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ausfortheheart · 4 months

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christmas shenanigans - MATTHEO R.

(mattheo riddle x female!reader one-shot)

summary : the reader convinces her boyfriend, Mattheo, to let her paint his nails christmas themed. But he's in for a surprise..

warnings: sexual references, so much fluff your heart may burst? 14+

a/n: after a 2ish month long break im back!! sorry for disappearing for so long everyone, a lots been going on school-wise, but I just had to come back to release a few works in time for xmas <33 decided to release a mattheo piece, as he is my fave slytherin boy after alll~

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Please?" You gave Mattheo an imploring look, "Just one to practise before I do it on the girls?" Aiming for a compromise you added, "Plus I can take it off straight away."

Mattheo looked at you sceptically. You had been asking to do this for days, especially now that it was finally late December - and christmas was around the corner - you were eager to try out a new nail design idea you'd had.

"You can sleep whilst I do it?" You proposed, and he visibly gave in.

Mattheo shook his head in mocking despair, but his eyes were filled with nothing but adoration, "Tomorrow then? After Quidditch practise?"

You grinned. "Perfect."

❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆

Christmas music played softly in the background as you laid down your nail prep tools on the floor. You'd managed to free up the dorm room for the afternoon much to the girls' chagrin, but once you had explained to Pansy, Daphne and Astoria the reason they seemed pretty supportive of your mission.

There was a knock on the door, swiftly followed by its opening as Mattheo casually strolled inside. His hair was tousled and his face tinged red after practice, and your eyes trailed down the fresh t-shirt he'd changed into. The grey tracksuits he'd changed into hung low, and as he moved towards you his shirt slightly rode up, exposing a brief flash of his toned abdomen.

You swallowed. He leaned down to give you a gentle kiss, then pulled back, his lips hovering by your ear, "I thought I came here for christmas nails, not a shag, love."

Rolling your eyes, you pushed him away.

"Shut up." You mumbled half-heartedly, as you fought the blush threatening to spread across your face.

He smirked as he sat down cross legged opposite.

"I'm not telling you the design, so that it's a surprise," You started, as Mattheo began to apprehensively examine a cuticle nipper, "I'll wake you up when it's done, okay?"

You placed a pillow on your lap, then gestured for him to lay down. He placed his head there, and you took a moment to admire him like this.

Lowering your head you kissed his cheek whilst fiddling with his brown curls. He didn't say anything, just smiled, and you couldn't help the flutter of joy it gave you.

After a second more of staying like that, in content silence, you got to work.

The painting was probably the hardest part, as you had to ensure all of the small intricacies were flawless. Mattheo fell asleep promptly after the first ten minutes, allowing you to really focus as you hummed to your favourite Christmas tunes.

After two hours of hard work, you were prepared to show your boyfriend your final piece of work.

"Mattheo.." You laughed as he slowly woke up, "Yes baby?" He slurred sleepily.

"I'm finished!"

Once he came to his bearings he quickly sat up, his hair matted on one side which you chuckled at.

He immediately looked at his hand, pausing in shock.

Just as you were about to say something he spoke.

"You said one finger nail. One." He scoffed in disbelief, then gave you an amused glance, before continuing to examine them.

"I got a bit carried away." You admitted, "But what do you think?"

He remained silent, then snorted.

Then burst out laughing as you sat there in horror.

Was it genuinely that bad?

Mattheo was now keeled over, his laughter renewing everytime he looked at his hand.

"Darling.." He began inbetween laughs, "I'm never taking this off."

thank you for taking the time to read my work, it always means the world <3

feel free to leave any feedback/your thoughts! id love to hear them :')

i hope you all have a lovely december, enjoying any holiday you celebrate! ❆

#mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo x y/n #mattheo riddle x you #mattheoxreader #slytherin #slytherin boys #slytherin boys x reader #harry potter #harry potter x reader #hogwarts #christmas #fluff

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takethesunnysideup · 3 months

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The main six as bat ponies :3

these took about 2ish hours each? except for pinkie she took like 3-4 cause she was my first lol.

