A Crime If I Get Caught Ryan is sent to the Urie household for behavior adjustment and scares the living crap out of Brendon. That is, until Brendon realizes Ryan’s not as bad as he first thought.

It’s A Week Before Christmas And I Meet You It’s a week before Christmas and Ryan meets Brendon for the first time.

It’s All Okay When I Say “You and I” This is adorable, seriously. High school with a Christmas Plot. Brendon wants to get Ryan’s attention by being his Secret Santa. The problem is, Ryan is the coolest guy in school, with more people pursuing him than Brendon cares to think about.

It’s Always Cloudy (Except For When You Look Into The Past) Timetravel! Where in a future version of Ryan comes back to tell his younger self that things will get better. Cute!

It’s Good To Be Feeling Ryan knows what he wants.

It’s Hard To Face The Holidays Without For Christmas, Ryan doesn’t get a dog. Spencer gets his train set. Brendon doesn’t get his deck of cards. He also doesn’t get a friend. Christmas 1992-2006.

It’s Just Curiosity So the thing is, Brendon needs Ryan’s dick.

It’s Just Like Flying “Why don’t you own any cool movies?” Brendon inquires, muffled from where his head is inside the TV cabinet.

It’s Just Like Flying Brendon and Ryan are bored.

It’s Not Repression, It’s Denial Ryan and Brendon are not in love. No, seriously, they’re not. Jon is just delusional.

 It’s The Mess That Feels So Right …And he’s suddenly confident and knows exactly what to do.

It’s Written on the Wind Beatles/PATD crossover. It’s the Spring of 1967, and the last thing Abbey Road intern Ryan Ross expects, or even wants, is to become instantly attracted to a guy let alone a session musician named Brendon with a bad habit of not knowing when to give up. It would be a very, very bad idea, and Ryan’s determined to avoid it (and him) at all costs. A tale of scarves, Carnaby Street, music, and falling into something rivaling a Burt Bacharach Standard.

Jingle All the Way Brendon is annoying Ryan so Ryan makes him pay in the Christmas way.

 July 6th, The Day For The Forgotten. "Exactly two years ago, to this day, you told me you wanted to leave. You said you wanted to leave the band. You said you wanted to leave me." Brendon winces at the thought. "That was the worst day of my life," He says quietly.

Just A Matter Of Time Until We’re All Found Out There was this smoothie shop on the way home; Ryan liked to stop there often but there was this really obnoxious kid always working there now.

Just A Teenage Douchebag, Baby Ryan is determined to have a good day.

Just One of the Girls “Spence, I’m. Look, I’m going to prove this girl-thing to you, okay? I’m going to,” he held up his hands, “this is so brilliant, I’m going to become a girl.”

 Just This Once, Be My Savior In which Ryan has a daughter, Brendon has a nephew and somehow, they manage to fall in love.

Part Two

#ryden #ryden fanfiction

[creonininkwell]

WARNING: blood | Thanks to everyone who came to Saturday and last night streams. Basically what King Dice has been up to in this AU. And other random story-bites.

Ever since losing his show, Dice has been pretty depressed and trying to keep in the Devil’s good graces. Now why is King Dice Number One? Is there a number Two or Three? The answer? Yes! About 25 other mortals or beings that have made a deal to provide souls in exchange for whatever they desire. After permanently dealing with Number 25, due to pure coincidence and dumb luck, Devil is suspicious of others possibly welching on their deals. These are NOT the same debtors from the game. So Devil gives Dice a chance to reclaim his Number One spot, by doing an “inspection” on his temporary lower-ranked colleagues.

You’d think Dice would have to be very under-handed enough to sabotage or manipulate circumstances for his competition. Not necessarily. Turns out A LOT of the debtors only wanted the boon of powers, wealth, or other perks to benefit themselves. Some are building power in hopes to be on equal fighting terms with the Devil. Some are just hiding or cloaking themselves while benefiting from their deal with no repercussions. Dice has been in mortal peril one-too-many times than comfortable. But again, he’s Number One, for a reason. Can’t deny his loyalty and determination to succeed.

Now I have no plans to go into full detail since I have no idea how Creon and the boys get into these situations. Not sure how the boys got trapped into a carnival of terror with a deranged clown. Creon is trying not to lose her $h!t. The boys initially were screaming in terror, but then they start screaming in fun. Because it’s still carnival rides. They just forgot that they can potentially die.

Taking a page from the original script premise for the show, the boys didn’t want to do chores and decided to be hobos. They hitched a ride on a boxcar, not knowing that they were riding the Phantom Express. Creon went to fetch the boys, but all three got trapped as the Phantom Express wasn’t stopping until it reached the final destination. Creon hasn’t had good experiences with the supernatural in recent dimensions so she’s struggling to keep her sanity in check.

