#Maybe just because I do like my fandom nook right here

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

The longer I am in a fandom, the more I think that the ideal fandom experience is really about the community you have around you. Because there should be a dynamic setting where you feel like you get something out of sharing. And though reblogs and kudos are nice, what really (and I mean *really*) fuels creators is the interaction.

If someone likes my post, I see you in the notes and I do smile, because I see that you are there. And sometimes you just gotta give that thumbs up to a mutual like "look at you go!" or "I'm giving you a hug because man that's rough". Reblogs give another kind of a sense of joy, where you want to show what's made to your followers, essentially hold it up and show it around.

But fandom is ultimately like a club house, I think. You have your art corner, library with a cozy reading nook, and writing desk. The kitchen with yummy snacks and so on. You don't need to be there everyday, but when you pass by, you see your friends, the little community around you holding up their mugs with "Hey! What's good?"

And the community isn't necessarily always about the content either, it's about the people too and being supportive of one and another within that community of yours.

That's the ideal fandom experience for me

#personal #Idk why I felt like thinking about this lately #Maybe just because I do like my fandom nook right here #It's so cozy

[inoshibi1]

-Yandere! Doma X Escaped!Reader-

⚠️warning⚠️mentions of obsessive/aggressive behaviour and taunting.

Fandom: Demon Slayer. Character(s): Doma [upper rank 2 demon]

A/N: I’m sorry if this isn’t very good. Please tell me if there are typos in it, I didn’t have a chance to re-read it♡♡

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It wasn't that you didn't enjoy being with Doma. He took care of you in the Eternal Paradise Cult and made sure that you felt loved and safe. More than anyone else had ever done.

But after so long, an undeniable truth did arise—you were bored.

A person could only stay cooped up in a room for so long. And while you did have plenty of entertainment, the need for something a little more exciting had taken root in your being.

So, it was how you found yourself in this predicament.

It didn't take much running to stumble upon an abandoned village. Dashing through and behind the buildings, you fell down running inside a small home. There were large wooden crates, you utilising them as an opportunity for a hiding spot. To secure your position, you pulled a piece of plywood overtop of the boxes, creating a concealed little nook.

And so you waited.

You knew Doma had followed you here, because you only got about thirty feet away from his home before you heard him calling out to you. And while you recognized that distinct teasing in his voice, telling you that he knew you weren't seriously trying to leave him, he still managed to instill a certain enticing fear in you.

Whether you actually lost him as you entered the abandoned village, or if he was just holding back was beyond you. It didn't matter, when the door to the room you were holed up in was unceremoniously kicked open.

Shoes sounded against the concrete floor, a clear identifier to who had made their entrance. Of course, his smug voice bouncing off the walls served the same purpose.

"Come on out my sweet Y/N. I know you're in here."

You heard his footsteps delve deeper into the room. Slowly.

Menacingly.

The deep baritone of his voice sent chills down your spine, amplified by the echo given off by the fairly empty area. "Y'know, if you wanted to play with me so desperately, you could've just said so."

He wasn't wrong, but you had a strange desire to push the demon's buttons. That, and you didn't know if he'd let you do something this risky if you asked. Still, you kept silent, a hand clamped over your mouth in an attempt to stifle any noise.

It sounded like he was pushing things to the side. Searching every crevice, the noise of wood scraping against the floor meeting your ears.

"If you come out now, I'll go easy on you when we get home....maybe."  Doma snickered to himself menacingly , knowing full well how in for it you were the second he got his hands on you.

You could tell he was getting close, the rummaging nearing your position as he swept the room for your hiding spot.

Doma was nothing if not dramatic at times like these.

The furniture to your right were kicked over, the brittleness in the wood causing them to crumple under the impact. The commotion earned a frightened squeak from you, and the second it escaped your lips, you knew you had lost.

"Hm, what's this?"

You didn't have to be looking at Doma to know that there was absolutely demonic grin plastered across his face. The thumping of your heartbeat picked up, anticipating what was to come.

Aside from his shoes colliding with the concrete, a deafening silence overtook the room―until the low and threatening sound of his voice filled that void.

"Could it be...."

His footsteps came to a halt right next to your hiding place. The plywood was ripped from its spot.

"...a little mouse?"

Your gaze shot up, and they were met with Doma leaning imposingly over your crumpled form on the floor. Wild rainbow coloured eyes pierced yours, holding nothing but danger.

Not a second went by before you were scrambling away, dead set on making a break for it. Or at least, that was until an arm snaked around your waist, pulling you close to him.

"Where do you think you're going, my dear?"

Your legs kicked around, unable to connect with anything while you were suspended.

It was a split second decision when you lifted your head up to capture his lips, pouring all the emotion you possibly could into the act in an attempt to appeal to whatever amount of entertainment remained in his body.

His reaction was almost immediate.

He let out a noise somewhere between a possessive growl and a hum of approval as he kissed you back harder than ever before.

From how aggressively you were squirming in Douma’s grasp, you began to see him become more disheveled each time he let you up for air.

He had the faintest blush of pink across his cheeks, a few of the shorter strands of his hair were falling in front of his face - which would occasionally be caught in the kiss, not that he cared. He wasn't out of breath, but his breathing was heavy. He had transferred both your hands to one of his own in order to stop your squirming.

And the look on his face... The pure hunger that was there before he started was gone. Although he was still remaining somewhat civil, There was no denying that he was positively ravenous now.

After what felt like an eternity, Doma pulled back very suddenly, the sheen of sweat that had been shared between your two bodies leaving you unexpectedly cold and confused

It wasn’t until you completely caught your breath when a fit of uncontrollable giggles escaped you as he playfully spun in a circle with you in his arms.

"Noooo, let me go!"

He laughed at your demand, the taunting lilt to it making you shiver. "I'm sorry my dear but I can't. You're in big trouble after this."

In mere seconds, Doma had maneuvered you to be slung over his shoulder, surprising you once again with how strong he really was.

"H-hey! It's your fault for not taking me anywhere fun, I mean you could've at least—"

You yelped when a hand came down on your ass to silence you, prompting you to squirm fruitlessly in his surprisingly iron-like hold.

Doma began heading for the exit of the abandoned home as he spoke. "My dear, we've been over this, you've got everything you need back with me in the cults paradise." He shifted you so that he could pin your still struggling legs down before continuing. "And maybe if you didn’t keep up with that misbehaving attitude of yours, I'd actually be able to take you somewhere nice for a change."

You perked up at the notion—not knowing that Doma had ever actually considered letting you roam a little more freely. "Wait—really?"

He chuckled at your disbelief, pushing the front doors open. The cool air of the night hit your body, causing you to pull yourself closer to the heat radiating off of him.

"Yes, but before I let any of that happen, someone's gotta learn their lesson on what happens when they are disobedient."

Unconsciously, you tensed at the notion, knowing his methods of reprimand would have you in for a long night. It wasn't that Doma would intentionally hurt you, it was just that he would take advantage of all your little weaknesses he'd come to observe. And you knew that he'd make you betray yourself in all the best ways, and somehow get you to enjoy it at the same time.

Sensing your bubbling anticipation, Doma satisfyingly smiled to himself. He made his way through the deserted back streets, not bothering to put you down for fear of any more shenanigans.

Your fate was determined. You'd never be able to get away from Doma, and really, you didn't want to.

"...Now, shall we go back home, my dear?"

#demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x gender neutral reader #demon slayer x y/n #tw yandere #kny douma #yandere douma #douma x y/n #lord douma #douma x reader #demon slayer douma #upper two #tw obsessive behavior #yandere x darling #tw obsessive love

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Unexpectedly Yours: Part 13

Fandom: Ted Lasso (Regency AU)

Pairing: Roy Kent x F!Reader

Summary: Lord Roy Kent still has yet to marry. He hates the notion that marriage is a way to ensure your status in society. You have delayed your debut to society for years because of the same idea. So what happens when two people who hate the idea of marriage are constantly drawn to each other?

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You feign illness the day after your discovery of Roy and Duchess Georgina. You couldn't find the strength to do anything at all.

Your mother had checked up on you, of course, after breakfast. You reassured her it was just a head cold that would dissipate within a day or two.

Around lunch time, your lady's maid came into your room, "Miss, um, Lord Kent is here to see you."

You sigh, looking over your shoulder from your writing desk, "Tell him that I'm ill and in no state to see anyone today."

You can see your hand maid have some hesitation, but she only replies with, "Yes, miss." She leaves promptly.

You sigh, moving from your writing desk to your reading nook in your window sill. It was your favorite part of your room. The way the sun shines through it, illuminating the small cubicle. It also gave you a few of the street below. When you're not in the mood to read, you like to watch people go about their days.

Unfortunately, when you decide to peer down, you see Lord Kent exit your home and bound back to his carriage. For some reason, he turns and looks up, immediately catching your gaze. You see sorrow in his eyes but you scoff, immediately moving away from the window.

He has the audacity to be upset when you found him with his ex-lover? How dare he!

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Clara watches her brother pace back and forth in the drawing room. After he told her what happened, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. She never liked Georgina and of course she would find a way to still hurt Roy after all these years.

"She hasn't written me about breaking off the engagement so that must be a good sign, right?" Roy asks his sister, "Maybe I should try to see her again later? I caught a glimpse of her and she seemed well."

Clara rolls her eyes, "Brother, trust me, she needs time. Allow her that. She's heartbroken."

"But if she'll let me talk to her, I can ease her-"

"Roy!"

He stops, looking at his sister helplessly, "Please, give her time. Maybe, I should see her later rather you?"

Roy relents with a sigh, "Fine. I suppose that is best."

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Before dinner, your lady's maid announces that Clara was here to see you. Did Roy really send his sister to speak with you? A part of you wants to send her away as well but decide against that.

"I'll meet her in the drawing room."

Moments later, you enter the drawing room to find Clara sitting on the chaise sipping some tea.

She stands to greet you, "Hello, Y/N."

You curtsey, "Ma'am," and then sit on a chair across from her.

Clara chuckles, "Back to formalities again?" You don't answer and she continues to speak, "I heard you were feeling unwell earlier. I take it you're feeling better?"

"Getting there."

Clara hums, "My brother didn't send me. In fact, I decided to come here instead of Roy." She pauses to see if you would say anything, but you remain silent. She sighs, "Roy may be an arse sometimes, but he would never hurt you like that, Y/N. He loves you. Truly. I've never seen him this way before. Georgina may have been his first love, but you, you're different."

You slump forward, all propriety slipping from you, "I just can't see him right now, Clara. Give me another day and I'll be ready to talk to him."

She nods and stands. She makes the short distance to you and places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, "You're the best thing that's ever happened to him, Y/N. He wouldn't ruin this. What you saw, I'm sure, was very heartbreaking, but I think you should listen to Roy has to say," she kisses your head before leaving.

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After breakfast, your handmaiden accompanies you to the Kent estate. You're escorted to the sitting room and one of Roy's servants steps out to find his master. It's not long until Roy bursts into the room.

You swallow down a nervous gulp and stand, "Good day, sir," you curtsey and Roy's jaw clenches.

"Please, don't do that. You don't ever need to do that with me."

You sit down and Roy, hesitantly sits on the couch with you, but on the opposite end.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, nervously rubbing his hand along his pant leg.

"Physically, I'm fine, but...my heart hurts, Roy."

Roy gulps and nods, "I understand. What you saw that day-I'm sure I'd feel the same if the circumstances were switched. But, Y/N," he turns his entire body to face you, "I can assure you what you saw was unwanted by me. Ge-The Duchess had thrown herself at me."

"Why though? Why would she do such a thing if she's already married? Married to a man that she left you for, no less."

Roy couldn't help but chuckle, "When she saw us together at the ball, she saw how happy I was. How happy I am when I'm with you. Unfortunately for her, her marriage to the Duke isn't what she expected it to be. She wants an annulment and wants to be with me again." He watches as your jaw clenches and you grip your dress tightly.

He reaches out, placing his hand over yours, "Hey," he says softly, "I don't want anything to do with her, Y/N. Only you. You infuriatingly beautiful and smart woman, you. You drive me up the walls in the best way. You challenge me and you fit so well with Clara and Phoebe. I can't see myself with anyone but you, Y/N."

"So, you still love me and you still want to marry me?"

Roy chuckles, "I gave you that, frankly, incredibly romantic speech and you still ask me if I still love and marry you?"

He brings your gloved hand to his mouth and kisses it, "I love you. I adore you. I yearn for you. Irrevocably so. I want to be by your side forever."

You immediately press your lips to Roy's and you can feel him smiling. He pulls you closer to deepen the kiss but the door pushes open and you hear a surprised gasp.

You pull apart to see Clara with a smirking from the threshold, "Well, I'm happy things turned out well."

You promptly distance yourself from Roy, "Apologies."

"Don't be. I'm just glad my brother won't be sulking around the house anymore."

Roy glared at his sister, "I wasn't sulking."

"Of course you weren't, brother. Anyways, I believe you two should continue wedding planning, yes?"

You shoot up from your place on the couch, "Yes! Oh goodness, there's still so much to do," you turn back to Roy, "Will you be available today? Oh, nevermind, it's too last minute. You must have-"

Roy chuckles as he stands, "I'll cancel my meetings. My future wife needs me," he slips his hand into yours and looks at you with loving eyes.

#roy kent x reader #roy kent imagine #regency au #f!reader #fem!reader #female!reader #ted lasso imagine

[kukuandkookie]

wip titles meme

RULES: 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 or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by @crimsonrainseekingflower! 💕💕💕

Thank you for the welcome surprise—another one I finally discovered once I looked at my notifications and stuff! Fortunately this time I’m remembering to make my own post haha. 😆

I hope you don’t mind if I also divide by fandom, and these only vaguely include a couple art wips!:

SVSSS:

Grave Matters

Cinderella III: A Twist in Time AU!?

Just a Dream (is this unfortunately a lame-ass title 😔)

Haunting You

Singles’ Day

TLJ/ZZL/LBH/SXY ADDAMS FAMILY AU??????????

Bingqiu White Snake (animated movie) AU

Waiting for the Tree Branches to Bloom Again

Safe from the Storm

I See in Both Your Eyes (Something Indigo)

AU: The Lion King II??

Family Meal Goes “Wrong”

TLJ’s Lament

LBH²

狗哥狗哥，你真了不得 (Gou-ge, Gou-ge…)

Slavic Vampires…

CNY Dumplings Competition

Enchanted (because we’re doing this now, I guess)

Limb Regeneration What If?? 🤔

Of Costumes and Candies (Something Orange)

Something Old, Something New, and… (Something Blue)

SV OTGW AU

I Ship My Rival x Me AU

I Have to be a Great Villain AU

Happiness Just Out of Reach

Lost and Found

Words to Heart

Breathing Smoke Into the Lungs

HORRIBLE NEW IDEA: Maybe title: Just Enough. Just Enough for Me

Love Letters (that’s all I got so far *insert deepfried emote here*)

Daycare AU???

Hmmm. Prince x Princess AU?

Xi Yang Yang AU

Gongzhu

Followers Milestone Celebration

Teacup scene

I Think My Uncle Ships Us Help

Unattainable

I’d Like to Try Staying Awake (for You)

Breaking the System (aka Fuck the System? Literally or—jk jk lmfao)

Bonuses include the latest chapters for I’d Rather Spend My Whole Life Asleep (With You) and To Tame a Beast, except the former doesn’t have a wip title. The latter does in the sense that the chapter title is Pixiu!

Erha:

Putting the Musing in Amusement Park

This Venerable One Will Not Be Outdone

What You Left Behind/Do You Also Miss Me?

[The] Romance of Wolf/Husky and Haitang

Ghost Bride (Corpse Bride but Chinese?? And Reincarnation)

Reconciliation

Fifteen Growing Up Flirty

Out of the Closet (and Into Your Arms)?

The Prince and the Pauper (but based on The Princess and the Pauper because I’m a criminal who hasn’t read the original 😂)

Wo Jia Dashixiong Naozi You Keng but with an Erha Twist

TW WARNING FOR THIS ONE but Passive suicide ideation fic

IDK WHAT TO WRITE FOR CWN’S BDAY… GOD SOMEONE SEND HELP GFGKDFHGKSDFHG (this one has a more polished but still wip version titled CWN Birthday Fic: Past, Present, or Future, I Want to Celebrate With You 😆)

Jiaoren CWN

Priest CWN & demon MR…hehehe (now a Dianran AU?)

More Than Just Puppy Love

Flower Shop…Redemption…Thingy?

From Wanton Wants to Wonton Wonders

A Taste of What Could Have Been

Screwdriver

First Bow to Heaven and Earth

Hidden Love AU

Mo Ran pulls a Bing-ge

Mind(-Reading) Games

Stone Lion

Swallowed Flowers

Confessions (Role-Swap AU)

TXJ Week (help we’re way past that now 😔): De-Aged Fic

A Tear in My Heart aka Read You Like an Open Book aka To Leave a Piece/Page of Me in the Nooks and Crannies of You?

Shi Mei Jiaoren Fic: [I’m] Afraid to Live Without Breathing

I also have a lot of Erha and SVSSS fic ideas that are unfortunately just blurbs in my ideas document right now and not full-on wips so they don’t have any titles I can share. 😔

Misc:

First Times, Second Chances, and Third Time’s the Charm…s (?) (Link Click)

Missing a You of Another Time (Link Click)

Danmei, xianxia-esque story (Link Click)

Suriel/Sariel

Call of the Wolves (specifically chapter 78)

Chuju the Chou

Papillon and Akuma’s Story

Papillon and Akuma Role Reversal AU Story

Circinus and Pyxis

Smoke & Mirrors

Dimension Hoppers

Take Me Back to Hell (All Saints Street)

I’ll Love You Until All the Stars Fall from the Sky (The Legend of Luo Xiaohei?)

Fengxi like Shade in Firewing (The Legend of Luo Xiaohei)

Mafia AU Xuanli x Laojun (The Legend of Luo Xiaohei)

Continuation of Falling for You (White Cat Legend)

How Could I Ever Ask You to Love Me? (White Cat Legend)

My Shadow It Follows Me

The Us of the Present Could Perhaps Be Just as Tender as the Us of the Past (Scissor Seven)

A Conversation With a Dead Man (MDZS)

Magical Girl AU (MDZS)

Xue Yang’s Regrets (MDZS)

Ao Bing and Nezha in a shoujo high school AU… That’s it. That’s the whole idea (Nezha 2019)

Surprising the Un-Surprise-Able (I Have to be a Great Villain)

Xianxia AU (Kiss the Abyss)

Breathing New Life (Kiss the Abyss)

I Will Chase You to the Ends of Time and Space (Kiss the Abyss)

A Family Outing (Beryl and Sapphire)

Just Some Gay Little Dudes (Beryl and Sapphire)

Steven Universe AU (Beryl and Sapphire)

Something as Sweet as You (I Ship My Adversary x Me)

A Present to be Cherished (I Ship My Adversary x Me)

I Ship My Adversary x Me and 严禁造谣 Crossover? AU Swap?