#mlp #my little pony #my little pony friendship is magic #flutterbat #twilight sparkle #applejack #apple jack #twilightsparkle #rarity #pinkie pie #rainbowdash #rainbow dash #sprite edit #mlp sprite edit #c

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faeriekit · 3 months

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The WIPpening, 2024 (WIP tag game)

"Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs."

Okay, @hailsatanacab tagged me (thanks!!) and I do want to play, but here's my problems. 1) Half my WIPs are entitled "untitled document." Don't ask me why. I'm superstitious. 2) I finished the first fic in a decade in 2022, which means I have a decade of unfinished WIPs. There are genuinely hundreds of these, potentially 200-300. This is not feasible.

Here's what I'm going to do. I am going to parse this down to...ten-ish current WIPs. I am going to post them here below. Feel free to request whichever one you like, by title or number, in my tumblr inbox, and I will answer each ask with...mebbe 200 words minimum of WIP when I wake up in the morning. Cool? Cool. 😎

Untitled Document (primary) (dp x dc)

Untitled Document (most recent) (dp x dc)

Holy Ageswap Batkid! (dc)

alien Danny dp x dc (1)

Chet Thomas FakeLastName Timkon Clone baby (dc)

Naruto8

Fanfic(Marvel + batman) SpiderCass (dc x marvel)

Superboy Danielle bones prompt fill dp x dc

fanfic(Danny Phantom)demon!au(2ish) (dp)

Send me an ask with a WIP number or its silly title! I will warn you: Some of these are secret fics. I haven't started posting all of these anywhere just because I planned to snap them up in a few hours and they just took me so looooong (；′⌒`). But if you ask a question, I'll answer what I can, and if you make a request, I'll give a snippet. It's free real estate.

OH RIGHT, PEOPLE. Uh, uh.... *spins a wheel* How about... @hashtagdrivebywrites, @chromatographic, @cyrwrites, @mysterycyclone, @stealingyourbones, uh, who else writes...@glucosegaurdian, @tachvintlogic, and...@silk-scarlet-ribbons. Why not. Feel free to either play or ignore me entirely! See everyone else tomorrow! (✿◠‿◕)

#ask games #faer nonsense #faer winds

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arvensimp · 1 year

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I was wondering if you could do one with the reader having their wisdom teeth removed and Arven is there to take care of them? Like while they undergo the surgery and while in a loopy state? I have to get mine done soon, so I’m kinda nervous about it.

Hi! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get this one done. If you've already finished this procedure, I hope it went well and that recovery was smooth! If not, I wish you all the best! I got all of mine out back in high school, and I took care of my partner when they got theirs out around 2ish years ago, so I get the vibe.

Arven's happy to take a day off to take you to the oral surgeon and get you settled back in at home. He'd shrugged with a half smile when you'd asked if he minded.

"Nah," He pulled you in close and kissed the crown of your head. "It's not a problem."

So he takes you in and squeezes your hand reassuringly before you head back. "I'll be here the whole time." He tells you.

He waits in the lobby, messing around on his phone for the hour-ish or so it takes for them to get everything done, and when they let him know that you've woken up, he goes ahead and calls the cab back to your place, so you can be wheeled directly to the vehicle.

Once up in the air, you loll your head sleepily from side to side, trying to talk through cotton gauze.

Arven gently shushes you, trying not to laugh at your squovet cheeks and silly voice. "Stop. I know you have a lot to say right now, but you need to wait a bit, 'kay?"

You nod, and keep vocalizing without actually moving your mouth. Arven lets it slide and just nods along, humoring you, since there's no danger of you biting your tongue that way.

When he gets you home, he sets you up in a fluffy nest of pillows on the sofa, such that you can lay down and watch TV, which he sets to one of those baby sensory shows on YouTube. It displays gently bouncing spheals, jigglypuffs, togepi, and a bunch of other round pokemon going slowly across the screen while soft music like what plays in an old-school pokemon center jingles on a music box.