By sheer coincidence Lucy/Devil happens to be there. Lucy/Devil becomes their guide and they cautiously avoid the conductor and the train’s ghostly passengers. Maybe this was early and Lucy/Devil didn’t snap and go on a burning spree, so Creon doesn’t know the full extent of Lucy/Devil’s demonic influence. Lucy/Devil has been masking his overwhelming demonic presence, so the specters are unaware that the Devil is on board. Lucy/Devil was unable to find the best opportunities to kill of Creon and nab the cups’ souls while on the train. So He decided to keep his facade for now.

#creon in inkwell #king dice #cuphead devil #cuphead and mugman #beppi the clown #miss chalice #phantom express #lucius mayweather #creon gilead #blind specter #chosts

[shadowseductress]

ETHEREAL (smut)

Part-I

It's been quite a while since our paths first crossed. Despite attending the same university, we've pursued different majors, and surprisingly, we've never had the chance to cross each other's physical paths. We forged a strong online friendship, sharing photos and exchanging admiration. Our conversations spanned topics from academic pursuits to the quirkiest of interests, and we found common ground amid it all. Our bond grew stronger through shared music sessions, thanks to our similar tastes. Additionally, our mutual passion for writing further connected us, even though he expressed himself in Hindi while I favored English. As time passed, our online connection deepened. He displayed genuine concern during my difficult moments, offering comfort during cramps and nightmares, while I reciprocated by being a supportive listener as he shared his past experiences. Our exam schedules coincided, and we developed a study routine where we not only focused on our own preparation but also supported and encouraged each other throughout the process. We both possess a unique blend of assertiveness and tranquility, which occasionally led to spirited discussions between us. However, our ability to communicate effectively always helped us resolve any conflicts that arose. With time, our understanding of each other deepened, and it's at this point that an unexpected twist enters the story. It felt truly surreal, like it emerged out of thin air, catching us completely off guard. Our luck took a turn for the better during the university's cultural fest – a rare moment when our paths were destined to converge, and we were on the brink of meeting face to face for the very first time. Surprisingly, despite my introverted tendencies and his extroverted nature, the prospect of meeting him in person and attending the musical fest, which featured our beloved singer, filled me with immense excitement. I opted for an all-black ensemble, pairing a black dress with matching heels, fishnet stockings, and an open hairstyle. Completing the look, I added black boots, carried a black bag, and topped it off with a stylish black coat.We had arranged to rendezvous outside the concert venue before entering together. As I was about to meet him, my heart raced with anticipation, and my introverted tendencies suddenly felt more pronounced. Our meeting began with a handshake, but in that moment, it felt like electricity surged through my veins. Then, he held onto my hands, and his gaze traced a path from head to toe. I initiated the conversation by saying, "Thank you, thank you," as I embraced him in a warm hug, feeling the pounding of his heart against my skin. His voice is husky and throaty as he asks, "For what?" while gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I pulled back slightly, cupping his face in my hands, and said, "For being here, for being my friend, for everything." His eyes glisten before he crashes his lips to mine, growling low in his throat as he does so. He urges me to wrap my arms around him and I do so.

#varsha #ethereal #smut

[blueteller]

I was reading through your posts earlier and saw the one about LSH CJS & KRS' abilities, and it made me want to share my personal headcanon for another Ability of KRS. As a disclaimer, I think this is very unlikely to be canon, but I found it such an interesting idea that I have pretty much integrated it into my headcanons and just wanted to share since you were also guessing about potential other abilities for him. Basically, I think an interesting third ability for KRS would be: being in the right place at the right time. I know it sounds pretty lackluster, but hear me out. Over the course of canon, there have been a LOT of lucky coincidences for Cale. He is constantly stumbling into people who desperately need his help at exactly the right moment to provide it (and earn their undying loyalty.) Hannah and Jack are just one of many examples of this. It's like his random encounter chance is at 100% at all times. Now, I do understand this is run of the mill for fiction, and in order to have a good and interesting story you need to maintain a certain suspension of disbelief for the lucky/unlucky coincidences the protagonist runs into, and I have no issues with that, which is why I say I doubt this is a canon ability. BUT, I do think it would be both interesting and reasonable within the setting for KRS to have that sort of ability. To explain my imagined details, it is basically an intuition of "if you go to this place at this time, then something you want/need to do will be there". No hints or anything about what will happen, just "go here and figure the rest out on your own." For the guy who can never leave anyone to suffer, even as he insists he wants to be a slacker, I think it would be something he couldn't ignore. Basically, it is a useless and even confusing ability for anyone but Cale, who has maxed out observation and strategy skills allowing him to notice the Random Encounters in his vicinity. It would also explain all the times he just so happens to run into exactly the person he needs to solve either a current or future problem. Honestly, what inspired me to think about this was the idea that a lot of Cale's dear friends and family members would straight up be dead if he hadn't coincidentally been there to give them the opportunity to save themselves, and it made me really sad so I came up with an Ability to fix it. I basically overthought things so much the power of Cale's protagonist halo leading him to story-relevant events was unable to soothe me, lol.