Additional misc wips I haven’t touched in forever are the latest chapters for The World Doesn’t Deserve You (MDZS) and Frostbite (All Saints Street). 😅

And as a bonus, these aren’t at all “official” yet but the more I read for some manhua the more I’m tempted to write fics for them… For example, a fic for Blemishing the Contaminated or My Lovely Troublemaker season 2 would be so cute, even if I don’t exactly have any clear or obvious ideas for them. 🥺

Phew, wow. I had way more wips than I expected AKFJSKFHSJS. Some are honestly just super half-baked documents tucked away in a folder with only a title and outline, but I hope something here was of interest to you guys. 😆💖

As for tagging…

I also don’t think I’m capable of tagging as many people as I have wips otl. So I hope you guys don’t mind if I tag just a few of you!

@ezrathesplit @levia-kun @yumichanhamano @softdekus @rongzhi @azunshi

(Of course, if you would rather not, feel free not to do this!)

#kuku rambles #kuku88 #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #svsss #erha #2ha #scum villain’s self-saving system #人渣反派自救系统 #the dumb husky and his white cat shizun #erha he ta de bai mao shizun #bingqiu #ranwan #and a bunch of other ships 😆 #beryl and sapphire #kiss the abyss #I ship my rival x me #I ship my adversary x me #我磕了对家x我的cp #I have to be a great villain #严禁造谣 #link click #shiguang daili ren #时光代理人

[ladywaffles]

hello fellow enjoyer of things >:)

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

💖 What made you start writing?

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

💞 Who's your comfort character?

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

😈: i am so bad at writing smut scenes so i always fade to black, even when it feels like there should be a scene there and i've built up to it, and it just feels cruel. i would say like 60% of the time there was a sex scene there but i just couldn't get it right so i always end up cutting them out before posting. also i wrote a story once where the entire thesis was "what if the villain deliberately broke the rules on bioethics, as a character study and worldbuilding exercise" and well. readers did not seem to like that. conversely, i also have not updated either of my big WIPs in over a year, so like, that too.

🛒: music and sound are a very big part of my life, so they come up in my stories pretty often! i really enjoy writing to set the place of a scene/story, so i do a lot of touch/smell/hearing similes and metaphors. in terms of feelings, there's a lot of contemplating of loneliness, but not the kind that is, "i am alone in my room," rather the, "i am the only one who has this set of experiences and circumstances, and i cannot explain myself to this person who i care about so they can understand my actions/affections/choices fully, and that makes me feel isolated."

🛠: i primarily use scrivener to write fic, although if you catch me without my laptop, i'll sometimes use google docs or just a plain old fashioned pen and paper. if i'm plotting something out for a longer story, i might use a handwritten timeline on a blank sheet of paper and then just cover it in highlighter and sticky notes as i tack on addendums, if i'm not just screaming about it in a friend's DMs. thesaurus dot com is my best friend.

💖: i started writing fic when i was maybe 11 or 12, right around the time that i first learned that fic existed when i was looking up pictures to make my nook wallpaper, and you could do self-inserts and change the story around to suit your desires, like play-pretend but better. there were just so many permutations to explore, and i really liked that idea! i didn't start publishing fic until i was about 15. that first fic is still out there on ao3 somewhere, but i've since anonymized it so i don't have to look at it on my profile anymore lol. (not because i think the fandom is cringe, but rather because i've grown a lot as an author and it's not necessarily representative of my ability anymore!)

👀: so i know the answer you want me to tell you about is the comphet iceman accidental lovechild aaron tveit AU but sadly i have no more words on paper than that which i have already told you (iceman, very gay and upset over breakup # 3 with maverick, comphet rebounds with a woman who is also very gay and rebounding comphet style and whoops there's a baby now and here comes a bouncing baby aaron tveit). i'm still working on the timelines, because the top gun timeline in relation to the actual universe timeline of when everyone got married/how old aaron is versus when CMIYC was on broadway/aaron's nearly 10-year long absence from broadway is a hot mess and i'm trying to piece things together in the way that is the most true to form/makes the most sense.

💞: donald scripps from the history boys ("I have never particularly liked myself but the boy I was, kneeling in that cold and empty chapel that winter morning, fills me now with longing and pity," spoke wonders to my eighteen-year-old self who was also off to university and questioning reality) and obi-wan kenobi from star wars ("until this very moment, he had never realized he’d always expected, for no discernible reason—that when he died, anakin would be with him." his place in the series as a man who fights for good because it is the right thing to do, because he believes in goodwill, even as the world crumbles around him because it is inevitable that he fail in his mission and ultimately lose everything and everyone he loves, and we all know that he must fail so that others will succeed where he did not... i eat that shit RIGHT up.)

✅: there are at least three separate instances where i have used the righteous brothers' unchained melody in my writing, and two of them are because the song plays on a jukebox in a greasy spoon diner. it was completely unintentional, that's just a song that keeps popping up lol.

fanfic writer emoji ask

#ask #thank you for playing hei!

[megatownac]

I don't want to talk about Ankha, but I'm going to, just once

To the person who's sent me three asks this week regarding Ankha's status as a meme, both accusing me of not caring about her and then insisting that I must care because of all my totally-normal posts about her:

I'm not going to post the text of your messages, because, frankly, I don't want to. I try to keep this blog safe for all ages, even if I do dance around some adult or risque topics. I'll joke about giving Henry a sound thrashing, or burying Tom Nook alive, or, and this is what seems to have upset you, the fact that NSFW artwork of Ankha exists. But that's where it ends. I try to avoid swearing or using any explicit language, and you went for it in your asks, and that's why I won't be posting that text here.

You've asked me to speak out against the meme of Ankha as a "sex doll," saying that sickos on the internet are ruining her, and making it impossible for people to find normal, work-safe fanart of her.

I'm not gonna speak up FOR that, for sure, but I can't speak against it, because I disagree with your basic premise. I don't think that it's become impossible to find the cute artwork, and I don't think she's being ruined by anyone. As I said myself in my post on Sunday with my latest character poll, on this blog, Ankha is just living her simulated life on Supertown, completely unaware of anything else that might be said or done on the internet. She's just hanging out, like any other Snooty islander.

Maybe it IS hard to look up Ankha on Google image search, or even here on Tumblr, without finding her drawn in ways that differ greatly from her Animal Crossing character design, which is, let's not forget, this:

She looks like a child. She has the exact same proportions, the same mesh, as every other cat, male and female. She's just there, a blob, in fun makeup and with a fun hat that looks like a smiling snake. That's not what's turning people on. They're projecting a fantasy onto her. It's not her. It's them.

And it sucks! And I wish it wouldn't happen! But I do not have some kind of dark and terrible power that I can use to "call upon the Animal Crossing fandom" to do anything about it beyond saying what should already be obvious: you shouldn't post stuff that isn't work-safe in places where kids will stumble upon it. That's not a hot take. That doesn't need ME, of all people, standing up on my soapbox shouting it. You know how many people actually read this blog on a regular basis? Maybe half a dozen, tops. My "last three days" activity view right now says I've gotten eight notes across my most recent 13 posts, man. MOST of my posts get zero engagement with the internet at large.

This kind of thing happens in EVERY fandom, to some degree. Maybe you're old enough to remember when My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic actually tried to embrace their older male audience? It made the online fandom for that show pretty hard to tolerate!

I'm a big JRPG guy. Have been for over thirty years, because, as I've pointed out in the past, I'M OLD. I remember as a teenager, in the early days of the internet, finding NSFW fanart of my most beloved game and cartoon characters and being very upset about it, too.

If you're upset about, say, the Zone cartoon that featured Ankha, I've got news for you there, too: Zone's motto literally used to be a boast about how he's been ruining people's childhoods since 2000. This is a thing that happens, and we all just have to ignore it and move on.

I get it. You like Ankha. A lot. You used a different account, but I'm pretty sure you're the person who did this:

You went back a decade and liked hundreds of my posts featuring Ankha. That's great! I'm really glad that you enjoyed seeing her through the years. I love Ankha, too. She's wonderful. Hang onto that. Don't stress about what other people are doing with Ankha. Ankha does not mind. Ankha is not a real person. Ankha is a video game character. Everybody who has Ankha in their town has their own copy of Ankha, in the same way that everybody who bought a Rainbow Dash figurine has their own copy of it, no matter what extremely gross things they've chosen to do with them. It does not "ruin" Rainbow Dash for other children that there are people doing messed-up things with theirs. It does not "ruin" Ankha that people are getting turned on looking at artwork that other people have drawn and posted to the internet.

Does it make it harder to be a fan? Yes, of course it does. And that sucks. It makes it hard to find the cute stuff that you're looking for. I'm telling you this as someone who first started going online and looking up his interests when he was 1) a young teenager, and 2) a HUGE fan of Final Fantasy 7. The original one, back in 1997. And BOY HOWDY, even THEN, even with a 56k modem that took several minutes to download a single image, I sure did accidentally stumble upon some absolutely gross stuff. It made me angry! And all I could do was focus on the good in the world, and it taught me how to do that, to where now I can play Mario games without thinking about Bowsette, for example.

(Though I actually rather like Bowsette as a concept, I do not like scrolling Twitter and suddenly seeing adult images of the character without asking for them)

If you won't take it from me, take it from Sonic the Hedgehog.

Trust him. If there's ANYONE out there who would know what it means to have fans who are ruining him on the internet, it's Sonic the Hedgehog.

Now, please, go back to peacefully enjoying cute little Ankha the adorable yellow cat in a children's video game, and I'll go back to making silly posts about her that waste everyone's time and clog up the tags so that people have to block me.

#long post #text post #non ac #not ac #okay it's tangentially ac #i don't mind getting asks but angry asks about ankha's sexualization are not a fun thing to wake up to folks

[delwrites]

Bokuto x plus size reader

ignore me not having any consistency and just writing whatever I want from multiple fandoms BD

okay okay it's literally canon that he likes bigger girls and I just refuse to take any other opinion

right so since he is literally the most accepting man ever,, he's your own personal hype man smh,, and because he's SO strong,,, he'd always be giving you piggy back rides and not be afraid to literally just carry you around places, just to make you feel better (and to show off his strength whoops)

PLEASE he'd just be like "nah bb please you weightless tf" because its my nIGHTMARE TO BE TOO HEAVY AND TO HURT SOMEONE WHO TRIES TO PICK ME UP so I'll just assume its the same for other people :) but pLEASE JUST LET IT HAPPEN HE'S BIG BEEFY BOY HE'S FINE

right also so it's a big thing that bo has stretch marks (not sure if it's canon but oh well) and just iMAGINE you both giving confidence about them to the other -if you have them- being like "well if it looks good on you then maybe it might look okay on me???"

PLEASE JUST BE EACH OTHERS HYPE MEN

I imagine you'd both literally just share emotions,, whenever he gets sad,, so do you and vice versa

IF YOU PLAY ANY KIND OF GAMES LIKE MARIO KART,, ANIMAL CROSSING OR JUST DANCE PLEASE PLEASE TEACH HIM

him always being so salty and low-key raging when he always comes twelfth in Mario kart

and your animal crossing islands I mean his would be kind of messy but he's tried so hard and it ends up actually kind of cute because it matches his loud energy if that makes any sense,, I feel like he's the type of person to just buy everything from the nook shop and just place it randomly around the island,, so you offer to help fix it up a bit

and please,, playing just dance together,, literally always at 3am when you wait for your cookies to finish baking in the oven or something like that pLEASE

and the midnight drives to McDonalds,, like him just buying so much food to just be like "gotta keep that beautiful body fed!!" pleASE TELL ME WHERE TF CAN I BUY A BOKUTO LIKE HOW MUCH

ugh and trying to work out with him!!!! I-!!!!!! he'd be so supportive!!! always being right by your side and being your hype man,, saying how well you're doing!!!!!

okay okay so whenever you can't see each other in the mornings and evenings because he's at games or whatever,, he'd always send you little reminder good morning and good night texts!!! just little 'I love you's and little reminders to eat and drink and- nirbiyebci

PLEASE JUST SING HIM TO SLEEP,, FOR ME DO IT FOR ME PLEASE EVEN IF YOU CANNOT SING JUST DO IT

if not at least read a book to him in the softest voice you can muster until he falls asleep with his face buried in your chest :(((

him struggling so much to sleep when you're not there to sing to him when he's pressed up against your soft,, warm body <////3

please mans will so sheepishly call you at like 1am to just be like "... I couldn't sleep.."

him making you those little friendship bracelets!!! he'd do it just so that no matter how far apart from each other you are, you'll always be connected because he's a cheesy simp like that

I can't even tell you how much it means to him,, how much effort he put into it because lets be real here,, I don't really see bo as a master diy man,, and because he's not the most patient person,, he had to literally like go against his programming to make you it bcubicdw

so please just never take it off, because it will literally break him

always watching Disney films and him belting the songs around the house for the next few days to come-- he's trying he really is

having baths together!!!! not in a sPiCy way or anything but just so he can hold you close to him :((

just your back against his broad ass chest in a scented bubble bath with candles lit everywhere and soft ass classical instrumental pieces playing in the background and him just drawing little shapes on your stomach and- HXBDUBEW

I see him to be the type of person to impulsively get tattoos,, he will really try to persuade you on like a night out to get matching ones with him, and if you're comfortable enough to agree, I see him getting something really feminine on like his ankle or wrist

the next morning being like "..do you regret it??" "...no." EIBXIW

please adopt a dog with him :((((( he's such a dog person I can't

he's definitely the type of person to get really dressed up like gown and suit kind of thing just to then go around town and to like a supermarket or something EUNXEU

ALSO ALSO please do the euphoria makeup trend on him :(( I feel like he'd do it back too and actually be like surprisingly alright at it,, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth in concentration hbciyrncd

you guys getting all dressed up and sexyyy to go out to clubs and stuff just to flaunt one another off to others

learning dances with him and whenever one of you mess it up,, just breaking up into fits of laughter

the hugs would be superior!!!!

all in all, Bokuto is best man and I shall simp till the day I die <333

#bokuto #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x chubby reader #bokuto x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyu

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Bound Blood (Cassandra Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 3

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T+ for language and violence Warnings: Choking (kinda) Summary: Local feral human makes a friend, tries to sleep next to local mean vampire, then gets a taste of their own medicine Previous Chapters: 1: Sharing Is (Not) Caring; 2: Bloodbath, Baby!

3: Haunt Me Dearly

What a lovely crimson mess I’ve made, you think, watching as the last of the bloody water drained from the bathtub. There were still several splashes of red along the sides, where you had leaned on or otherwise touched. Frowning, you considered whether or not to clean up after yourself. Surely it wouldn’t be one of your captors doing the cleaning? In that case, you think, I don’t want to make any enemies out of the servants. First you had to finish binding your wounds. Wouldn’t want to risk getting them dirty so soon after washing them, after all. Except you weren’t even sure that you could properly wrap them on your own, considering the positioning of your injuries.

“Ah, fucking hell…” You muttered, scowling a little. Then you remembered that Cassandra had sent a maid to wait outside the bathroom for you. Maybe they could help? Nodding to yourself, you threw on your new undergarments and pair of trousers, deciding to save the shoes for later. Once you were ‘decent’, you slowly opened the door, peeking out from behind it. Before long you were making eye contact with an unfamiliar woman, who looked very confused. “Any chance you could help me bandage my shoulder? I can’t do it without help, and something tells me Cassandra’s not going to lend me a hand.” With that said, you gave her a friendly smile, hoping to make up for the awkwardness of the situation.

“Of course! It is my honor to serve a guest of my Lady,” the maid- servant, maybe- said, giving a short curtsy. Admittedly you’re a little confused by her response. Still, you gladly welcome her assistance, moving back into the bathroom to grab the gauze. Although you intend to do as much as you can on your own, the woman is quick to take over completely. “Please, allow me,” she continued, carefully beginning to wrap your wounds.

“Are all the workers here so polite? I can’t imagine anyone actually enjoys working here, all things considered,” you mused, squinting at the middle distance. At that, the servant tenses up, clearly not expecting you to speak ill of her employers. Well, she had called you a guest. “Don’t be surprised, friend. Less than an hour ago I was fit to be consumed by ‘your Lady Cassandra’. Only reason I’m not dead right now is because of a stupid blood bond,” you explained, tone dripping with irritation. This time the servant doesn’t flinch at all, instead nodding slowly, taking a moment to let your words sink in. During this pause, you decide to introduce yourself, just in case the two of you might see each other frequently.

“I… see. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, no matter the circumstances of your presence here. You can call me Daphne, though I must warn you that I am not one for, ahem, gossip about my masters,” she replied, finishing her binding of your shoulder wound. Next she searched through the cabinet by the sink, looking for a medicinal salve of some sort. Once she found it she was right back to work. The substance stung a tad on your skin, but you could hardly complain, seeing as it would help fight off possible infections.

“You sure about no gossip? What if we call it ‘helping me get acclimated to my new situation’? I’m a fish outta water here, Daphne,” you suggested, turning your head to look her in the eyes. At first she ignored you, focusing on rubbing the medicine into your skin. Eventually she meets your gaze, briefly, and releases a quiet sigh.

“You are free to ask questions-” you start to celebrate, though not for long- “just as I am free to withhold answers. Though I may be more responsive if you can tell me one thing… Why was Lady Cassandra’s dress wet?” Daphne asked, making you freeze in place. Of course she wanted the one answer you didn’t feel confident about giving. She’s quick to notice this, though, and laughs to herself. “Well, I suppose some things must remain a mystery. Now let’s get your face cleaned up…”

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By the time you make it to Cassandra’s room, the sun is starting to rise, leaking in through the castle windows. Exhaustion weighs you down, making you want to fall immediately into the nearest bed. As it stands, that was none other than your soulmate’s, though it was currently occupied. For a moment you hover in her doorway, contemplating whether or not you should steal her blanket. Floor can’t be too bad, you think, right? Before you can decide you notice Cassandra stirring from her sleep.

“What took you so fucking long?” She asked groggily. Now she’s sitting up, blanket clinging loosely to her body, and you realize that she’s not wearing a shirt. Though a blush rishes up your cheeks, you’re certain it’s too dark for Cassandra to notice. Or at least you hope so. Wanting to think about something other than what she was (or was not) wearing, you focus your energy on responding.