You're enraptured.

Arven pets your head for a bit then after helping you spit out your gauze and rinse, he leaves Mabosstiff to watch over you while he goes into the kitchen to meal prep.

He'd read your care sheet from the doctor thoroughly.

He makes soups and smoothies to last for the next several days, being sure to strain each thoroughly such that no seeds or bits remain that might upset your healing wounds.

By the time he heads back into the living room, you're passed out with a hand on a sleeping Mabosstiff.

He leaves a little note on the arm of the sofa letting you know that he's going to grab your prescriptions and will be right back, but it isn't needed because you're still sound asleep by the time he returns.

Arven ends up having to gently wake you up, so you can take your first round of post-op medication.

You grumble and whine but eventually rouse.

Arven has your food, drink (technically it's all drink), and pills ready for you on a sweet little tray. He's basically one step away from spoon feeding you himself. If you asked him, honestly, he probably would, especially since you look so sleepy and upset with your face all swollen like that.

But no, you groggily feed yourself, and Arven kisses your forehead, praising you for finishing everything. Truth be told, he probably didn't need to do that, but it makes a tingly sort of warmth stretch down to the tips of your toes.

From there, Arven cleans up and brings you to bed, again building you a comfortable nest of pillows and blankets on the mattress. He stays by your side until you fall back asleep, at which point, he goes back out to clean up the living room and kitchen for you.

#arven fanfic #arven x reader #trainer arven #arven pokemon #rival arven #arven

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crispy-ghee · 3 months

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Wanted to see how quickly I could scribble a page. Took a sketch page from a few days ago and messed w/ it (you can compare). Took me like 2ish hours @_@

Doing the other 2 pages too, changing and adding stuff so the pacing is closer to what I wanted in my head. (the most important change is, of course, the fact that Larry is now drinking a beer). I'll do that shit some other day, though, I am a sleepy bean.

#larry bird #comic #sketch

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iguessitsjustme · 10 months

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In honor of my latest bad date, I thought it would be fun to let y'all choose the worst date I've ever been on

Also here's additional context for all of them:

He also couldn't carry a conversation and I had to do all of the social interaction work. However, after the date I went to H-Mart and had a lovely interaction with a gorgeous girl and was able to buy Korean corn dogs. This date happened today.

He at least could hold a conversation. Not a good conversation but the bar is low.

This happened when I was young and I have since become much, much better at establishing boundaries. He also saw a look inside my roommates room, saw a bunch of American flags, and asked "is your roommate a staunch republican." She is very much not a republican. She's left-leaning, she just loves her country and wants it to be better.

I actually kind of liveblogged this happening in real time. The link should take you to the first post about it. I hope.

One of my first online datse. Again, I have since learned how to establish boundaries and I would 100% leave a date like that now.

About 2ish weeks after I turned him down, he texted me to complain about him constantly getting rejected

He is single-handedly the reason I hate the "be persistent and get the love interest" trope. You've been rejected. Move on. He also tried to kiss me a few times even after getting rejected. He messaged me out of nowhere years and years later to inform me that he was doing his dream job and also he had a girlfriend now. Good for you dude, I didn't ask.

This was a second or third date but I like paying for myself and I am broke-ish sooooo not great. Also this is on me but I didn't realize until the end of the date but my jeans were unbuttoned the whole time.

OKAY. This wasn't my date but I was on it for...reasons I guess. So in high school, this dude liked my friend and asked her out and she didn't like him but she was also desperate for a boyfriend. She did not want to be alone with him on the date though (not for safety reasons but just to have someone else there to help their social interactions I guess?). This is a guy that had previously asked me out about a year prior but I turned down and he graciously accepted and moved on. We went to see what my friend thought was going to be a romcom but ended up being a tragedy and my friend was pissed, though I really liked it. Anyway they dated for a little bit after that.