That's truly, really interesting! I don't think you overthought this at all – because it matches quite well with a certain theory of mine! …Well, not 100%, but hear me out.

Personally, I don't believe that Cale has a "luck" ability.

It's still a solid theory, of course – because if he had such an ability, there's a high possibility that he wouldn't realize it (having lived an extremely difficult life, on the top of being emotionally dense). In his previous life as Kim Rok Soo, he was under the Curse of the God of Death, which caused him constant misfortune and suffering. However, a "luck" ability would alleviate the symptoms a bit. Meaning: despite the odds, KRS still survived. He still made friends. He still experienced joy. Perhaps it was just because the Curse was weakened for KRS in comparison to the White Star, but perhaps he also had a natural affinity for good fortune, which helped him out.

I don't believe that's the case, though. Because you forget another important factor in TCF which hadn't been explained in detail yet: and that is Karma.

Now, according too google, Karma (in Hinduism and Buddhism) is "the sum of a person's actions in this and previous states of existence, viewed as deciding their fate in future existences." In TCF, it seems Karma is some form of energy, which can be obtained in three ways:

being naturally born with it

saving a lot of people by sacrificing yourself

stealing from other people by killing them

While we know that Karma can be used for transportation between universes ("I dedicate my Karma", a method used by the Hunters), and also having a lot of it means ascention into a divine being like a God or a Wanderer… I believe that Karma is also tied to fate, in a way. Good fate, to be specific.

Someone like KRS, who bore the Curse by no fault of his own, his Karma would remain unaffected. He would have earned a lot of it by saving people through-out his life and sacrificing himself constantly. Remember the incident where Choi Jung Soo and Lee Soo Hyuk died? KRS decided to stay and sacrifice himself, too. Just because he didn't die doesn't mean his sacrifice didn't count.

My point is: I think KRS got a lot of Karma. Which means there was a lot of good fortune in store for him. However, due to the Curse blocking all of it (or most of it, who knows), it was bottled up and unavailable… until the moment he transmigrated as Cale.

As Cale, he suddenly had a huge untapped reserves of good fortune on his side. And I think that was the reason why he was so lucky. He was guided to all the allies he would need by this force of Karma, which is directly tied to Fate. He was even able to alter the fate of the Black Dragon's – Raon's – death. The narrative stated that it was such an important event, that even Nature took notice of it and had to "accept" Raon as living in the world. Cale's earned Karma was so powerful he was able to implement such a huge change.

To sum it up, I don't think Cale is lucky because he's a protagonist written that way, or because it's an ability of his. I really think it's because of Karma, and that we will find out more about it in the future.

Thank you very much for sharing your thoughts with me! I hope my reply did not disappoint 😊

#tcf #trash of the count's family #lcf #lout of the count’s family #cale henituse #karma #analysis #tcf meta #tcf predictions #tcf theory #q&a #replies

[lake-archive]

Track 3

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Series: Secret Archive

Characters: Ann Wolff (OC), Saburo Yamada, Gentaro Yumeno

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Sneaking, sneaking and even more sneaking… That was what Ann had been doing the past few minutes. They were interested, very in fact. And yet it would not be that easy nor simple, they were more than aware of that fact. They had to keep quiet and make sure that even their steps would not make as much as a mere peep. And yet, they may have been very close to being discovered, noticing the one they were following stop and turn a little bit. It made them jump behind whatever there was, in hope they would be unnoticed. And maybe by some streak of luck they were able to keep this up. So step after step, just following the ones in question, almost unbothered. 

The one they kept a close eye on of course was Yumeno himself, especially when being the only one in sight. They did not have much of a choice here. There was not much of a progress however, only spotting him wandering around and being at the occasional stand still… Right, it should not be unexpected necessarily. And yet, each time they were just startled and kept at the downlow, hiding each time. Guh… They were feeling pretty stupid here. But they had to… They just had to. Or so they loved to tell themself, to say the least.

Things would take a turn when seeing an unfamiliar face being approached by Yumeno… Or rather, somewhat unfamiliar. Ann had heard of the boy in passing and from the first division battle… After all, it had been a rather big deal across Japan. He was part of… Erm… What was it again? Hold on they had it… His name was… Was… Yamada Sabusomething… Something across those lines. All they recalled was that very young teenager being part of Buster Bors, having represented the Ikebukuro division in that grand final. Everyone saw it and even they did. Shortly before— Ah, nevermind.

Point is they kind of knew who this was and the two being acquaintanced with another may as well not have been anything out of the ordinary. Even if Fling Posse and Buster Bros did not make it to the finals they probably had at least seen each other backstage or something. It was nothing too far fetched to assume. 