“Isn’t it obvious? I got invited to a sick orgy on the way back, and I wasn’t about to turn that down, so…” You trailed off, gesturing idly with your hands. The movement stretches your shoulder more than you’d like, resulting in an ache that lasts several seconds. It distracts you to the point where you almost can’t catch the object Cassandra promptly throws at you. “What the hell…?” It’s a shoe, as far as you can tell, that definitely would have hurt, had it hit its intended target. “Such a lovely gift, babe. I will treasure it for the rest of my days, forever keeping it as a reminder that you-” your tone shifts from a false joy to deadpan- “are a piece of shit. Now, seriously, where am I supposed to sleep? Is there a walk-in closet I can camp in? Or do I get the bed, while you sleep in a fucking coffin or something?”

Before Cassandra has a chance to respond, you’re walking further into her room, wanting to take a quick look around. There’s a large dresser that you quickly toss her shoe inside, as well as a window sill with a built-in reading nook. Trading your tiredness for sheer dickery, you throw open the curtains, letting the light pour in (and nearly blind you in the process). Half of you expects your soulmate to screech in response. Maybe even turn to ash. Instead, you hear her moving, and you turn to find her laying back down, facing away from you.

“When you’re done fucking around, come over here and sleep. I will knock you out if I have to,” Cassandra muttered, still sounding half asleep. As much as you wanted to know if she’d go through with her threat, you are exhausted. Begrudgingly you approach the bed. It’s certainly large enough for two people, even having enough room for you to be completely separate from each other. When you start to climb in, you find yourself overwhelmed for a moment, surprised at the quality of the sheet fabric. Exactly how rich were these vampiric assholes? This room alone seemed to be worth more than you had ever known.

This was, perhaps, the one bright side to your situation: A comfortable state of existence. Well, as comfortable as one could get in a place like this. So lovely on the outside, a muse worthy of a thousand artists, yet hiding far darker horrors within… much like the woman you now found yourself laying beside. Why me? Why her? What could possibly bring the two of us together, you think, other than a cruel fate? There’s a pain in your chest, dishearteningly similar to heartache. Damning the universe, and your blood bond, and yourself, you think ‘fuck it’ before sliding closer to Cassandra. One arm drapes itself over her waist, while you slowly lean your head against her back.

In an instant she’s tense, not even breathing, waiting for you to reveal whatever trick hid up your sleeve. But no trick comes, just your hand meeting hers, squeezing softly. Suddenly the tension is gone. None remains, not even lingering in the air, and the two of you soon drift off to sleep...

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Shaking, body made a wreck through tremors, tears staining her cheeks. Breathing comes hard, each shift of her lungs bringing with it a mighty ache. Someone’s holding her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, fingers tracing circles against her back. But she’s lost in her dream, eyes clenched shut. Visions flash before her gaze like lightning in a storm. There’s no time to process, no opportunity to prepare for the thunder that follows. Every strike is a punch to the gut she can’t ignore. When release finally comes, it is not a gentle kiss to her forehead, or a reassuring hand on her own, but rather an intense surge of pain that jolts her awake.

Cassandra nearly screams as she sits up, hands reflexively going to hold her head. One of them stings, bad, and she notices what look like bite marks on the side. For a moment her confusion acts as a welcome distraction. Then she’s looking next to her, and the puzzle practically puts itself together. There you are, one hand in your mouth, an eyebrow raised as you stare at her. Ignoring the lingering memories of her dream, she turns all of her rage towards you. Quickly she grabs ahold of your arm, forcefully yanking your hand out of your mouth, even though it makes your teeth dig in a little deeper. It takes more willpower than she wants to admit to stop herself from strangling you right then and there.

“I didn’t know monsters could even have nightmares,” you taunted. Before you know what’s happening, Cassandra is lunging towards you, pressing her forearm against your throat. There’s just enough pressure to make talking difficult. Both of her yellow eyes are filled with hatred, aimed right at you, but you can’t help but laugh. “Ya know, I did try to wake you up nicely. I should have known you only respond to violence. Next time, though, I’ll remember to stay a safe distance away.”

“You don’t know anything, dipshit. Anyone else would know better than to spout so much fucking ignorance, but nobody taught you how to behave, huh?” Cassandra growled, applying more pressure with her arm, leaving you unable to reply (for once). “You’re a goddamn mutt, aren’t you? Thrown to the street like the garbage you are, left to live in the gutter, feeding off of trash like a fucking cannibal. You should be honored to be allowed anywhere near me. You should be worshiping me, for fuck’s sake!” Black dots form in your vision, a dark halo edging into the corners of your eyes, as your lungs beg for air. But you’re grinning. You’re showing your teeth, bright and proud, knowing full well that you have won this round. As soon as realization dawns on Cassandra’s face she’s pulling herself off of you.

Still, you are left gasping, clutching at your neck as she hurriedly gets dressed for the day. By the time you can see properly again, she’s left without another word. Even as she stalks down the corridor, eagerly rushing away from you, she hears your laughter howling through the castle. It digs into her brain, taunting her. Soon enough you’ll stop, light headed, but she will still hear it echoing inside her mind. You’ll haunt her just as much as her wicked dreams. Hopefully more.

#cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #resident evil: village #re8 village #blunt teeth sharp tongue #cassandra gets a turn to be a dick #>=3

[samwilsonshandsandass]

In The Coffee Shop

Summary: You work in a coffee shop and preparing the special of the month starts something you’d never thought would happen at your work place.

Pairing: Sharon Carter x Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff x Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Dubcon (sex pollen), smut, oral sex (m and f receiving, m and f giving), fingering, anal

Word count: 4.6K

A/N: This is my entry for @tinymalscoffee 400 follower writing challenge. Congrats on that milestone and thank you for hosting this challenge! I chose the prompts sex pollen and coffee shop AU. The graphics I used are by the amazing @firefly-graphics

It was, surprisingly, a slow morning in the coffee shop. Well, maybe not that surprising. There had been a warning for an extreme weather phenomenon and judging by the lack of customers in suits, several of the big employers had for once decided to not force their employees to come into work during this. You could already see the dark clouds forming on the sky.

The bell above the door rang and in came a red head with shorter hair. You didn’t look up from the flat white you were preparing and put some chocolate powder on it when your colleague yelled to you to get started on a double espresso. The flat white was done and snatched up by someone who visibly thought himself a hotshot, and even more visibly, wasn’t. Probably why he was out, to show his unwavering dedication to the company…

Then came the red head into your line of view directly. She was beautiful. And your hands trembled when you pushed the cup over the counter to her.

“Here’s your coffee, ma’am. Enjoy” You were surprised you were able to keep your voice steady.

“Thanks. Sugar is…?” Her voice was beautiful.

“To your right, ma’am.”

She smiled. “Do I look that old?”

“N-no, miss” You felt yourself get hot in the face.

“Don’t worry, just pulling your leg.”

You smiled at each other. Her smile made her even more beautiful. She nodded once more to you and then went to find a seat in the farthest nook of the shop. Your shift went on like usual after that.

Some days later, you had the afternoon shift. Your favorite. There were mostly students chatting about their lectures and during ordering, they were the nicest of customers and even chatting with you and the other baristas about their own side jobs, often in other cafés like yours.

This time you were on the register. Because of the influx of customers, you didn’t register the black-haired man and the blond one next to him until they stood directly in front of you.

“What can I get you, sirs? Our feature of the month is the flat white and the blueberry muffin.”

“I’ll have a latte macchiato and one of those blueberry muffins. Sound delicious.” The black-haired man grinned at you.

“And for you, sir?”

“Just a black coffee, thanks.” The blond one smiled.

“Right away, just wait for it over there.” You pointed to the end of the counter.

“Thanks” The black-haired one smiled. “So, Steve about that idea for Veterans Day…”

A week later, right at noon, a blonde woman and a brown-haired man came in. You were just finishing up an americano when they came over to you and you caught a snippet of their conversation: “… but knives-“ Said the blonde woman.

You had expected normal talks about work or whatnot. But not about knives, and apparently that had shown on your face.

“Don’t you scare the lady that’s granting you tea, Sharon!” The man said and smiled at you.

You smiled back as you gave them their tea and coffee and they smiled back. Like customers and employees smiled at each other.

Days later, when you were on table cleaning duty, your eyes swept over the customers’ heads. There was that cute couple that had had their first date here. You had no idea what number date they were on, but they were clearly progressing. The redhead putting her hand on the hand of the other woman after she put down the cookie she just broke in half.

The next table already had drunk their orders and the crumbs on the one plate in front of the brown-haired man signaled them being finished.

“Can I clear away?” You asked.

The brown-haired man and the redhead woman nodded.

“Thanks.”

There was even more traffic than usual in the morning today. Some conference was happening near you. And it wasn’t the fun kind for comics or books or games or a combination or all three with people in cosplay and sometimes, literally, screaming about who they saw and who was gonna be where and what they wanted to do and fandom discussions you got way to invested in for the fact that you were working. No, it was some business conference. It meant even more suits and even more snatched drinks without so much as a glance. It shouldn’t have bothered you, but it still did.

On one table though, there were two blondes and a black-haired man next to them. When you yelled out their orders, the blonde woman came up and took them with a genuine but tired “Thanks.” It was the first thanks you had heard that day by a customer.

When you went to do your cleaning rounds and came to their table the black-haired man and the blonde woman seemed to be dozing. The other blond smiled to himself. You took the cups and remembered how they all had wanted a double-caffeine shot.

“Thank you very much, ma’am” The blond man said.

You looked up at him, aghast. Thanking customers were one thing. They made your day. But this? This much manners? Calling you ‘ma’am’? Wow.

“O- of course. You’re welcome.”

You came out of the back room and had to grip the doorframe to hold yourself up. Your head was swimming.

“Hey! … okay?” You heard a voice in front of you.

You clenched your eyes and opened them again.

“Hey. You okay?” The blonde woman came into focus.

“I feel … weird…” You mumbled.

“I’ll take a look” The blond man said and went to the back room. A few minutes later, he came back, carrying a tray with a coffee grinder and half of the beans already ground.

“Did you just work on this?”

“Yeah… it’s… it’s our … special feature … the coffee with … with our special… home-ground beans…” Speaking was hard, you slurred, but somehow you managed while the blonde woman stroked your back.

“And you prepared them for tomorrow?” The redhead asked.

You nodded.

“Right, there was an ad about the new monthly feature” The brown-haired man mused.

You nodded again.

The blond man bent over the tray and took a whiff.

“Steve, no!” The black-haired man shouted.

“That’s been a losing battle for decades now, Sam” The brown-haired man sounded almost resigned.

“It smells a little weird.”

“I don��t smell anything” The redhead said. “But if you sense something, it must be there. Probably not strong enough for her to pick up.” She nodded to you.

The brown-haired man stood up from where he sat and went into the back room. He came back shortly after and pinched his nose in what seemed disbelief. “I think I know what it is. And all of us already inhaled it.”

“What are you talking about, Bucky?” The blonde woman spoke up.

“There were rumors about a substance that could be both used in liquids and in air to heighten sexual arousal. At the moment I don’t yet know who exactly produced it or why they need this and I also don’t know who ‘they’ are but the rumors I could listen to years ago when they were slow with wiping me, apparently led to something.”

“So, ‘they’ isn’t Hydra?” That was the redhead.

The guy shook his head.

“So, what happens now?” The blond man, Steve, asked.

“Most likely, all of us will go more or less crazy unless we…” Bucky scratched his neck and trailed off.

“Getting ourselves of by ourselves isn’t an option?” Sam wanted to know. “The whole thing would be weird if it was just people we knew from work, but she” He pointed to you. “doesn’t know us, we don’t know her and besides introducing ourselves, there won’t be much getting to know each other.”

“I know your orders, but that’s about it. I can’t even tell if you have a routine for which you need caffeine, because you all came in at different times and all the time” You mumbled with a tight-lipped smile.

“They say something about ourselves, right?” The man who was called Steve.

You nodded and looked at the blonde woman. “You have someone British in your family.”

Now Steve. “You want something simple. Maybe you don’t care for all the special things coffee shops have, but maybe, you’re also overwhelmed by the sheer amount of choice.”

The one called Sam was next. “You want something sweet but unlike others, you don’t want it contrasted with a drink on the bitter side of the spectrum. You want something toned down. You don’t need another stark contrast.”

“You” You looked at the redhead- “want something strong and sweet. Always. It’s both a pick me up and something to calm down but stay energized.”

“And you, ordering a black coffee but with caramel and peppermint syrup. There are people who order one of the two syrups in their coffee. Maybe caramel and hazelnut together. Peppermint on its own. But caramel and peppermint? That’s very unusual.” That was the last one of the group.

As much as they looked stunned, you looked proudly at them.

“How do you know I have someone British in my family?” The blonde woman seemed a little lost for words.

“Tea in this shop is either ordered by people who wanna seem fancy but not too fancy to hinder their career or by people who have an emotional response to tea. That’s why we sell almost no tea when there’s a conference, even to those suit-wearing people from around here who normally order one.”

“But how?” The one called Sam wondered.

“Barista.”

“If you know all that just by our drink orders and we’ll probably have sex with each other tonight, we should probably know each other’s names, right?” Steve said.

You nodded. “I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Steve and this are Sharon, Natasha, Sam and Bucky.”

You shook their hands and looked them in the eyes when their names were called and they smiled at you. You shook hands with people you barely, if at all, knew and who you were going to have sex with in probably a few minutes.

“Is there somewhere where it wouldn’t be that uncomfortable?” Natasha asked.

You nodded and led them to the very back of the shop, right where Natasha had once drunk her double espresso.

“The first time I came in here, you made the coffee and I went to this nook. You make a mean double espresso.”

“How do you remember that one coffee?”

“Because the first time it wasn’t you who made it, it didn’t taste as good.”

“Oh. Thanks.” You smiled; the barista part of your ego needed that and getting that compliment from someone like her, was an added bonus.

“May I?” Sam asked and untied the apron, now working on your shirt and you nodded.

Your clothes went one by one, slowly and when you were just in your underwear, you saw the others had taken off their clothing as well, except Sam of course.

You looked at Sam and when he smiled at you, you took off his clothes, first the sweater, then the pants.

Someone took your hand and you looked to your right to see Sharon pulling you with her on the couch. She put her hands on your cheeks and slowly kissed you. Her lips moved with yours and left you breathless when she let you go.

You felt someone on the other side of you who rubbed your waist. Turning your head, you saw Steve who looked encouragingly at you. He kissed the junction of your shoulder and neck. You could feel his chest pressing to your back and leant into him.

Suddenly there was something cold on your left leg and you flinched away, only to be stopped by soft hands.

“Sorry” Bucky mumbled and when you looked down you saw him massaging your leg with his hands, one flesh, one metal and you couldn’t help but think of how his metal hand would feel between your folds.

On your right leg were Natasha’s hands, massaging, kneading higher and higher until you felt her between your folds. She rose up until you could feel the tip of her tongue when you heard Steve say: “Nat, wait a second.”

You tore your eyes away from Natasha and saw Steve push a pillow under Natasha’s knees. She turned her head to give him a quick smile of thanks and then licked a stripe on the junction between your vulva and your right leg and then on the other side. Her hands had left your leg to hold you down at your hips and not too soon, because as her tongue was on your vulva longer than a second and she moved around, licking up and down your lips, your body bucked into her mouth on its own.

Sam moved behind Sharon, pressing himself into her, pushing her on you and both of you a little more into Steve. He somehow got his hands under your butt, letting his fingers dance over it, rubbing all the spots that you didn’t even know would make you moan. And then, he removed one of his hands. You just heard a wet pop and felt Steve’s forefinger at your hole.

“Okay?”

You tried to nod but in that moment Natasha inserted two of her fingers in your channel, and already, you could hear your wetness. So, instead of a nod, a moan escaped your lips and that was the non-verbal “Yes” Steve needed and he pushed his finger in.

Your mouth, still open from your moan, fell open even more and Sam traced it with his thumb. You moved your head forward a bit and closed your lips around it and sucked. You wrapped your right hand around Sam’s wrist to keep his hand where it was and linked your left hand with Sharon’s. You could feel her thighs next to yours on the couch moving. You looked at her. She had her eyes closed, whimpering into your neck.

“Y/N, hold her hip” Sam ordered.

You moved your hand from his wrist to her hip and Sam held her other hip. He moved forward and Sharon whined when Sam sank into her.

“Good?” You asked her.

She smiled lazily at you and nodded. You rubbed her neck and with each thrust of Sam, he squished her and your chests together. You angled your head a little to easier to kiss Sharon. You traced her lips with yours, she traced yours with hers when you pulled back for a second. She caressed your cheekbones with her thumbs and only when you opened your lips a bit further, did she use her tongue. She poked yours playfully, you poked back and could hear her giggle that traveled straight to your core. You entangled her in a light dance until you both had to breathe.

You leaned against each other, foreheads touching. You felt Sam moving his arm but couldn’t see where it went. You just noticed Sharon jolting and looked down to see him rubbing her clit.

“Baby, open up” Sam purred and pulled down your bottom lip with the thumb of his other hand.

You parted your lips immediately.

A second later, Natasha pulled her fingers from you and held them up in front of your face. She scissored them a bit and you could see your wetness between them.

“Sam?”

“Oh, yeah” He chuckled and removed his thumb from your mouth to a whine from you but that turned into a moan when Nat pushed her fingers into your mouth. You moved your tongue around, tasting yourself on her and maybe, just maybe, putting on a little show for her.

Steve kissed your shoulder blades, your neck, your collar bones while he moved his finger in you.

“Ready for the next one?”

This time you could nod, and you did.

“Alright” You could hear the smile in Steve’s voice.

He inserted his middle finger alongside his forefinger slowly and gently. He waited until he felt you relax and suck on Natasha’s fingers again. Just enjoying the feeling of being full and you felt your pussy clenching around nothing.

Now, you felt Bucky moving up a little. He looked up at you through his lashes. He massaged your tummy, going in circles until his hands gripped you were Natasha had had her hands. Bucky dove in, kitten licking your pussy and Nat’s soft hair was one thing between your thighs and definitely something you’d enjoy later when you were alone, even if it was just a memory, but Bucky’s shorter hair combined with his stubble was something else.

You couldn’t help but put your legs over his shoulders and link your ankles.

“Good… so good…” You moaned. Natasha had pulled her fingers back by now and kneaded yours and Sharon’s breasts.

“Yeah? What exactly feels good, baby?” Sam purred as he thrust into Sharon.

“Nat’s… Natasha’s fingers… and Steve’s as well” You could feel Steve’s grin on your shoulder blade and his fingers thrusting a bit deeper. “And-“ Bucky’s tongue entered you, going back and forth, in and out and you clenched around him.