This is actually not my story but @heretherebedork who let me use his for a nice, even 10 options. This dude is a piece of work and that happened after they'd technically broken up. But apparently he said that Francis needed to be more feminine if he wanted to keep dating him. Seriously what the fuck is that?

#rae makes polls #rae's dates #i have another date tomorrow and hopefully not another story for a poll

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jane-does-dolly · 1 month

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hello, could I possibly see some headcanons for either (middle) Ocean, (toddler) Jane [specifically before she finds out she's Penny], (preteen) Mischa or (caregiver) Constance? Thanks :)

hiya!!! so sorry this took so long i was on vacation :V but i hope these are good!!! i was actually going to ask for rtc requests like an hour before u sent this so i did them all ^_^

♡ middle! ocean ♡

♡ usually about 9-10ish!!

♡ she really likes going to the megamall!! she never really got to when she was like. for-realsies 9-10. so she likes making up lost time!!

♡ absolutely loves going to constance's house she is always there

♡ comically bad at painting her own nails but thats ok shes having fun!!!

♡ shes really artsy!! she likes painting most but shes also really good at regular ol drawing!!!

♡ very outdoorsy!! she lives near a few fields and forests and she loves hanging out around there!!!

♡ toddler-re! jane ♡

(using the context of her not knowing she was penny to mean her in the show's canon)

♡ oh she was so scared :(( poor angel :(

♡ prooobably like 3ish? maybe 2ish after the ballad :o

♡ absolute vice grip on her dolly 24/7

♡ this makes 0 sense in words just bare with me but she liked showing the rest of the choir little trinkets around the warehouse!!! there would be like. a little plushie or something and she would be like omg mischa needs to see this immediately.... ocean look there is a party hat !!!!!

♡ she had so many animal facts memorized from when she was penny and absolutely loved sharing them with the choir!!!

♡ the new birthday song cape is like a blankie to her!!

♡ preteen-re! mischa ♡

♡ thinks penny is so so cool

♡ ^ he is also absolutely fascinated with the whole jk-47 story and will make her tell it again and again LOL

♡ his favorite hobby is listening to music!! he likes playing tracks from a few years back for the extra nostalgia!!!

♡ he likes biking around uranium alot!! he doesnt like driving when regressed (because that is not a very good idea!!!) but he still likes going places so he bought himself a bike!!

♡ borrows ricky's comic books!!

♡ cg! constance ♡

♡ oh she is the world's most nervous cg ever in the world

♡ she appreciates reassurance that shes doing a good job caregiving so so much!! draw her a little picture or just straight up tell her shes doing great and she is over the moon!!

♡ absolutely loves teaching her regressor how to bake!!! she helps with moving the trays in/out of the oven but otherwise lets them do it themselves with instructions!! (and supervision of course!!)

♡ very very attentive!! she always makes sure to keep an eye on her regressor to make sure theyre ok!!

♡ she likes alot of kid's shows already so she is happy to watch them with whoever she's watching!!!

#♡ ocean ♡#♡ jane doe ♡#♡ mischa ♡#♡ constance ♡#♡ my posts ♡#♡ asks ♡#♡ headcanons ♡

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teukquila · 11 months

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Reflections on Maverick

A year ago, today, I watched Top Gun: Maverick in theatres for the first time. I’ve seen the first Top Gun before, sure, but anyone who knew me will tell you I was not someone with Tom Cruise posters on my wall or had any kind of interest in the United States Navy. Regardless, whatever demons compelled me were strong enough to move my legs to the living room, walk right up to my parents and say “let's go watch the new Top Gun movie tonight”— and we did.