They seemed to have conversed for a moment, the younger boy eventually seeming to agree to something, though hesitant all the same. A team up? That’s what this looked like at the very least from afar. Could it be— No way, two people having business when it comes to this ‘Secret Archive’, that can’t be right. That’s like some old story clicheé, like minded people encountering another to form a team for a short period of time. Not on purpose mind you but simply by chance. Yeah, a coincidence. Nothing more, nothing less. Something like this would not fly actually and yet—

“Dare I even say that six eyes see more than four?” The voice of Yumeno would get them out of their thoughts, them startled as they leaned themself tighter against the wall. What is he heading at now!? Did he— No way, right? No chance! None at all! Right!? Oh they wished for it at this moment… 

“Hm? What do you mean?” The middle schooler had asked, confused and understandably so. 

“Oh, I am in no position to explain. But perhaps our guest might want to explain themelf?” 

As this sentence fell the author turned around ever so slightly, his gaze suddenly right into the direction they were standing. It made them grow stiff all of a sudden, feeling more than called out. 

Hold on, maybe it was a guess! Yeah, just a guess! Nothing else! No way he knew! He would have probably given a sign that he had noticed them earlier! There was no way! No way at all that they had been busted all of a–

“Now, why so shy? Won’t thou introduce theeself to us?” Before knowing it his voice was right in one of their ears, making them shiver on the spot, somewhat shudder even as it was echoing for a few seconds. They dared not to look and yet they were left with no choice but to look. So they did, slowly but surely, then spotting the author right next to themself all of a sudden which made them flinch on the spot, unable to say a word. And yet, all they saw was him smiling right at them, as if nothing was going on. Talk about busted… 

At that point the decision had already been made and they were forced to come out of their hiding spot, right into view. It was certainly surprising for the middle scholar, not having expected this at all. Someone was really there and had been forced to come forward, Yumeno had not been messing around nor told a lie.

The process was quick and the question short, the teenager having asked rather sharply. “Who are you!? What are you doing here!?” 

Which forced Ann to not just introduce themself but also explain themself, reveal that they had overheard something when having been about to pass by and head for one of their classes, about this ‘Secret Archive’. This was their first time hearing about it and they had gotten curious, or so they had excused it as. They did not need to tell them the details.

“Huh? You too? You gotta be kidding me…” The youngest of the trio sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“It looks like we art not alone in our endeavors.” Yumeno commented, though he seemed to have been more amused than disappointed or suspicious. “Why not lend us a hand young Miss?”

“W… Well, I— Hold on, ‘young Miss’?” They interrupted, taking a sharp turn with their head. “Don’t call me that. I ain’t a woman.”

“Huh? Thou art not?”

“Not a woma—” The teen repeated first confused before it had hit him all of a sudden, his eyes going wide. “Oh… Oooh! Got’cha!”

“Someone is accepting this very easily.”

“Well duh! Pretty common online!”

“Well… Kinda.” Ann couldn’t help but say. “Just don’t call me by anythin’ female and we’re fine.”

“Sure, why not.”

“If that is what thee requests I have no objections.” Huh? Even the author agreed. Then again… He ain’t some old geezer. “But thou has not introduced themself yet.”

“Ah– R… Right. Just call me Ann. I’m a student here.”

“A student? That might be helpful, we have an expert on this campus.”

For a moment the young boy’s eyes flinched, even if it had been only a short moment, before he regained his composure. It was as if he had been personally attacked at this moment after all. “R… Right… An expert… Anyway, I’m Yamada Saburo.”

Saburo! Yeah, that was his name! Now they remember! “Ah– Yeah but no need, I already know—”

“Consider it a formality Ann–San.” Yumeno would interrupt them, before they could even finish. “With that said, my name is Yumeno Gentaro. Pleased to meet you.”

“There’s literally—” But what’s done is done, so they shrugged it off just as quickly. “Nevermind, fair enough. We’ve got something to search for I suppose.”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“In a rush as well?” Yumeno threw in, making Ann only nod eagerly. 

“Yeah ‘course. Can’t afford to miss the reading later!”

“The reading?”

“An important reading I’ve signed up for as early as possible to get a spot in! Yeesh, it’s of course a big deal among literary students if the Yumeno–Sensei comes to hold a reading!”

“Oh, you mean that reading. A fan?”

“N… Not exactly. Actually—”

“Alright let’s go! You can talk about this later!” Saboru interrupted rather quickly, even getting right between the two at the last second. “We don’t have all day, everyone! Let’s just get going because who knows when we find it!”

“Of course, apologies.”

“Right, sorry!”

“Urgh… And make sure to get a room later…”

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#Nimue's Lake #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic oc #gentaro yumeno #yumeno gentaro #hypmic gentaro #saburo yamada #yamada saburo #hypmic saburo