When he pulled back for a moment with a grin, he said: “You were saying?”

You swallowed thickly and summoned your will to answer him. “Your beard! It feels so good on my thighs, never had one between them before…” You moaned again.

“Then I’m honored to be your first” He winked and dove back in.

He continued right where he left of. His tongue fucked up into you, his hands pulled you down onto him and soon your hips were basically riding his face. After a very pointed movement of his tongue, perfectly timed with Bucky squeezing your hips while pulling you down again, made you come undone. Your pussy spasmed around him, your mouth opened and your eyes closed.

You couldn’t hear anything, you couldn’t move anything but when you came down back to earth, you could still feel your pussy spasming. Apparently, you had gripped Bucky’s hair at some point and carded your fingers through it and scratched his scalp to ground yourself. But that plan backfired. Your scratching of his scalp made him purr. Understandably because having your scalp scratched was nice but after such an orgasm it was too much for you and you whimpered.

Bucky moved his metal hand to cup your pussy and the pressure of the plates without much structure plus the coldness soothed you and you sighed.

You felt several hands stroking you, calming you down and Sharon and Natasha kissing you.

“All good?” Steve wanted to know from behind you.

You nodded and turned your head to kiss him, moving your tongue against his.

They all pulled back a bit, Natasha and Bucky sitting back on their heels, Sam pulled Sharon from you and leant back and Steve removed his fingers and while you still felt Steve’s chest at your back and Sharon’s thighs next to yours but other than that, nothing.

You whined at the loss of contact and of the confusion until Steve lifted you up by your waist.

“Spread your legs, love” He commanded softly, and you did. As he lowered you down, you could almost feel his thighs under yours and the tip of his cock at your spread butthole.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

“Then breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. Steady, okay?”

You followed Steve’s advice and you felt him slowly inch in. He stopped every few seconds, letting you adjust to it all until you felt his hips digging into your butt.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and slowly leaned back, until he laid flat on the couch with you on top of him. He rubbed your arms

Bucky climbed between your and Steve’s legs, holding his dick and looked to you for confirmation. You made grabby hands and he chuckled.

“Needy.”

Bucky bent over you and looked you in the eyes. And he continued to hold your gaze as he entered you. You couldn’t have looked away if you wanted to.

“Wet. So warm and wet” His eyes were screwed shut and he leaned his forehead on your collarbone.

Natasha moved to your head and you moved so your head was on Steve’s shoulder. You put your hands on Nat’s hips and pulled her down until her clit met your lips and she hissed on contact, while facing away from Bucky. She slowly began to ride your face and you moved your tongue a bit to touch her.

Seeing Natasha in this position, you below her, your mouth on her clit, her using you for your pleasure and her stiff nipples and her breasts moving made you wish for two mouths. You wanted to taste her but at the same time, you wanted to suck and bite her nipples until they were swollen and she’d push you away because it felt too good.

Bucky and Steve held you close, sandwiched between them, their arms around you and each other and when they started to move, they moved in unison. They made you feel almost completely empty and then full again and Bucky rubbed your clit with his left middle finger and forefinger.

That was the moment Sam softly took your left hand from under Bucky’s and Steve’s arms. Sam wrapped it around him and started moving it up and down. When you looked to your left, you saw Sam, but you also saw Sharon looking straight at you as she quickly rode Sam’s thigh. She smiled and reached out to stroke your forearm.

You were so glad Sam helped you, because on your own, you wouldn’t have been able to do something. The stimulation of Bucky’s slow and deep strokes that hit all the points in you, Steve grinding and keeping you close, Sharon’s touches a contrast but at the same time not to it all, the heat of them around you, Natasha on your face and moaning. It was all too much.

Natasha rode your face rhythmically, you licked and sucked on her until the rhythm she had built stuttered, her moan broke off and her legs twitched. You could see her bending forward to rest on her forearms.

Sam moved your hand along him, he squeezed your hand around him, lessening it a bit when he came to the tip and twisting your hand around it.

You moved your right hand from under Bucky’s arm and put it on Natasha’s hip to stabilize her. She moaned at the contact and the moan morphed into a whimper when you switched from using your tongue to nipping and sucking on her with your lips.

At the same time Steve gripped your hips and used what leverage he had to chase his release and soon you could feel him cumming with a groan. After the last spurt, he pressed you to him.

The slightly new angle seemed to trigger something in Bucky. He started rutting arrhythmically in you. With each thrust, he bent over you a little more until he effectively blanketed you with his body. Bucky softly rubbed and pinched your clit and you clenched around him. He stopped moving and you heard his growl as he started cumming in you.

And then you felt like you were floating up and away from the earth.

For a short time, nothing.

And then you felt like you were floating back down to earth.

You could feel your pussy still spasming, although now around nothing, and you could hear voices. You couldn’t discern who said what.

“Hey. Hey! … Oh shit, I think that was too much.”

“Too much of what exactly?”

“Of everything.”

“That wasn’t me, was it? The weight of my body?”

“Don’t think so.”

“Hey, Y/N. Hey. Come back to us.”

“Mmmhmmmm”

“Oh, good, you’re back. Thought we’d lost you there for a second.”

“You probably did, but I’m back now.”

You were maneuvered to lean against the back of the couch and just breathed in and out a few times. When you calmed down and got your beating heart a little more under control, your eyes fell to Sam’s cock, which still stood at attention.

“May I?” You asked and looked at him, at his cock and back at his face.

Sam just nodded and that was enough to lick long stripes up and down, only sucking on his tip for a second before you went back to the base of him and massaged his balls until you could feel him twitch. You waited until the last second to put your mouth on just his tip and sucked.

You continued sucking on Sam, letting him buck up his hips and swirled the tip of your tongue around the slit until he couldn’t take it anymore. Sam came and spurted in your mouth until he literally tore your mouth off his dick. You swallowed and grinned at him like a Cheshire cat.

You turned to Sharon, and this time, you pulled her on the couch. You pushed her back until she laid on her back. You moved down her breasts and tummy with little kisses and bites. You ignored her whimpers when you neglected where she visibly wanted you the most in favor of her thighs. You altered between nips, kisses and bites that would leave a memory for a few days, until you reached the junction between her legs.

You pursed your lips and only moved them over her. When your mouth was back at her entrance, you flattened your tongue and licked up until you swirled your tongue around Sharon’s clit. First in bigger circles that went smaller and smaller up to the point where you sucked her clit in your mouth. You continued sucking on her with alternating pressure until you could feel her twitch and buck her hips into your mouth.

Each time Sharon bucked into you, you made it a point to get closer to her, until she couldn’t take it anymore and came. She whimpered, she wailed, you could see several hands stroking her body, soothing her and you felt her thighs shake next to your head. After some time, her thighs stilled and you gently uncrossed her legs and took them off your shoulders. You licked your lips and grinned at her.

“Good?”

Sharon only nodded with a smile.

One day after this one-of-a-kind night, Natasha came back in the morning and left with a little black container under her arm and a double espresso to-go.

One or two weeks later, you had the day shift and were solely on coffee making duty. Your coworker had just told you the next order and it was a big one all at once.

“Latte macchiato, one blueberry muffin, black coffee, double espresso, black coffee with peppermint and caramel and a black tea!” You yelled out.

Someone came up to you and you recognized Sam.

“Good to see you” He winked with a smile.

“Not like I work here” You retorted with a smile of your own.

“Buck! Help me carry all these things!”

Bucky came up and looked at you. “Hey. Nice seeing you.”

“Surprisingly, I work at the place that I also call ‘my workplace’” You deadpanned.

Bucky let out a dry laugh. “Yeah, should have expected that.”

They both took half of the order in their hands and went to walk to the table where the others were sat. Although you couldn’t see the entire table, you knew exactly who sat at it, just from the orders.

Sam turned his upper body to you again. “When do you get off work?”

“In an hour. Why?”

“Wait for us here?”

“Who is ‘we’?”

Sam only winked and he and Bucky went to their table.

#my things #my writing #mals400followerwritingchallenge #sharon carter x reader #sharon carter x you #sharon carter x y/n #sharon carter x sam wilson #sharon carter x natasha romanoff #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x you #sam wilson x y/n #sam wilson x sharon carter #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff x sharon carter #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #steve roger x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #fanfiction #fanfic #marvel fanfiction

[jekde04]

Lips Like Sugar

Pairing: Gruvia (Gray Fullbuster & Juvia Lockser)

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Genre: Romance

Word Count: 896 words

Summary: Juvia may be an excellent baker, but sometimes she needs Gray’s discerning taste to get it right.

You may also read it on FanFiction.net and AO3!

And oh wow, after four fics, I now have a master list.

Tag list: @shampooneko @fbflame94 @juviaafullbuster @unvalley (Wanna be tagged, lemme know) 

A/N: Just a little something to satisfy our Gruvia drought. Or my Gruvia drought. Whatever. I enjoyed writing this; I hope you do, too!

She just can't get it right.

What is it? Too sweet? More butter? Are these strawberries even fresh?

Juvia can't quite put a finger on it, but she knows she must finish soon if she wants to give Erza her special birthday gift at her party. But at the rate things are going...

"Are you baking ten cakes or something?"

Great. Gray-sama's done and Juvia's still stuck with this, Juvia thinks without bothering to look up. She feels him walk behind her towards the sink, carrying a handful of vegetables he just harvested from their mini garden.

Juvia adds another teaspoon of vanilla into the mix and whisks the whole thing vigorously. She takes a spoonful to taste. 

Hmm, not bad. But still...

"Gray-sama, can you taste this and tell Juvia what's missing?" She places a dollop of frosting on her spoon and turns around to give Gray a taste. 

Seeing him half-naked (and completely nude more times than she can count) is not new to Juvia, yet the constancy of it doesn't diminish his effect on her. 

Juvia feels her breath hitch as she lets her eyes roam over his chiseled chest, glistening with sweat from laboring under the afternoon sun. Soil and soot litter his muscled torso and toned biceps as he dries his newly washed hands on his pants, inadvertently dirtying them more instead of cleaning them. He shakes off his disheveled hair from clinging to his damp forehead, his face sporting his signature frown. 

And then his eyes lock with hers – curious, a slight frown on his brow, and a split-second glint that Juvia manages to catch. 

She extends her arm, the spoonful of frosting just inches away from his mouth. But before Juvia even realizes what's happening, Gray steps closer to her, grasps her wrist and shoves it aside. He slips his other hand from her waist to her lower back, pushing her towards him so close their lips are almost touching.

"Gray-sama..." Juvia whispers as her lids close, forgetting everything else, his cool minty breath the only air she breathes. But instead of a kiss, she feels his tongue lick the corner of her mouth ever so slowly, sending shivers down her spine, awakening every nerve in her body. 

The spoon drops with a clang.

"Hmm..." Gray mumbles as he steps away to face her, forcing Juvia to open her eyes. He licks his lips, his gaze so intense Juvia feels like soft butter melting in a hot, hot pan. "Good. So damn sweet."

She blushes. Did Gray-sama just taste... Juvia? 

"Oh... wa-was there frosting on Juvia’s face?" she asks, suddenly feeling self-conscious. She starts to pull away, but Gray grabs the back of her head, his fingers interlocking with her blue locks and preventing her from leaving his warmth.

"I need another taste. Just to be sure."

Gray’s lips crash onto hers, his tongue hungrily exploring every nook and cranny of her mouth. The sweetness is intoxicating – a mix of vanilla and sugar and butter and milk and strawberry all tangled together in her honeyed cavern. Sucking on her lower lip, he tastes a hint of salt, offsetting the sweetness just a tiny bit and oh god, it was easily the best strawberry frosting he ever tasted. Gray drinks it all in, Juvia's maddening flavor mingling with his own. 

His hand travels from her back down to her round buttocks, giving a cheek a squeeze before going down to caress a wobbly thigh, wrapping it around his hip, the growing bulge in his pants rubbing against her center.

Juvia has to hold on tightly to Gray to keep herself from falling when he finally pulls away from her, a sliver of saliva connecting their mouths, the tips of their noses still touching. Gray brushes a finger on Juvia's swollen lips as a smirk forms on his own. 

"Delicious," he says in a husky tone.

Juvia's whole body heats up at Gray's words, and she mentally thanks him for holding her leg up because oh boy, she's positive her legs have stopped working.

"Gray-sama likes it?"

"I love it. So much I can eat you all day." He runs his tongue on her lower lip one last time before letting go of her leg. Juvia has to lean back on the counter to keep her knees from buckling.

"Right, I gotta shower now, sugar," Gray tells her with a loud smack on her butt and a chuckle before walking away. And did Gray-sama just wink at Juvia?

Once she hears Gray close the bathroom door, Juvia slumps on the floor, face all crimson and trying so, so hard not to melt into a puddle. She takes a few deep breaths to calm her pounding heart. 

Okay, so maybe Gray-sama's right, this already tastes perfect. No need to overthink.

Or better yet, maybe they'll just buy Erza's favorite strawberry cake from the nearby bakery. Who said anything about homemade cakes, anyway?

Juvia stands up, picks up the discarded spoon, and throws it in the sink. She strips off her apron. 

When did it suddenly get so hot in here?

She definitely needs a shower. 

Right. Now.

#gruvia #gruvia fanfic #gruvia fanfiction #Gray X Juvia #gray fullbuster #Juvia Lockser #fairy tail

[lucemferto]

First impressions on characters who are just now becoming important to the lore? :D (specifically Hannah and Foolish, but also Puffy and Sam, although they've been doing lore for a little longer than the other two)

Hannah and Foolish, I like well enough. There isn’t a lot there right now for me to examine, so it’s a little hard to express an opinion. I still have to catch up with their inclusion in the Crimson-storyline, but the stuff I heard seems like a fine starting point for some good character stuff.

Now, Puffy and Sam, I have more to say about.

I like them both a lot. They really carved out a niche for themselves, especially in S3. It’s super interesting that they are the only two characters that take the mostly metatextual issue of Tommy’s, Tubbo’s and Ranboo’s age and make that an explicit part of their character motivation.

Like, I know this is a hot button-issue in the fandom, but textually speaking, Tommy’s, Tubbo’s and Ranboo’s age didn’t matter in S1 and S2. Like, they were part of the intertextual/metatextual readings for these characters by the fandom, but like with Wilbur’s and Tommy’s drug business for example it’s - if ever - just brought up as a joke.

Like, there’s no narrative or thematic emphasis placed on the fact that Tommy and Tubbo are technically child soldiers - not to disregard what they have gone through! But it’s never actively examined through that angle.

But that changes with Puffy and Awesamdude - and I think that is mostly due to the fandom making it such a point of discussion. And, honestly, good for them - I do hope they consulted Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo on this, if they want to make that a thematic component of their character - but just on itself, I think it works well enough.

Now, outside of these factors, Puffy has positioned herself as a de-facto hero of the Crimson-arc - especially seeing how Tommy’s current metastory is about him denouncing that “responsibility”. That gives her a lot of moments to shine and fills a niche in a narrative that oftentimes deals with a more morally dubious characters.

I also think it’s interesting, because we rarely see maternal figures explored as active characters of their own story, so that is something that I appreciate Puffy bringing to the table.

Puffy and Sam have also developed into fine dramatic actors - Sam especially knows how to carry pathos. Like, he is so good at delivering angst.

I also really love Sam Nook - it’s quite brilliant. It’s introduced as a comedic element and helps lighten the mood after the heavy ... entirety of S2. Sam uses this tonal relaxation to really make the viewers attached to Sam Nook - but then, when the tone of Season shifts, so does his utilisation - and without having to recharacterize Sam Nook at all. Like, Sam very effortlessly in Ranboo’s stream turns this once comedic element into a moment of tragedy. It’s like the opposite of what Tubbo did in response to Tommy’s death.

One ... problem I see maybe arising is with Sam’s role as Warden of the prison - because depending on how the prison is further utilised in and examined by the narrative, that could turn out spicy. Like, the fact that he kept Tommy in there for as long as he has, is a pretty big ask for the viewers to just accept as “justified”. It really challenges - at least my - suspension of disbelief.

I have spoken about the prison’s morality and how I view it in relation to real-life prisons here and here - but with Tommy’s incarceration, it becomes harder to “ignore” the inherent immorality of how Pandora’s Vault is run.

If you want to read some insightful takes that look at how the “reality” of Pandora’s Vault is/would be highly immoral, I’d suggest @blockgamepirate‘s posts on the subject.

It simply reflects badly on Sam‘s character. Now, he has taken some steps to include these metatextual problems into his character arc - but I’d still wait to see how that ultimately shakes out.

#dream smp #dreamsmp #dsmp #dsmpblr #dsmp analysis #dream smp analysis #foolish #dsmp foolish #hannahxxrose #dsmp hannah #captain puffy #dsmp puffy #awesamdude #dsmp awesamdude #sam nook #pandora's vault #the eggpire #dsmp eggpire #dsmp crimson

[shoezuki]

okay but about that thing on people just switching their sides up. I actually have a whole critical thing of the fandom that I'll never write post in my head that like.... I think comes up with an explanation on it. but I wouldn't be posted cuz it would be super critical of Twitter as a whole and i don't wanna die lol.

but also I was talking about this in zablrs rant-chat a few hours ago, and like. I think part of it is that people are very much emotion first. and with Twitter, tumblr, and twitch chat being the way they are with live tweeting/blogging/chatting what have you, you get all these emotional reactions first. which. fair. thats how people react, ya know? in a sense, that's what you're supposed to do/how you're supposed to feel.

the real problem, imo, is the people who get their ideas/views second hand from these platforms. like, esp with Twitter since the way trending works it really, really can push out bias and misinformation really fast. so the non-viewer is seeing this influx in "oh this character bad now" or "this character redeemed now!" and instead of looking for it themselves they fall into the mob mentality and go with it.

that means later, when the stream is done, people who reacted emotionally at first and now have time/distance enough to think logically don't. because now they're the ones falling into the mob mentality. I mean, even people who haven't watched the current stream agree, so maybe it has more basis than just the one stream!

so people then get the idea that those emotional responses are logical and so when someone comes in with a different perspective, they think "now hold on a second" and they argue against it. because, logically, they're in the right, so obviously you're wrong!

(don't even get me started on that. there is no concrete right and wrong, only what is, what isn't, and what should be and should not be done. but thats a whole other post)

and then people, because theyre arguing instead of having proper discourse, the literary definition which is literally just another word for discussion NOT argument, people are getting emotional again. and it's been proven time and time and time again that when you're responding based on emotion you're less likely to respond well to someone who's trying to tell you something else because it feels like you're invalidating their feelings.