What happened next can only be described as pivotal. In all seriousness, going to the movies has always been integral part of growing up in my family. I remember my mom telling me about her dad making sure he took her and her siblings out to the cinema at least once a week, a ritual my mom has attempted to keep up with me and my brothers. My grandfather’s promise resulted in my mom spoiling every Paul Newman picture I put on the television screen before I even hit play, but her ensuring I saw a 5’7 man from New Jersey scale the Burj Khalifa on the Big Screen makes up for it. My family even ventured out in the brief window of time when the theatres opened to see Tenet (back to the Movies indeed). But watching Maverick was another experience entirely. Every single seat in the theatre was filled, from the elderly couple in front of me to the kid behind me who loudly asked “is he dead?” when the Darkstar went down (everyone laughed, by the way). On the way out, I took a poster. It remains the only film poster I have taken from a theatre.

Maverick gave this audience a dose of something that we have all felt a severe deficiency of in recent years: sincerity. The film is sincere all the way through. It is sincere in its commitment to the genre and it is sincere in its presentation to the audience, even relegating a large part of its promotion to the sincerity of the In-Jet flight sequences. Before the film even begins there is a sincere form of gratitude that the lead actor and producer Tom Cruise gives the audience. This “thank you for coming to the movies” pre-show speech has been referenced to death and copied by a large portion of theatrical releases, but never done to the same effect as Cruise’s (for reasons I might discuss at another time). The genuine effort in the film was palpable, at no point did anyone in the theatre feel like they were failing a test because they did not do their Top Gun Lore homework, or that the filmmakers were patronizing them for even being there.

The film is more effective in its summer of ‘22 release than it would have been if it had come to us in a timeline where everything had not gone to shit in 2020. The constant trend of postmodern irony and self-reflective fourth wall-breaking deconstruction but never reconstruction that just leaves us standing anxious on a non-construction have left many tired, yearning for the strong foundations that modernist films did and did well. Nostalgia was at an all-time high and we all wanted to not be Here. We wanted an ideal world where sons reconcile with their father figures and the water is always the right temperature for beach football. Where the rules of a two-ball football game did not even exist but the sun was out, One Republic is playing, and we are all hot as hell so who even cares. Many have lamented that there is no villain in Top Gun: Maverick just because its not the one in the MIGs. The villain is the idea that those humans on the beach do not matter. The idea that after all their efforts, they don't deserve to come home to that beach and enjoy their nonsensical football game. Every time we enter a theatre, we sign a contract with the projector to inhabit whatever world they have prepared for us, and that world is our home for the next 2ish hours will be. Maverick teaches the Dagger Squad how to come home, Tom Cruise shows us what that home we deserve is. He filled the seats, turned the lights down, and showed us what his home for us will be for the next 2 hours. Our home had love, forgiveness, sincerity, and ambition, coupled with real planes, real G’s, the world’s tightest screenplay, and some real good sound. Maverick took you for a ride and kindly dropped you off as you exit the theatre with a Tony Scott sunset on the horizon.

#this is part of a larger thing I'm writing on what I call Internalized Cruisephobia #but I think its topical to post this part now #just so I can gush rn cuz im emotional damn it!!!#top gun maverick

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malevolententity · 7 months

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PROJECT 15<3

i came late to quarentena :(, i think this took about 2ish hours? i started it a few minutes before lucie died and finished it some time before the gang called the helicopter. so idk about 2 hours! this was fun! i dont think ill ever wear it maybe ill give it to someone i know with a dog, maybe someone wants a bandana for their doggy.

i really wanted to pick a 6 hour project for this session but oh well! having to come in late makes you pick a shorter project!

i think if i crochet anything while watching the first half of the episode that i missed. i might work more on richas patterning (which u can see in the top right corner!) or maybe ill just Enjoy watching without crafting, we'll see if i get hit with inspiration. because my other project m actively working on is saved for season 2 watching and m at the start of episode 13<3

SEASON THOUGHTS

dude yuri looses all the girls are dead. HOW DID THE KID LIVE????? THE HIMBOS LIVED????? WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED AT THE START OF THE SESSION I NEED TO WATCH THE LIKE 3 HOURS I MISSED AT THE START</3 i cant believe we didnt get a tpk i am so fucking surprised. HOW DID MAJORITY OF THE PARTY LIVE??????? I THOUGHT FOR SURE LUIS WOULD BE THE PERSON TO KILL HIMSELF TO SAVE SOMEONE ELSE NOT LUCIE??? DID THE CANNIBALISM QUESTION FROM THE START OF SESSION 1 COME INTO PLAY??? god i love this show and i love all these people, i can not wait for this soundtrack to be released so i can steal it for my games AND for next week!!! if we actually get a fireside chat about what all was happening behind the scenes with character motivations!!!