(and boy, oh boy, don't get me started on how much this has created a divide between NT and ND viewers of the smp. because it feels, to me, that when a NT is feeling emotional and a ND is trying to speak to them with logic, they're being told they're heartless or something which is just hhhhh)

so we never get anywhere in the fandom. we're stuck in the same emotion-mob mentality-logic-mob mentality cycle and it's honestly just exhausting at this point.

tiny you’ve hit it right on the head. like. youre so fucking right here.

i talked a how twitter is Built in a way that sucks before Kinda like this n it REALLY plays a part in like. mcyt fans over there n information n ppls reactions to things. like. it REALLY shows in there n usually when im arguing that ppl are so Quick to React to things its over There moreso than here like. ofc Everywhere but anyways like, 

emotions are FIRST. its what ppl immediately feel in response to stimulus. like its a Whole Thing. how ppl can get angry and lash out then later will be like thinking it over and digest it better. and a LOT of dsmp stuff esp w tommy’s character appeals to emotions. like when we see ppl liveblogging its never dissecting or commentary on the flow and function of plot. its Always gut reactions

n like you said on social media it lasts SO LONG. the trending page on twitter is always fueled by in the moment thoughts and responses. things like ‘HE DIED’ and ‘SAM NOOK’ will get trending because ppl r livebloggin n freakin out about it. but it just drags all of it out too and creates like a domino affect.

idk how to say it without sounding like a dick either tbh but a lot of people will cling onto emotions and gut instant reactions, and will React and Speak according to that without thinking logically on analyzing things. so they’ll jump on ‘sam is a horrible person’ which sets off Other people and gets Others emotional and it spreads from that. mob mentality at its finest is how ppl will act in a Group and have the Same actions/thoughts largely because of emotional responses and Yeah It Do Be Here. 

n ppl jus will cling onto it so hard???? even when what others say is more rational and has logical backing its like. will just Stand Firm and can react badly and interpret criticism/analysis as Hatred and its WEIRD. 

like you mention the NT and ND aspect. and youre right like. not to lean on myself so heavy but i dont liveblog much or react In the Moment because im. like. not emotional. a part of my autism is i sometimes just Dont feel things or its not so Strong or i dont Get others emotional responses. easiest for me to feel is anger skjgfskg. 

n especially w philza n techno how ppl r so Reactive n Emotional about them in terms a them being ‘bad’ like. a lot a ppl i see defendin em and makin Hot Takes (comrades) r ND. 

#but absolutely i feel ppl r Very emotional n it doesnt feel right to say 'too much' but #yeah.yeah.hyeah #hard boiled takes #tiny #tinydemondragon

[houndsharkk]

alright alright, do yall want my dreamSMP headcanons?? keep in mind that i only watch a few of them

/dsmp

Possible TW's: trauma, manipulation, death, suicide, overdose; the basic dreamSMP stuff, unfortunately.

ok here we go:

Dream - a separate entity from DreamXD, though they are related; perhaps XD is from another universe? anyways, Dream was possessed by a 'Dreamon' at a young age, making him think that things like manipulation are ok simply because he didn't know any better. he says he's trying to get better, but is he? no. this is just another trick to make Tommy think he can change. Jacob Sheep horns are slowly growing (sheep-hybrid thanks to his mother, Cpt. Puffy). Him becoming family with George and Sapnap made him realize that he can make his own family, an idea which he twisted and turned into manipulation. In his words, paraphrased, he "did a bad thing but for good reasons" which were "bringing the server together"; he wanted to be a family with him in control, a dictatorship, a hivemind.

Drista - Dream's sister, more related to XD than Dream is. somewhat OP but has morals unlike her brother.

George - Mooshroom hybrid!! Has a little mushroom crown and cape because he thinks of himself as royalty (he isn't) - has little horns and a little tail. Misses Dream the most out of the Dream Team, but somewhat afraid of him. Wants 'the old dream' back, which was partly a persona and partly Dream learning about found family. He tries not to get involved with politics or the server after the events of the first wars, because he's scared. Sleeps through things as an excuse. Awesamdude's kid - doesn't tell anyone.

Sapnap - Dragon hybrid - has small horns and a tail, with burn marks at the base of them. His hands and feet are clawed and burnt. He also wants their Dream back, but understands that he was always corrupt and has mostly gotten over it. Wants to help with the Egg but, like George, doesn't like getting involved with big things on the server. He's ashamed of his dragon heritage, covering up his head burns with a headband and covering his horns with his hair; he hides his tail under a cape and wears gloves as well. Sapnap has unnaturally orange eyes, which he would change with contacts, if they didn't melt anytime he tried. Battle-scarred and hungry to start fights and sever friendships out of boredom. Badboyhalo's child.

Callahan - Cervitaur (deer-centaur). Distantly related to Puffy, Captain Sparklez, and Schlatt. I will admit, I have never watched him, and I don't think he's ever been too involved in server politics? Just a simple deer man trying to live his life.

Awesamdude - Creeper centaur thing (he and Callahan are... cousins? i guess?). Incredibly insecure about his morality and the fact that George doesn't talk to him much. Thinks he's a bad person. He becomes a father figure to Tommy through his Sam Nook persona - slowly gaining his confidence back through his real estate and his (illegal) adoption of the gremlin. Badass. Runs the prison by himself because he feels the need to prove himself, and he doesn't know anyone that would be up to the job.

Alyssa - inactive :[ probably human

Ponk - Human!! One of the few humans on this server, actually! He quite likes building and terraforming; he makes very aesthetic builds (see; war campsite). He and Sam are close friends. Ponk is also a parental figure to Tommy, but is closer to the fun uncle. The three of them steal together and then Ponk and Sam cover for Tommy because who could accuse them of lying?? Hesitant to join in with politics.

BadBoyHalo - Demon. Very, very tall demon. Large. Pretty wholesome. I honestly don't know what else to say about him lmao I haven't been paying attention to the Egg much. He and Skeppy are a thing though. Wishes his son would stop killing people's pets to start wars.

TommyInnit - He doesn't know what kind of hybrid he his, but he isn't human. His eyes change color with mood, going from a light grey to an extremely vibrant cobalt blue. He believes he may be part raccoon, or part bird(?) on Philza's side. Phil wasn't around during his childhood; Tommy only knew him as the hero from the strories that his older brother Wilbur told him. Philza killing Villain!Bur cemented his heroship, which is why Tommy sees him as a father figure. Wilbur never told him that he (Phil) was their father. Tommy is actually part siren, but his gills and fins haven't appeared yet. His PTSD is triggered by Dream, blackstone, tnt, people asking for his armor, and a few other things. An extremely traumatized kid. Best friends with Tubbo.

Tubbo - Sheep hybrid. His horns started coming in during Schlatt's presidentship, making him think he was a goat and following in his footsteps. In reality, he's Captain Sparklez's son; related to Schlatt yes, but not at all like him. He likes headbutting the people he loves, including his best friend Tommy. Wholesome, but still a chaotic being of destruction. He and Ranboo are also very good friends!

Fundy - Fox shifter; unlike most of the other hybrids on this server (other than Techno), he can turn into an anthro fox. Canonically transgender! Son to WilburSoot and Sally the Salmon (another shifter). Wilbur was an amazing father while Fundy was small, but started neglecting him during the Presidency, when he really needed a father. The two grew apart further during Pogtopia, and Fundy still tries to refuse his father's attempts at redemption. Despite this, Fundy and Ghostbur, even though they've had arguments, have a better relationship. Fundy is even one of the people who are attempting to bring back Wilbur. He sees Phil as a somewhat father figure despite him trying to be bitter towards him. Very involved with L'manburg and DreamSMP poilitics, but has taken a step back since his dad's death. Fundy also canonically misses Schlatt and wants him to be proud of him. He picked up smoking from him.

Punz - gonna be honest, I have never watched Punz.

Purpled - Enderdragon hybrid. Like Sapnap, but purple lol. Use to have a healthy rivalry with Technoblade, but doesn't talk to him anymore. A bit reserved. I don't watch him either idk if you could tell.

Wilbur - Bird hybrid, like Philza; his wings were clipped by Dream when he first began fighting for independence. Good friends with Technoblade. Wilbur was an idealistic person, and he was probably the most loyal member of L'manburg. He was so upset about the betrayals, he thought of them not as betrayals to the country, but to himself. When Schlatt took over, he began to panic. His perfect nation was being ruined, his nation, HIS nation. He thought of it as his and his alone; all those other people? They were side characters. L'manburg his unfinished symphony wasn't his anymore. It scared him. He began planning to take the country out because, well, if he can't have him, then no one can. He manipulated Tommy, making him go along with his plan, slowly becoming more insane and destructive. Deep down, Wil still loved his family, and his country, and his lost lover, but that didn't matter to him anymore. After blowing up L'manburg (the first explosion), Wilbur broke down. He realized what he had done, he'd become a bad guy; he'd worked with Dream. He asked his father to kill him. And so Philza did.

Ghostbur - Wings work again. Ghostbur pretends not to remember, he pretends that he's changed in death, but he remembers all of it. The bad memories hurt him now, more than ever, and he just can't deal with it; so he doesn't. Water makes him melt, and that includes tears. He's trying so hard to be a good person, he's trying so hard to be a good father, a good brother, a good friend. But it isn't working. He's still, though unintentionally, hurting people, and he feels so bad about it.

Schlatt - Ram hybrid. Brother to Puffy and Jordan (Sparklez). Schlatt is a smoker and an alcoholic, and a power hungry dictator. Or well, that's the persona he puts on. Schlatt, in reality (still /dsmp) genuinely does not give a fuck. He didn't care what happened, because he knew that people disliked him. He knew for a fact that he would be killed. This is why I believe he offed himself. He planned his stroke, or heart attack, the fandom doesn't seem to know which. He probably ingested some bad protein powder or poison or something, maybe he drank himself to death, maybe he OD'd and then drank, we don't know. But it seems unlikely that someone like him would let his body give out like that without a reason. Oh yeah, and he and Quackity were married at some point, but it was too short to really mean anything.

Ghlatt - Ghlatt, though still addicted to alcohol and various drugs, feels bad about being a bad person in his life. He thinks that it's a good thing he died, that the server benefited from his death, and that he shouldn't have become a ghost. He's right, of course, but I like to think that he's regained morality. Maybe now, in the afterlife, he can work on himself. Ghlatt isn't strong enough to take a physical form, so he borrows Ghostbur's occasionally.

Skeppy - Some sort of Diamond Ore man?? I think he's human. He and BBH have a thing. I don't think I've ever watched a Skeppy DreamSMP stream. Uhh Egg?? Egg. Badlands boys woo.

Eret - Herobrine is his cousin. Like. Yeah. That Herobrine. Anyways, they're a king, and they're more of an Awesomedude morally grey type character. Her only interest is survival, and I respect that. I haven't really paid much attention to him though. Their crown has bi flag colored gems on it :]

Jack Manifold - Jack Manifol! Jack Manifall~~ Jack Manifall.. off bridge!! Jack Manidrown :} OH SHIT- (i dont watch him)

Niki - Human. Wears Wilbur's old coat. Though she did go through a tough spot after Wilbur's death, she now runs a flower shop with Puffy. Dyes her hair often. I don't watch her either.

Quackity - Duck hybrid; wings were clipped upon his joining the server. His face scar was canonized :] Alex genuinely liked Schlatt, but realized he was being mistreated so he joined Pogtopia. He felt bad about it though. I don't have many headcanons for him to be honest.

Mexican Dream - ok am i the only one that wasn't into this arc?? i didn't even watch any of it. i saw him like once and was like "oh this is just a bit" and left wtf. was he important???

Karl Jacobs - Time Traveler man; human. Karl is slowly losing his memory due to his travel between timelines. The more he does it, the more he loses. I look forward to seeing this progress. Are he, Sapnap, and uhhh someone else actually engaged?? I like that headcanons :] I don't remember who the other person is though.

HBomb - Cat maid.

Technoblade - Piglin shifter. Techno is softer than he seems, and he genuinely enjoys the company of Ranboo and his friend Philza. Technoblade met Phil after saving him from wither skeletons in the Nether, making short visits to the Overworld until he built up an immunity. He likes the cold because it's the opposite of his terrible home dimension. Techno really did want to help Tommy, but their ideals clashed too much for it to work out. Very destructive anarchist. Though, he is pretty chill nowadays.

Antfrost - Cat shifter. So I lied, there are three. Uhh wizard!! I like that HC!! Wizard catboy go brrrr. In reality, I don't watch the Badland Boys often and I haven't seen any of the Egg plot so idk what's up with him lol. I like to think that before the Egg, he and Fundy were friends.

Philza - Wings were beat up during the explosion; he tried to protect Wilbur with them, but still ended up failing. He's the father to Wilbur and Tommy, with Techno being an old friend of his. He canonically really likes cobblestone. Phil tries his best to be the dad, but his morals are all over the place. Lately, he's unofficially adopted Ranboo, helping him with his uh. Issues.

Connor - Human in a Sonic onesie idk i dont watch him

Puffy - Sheep Hybrid. Sister to Schlatt and Jordan, mother to Dream. I really don't know tbh; she's everyone's adoptive mom. She's what Philza and Awesamdude wish they could be.

Vikkstar - Human. Has he?? Done anything?? Ever??

Lazarbeam - Isn't he a gingerbread man or something.

Ranboo - Half Enderman Half [REDACTED]. I dont have headcanons for him tbh I just accept his canon. May be related to XD?

Foolish Gamers - A literal god. He can revive people, but it takes one of his lives. Uhhh he's really good at building what.

Hannahxxrose - I don't watch her :[ I should though

Slimecicle - CHARLIE SLIMECICLE. Slime hybrid obviously. New to the server, very scared [/j] and confused. Doesn't know what's going on and that's ok because he's funny I like him

I got really tired of this towards the end oops

#/dsmp #/rp #tw #tw death #tw manipulation #tw suicide #tw overdose #dreamsmp #dream smp #headcanons #head canon #dream #dreamxd #drista #georgenotfound #sapnap #callahan #awesamdude #alyssa #ponk #dropsbyponk #badboyhalo #bbh #tommyinnit #tubbo #fundy #punz #purpled #wilbursoot #beet's rambles

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one chance to change your fate - chapter 3

Fandom: Sanders Sides Characters: All the sides, character!Thomas, Nico Flores, Dragon Witch (villain) Rating: Teen & up (see Warnings) Relationships: Loceit, Dukexiety, Royality, background Karrot Kings Warnings: Language, a few brief/vague allusions to sex Word count: 8157 Notes: a big BIG thank you to my awesome beta @yougoodfahm​!

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Chapter 3

“Janus?” Roman said that evening, curled up in the corner of the large window nook in his bedroom with his legs tucked under him. He stared out the wide window at the rapidly darkening sky.

“Hm?” Janus looked up from the book they were reading.

“I wonder if Patton knows how wonderful he is.” Roman sighed, looking up at the couple of twinkling pinpricks of light that had already appeared. “More wonderful than all the stars in the sky, or every flower he’s ever given me.”

To their credit, Janus did an excellent job hiding their exasperated sigh. “You could tell him that you think so,” they said, their tone a touch acidic.

Roman frowned. “You know I won’t impose on him like that.” He glanced down at the little bouquet Patton had given him, still in his hand. “Do you think he picked these for me? That maybe he thought of me, and wanted me to have flowers? Perhaps even with romantic intent?”

Janus blinked at him. “...Wh—yes? Of course? Why else—?”

“No!” Roman waved his hands at Janus in a shushing motion. “No, you can’t say that like it’s all obvious!”

They raised an eyebrow at him. “My mistake. I will stop treating basic facts like they should be taken for granted. Say, did you know there’s this thing called gravity?”

“Don’t be mean.” Roman gave a put-upon little huff. “The fun is in speculating about it, Janus.”

“What, gravity?” they asked innocently.

“You know what I mean!” Roman crossed his arms and pouted at them. “You can’t just take all the mystery away like that. Where is your sense of romance? This is no fun!”

Janus inhaled and rubbed their temples. “The deadline to find a partner on your own and be exempted from the competition is tomorrow, Roman.” They made eye contact, all their playfulness suddenly gone, their expression deadly serious. “You are out of time for fun and games.”

An icy dread crept into Roman’s chest to fill the void left by the daydreams Janus had just banished. He bit his lip. He’d been trying to avoid thinking about the deadline. “I know,” he said, voice coming out very small. “But if I ask him, I’ll always be afraid he wouldn’t mean the yes.” He fiddled with a thread hanging off the end of the ribbon on the bouquet, avoiding the gaze Janus was pinning him down with; he was afraid that if he looked at their face he wouldn’t be able to hold back the sudden urge to cry.

See, it was easy to believe Patton liked him back when they were face-to-face, laughing and finding a million things to talk about and a million stories to tell each other, and when Patton would shyly press a flower or even a whole bouquet into his hands every time he saw him, leaning close like he was reluctant to pull away from where his fingertips brushed Roman’s.

But it was just as easy, when Roman was alone, to persuade himself that he surely must be misinterpreting all of that, because neither of them had ever said anything about it. To decide that he would be a terrible person if he ever tried to take things further. What if Patton felt like he couldn’t say no? Roman had to leave it up to him.

So he hadn’t told Patton about the deadline. That would feel too much like pressuring him. Sure, maybe Janus would say it was a stupid plan—and Remus probably would too, and Logan, and maybe they’d be right—but Roman had felt certain, when he decided some weeks ago not to tell Patton, that he would somehow just know anyway that it was time and come flying to Roman’s rescue with a love confession. Stories always had happy endings like that. And there was still time for Patton to say something. All hope was not lost. One more day. There was still time.

It was just so very little time. And the hope was going with it.

So Roman had been trying hard not to think about it, even a tiny bit, because if this didn’t work it would be his own fault. If Janus decided that now was a good time to snap at him about the contest, Roman wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop crying.

But so far, Janus hadn’t replied; they’d been awfully silent as Roman picked the end of the blue ribbon to pieces.

Roman dared a glance at them. They were still staring at him so hard they could probably see into the deepest, best-hidden corners of his soul, but their terrifying serious expression had softened into a thoughtful one, a tiny crease visible between their eyebrows. Worried, but trying to hide it.

After another beat, they rose from their chair, setting their book down. They crossed the room and sat next to him in the window seat. “Roman.” They were still staring right into his eyes, leaving him feeling as open and readable as a book. He wasn’t sure how they managed to make their voice so soft and kind and yet so scolding all at the same time. “You are not difficult to love.”

Roman blinked once and turned his face to gaze out the window. “I didn’t say that.” He watched Janus out of the corner of his eye, pretending to focus on the rising moon.

Janus scoffed and gave him a shrewd look. “Don’t pull that on me. You meant it, loud and clear.”