#opq #a ordem crochet #fiber art

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thebonerstealer · 3 months

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yk I have to go out in like 2ish hours it would really suck if someone took control of my bladder rn😳

Sorry, I just saw this, maybe I can take control once you get back? ;3

#omorashi #bladder control #pee kink #full bladder #bladder holding #bathroom control #pee denial #pee holding #holding pee #desperate to pee

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dragonmuse · 2 years

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in wmits does Pete have any interactions with Charlie and Izzy.

(He has a very few times, but they are...notable. Here’s the very first)

The knock came while Lucius was still in the shower. Apparently Lucius' definition of ‘2ish’ did not match theirs. Pete was still in his pajamas, but whatever. They were coming to borrow his husband, they could deal with his plaid flannel pants and ancient t-shirt.

“Just a sec!” He called out and muted the tv before getting up.

He opened the door and was confronted by one hell of a sight. He’d met Charlie before, of course. Had even seen Izzy from across the room more than once. In both cases, it has been several years ago and not for very long and certainly not dressed for a date.

Pete went a little dry-mouthed and he wasn’t ashamed to admit it.

Charlie was in artfully torn, sinfully tight, dark wash jeans that showed off strips of a muscled thigh, a burnt orange t-shirt that was asymmetrically cropped to tease the reveal of a toned stomach and slender hips, all under a cuffed brown blazer. He had gold hexagon sunglasses, the lenses tinted a muted purple, shoved up high on his head.

Standing to his left and a little behind was Izzy. He’d let his hair grow out and it was loose around his face, a mane of black and silver threads. His clothes looked less expensive and showed almost no skin, black jeans, black t-shirt, black leather jacket, but they were all very right and the t-shirt had a v-neck that revealed a chunky silver chain that dipped suggestively between his pecs.

“Hi,” Charlie dragged his eyes over Pete in a way that he could practically feel on his skin. “Can Lucius come out and play?”

“Come in,” Pete took a step back to let them in. “He’s still in the shower. Should be wrapping up.”

Izzy gave him an acknowledging nod, following in Charlie’s footsteps as they came inside.

“Love the windows,” Charlie declared, tossing himself on the couch like he lived there, long legs stretching for miles in front of him.

“Thanks, it’s a solid place. Hard to find apartments with enough light,” Pete said gamely. He watched as Izzy circled the room instead of settling. “Get either of you something to drink?”

“Do you have anything caffeinated?” Charlie asked. “Preferably diesel fuel.”

“There’s coke?”

“Yeah,” Charlie grinned at him, showing off a line of perfect white teeth. “Please.”

“Izzy?”

“I’m good.” The man circled a last time and then sat down beside Charlie. Those long legs folded over his lap in an instant, slotting them together. Izzy's hand dropped to exposed skin on Charlie's thigh, two fingers slotting underneath fabric. Okay then.

“You in town long?” Pete asked, as he poured the glass.

“Just two days,” Charlie went on smiling at him. “Got to talk to some accountants. The boring kind.”

“I am the boring kind,” Izzy contended.

“Not when you’re doing my taxes,” Charlie laughed. The shower shut off abruptly, the pipes giving their habitual clang.

“Luc mentioned you changed businesses,” Pete recalled. “How’s that treating you?”

“Better hours,” Izzy shrugged. “Less travel. Make my own schedule.”

“And you still get to strike fear in the hearts of men,” Charlie said.