Roman sighed, his shoulders slumping. He traced little patterns back and forth on one of the glass panes, so cold with the oncoming night that it was almost uncomfortable to touch, and Janus didn’t even say anything about him smudging it. For a moment, he couldn’t muster the will to force his response out of his mouth, the fear that Janus might agree with him twisting his stomach uncomfortably.

But not saying it would be worse. He knew that. When he had a thought that made his stomach feel like it was shrinking inward and taking the rest of him with it, he knew he had to talk it out, or it would eat him up.

That didn’t mean he hated admitting to it any less.

Roman took a deep, measured breath in. “Dad and Papi pay you to be my friend, Janus,” he whispered.

Janus was quiet for a moment, the silence too loud against Roman’s thudding heart. He dared a glance at them.

They raised their eyebrows, the corner of their mouth lifting in a challenging smirk. “So… you’re saying you think I can be bought? Is that it? Is that what you think of me?” they demanded, tone not quite playful but headed that way.

“Wh—no! Of course not! I just—” Roman began indignantly, then realized he couldn’t think of a way to end the sentence that would leave him with a leg to stand on.

Janus nodded, seeing the realization on his face. “You think money would be enough to compel me to let you cry your princely tears and snot all over my shoulder every other week?” they continued, still smirking. “Do you think I would tell embarrassing stories about my childhood to just anyone, as long as they dropped some cash? Do you really?” They poked at him teasingly, which was something they’d definitely picked up from Remus no matter how often they denied it. “Ah, yes, you’ve uncovered my evil plot to be a person who tricks others into thinking I’m their friend, whatever will I do?”

Roman snickered in spite of himself. “You don’t have to make it sound so ridiculous…”

“If I am not dramatic about everything for every single second, I will die,” Janus said with a straight face. “But that’s beside the point. Roman, your fathers don’t pay me to be your friend. Do you honestly think I would stand for that? They pay me to clean up after you and to make sure I feel comfortable calling you out on your many and various kinds of bullshit.” They nudged him gently, voice softening from its previous playful tease to something more genuine. “I'm your friend on my own time.”

A warm feeling settled in his chest. Still, Roman hesitated, just a little. “You’re sure?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m sure. Do you think I would have stuck around for eight years if I didn’t genuinely enjoy your company?” Janus put a hand on his shoulder, watching his face to make sure he was listening. “Roman, you’re funny, and thoughtful, and sweet and clever. And you’re also overthinking. You are not difficult to love. Understand?”

Listening to Janus reassure him was one thing. Being made to verbally agree with them was quite another. But Janus had their most stubborn expression on, and Roman had yet to win a fight with them when they dug their heels in. Roman pulled a face. “Fine,” he mumbled, rather than draw it out.

Janus nodded and didn’t push it. “Why am I the emotionally stable one between the two of us?” they demanded under their breath, shaking their head.

Roman couldn’t help but giggle at that. He leaned on Janus comfortably, staring out the window at the stars; an unspoken thank you. They wrapped an arm around his shoulders in response; you’re welcome.

“Do you like anyone, Janus?” he inquired curiously after a moment.

Janus quirked an eyebrow. “Maybe. Maybe not. I’m not telling.”

“No fair! I tell you all about Patton!”

“Yes, and I have told you many times that it’s incredibly weird to hear someone talk that way about my brother. But that’s your decision. This is mine.” Janus smiled to themself. “You’ll just have to try and figure out who it is for yourself.”

“There is someone, then?” Roman said triumphantly, brushing past the rest of Janus’s words.

“Did I say that?” Janus asked, blinking wide and innocent.

Roman waved his hand. “I mean, basically you did.”

“Hm. I don’t know.” Janus gave a prim smile and folded their hands in their lap. “Perhaps you’re imagining things.”

“Janus!” Roman pouted.

Janus chuckled. “Fine. Fine. There is someone. I won’t tell you who, though. Patton knows, but he’s under strict orders not to tell you, so don’t bother trying him.”

“Is it someone you both know, then?”

Janus shrugged, examining their fingernails. “Perhaps.”

“That’s so cute!” Roman squealed, bouncing in his seat. “Why didn’t you tell me? Is it someone from your childhood, if you both know them? Do they visit your bakery?”

Janus’s hand rose to their lips to cover a bashful smile, and Roman decided he was delighted by this new side of them he’d suddenly unlocked. “Sometimes he does,” they allowed. “He even helps out sometimes, if it’s a very busy day and I have to be baking when he visits.”

“What’s he look like?” Roman demanded. “Is he cute?”

Janus shook their head, still grinning. “Nice try. You aren’t getting any more details out of me.”

“Why not?” Roman whined.

Janus paused, considering this. “Because it’s more fun this way,” they said, reaching over and tapping the tip of Roman’s short nose. “No more questions about that tonight, now.”

There was a knock on the door, and Logan poked his head in. “Dinner’s ready—I sent a message to your fathers that you’d take it in here tonight. Based on the number of people I’ve sent away today, I’m positive that between here and your family dining room there are at least four people lying in wait who’d love to accost you and drag you into more preparations. Better to not give them the opportunity.”

Roman nodded. Logan was right; the best way to ensure having enough privacy to relax right now was to stay in the princes’ shared suite. “Will Papi and Dad come visit us later?” he asked. Dinner was normally the one time of day he could count on spending time with his fathers in a private, relaxed setting; he didn’t mind changing the schedule, but he didn’t want to miss his parents’ company for the entire evening.

Logan nodded. “They said around half past nine.”

“That’s fine, then,” Roman agreed, and he and Janus followed Logan out to the sitting room, where Remus was eating fruit with his fingers off a tray at the end of a laden table.

“You were taking too long,” he said through a mouthful of cantaloupe, shrugging, in response to the scolding look Logan gave him.

Logan sighed. “Go wash your hands.”

“Why?”

“Because you have fruit juices all over them, Remus.” Logan crossed his arms. “And you are sticky.”

“You never let me do anything fun.” Remus pouted, but left to wash up.

As the food was served, Roman waited impatiently for Remus to come back. When he finally reemerged, displaying his hands dramatically to Logan, Roman scarcely waited for Remus to reach the table before bursting out, “Janus has a boyfriend!”

“What?” Remus dropped the fork he’d just picked up.

Logan raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” He glanced between Roman and Janus, looking bemused.

“When did I say that?” Janus demanded at the same time as the other two spoke, sounding exasperated.

“Okay, fine, you never said if he was actually your boyfriend or not. But you said you have a crush, at least.” Roman crossed his arms. “You have a someone.”

“Wait, really?” Remus asked, sounding delighted.

Janus sighed. “I regret every single one of my life decisions leading to this moment,” they announced.

“They won’t tell me, like, anything about him, but I think he must be a friend of theirs from their home,” Roman explained between bites.

Logan raised his eyebrows and nodded to himself, seeming more at ease with the situation now.

Remus leaned forward eagerly. “What’s he like?”

“That is, oh wait, let me think about it, none of your business,” Janus said sweetly.

“Is he cute?” Remus pressed.

“Yes, Janus, tell us, is he handsome?” Logan, who seemed very amused for some reason, asked. Roman hadn’t taken him for the type to enjoy teasing people about their crushes, but he supposed the subject had never come up before, so he probably shouldn’t be surprised.

Janus shot Logan an exasperated look. “I certainly think so. Let’s retire this topic of conversation now.”

“No, you can’t just—” Remus began.

“I can and I will.” Janus lifted a bite of food to their mouth and chewed primly.

“What’s your favorite feature of his?” Logan inquired, smirking. “His hair? His eyes?”

Janus rolled their eyes, their expression more tart than the raw cranberry Remus had once tricked Roman into taking a bite of. “His brain—when he uses it. I said I was done talking about him.”

Logan only chuckled. “How did you meet him?”

Janus stabbed their fork into their food. “Through a… mutual acquaintance,” they said with a resigned sigh.

“What’s your favorite thing to do with him?” Logan inquired, his eyes alight with a mischief Roman had rarely seen in him before.

Janus raised their eyebrows. “That is certainly not an appropriate topic of conversation for the dinner table.”

Logan stifled a laugh. “What do you think his favorite thing about you is?”

Janus hesitated. “I’m sure I couldn’t say, you’d have to ask him.”

“Are you in love?” Logan asked. By now he was full-on grinning, his tone a teasing singsong lilt.

“I don’t think this game is fair,” Janus said, a slight pout forming on their face. “Fine, I’m madly in love. Is that what you want to hear? Stop teasing, you’re being mean.” Their voice took on a put-upon whine Roman had never heard from them before.

For some reason, Logan only smirked harder, not seeming bothered by Janus’s accusation in the least.

Well, that wouldn’t stand at all. Roman had really thought Logan was more mature than the rest of them about things like this.

“Logan,” Roman butted in.

Janus started, and they and Logan both looked over at Roman. Janus looked bewildered by the interruption, almost as if they’d forgotten Roman was there.

“I won’t have you treating Janus like this!” Roman went on. “They’re right, it’s rude and uncalled for.”

Logan blinked several times, glancing back and forth between Janus and Roman. “Ah. You’re quite right,” he said in a very different tone. He adjusted his cravat. “Apologies, I forgot myself for a moment.”

Roman shook his head. “Don’t apologize to me, apologize to Janus!”

Logan blinked again, once. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. “Of course,” he said, turning to Janus. “Janus. If I have caused you distress of any sort, I offer you my most sincere apologies.” He held their gaze, an intense expression on his face that Roman couldn’t parse the meaning of—but his tone had seemed sincere enough, so Roman supposed it was alright.

Janus seemed halfway between annoyed and amused. “Oh, you insufferable—” they began, then cut themself off, shaking their head. “You’re forgiven. And they say I’m the more dramatic between us.”

“Objectively, you are, without question,” Logan said with a shrug, turning his attention back to his plate.

Janus gasped, clutching their heart. “You take that back this instant!”  they cried.

Logan chuckled, gesturing at them with his fork. “I rest my case. Also, I could compile data into graphs demonstrating the proof behind my point. Don’t argue. I will win.”

“You can’t,” Janus said, smirking.

“Wh—yes, I can,” Logan protested. “Did you not hear what I just said?”

Janus put a bite of food in their mouth and took their time chewing it, mirth showing in their eyes as they watched Logan wait impatiently for their response.

At last, Janus swallowed. “‘Dramatic’ is a subjective term,” they said, setting down their fork with a pointed clink. “You can’t prove something based on a subjective judgement made by a biased party. Which you are. Which everyone in this room is, and more generally everyone who knows enough about us to make an evaluation is. Ergo, all your precious graphs would be rendered null and void before you even made them. I win.” They smiled sweetly at him and picked up their fork again.

Roman gave Janus a quiet round of applause, beaming.

Logan frowned. “I think you’ll find that my criteria for assessing levels of drama are fair.”

“Can’t be fair if you have a stake in the game,” Janus singsonged, taking another bite and making a show of just how delectable it was.

“But that’s not necessarily always—” Logan persisted.

“Besides,” Janus interrupted, sounding bored, “we both know I’ll just deny whatever results you come up with. So I’ll win anyway, without doing any of that nasty hard work you’re talking about.”

Logan sighed, a sharp short noise of frustration. “I hate it when you do that.”

“Yes, I’ve noticed,” Janus told him with a smirk.

They both left off the argument, seeming to have reached something of a stalemate—Roman knew Janus would insist that they’d won, and he’d back them, but Logan would doubtless insist that no such event had taken place.

Dinner progressed, with cheerful banter back and forth between the twins and the occasional interjection from Logan or Janus. After they’d finished their meals and servants came in to clear the table, the four of them moved to the area around the fireplace. Roman, Remus, and Janus began a jigsaw puzzle, while Logan sat next to Janus and pulled out his sketchbook again. Roman couldn’t really see from the angle he was at, but it looked like Logan was sketching a person’s face.

“So Janus,” Logan said after a few moments of silence, his voice brimming with amusement, “this boyfriend of yours—”

“Oh, my god, will you shut up about it?” Janus exclaimed, half-laughing, flinging down the puzzle piece they had been holding and hiding their face in their hands. “I literally cannot get you back!”

Logan grinned. “Yes, I’m well aware of that.” He was silent for a moment, and Roman saw Janus begin to relax.

Logan leaned a little closer, smirking mercilessly. “So,” he said, almost in Janus’s ear, making them jump, “would you say he’s more handsome or sexy?”

Remus burst into poorly stifled snickers as Janus let out a wordless whine of protest.

“Well?” Logan pressed innocently.

“You… are evil,” Janus said, their whole face flushed red.

Logan only chuckled, sitting back and looking very pleased with himself as he picked up his sketchbook once again.

Roman was torn; on the one hand, he seemed to have accidentally given Logan new fuel for the ongoing rivalry he had with Janus. Roman, of course, was firmly on Janus’s side; it would be of the utmost dishonor to be anything else, and he was nothing if not a loyal friend. Seeing as this was, sort of, his fault, perhaps he ought to do something to intervene on Janus’s behalf.

On the other hand, Logan was funny.

Roman struggled with these compelling and weighty moral arguments for all of thirty seconds, until a brilliant compromise struck him: as long as Janus seemed to be taking Logan’s teasing in good fun, Roman could enjoy the amusement without feeling bad about it. That seemed fair.

“Ha!” Remus cried, fitting in the final edge piece. “Do you think we can finish this before Dad and Papi get here?”

“Oh, definitely,” Roman said, turning his attention back to the puzzle.

***

“Your Grace?”

Virgil, seated on the chair xe’d dragged out onto their balcony, looked up. “Yes?”

The butler—hold up, the butler? What was he doing up here?—inclined his head. “Dinner will be served in a quarter hour.”

“Alright…” Virgil said warily. “Why are you… telling me?” Xe knew perfectly well what time dinner was, and normally the only person who’d remind them was maybe xyr valet, and only if they were running late. Xe hardly ever spoke to their family’s head butler—they frankly weren’t sure if the man had ever been in xyr room before.

“Your parents, the Duke and Duchess, specially request your presence,” was the only answer they got before the butler was gone, almost as silently as he’d appeared.

Virgil heaved a sigh, and, chewing on the inside of their lip, turned back to stare out over the rooftops of the city. So much for trying to spend the next few minutes finishing the lyrics they’d been working on all afternoon as they watched the sun set. Time to spend them silently panicking as they watched the sun set instead.

Virgil took stock of their outfit; xe was wearing a loose purple silk blouse and plain black pants. Should they dress more formally to appease their parents? Was something going on? Had xe done something wrong? They decided to add a waistcoat; the black brocade one was always a safe bet. Xe glanced at xemself in the large mirror; their makeup wasn’t too smudged and xyr straight black hair, just long enough to get in their eyes, looked alright too.

The waiting soon became unbearable. Virgil knew it was inconvenient for the servants who prepared the room for each meal, but xe couldn’t stand to pace around their room any longer, so xe showed up at the dining room five minutes early.

“Sorry, Daisy,” they mumbled to the maid placing wine glasses at each place; she nodded without looking up. Virgil took a seat on one of the extra, mostly-decorative chairs placed at intervals against the walls of the sumptuous pale-green-cream-and-gold room so they wouldn’t be in the way, and proceeded to pretend they weren’t biting their nails until xyr parents arrived.

“Virgil, darling,” xyr mother greeted warmly as she swept into the room on the arm of her husband. Her eyes lingered on them, clearly registering the way their dark clothes were so out of place in the elegant pastel room, but choosing not to comment—she never did. Virgil always knew when she noticed, though, no matter if she tried to hide it. “Lovely to see you.”

“Hi, Mom,” Virgil said, moving to xyr chair at the table. “Dad.”

Their father, whose velvet dinner jacket was exactly the same shade of green as the walls, nodded at them as he took his own seat. “Good evening, child.”

Virgil watched their parents warily as dinner was served. Most of the time, now that Virgil was an adult, xyr parents were happy to live separate lives from Virgil while technically being under the same roof; they only really saw each other at dinner. Virgil had no idea why they would suddenly make such a point of insisting on xyr company the one time of day they were already going to see Virgil. Seriously, had xe done something wrong? Had someone, like, died, or something? What could be so important?

But their parents seemed to be in no hurry to bring up whatever it was. Instead, they spent the first course making the most awkward small talk Virgil had endured in recent memory. Virgil did not appreciate it, wishing they would cut to the chase so xe could stop wondering.

It wasn’t until they were almost through the main course that xyr father set his fork down, clearing his throat, and Virgil, who had just been beginning to relax in spite of themself, snapped to instant attention.

“Virgil,” he said, his friendliness just a touch too over-the-top, “you’re interested in men, romantically speaking, yes?”

“I—” Where was this going? This had to be a trap in some way. “Yes?” Virgil said when they couldn’t think of a reason not to answer, twisting their napkin in their hands. Xyr parents knew this. It wasn’t like this was news.

“Excellent! Good, good, very good. That’s wonderful,” their father said, beaming so hard it showed through his tremendous mustache. “I’m so happy to hear that.”

“...Why?” Virgil asked, though they could already tell they really didn’t want to know.

“Well, we’ve had some wonderful news,” xyr mother said, placing her hand over their father’s. “A royal messenger from the Kingdom of Flores arrived in town today with a public announcement—I’m sure you’ve heard of their twin princes?”

Nope. Nope, nope, nope. Asking about romantic prospects, and then mentioning strangers with high social standing? Red alert. This had better not be going anywhere near where Virgil thought it was going. They had had more than enough of all the elaborate parties xyr parents insisted on dragging them to. “I mean, I guess.” They chewed on their thumbnail.

“They’ve come of age, and to celebrate, the kings have announced a contest for each of their hands in marriage!” Their mother beamed at them.

That… had admittedly not been where Virgil had thought this was going.

It was much worse.

Sure, they hadn’t had a concrete idea of what xyr mother was about to say, but they’d assumed it would be about some sort of party or other social event. A one-time thing. Certainly with no marriage. Who did that kind of stuff anymore?

“I’m not interested,” Virgil said quickly.

“Nonsense, you don’t mean that,” xyr father said with a chuckle. “I mean, come on now, Virgil, a prince? I mean, I’ve heard they’re supposed to be very charismatic. In a good way! Here, look, they gave us portraits of them—aren’t they handsome?” He beckoned without looking, and a footman stepped forward, with two miniature portraits in his hands, which he passed to Virgil.

The portraits were designed to match each other in a mirrored way—really playing on the whole “twins” thing. Both of the princes had warm golden-brown skin, dark brown eyes with monolid eyelids, and jet-black hair. Despite being identical twins, they displayed very different styles in the paintings.