“Here,” Pete handed Charlie his glass which he took with a nod of thanks. “Sounds like an upgrade then. How about you Charlie? How’s the dissertation coming?”

“Never ask someone in the middle of a dissertation how it’s going,” Charlie advised, a wrinkle coming to his nose.

“Sorry?” Pete considered his options and decided against sitting with them on the couch. He perched on the arm of John’s chair instead.

“It's actually...not fine, but getting there,” Charlie shrugged. “I'm hoping to defend in May. And then I get to try to convince someone to publish it as a book.”

“That likely?” Pete asked, bewildered.

“It is,” Izzy answered for him.

“You don’t get to decide that,” Charlie said, his smile starting to edge back into place.

“It’s good work and you know it.”

The bathroom door opened, “Babe, do you remember where I left my- oh.”

Lucius stood in the doorway, steam rolling out behind him. He only had the towel slung around his waist and his razor in hand. Pete watched his body language shift wildly. His posture straightened, his hips canted, his chin raised fractionally. The towel sank an inch. Charlie and Izzy’s attention was on him immediately. Hungry eyes.

“You’re early,” he observed.

“It’s 2,” Izzy said sharply.

“Uh huh,” Lucius raked a gaze over him. “And I said ish. Ish isn’t on time. So sit tight a mo. I’ve got to finish freshening up. Sweetie, have you seen my body lotion?”

“Frenchie borrowed it,” Pete recalled. “I’ll grab it for you.”

“Thanks.”

When Pete found the bottle in Frenchie’s hoard, he waited a few beats, catching his breath. He couldn’t say why he felt unsettled exactly. They hadn’t actually done anything except walk in and sit down, but his nerves prickled. When he turned up with the lotion, Lucius was already half-dressed in their room.

“Thanks. I’m going to pack an overnight bag, can I-”

“Yeah, I’ll get it,” Pete laughed. “I’m getting you your own for your birthday.”

“Wouldn’t be the same,” Lucius told him lightly. “I like it because it’s yours.”

“And the pockets.”

“And the pockets,” Lucius agreed.

The bag was in the hall closet, more skirting around and avoiding the twosome on the couch, who were now talking about something low tones, apparently entirely unbothered about being ignored. Pete got the duffel bag he’d picked up ages ago. He mostly used it when he had something too big for a gig to fit in his regular one. It was functionally Lucius’ at this point, even if he wouldn’t admit it. Pete delivered it to him and Lucius already had everything ready to stuff into it.

“Did you delay on purpose?” Pete realized.

“Little bit,” Lucius mumbled.

“Why?”

“Trust me. Any tiny bit of one up I can get with them, I take,” he said wryly.

“That seems...”

“I know,” Lucius gave him a rueful shrug. “Anyway, I’m packed.”

“All right,” Pete opened the door for him. Lucius paused in the doorway, leaning down to kiss him.

“I love you.”

“If I didn’t believe that before I would today,” Pete said quietly, aware that the couch was only ten feet away.

“Why do you say that?” Lucius’ voice pitched up.

“Because now I’ve met them and know you come home to me anyway.”

“Oh, babe,” Lucius touched his forehead to Pete’s. “Of course I do.”

“I know, I know, but I usually don’t see your picks,” he rubbed a hand over Lucius’ hip. “They’re...something.”

“You two almost done?” Charlie asked. “It’s cute, but we’ve got tickets. Although....you know, if you want to come along Pete, I’m sure we could-”

“No, Charlie,” Lucius said firmly without moving an inch.

Pete figured he was being poked, but when he glanced over, Charlie was just giving him a frank appraising look. That should be flattering. Instead, Pete just shifted uneasily.

“Just saying,” Charlie shrugged.

“Pete is one of the world’s precious resources: an actual monogamous person,” Lucius gave his bicep a gentle squeeze. “Leave him alone.”

“Well, if you change your mind...”

“Awful,” Lucius huffed, giving Pete another very serious kiss, before pulling away. “I’m ready.”

“Sure?” Izzy gave him a look.

“Oh, the passive-aggressive burn,” Lucius rolled his eyes. “Did you have to be patient for whole minutes?”

“It was at least ten,” Charlie grinned. “Horrible agonies, just waiting for your attention.”

And without much more warning than that, they were on their feet, bookending Lucius. Charlie wound an arm around his waist, Izzy just getting very very close. Charlie leaned in, pressed a kiss to his neck,

“Love a clean shave,” Charlie said warmly. “Right, Iz?”

Izzy offered no opinion, just put a hand to the small of Lucius’ back and propelled them both to the door.

When it closed behind them, Pete exhaled shakily. They’d taken up a lot of space, he realized. Expanding out to fill the place. He decided to put it aside and concentrate on what he’d intended to do with his solo day (watch a baseball game while going through his makeup case and tossing the expired stuff). He made it as far as turning the volume back up on the TV when his phone pinged.

Unknown number: don’t worry, we’re not interested in pulling the angel out of heaven. But if you ever change your mind, you should come dance with us in the flames.

Pete stared into space for a long minute.

Pete: think i’m good.

Unknown number: L gave me this number for ‘emergencies only’. But that only works if you know I have it.

Pete: i know now.

He added it to his contacts with a sigh.

Charlie: if one follows this extended metaphor of ours.... I think that makes you god. Isn’t that interesting?

Pete: just Pete.

Charlie: no fun

Hours and hours later, his phone pinged again. John and Frenchie were home now, and they’d all had dinner which settled Pete into normal Sunday mode. All was well, just like any night Lucius was out for the night. Pete was in bed, finishing the last of the sports section of the paper and contemplating an early night. He picked up the phone.

Charlie: [thumbnail of a video] for the reluctant god

Fucking hell, the kid was a menace. Pete tapped the video, prepared for just about anything. But instead of being confronted by any manner of horrors, it was Lucius in a crowded bar. There was a man Pete didn’t recognize talking to him and Lucius looked deathly bored. Izzy was beside him, but facing the bar instead of outward. Presumably was holding the camera.

“I’m married,” Lucius announced.

“Oh,” the man cut a glance to Izzy. “To him?”

Lucius laughed, “Absolutely the fuck not.”

“My delicate feelings, angel,” Izzy said dryly. Or something like that, the audio wasn’t clear enough to be sure.

“Hey,” Charlie’s voice was loud, clearly closest to the mic as he filmed this moment. “He’s A+ husband material.”

“I don’t do grades,” Lucius grinned at Charlie. “My approval is pass/fail and you both fail the vibe check.”

“What about me?” The man asked and Charlie made a disgusted noise.

“You are a fail. With flying colors. Buh-bye.”

The man looked between the three of them and wisely disappeared off the screen.

“Do we actually fail?” Charlie asked, pout clear in his voice.

“Don’t fish for compliments, demon.”

“What should I fish for instead?”

The video cut out.

Pete: don’t need proof. I know him.

Charlie: you’ve got faith. What a rare quality.

Pete: you don’t?

Charlie: more than I know what to do with.

How did one respond to that? Instead, Pete switched contacts.

Pete: hope you know he was filming you.

There was a very long silence. Pete had turned off the light and lay down when the phone pinged.

Lucius: We've discussed it and that won’t be repeated. Sorry, babe.

Pete: no worries. You good?

Lucius: Yes. Sleep well. Love you.

Pete: love you too

And a minute after that.

Charlie: faithful and loyal. I’ve been ousted from the bedroom, thanks so much.

Pete: sure you’ll figure a way back in

Charlie: I will. But for now, it was good meeting you today. I think we’ll be talking again.

A promise? A threat? Pete set the phone down carefully. Either way, it was probably nothing. Just posturing and bullshit. But it did take him a while to fall asleep.

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #wake myself in the shadows #charlie bonnet #izzy hands #pete black #lucius black

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