The prince with the red background was cleanshaven and had long hair, reaching a little bit past his shoulders; it was loose in the portrait, held out of his face with a pair of rectangular gold clips decorated with rubies. He wore a tight red shirt with a cowl neck and a subtle, swirling gold filigree design woven into the fabric. His lips were painted a striking bright red, echoing the red-and-gold blended eyeshadow on his upper eyelids; he had sharply winged black eyeliner, and tiny ruby earrings.

“That’s Prince Roman, and this one is Prince Remus,” the footman said over Virgil’s shoulder, indicating the red prince and green prince in turn. Virgil turned xyr attention to Remus’s portrait.

He had a green background on his portrait to match Roman’s red. His hair was worn in an undercut, shaved close to his head on the sides but with the top kept about long enough to reach down to his ears. It was combed back and to the left in the portrait, but maintained volume instead of being slicked to his head. He was wearing a silver turtleneck with a dark forest green vest over it, emerald earrings larger than those of his brother, and had dark green lipstick and black eyeshadow. He also had a slim, straight moustache and a sharply triangular goatee.

The princes were both kind of cute. In any other circumstance, Virgil might even be inclined to admit they were cute. But now was not the time to let xyr parents win even an inch of ground. Xe held back a sigh of irritation and looked up from the portraits. If they handled this just right, maybe xe could talk xyr parents out of this stupid idea. They’d thought xyr parents were finally over the whole find-a-partner thing, and now they pulled this? This was so much worse than they’d ever been before. “They look alright, or whatever, I guess.” Virgil rolled their eyes for emphasis. “I mean, they’re princes, they have loads to spend on clothes and stylists, especially for portraits. What did you expect? Anyway, how they look doesn’t tell me anything about if I’d be interested in them.” Xe crossed xyr arms.

“I mean, I think it’s safe to say their looks don’t hurt, though, isn’t that right?” xyr father said in a teasing tone that was probably supposed to draw Virgil out of their shell to laugh and agree with him. What it actually achieved was… not that.

Virgil bit back the annoyed retort that rose to their lips. Instead, in a clipped tone, they said, “No, I really don’t care about them either way. And I don’t want to participate.”

Their father chuckled, and to his credit it only sounded a little forced. “Oh, come on, don’t be shy. Besides,” he pressed on, speaking over Virgil’s irritated groan, “it will do you good to get out of the house! I mean, surely you don’t intend to keep living with your mother and I, while avoiding every social function you could find your own spouse at, forever?”

That was, actually, more or less Virgil’s plan. They were trying to start up a career as a musician, not that xyr parents knew about that. If they were to find out, Virgil knew exactly how it would go; it would be something along the lines of oh, Virgil, how wonderful! Why, we know just the person to mentor you! And then they’d be bundled off to learn how to play the harp at parties, or something equally dull, before xe could get a word in edgewise. A career their parents would approve of. One that would pay well. And one that would take away everything Virgil loved about music.

Virgil didn’t want to be the sort of musician that went around playing delicate little tunes for nobility. That wasn’t xyr style at all. Even if they did feel the occasional pang of regret for how easy it would be, compared to what xe really wanted to do with xyr life.

No, Virgil wanted to be one of those performers that sang songs filled with raw emotion at the top of their lungs to crowds of people reflecting those emotions right back at them. The sort of performer whose concerts Virgil had grown up sneaking out of the house to attend, having the time of xyr life and not coming home until the sun was threatening to peek over the horizon. Virgil wanted that. And xyr parents would hate it if they knew. Their child, a musician who performed for commoners? Unthinkable!

But Virgil was sure it would be worth the effort. Probably. As sure as Virgil ever was of anything, what with their tendency to overthink. They wanted this so badly, more than any life xyr parents would plan out for them; it felt right.

But if sneaking out to attend concerts was hard, sneaking out to perform in one was triply so; it required so much more planning ahead. It was a lot easier for Virgil to tell themself the concerts would come later, and stay in the house all day writing lyrics and music. Their parents were a lot less likely to find out about that, too. So, partly because of obstacles and partly because of not always trying hard enough, Virgil had only been able to perform in a couple of shows so far. Launching a career in music was a lot harder than it had seemed when Virgil was twelve. But someday it would all pay off. Xe hoped.

Point being, they had more important things on their mind than romance right now, and they wanted nothing to do with the types of circles xyr parents frequented. This weird contest thing in an entirely different country was the last thing xe needed.

“I don’t want to participate,” Virgil said, putting emphasis on each individual word and all but biting their tongue to keep their tone even vaguely civil. “Thank you anyway.”

“Why don’t you take a little time to think about it? I’m sure you’ll come around,” their father said.

Virgil took a sharp, annoyed breath, clenching a fist in the fabric of the napkin in xyr hands. “Thanks, but no,” xe insisted, trying to keep a level tone.

“Come on, now,” their father persisted. “Just think about it! It would be such a good opportu—”

“Are you not, like, hearing any of the things I’m saying?” Virgil demanded, slamming a hand on the table and making the crystal glasses rattle. “I am thinking about it! I don’t want to do it! End of discussion!”

“I’m sure if you just give it a little reflection, you’ll see the merits of the idea,” xyr father said bullheadedly, crossing his arms.

“Anyway, we sent a message back straight away signing you up for the competition, signed with our family’s official seal,” Virgil’s mother picked up quickly, clapping her hands like this was somehow good news.

“Wait, what?” Virgil scrambled to their feet so fast xyr chair fell over.

“So it’s all been settled and finalized by this point,” she went on. “The kings will be receiving your name shortly. No backing out! I’m sure it will be a wonderful opportunity for you! You’ll do so well.”

Virgil looked back and forth between their beaming parents in silent horror, coming to several rapid realizations.

The thing about their parents was that they had spent twenty years dealing with Virgil’s extreme antipathy to almost every social situation imaginable. At this point, they tended to have a good idea of what they could and couldn’t get Virgil to do. Often this would involve some sort of compromise in an attempt to get Virgil to willingly cooperate.

But tonight? Tonight their parents hadn’t made more than the barest, most token attempt to get xem on board with the idea.

And that meant that they must be certain there was no way Virgil could duck out.

Virgil was so fucked.

***

When they were dismissed for the night, Janus and Logan barely made it past the first corner in the hallway leading away from the princes’ rooms before Janus grabbed the lapels of Logan’s suit coat and pulled him in for an intense, frazzled kiss. “You tease me,” they breathed, peppering kisses all over his face, “so much,” pressing another kiss to his lips and pulling away almost before he could kiss back, “and it’s hot.”

Logan reached up to cradle the back of Janus’s head in his hand as they finally stilled, resting their forehead against his and gazing hungrily into his eyes. “I can’t tell if this is praise or a reprimand,” he said, smiling.

Janus made a noise halfway between frustration and amusement. “I don’t know,” they said, bending down for a slower, more collected kiss.

“Hmm,” Logan hummed, nuzzling their noses together. “Perhaps I’d better not do it anymore, then,” he teased.

Janus flushed. “I did not say that.”

Logan smiled and pressed a kiss to the tip of Janus’s narrow nose. “Very well, love. Let’s go home now? I’m tired.” Acknowledging it made the stress of the day fully crash into him, and he sagged just slightly against them.

Janus buried their face in his hair. “Tea and a nice fire?” they suggested, tone shifting from flirtatious to warm as they gauged his mood.

“That sounds wonderful,” Logan agreed.

Janus nodded once, firmly, and straightened. “Well, let’s be off, then,” they said, offering him their hand. The two made their way through the halls in comfortable silence.

Janus touched Logan’s shoulder as they entered Logan’s rooms, stopping him as he headed towards the kitchen area.

“Hm?” Logan inquired, pausing to give them his attention.

Janus slid their hands up Logan’s chest with a feather-light touch. “Take a moment to relax,” they murmured, slipping their hands under the lapels of his coat and rubbing tiny, firm circles on his shoulders before pushing the coat right off his shoulders with fussy little patting motions.

“I can’t tell if I’m being seduced or cared for,” Logan said with a chuckle.

“You say that like I’m not perfectly capable of doing both at once, darling.” Janus moved behind him, tugged his coat all the way off, and went to carefully drape it over the back of a chair, then came back to him. They took each of his hands in turn and undid the tight buttons on the cuffs of his sleeves, then tugged him close by his cravat with a sly smirk, only to press the softest of kisses to his lips as they undid the cravat with well-practiced fingers, leaving it draped around his neck like a scarf.

“You’re always so done up at work,” Janus scolded, beginning to undo the double row of delicately carved buttons on Logan’s waistcoat with a touch much gentler than their tone. “I don’t know how you manage to even breathe in all this; it’s so formal.”

Logan reached for the buttons to try and help, but they batted his hands away. “No, stop that, I’m fussing over you right now. You hold still.”

Logan obliged, smiling to himself as Janus leaned in and pressed a tiny kiss to the corner of his jaw. They were both silent for a beat; then, in response to Janus’s previous statement, Logan said mildly, “Well, we do work for the royal family. I feel that certain standards of professionalism in my attire are appropriate.”

“You just like that they’ll let you have velvet suits that you don’t have to pay for,” Janus accused, smirking.

“Perhaps,” Logan allowed. The kings gave him and Janus each an allowance specifically for their wardrobes; it was only practical, in his eyes, to take full advantage of it. “Besides,” he added slyly, “you seem to like them.”

Janus rolled their eyes, cheeks flushing pale pink, finishing one row of buttons and beginning on the next. “I like you. I like how confident you get in the clothes you like best.” They paused, biting their lip. “I will allow that it is a nice coincidence that you like suits so much, though.”

“A very nice one,” Logan echoed, teasing.

Janus huffed, smiling in spite of themself. “I could do with fewer buttons on these damn things, though,” they added, still undoing the tiny buttons on Logan’s waistcoat. They’d gotten the hang of it now, though, and were working their way through this row much quicker.

Logan smirked as the final button came undone and the waistcoat hung more loosely about him. “I don’t know. As I recall, you’re quite talented at unbuttoning my—”

“Oh, shut up,” Janus said, giggling. They nudged the waistcoat off his shoulders and set it down with the coat, then came back and clasped both his hands in theirs. They leaned down till their breath ghosted across his lips and waited for him to close the gap.

Close it he did, and they kissed him gentle and sweet, rubbing their thumbs back and forth along the backs of his hands.

“You work too hard,” they murmured, resting their forehead against his, their eyes still closed. “Nobody even wants this stupid contest to be happening. You can let other people do the work. Nobody will mind if it’s poorly done, and Remus certainly won’t fault you. And then you’ll be less tired and more happy.”

“I do not think I am physically capable of intentionally neglecting my duties,” Logan said. “But I appreciate the sentiment.”

Janus sighed, opening their eyes. “I knew you’d say something dreadfully sensible like that.” They caressed his cheek, then drew back to undo the top two buttons of his shirt and mess with his collar until they liked the way it draped open. “There. Now you should be more comfortable and less stuffy.”

“Are you certain this wasn’t a ploy to divest me of the greater part of my outfit?” Logan teased, though he appreciated it. They were right; he was much more comfortable in his loosened shirtsleeves than he’d been five minutes ago.

“Don’t be ridiculous, that’s only an added benefit,” Janus responded in a similar tone, pressing the tiniest peck of a kiss to his cheek and whisking themself away to the little kitchen nook. They went about preparing a pot of chamomile in the little kitchen and pulled out the matching floral mugs.

Logan, meanwhile, roughly chopped up some apples (his favorite) and pears (Janus’s). Janus shot him an exasperated look when they noticed what he was doing.

“I told you you need to stop working, and now this?” They flung their hands in the air.

“Do you not want roasted pears?” Logan raised his eyebrows, sprinkling cinnamon over the fruit.

“I didn’t say that,” Janus said, quickly enough to make Logan chuckle. “I just meant you don’t have to,” they added, sulky now.

“I want to, love. It’s fine.” Logan spread the fruit out in a pan and placed it to cook on the fire, which, thanks to the palace staff, had already been merrily crackling in the hearth by the time they arrived home.

Janus wrinkled their nose at him, but accepted his word, picking up the teapot and filling the mugs. “Do you want to read to me?” they asked, drizzling honey into the tea.

Logan couldn’t help but smile; he loved reading aloud and found it soothing. Janus was always so perceptive when it came to his wants. “Yes, please.”

Janus moved to the bookshelf and ran their fingers lightly along the spines, browsing titles. “I like this one,” they announced, pulling out one of the poetry collections—a well-worn volume he’d read to them often, full of poems about the little joys of the everyday. “It’s my favorite.”

Logan crossed the room to stand beside them. “You just say that because you know I like it,” he accused, resting a hand on their waist.

“Maybe so.” Janus glanced at him. “I like things that make you happy, is that such a crime?”

Logan half smiled. “I suppose not. I don’t mind reading something else, though.”

Janus shook their head. “No, I really do like this one. And I like that you like it so much. I want this one.”

“It’s a very good one, then,” Logan said, accepting the book and moving to place it on the sidetable by the loveseat.

Logan tested one of the apples with a fork and pulled the pan off the fire when he found it was soft. He transferred the cooked fruit to a plate and set it down on the sidetable as well, just as Janus brought the mugs of tea over.

“Do you want to take your hair out?” Logan inquired, carrying the empty pan to the counter and setting it down to cool.

Janus reached up and felt at their hair, still pinned up. “Oh. That’s a good idea, yes,” they said. They glanced at him from under their lashes. “Do you want to help?”

Logan smiled. “I would be delighted.” He sat on the loveseat, positioned at the perfect distance from the fire in the hearth, and patted the spot next to him.

Janus nodded, but disappeared into the bedroom; they reemerged only a moment later with their hairbrush and came to sit beside him.

Logan removed the pins holding their hair up one at a time, collecting them in his right hand and setting them down on the ever-more-crowded sidetable when he’d satisfied himself that they were all removed. Janus’s hair, usually so straight, fell about their shoulders with just the slightest curl from being twisted up all day.

Logan pressed a kiss to the nape of Janus’s neck and picked up the hairbrush, gathering their hair in his hands. He started at the ends and gently worked his way up, brushing their hair in longer and longer strokes and carefully coaxing out the few tangles that had managed to accumulate over the day, until he was at last brushing out the full length of their hair in smooth, even strokes; their hair gleamed in the firelight, the highlights it drew out reminiscent of burnished brass.

At last Logan set the brush down, draping Janus’s hair over one of their shoulders and leaning around on their other side to press a kiss to their cheek. “Absolutely beautiful,” he whispered.

That earned him a startled giggle. Janus looked so unguarded, their hair all soft and shiny and their shoulders relaxed. They were always the most precious thing Logan could imagine, of course, but he had to admit that he was particularly fond of the way they became so comfortable and open when it was just the two of them like this.

“Turn around,” Janus said suddenly, turning themself as they spoke so that they were facing him. They tugged at his shoulder to guide him, gentle yet insistent.

Logan followed their lead and turned so that now they were behind him and he was almost directly facing the arm of the loveseat. “Why?” he inquired.

Janus placed their hands on his shoulders, grip firm, and he relaxed into their touch, tension that he hadn’t even realized was there beginning to melt away.

He could hear the pleased smirk in Janus’s voice, even if he couldn’t see their face. “You like when I do this, that’s why.” They began massaging his shoulders, coaxing the tension out of his muscles.

Logan closed his eyes. “Thank you.”

Janus hummed in response, working their way up and down his back; after a few minutes, when they’d satisfied themself that he was properly relaxed, their hands slowed to a stop, resting on each of his shoulder blades.

Logan shifted so that his back was no longer to them, pulling them close and pressing a kiss to their forehead.

Janus smiled in response, leaning against him comfortably. “May I have some tea, darling?” they inquired.

Logan nodded. “Of course.” He passed them one of the mugs and picked up the other for himself, cradling it in his hands and taking slow sips.

After a moment, Janus set their mug down on the ground at the foot of the sofa—within easy reach—and lay down, resting their head in Logan’s lap.

“Read to me?” they asked softly.

Logan smiled, reaching for the book; with his other hand, he picked up the fork and speared a piece of roasted pear on it. He fed it to Janus, who’d obligingly closed their eyes and opened their mouth, before selecting a chunk of apple for himself and opening the book to a random poem.

As Logan alternately read aloud and fed the roasted fruit to himself and Janus, he felt himself relaxing still further. The day had certainly been a stressful one, as tomorrow was bound to be. And yet…

He turned a page and reached down to caress Janus’s face, tucking a strand of hair behind their ear; they scrunched up their face and smiled, turning their head slightly to nuzzle his palm. Logan felt a pang of affection in his chest so strong it was nearly physical. He rubbed his knuckles back and forth along their cheek.

Logan would gladly put up with all the stress in the world for moments like this.

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per sempre tuo (M) | IkeVamp Leonardo

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Leonardo da Vinci/Fem!Reader 

Rating: Explicit/18+/NSFW

Word Count: 4400

Summary: Your lover has many different sides, and you adore every single one of them.

per sempre tuo: forever yours

a/n: Finally. This is just some unnecessarily long fluffy smut to cope with finishing his route. Yes, I did listen to Italian music for this and yes, I did cry at some of the lyrics. I recommend the first 2 (A Te and Magnolia) if you wanna give it a listen~ AND, for Thirst Purposes, I’ve installed a reading nook in Leonardo’s room.

I had a tough time with the title, trying to pick which was more appropriate, per sempre tuo or tuo per sempre, but I went with the former...

(warnings/tags under the cut)

Warnings/Tags: explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, no plot, extreme cheesiness, some minor spoilers for Leo’s route

You’re not sure what wakes you–the gentle thrum of the rain outside the windows, or the familiar, sweet scent wafting over to you.

Slipping out from underneath the comforting mantle of slumber, you shiver and curl up sleepily.  

Or maybe it was the cold, the hint of autumn chill brushing warm skin as you turn over with a groan to find your usual bedmate missing. With a quick search of the disorderly room, you blink at the way your head throbs and squint at Leonardo. He’s curled up in his little reading nook, with the window cracked open, and you watch as he–cigarillo held between sanguine smudged fingers–sucks in a mouthful of smoke. It spills from his lips in slow, curling wisps after a few seconds. 

Further inspection reveals a notebook resting on his lap, an unbuttoned shirt, and chestnut strands pulled back into a short, messy ponytail that does unfair things to your libido. You don’t sit up just yet, content to let your eyes run over him as you try to recall the events of last night. 

Dinner had, as always, been a warm, chaotic affair. You remember being unable–and unwilling because it had been a while since you had indulged–to turn down Comte’s offer of wine. You remember the slow buzz creeping through your veins as you laughed at Arthur and Theo’s bickering, the droopy look on Sebastian’s face as it snuck up on him too, and the endearing flush on Isaac’s cheeks, unsure if it was wine-induced or if it was the result of Dazai’s teasing. 

A flush fills your own cheeks as you remember Leonardo’s warm gaze and soft lips, telling you to have fun as he left to have a quick chat with his old friend.

You remember accepting another glassful of the beverage, and you remember Sebas walking you to your room–which doesn’t explain why you’re in Leonardo’s bed instead of your own. It’s a bit like staring into murky water, trying to identify what lurks beneath the surface, and it slipping away just when you’re on the verge of discovery.

You refocus on his still figure.

Leonardo is, at his core, a man of action. With an eager mind, hands that itch to reach for something or the other–a book, drawing tools, things to repair, and ever since you came into his life, you. 

Jack of all trades, master of nearly all. 

Watching him at any time is fascinating; it’s hard to take your eyes off of him, you’re always eager to watch him in motion. And then there are the times where he’s quiet.

You hadn’t realized it at first, but it’s clearer right now as you observe him silently. He’s more subdued when it rains. It had been different when the two of you had been caught out in that sudden shower, but even now, the restlessness seems to have withdrawn, leaving placidity in its wake. 

He loves his naps, but the way he’s curled up next to the window, listless, eyes unfocused–he looks almost lonely. 

“Buongiorno.” Your startled gaze meets his, the cool gold of his eyes heating as they catch you staring. He turns his head to face you, his upturned mouth and the little crinkles in the corner of his eyes sending warmth fluttering through you even from across the room. “Slept well?” 

“Mm, I think so.” A yawn catches you off guard, quickly covered up by the back of your hand. You stretch languidly, feeling your muscles release, before you sit up, reaching for the top of your head to pat down flyaways. Your dress from the previous day is draped over the back of a chair, prompting a quick startled glance down at your body. You’re in one of Leonardo’s shirts; with a grateful sigh, you reach for the glass of water he somehow managed to make space for on his crowded bedside table. “I feel like I did.”

With the way he perks up, you wonder if he’s been waiting for you to wake up and play with him. The thought amuses you for a moment; sometimes, he really does act like a cat. You meet his eyes again, and he looks curious, putting out his cigarillo in a little ashtray on the windowsill. He’s always curious about what’s going through your head. 

“I hope you do. You were out cold,” Leonardo replies after a moment’s pause, before something sly crawls into his tone, the mischief glittering in his eyes putting you on guard. “I’d say you slept like the dead, but your snoring could’ve actually woken them up instead.” 

You barely avoid choking on the cool drink, gulping down a mouthful of it as you glare at him as dangerously as you can. It only serves to widen his smile. 

“Lies.”

“Nope. It was cute, though. I like it when you snore.” 

“When I-how often do I do it?” Your voice is shriller than you would like, and he, being the infuriating man that he is, starts laughing. 

“No need to get so worked up, cara mia,” he soothes, closing his notebook and placing it on a shelf behind him. He reaches for a damp cloth, wiping his hands clean, and closes the window.  “Come here, you look cold over there.” He looks colder. 

“I am cold,” you mumble, embarrassment still hot on your skin, but you can’t resist his beckoning fingers and climb out of bed quickly, the hem of his shirt falling to the middle of your bare thighs. Picking your way across the room as deftly as you can, a low hiss escapes you as you end up stepping on what looks like a puzzle piece. 

He reaches for you with a sheepish smile, gathering you up in his arms before settling back against the wall, reaching down to rub the sole of your foot tenderly. 

“Sorry about that,” he murmurs, his calm voice warm, raspy gravel, reaching down to the very depths of you; wrapped up in his embrace, his heat seeping through the layers of cloth between your skin, you can’t help but melt into him with a soft hum. With your head cradled against his chest, you peer out the window. The skies are a solemn grey, but the flowers are there to make up for it, looking brighter in the light shower as they reach toward the heavy clouds.

You mull over his words for a moment, worry filling your heart, pressing your lips to the side of his neck before tilting your head back to look at him. “Is that why you were awake? You couldn’t sleep because of me?” 

At your words, he looks close to laughter, the corners of his lips quirked, but he fails miserably and presses it to your scrunched up brow. “I’ve slept through a lot worse, so no.” 

You study his expression for a moment longer, gauging the sincerity in his eyes, before you nod. Wondering what kind of stories are behind those soft words. “Oh. Also, did I pass out at the dining table? Because I don’t remember getting back to your room…”

“No, you didn’t. Last I saw you there, you were wide awake, and I don��t think I’ve ever heard you laugh that loudly. But by the time I got back, you’d already gone up to your room. ” Confusion creeps in, and Leonardo chases it away with a swift peck to your scrunched nose. “We should get you drunk more often.”  

You think back to dinner, and while it’s all a bit blurry you do remember having fun.

“So, I didn’t do anything embarrassing?” His fingers skim down your arm to tangle with your fingers, bringing them up so he can press his lips to the back of your hand. 

“Hmm. I think we have different opinions on what makes something ‘embarrassing’.” You stare at him until he grins again, sudden and wicked. “Don’t you remember singing for us?”

You resist the urge to jump out the window. “Oh no.”

“It was lovely,” he insists, chuckling when you swat him. 

“I can barely sing when I’m sober, and my drunken version has been likened to the screeching of a cat.”

“I don’t agree at all. I enjoyed it quite a bit.” 

“Of course you enjoyed it.” Feeling quite faint from the force of your despair, you attempt to escape his hold only for him to tighten it, pressing you back into him. You pull, he pushes. He pulls, you push. Your brief tussle ends with you sitting back against his chest, curled up between his legs, and a shiver running up your spine when you feel his lips on your neck.

“I did. Let’s see–I loved how free you looked, the way your hair escaped your neat little braid, the way you throw your head back when your laughter seizes you. The way you smiled at me, with your flushed cheeks and smiling eyes, reaching for me as if you never wish to be parted from me again. I loved it all.” His breath falls hotly on your skin and you’re frozen in his embrace, your heart holding onto every word that rolls off his silver tongue. “There was just one little problem.”

Your first attempt to speak dies in your throat. You wet your lips and try again, eyes sliding shut as he presses a burning, open-mouthed kiss beneath your jaw. “What was it?” 

Leonardo hums, lips forging a path up to your ear. “I wasn’t the only one to see all of that.” 

Fingers trace the jut of your collarbone, slow and inquisitive, as you work through the implications of his words. “I doubt anyone would see it the way you do.” 

“In this, cuore mio, you’re completely wrong. Not only do they see what I do, they covet. They envy. I don’t blame them for it, you’re a blessing one can only dream to have, but it still…” 

“But still?” 

He nips at the shell of your ear, hand smoothing across your abdomen, and your breath grows heavy. 

“It makes a part of me want to hide you away, away from their longing eyes. I would never do that, but a man still feels the need to stake his claim, yeah?” His hand dips under your shirt, tracing incomprehensible patterns on your skin, the calloused pads of his fingers skimming the skin beneath your breasts. “The entire time I was speaking with ‘Comte’ I was thinking of what beautiful side of you would be revealed next.” 

Your next words are carried on a breathless whisper.

“What did you do?” And you feel the way his lips, pressed to your temple, curl up. “What happened after that?” 

“Heh. Nothing.” He bites at the plump flesh of your cheek, light and playful even as his hand drifts up to cup one breast. Something is lodged in your throat and it feels like it might be your heart. “You did all the work for me.” 

It must’ve been something embarrassing, because you know the way he tugs at a nipple, rolling it between nimble fingers, is more of a distraction. The knowledge doesn’t stop your stomach from clenching with anticipation. “What did I do?”

“Nothing as bad as you’re imagining. I went looking for you, you see,” Leonardo licks up the length of your neck, kissing his way across your skin. Your fingers dig into the firm flesh of his thigh, holding onto the cloth as he sucks red, blooming marks. “But you weren’t in your room. Gave me quite a fright. I found you soon enough, though; stumbling through the halls, trying to find your way to your darling Leo’s room.” 

“I don’t remember that at all…”

His other hand cups your sex, heel pressing in with purpose as your head tips back, lips parting. “Don’t think anybody’s ever been that happy to see me. It was quite a kiss. Did I mention I had a few of the others looking for you too?” 

Leonardo’s palm slips further down, caressing the soft skin of your inner thigh, his cheek brushing yours when you try to look at him. He helps you turn around, leaving you kneeling between his legs, his fingers brushing your cheeks before he cups them and pulls you into a sweet kiss. The taste of his thin cigar spills rich on your tongue, the proof of his arousal brushing against your knee, but he seems content to just kiss you, tongue curling around yours, making a satisfied little sound low in his throat.

Desire burns low in your belly and you pull away with a gasp, forehead dipping to press against his.

With eyes dancing with fervour, he doesn’t look so lonely anymore. You worry, sometimes, that you won’t be able to reach him, that your worlds are too different. He’s a living legend who seems so out of everyone’s league it’s almost funny. 

But he’s also Leo: easygoing and warm, when all he wants is to curl up in your arms, to kiss you, and run his hands all over you, a dragon curling and rubbing itself all over its greatest treasure. When he just soaks up every bit of affection you offer him like a starving sponge.

The flat of his palm meets the soft flesh of your rear with a low smack, pulling you out of your musing. 

“I think that’s really e-embarrassing.” 

Such a demanding old cat, you think. Always wanting to hoard your attention. You should save that one; he gets, quite subtly, but adorably huffy when you say that. You’ve seen his quiet, simmering anger over the big things, but it brings you an odd sort of joy when he gets playfully mad at you over the little things. When instead of shrugging it off, he pouts until you’ve peppered enough kisses all over his face. 

He pinches your stinging flesh.

“Don’t agree. Story’s not over, though. So, then I brought you back here, but you decided to be a bad girl and torture your helpless compagno.” His hands slip up your shirt to cup your breasts, your back arching when his thumbs brush over tightening nipples.

“I’m not sure h-helpless is a word I would ever use to de-describe you.” Desire begins to pool between your legs, your head dropping back when he rolls the peaks between his forefingers and thumbs. You slip the shirt over your head, much to his approval and he doesn’t hesitate before leaning in for a taste, his next words spoken into your skin.

“No, you wouldn’t, would you? But when the love of your life kisses you so sweetly, tasting like rich wine, with her hand on your cock–” He sucks a taut nipple into his mouth, working his mouth roughly as you moan and weave trembling fingers through his hair. “And you have to tuck her into bed because she’s drunk, and spend the rest of the night trying to think of the most disgusting things you’ve seen in your life? One can only wonder what circle of hell invented this.” 

“I-“ your skin burns at the thought of you trying to drunkenly seduce him, and you sit back on your heels with ears burning hotly. “I’m sorry.” 

“Me too. You put up a real tough fight, nearly convinced me…the places my mind went…” Leonardo sighs and slips a leg between your thighs, laughing when you squirm at the firm muscle of his thigh pressing into your sex. “Yeah? You wanna know?” 

“Did I really do that?” It comes to you in one single sentence, and the memory of Leonardo’s body pinned beneath you. 

“I just want to feel you. Please?”

Strong hands grip your hips and pull you forward, the friction robbing you of all coherence for a second. “I very nearly prayed.” 

You can’t help but laugh at that, planting soft kisses on both his cheeks, reaching for the collar of his shirt to pull him closer. “I’m really sorry.”

“Mm.” The pleased possessiveness in his eyes always takes your breath away, and the way he sighs and relaxes at your touch makes your heart thump in delight. It always ends up this way; a quiet moment spent with hands running over warm skin, the muscles of his chest firm under your fingers, your spine stretching as his palm slides along the length of it. “I’ll allow you to make up for it.”

“Yeah?” Your lips brush over his, and you breathe in the sweet scent lingering in his breath. Your hand slides down his solid abdomen, coming to rest on the waistband of his pants. “What do you need me to do?” 

With a small hum, his darkened eyes fixated on yours, clever fingers brush your breasts, your sex, and in a move that makes your breath hitch in your throat, they wander over to your rear, between plump flesh–and you immediately consider if what you’ll need is available or if you’ll have to run down to the kitchen. 

Leonardo kisses his way across your cheek, soft and sweet, lips warming your ear. “Smile for me.”

You blink as he pulls back to grin boyishly at you, feeling your brow twitch as your head drops to his shoulder. “You make me feel like a horny pervert.”

“Aren’t you?”

The sound you make is childish, near whiny in tone as you attempt to jump off his lap and flee to the safety of his bed. An admirable attempt, but one that is foiled right away by his arms wrapping around you. “Hey, don’t run from me.” 

“Leave me to my shame, Leo.” He pulls you close, chest pressing to chest, and your lips quiver at the feeling of your breasts against his muscle, and the way he tries to look stern but his affection just softens it until you want to eat him up. 

“You’re so pretty, Leo. Sometimes I wanna just eat you up.”

Dear Lord. Drunk you is shameless. 

“No shame in wanting your lover, cara mia,” Leonardo coos, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I want you just as badly, in every single way, all the time. Il mio cuore è tutto per te,” he murmurs, pulling your hips down to meet his, your mouth watering at the hard ridge of his erection. 

“I don’t see you making a fool of yourself,” you breathe, rolling your hips into his, thrill unfurling within you when he growls throatily. 

“If you saw what goes on in my head, you would run.” His voice is a power unto itself, growing deeper, going straight to your pussy. You reach for the fly of his pants, unbuttoning it swiftly and tugging at them until he lifts his hips with a thick chuckle. 

“Never. I’m far braver than that, and much too in love,” you declare, yanking the fabric down his thighs, taking a moment to admire the thick muscle defining them. 

“And you say I’m the smooth talker.” You crawl up the length of his long legs, his keen eyes raking over you, swaying breasts calling his hands to them like fleshy magnets. “Come to me, cara mia. I’ve been waiting too long to get my hands on you.” 

The head of his hard cock pokes at your thigh when you settle over his lap, his legs spread out. It begins to leak with a few pumps from you, and your eyes flit between the beads of his precome and the way his lashes flutter with each movement of your hand. 

“I don’t think I can wait too long,” he groans. “I was hard most of the night. Wanted you so bad.” 

“Sorry, baby.” You press your lips to his chastely, again and again until his other hand comes up to cradle the back of your head, keeping you there. Rough fingers reach your entrance, collecting drops of your arousal before pushing in. A wicked grin stretches across your mouth, matching his own. 

“Ah, I don’t think you’re up for waiting either.” Shuffling on your knees, you guide the head of his cock to your entrance, slack-jawed as you sink onto it. 

“...Fuck, Leo.” 

Leonardo draws you into another kiss, teeth sinking into your lip when you clench him tightly. His hands squeeze your thighs and, in a display of strength that honest to god has your pussy fluttering, he lifts onto his knees with ease, your legs coming to wrap around his hips. With his tongue still licking into your mouth, he pulls you half off his cock before jerking you back down and slamming his hips into yours. He swallows every moan, every cry, every wrecked sound that climbs up your throat. 

“You feel so good, cara mia. So perfect. And you’re all mine,” he growls into your skin, his thrusts relentless, intent on taking you apart. He presses you back into the bookshelf, and your heart pounds in your chest when he adjusts his grip on your thighs, pushing them back and hooking your calves over his broad shoulders.

The next, merciless slide of his length into you has your eyes rolling back. It’s only in this, when it comes to sex and your pleasure that Leonardo can push you in different, filthy ways until you’re left shaking. Your voice climbs in pitch with every rough thrust, your hands scrambling for purchase on a shelf behind you. 

“There, oh, there, please, k-keep doing that,” you sob, blinking back tears as you look up at him pleadingly, burning hotter at the sharp, consuming desire you see. He presses what feels like impossibly closer, the burning in your thighs strong but the drag of his skin against your bundle of nerves overwhelming. 

“Come for me, ___,” he groans, a wicked smile ghosting across his lips, allowing you a glimpse of fanged teeth and you see stars. Your back arches, head thumping against wood; your walls clamp down, and a hiss leaves his lips as you break in his arms. He slows his pace, fucking you through it, lips chasing away the tears spilling over. 

Forehead pressed to his shoulder, chest heaving, mind and body more jelly than flesh–his cock is still heavy in you, and an involuntary whimper sounds deep in your throat when you look up at him. He kisses you gently.

And with all his gentle affection, he pulls you off of his length and sets you down in front of the window, back arched and ass out, the glass cool against your sweaty cheek. You hiss softly when he slides in again, your breath fogging up the glass, his front curled over your back. Brushing away damp strands, he plants open-mouthed kisses on the nape of your neck, your shoulders. Twining your hair around his fist, other hand steady on your hip–he angles his hips and thrusts deep. 

You had been sure you didn’t have it in you to make even the slightest noise, but your body disagrees in the form of a low keen, your aching cunt swallowing him greedily. 

“That’s my good girl,” Leonardo exhales, his pace turning swifter and harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin providing an erotic contrast to the soothing rain. “Sorry for being so greedy but…” His fingers find your swollen clit and heat coils in your belly. “...I want one more.”

Denying him, your own pleasure at that, is not something within your capacity.

He muffles a guttural groan in your skin, nearly rutting into you as you wail, loud and wanton, unravelling once more. His pace stutters and liquid heat fills you in thick spurts. You turn your head, weak but wanting, to welcome his lips on yours.

Cracking the window open once more, you curl up against his body, his heat more than enough to shield you from the cold. You brush his hair away from his face, his having slipped free in the frenzy of desire. He rubs your lower back gently, covering you with his still-warm shirt, reclining against the bookshelf; you think you almost hear him purr his contentment. 

“Wait, where’s Lumière?” You’ve seen no sign of him, and the thought relieves you a little.

“Following Sebas around, last I saw him,” he mumbles, nosing at the skin behind your ear. You’re both so sweaty, but you wonder if you can make it to Le Thermae without running into any curious residents. “Also, cara mia, there was something I wanted to ask you.” 

“Mm?”

“I talked to Comte about it, and he’s agreed so you don’t need to worry about that. If you’re okay with it, I wanted to take a little trip.” You look at him and he pokes your cheek, but there’s no missing the hopeful look in those eyes. 

“Just us?”

“Just us. I want you all to myself,” he tells you, smug smirk and cockiness, before it softens into a tiny smile. “I had some work, back in Italy. Thought I could take you, show you around since we’d have the chance. Only if you’d like to, of course.”

“I’d love to.” Your immediate response is, quite embarrassingly, teary eyes and an enthusiastic kiss. Pulling back, you raise a brow. “Only if I’d like to? You mean you wouldn’t have wrapped me up in my sleep and taken me along anyway?”

“As you cute as you look when you’re grumpy,” he laughs at the narrowing of your glittering eyes, “the journey would be far more pleasant if you’re happy, no?”

“But I’m always happy when I’m with you,” you point out, foxy smile in place. The fuzzy feeling in your heart feels close to spilling over when he hugs you closer, but you still catch the way the tips of his ears flush. He holds you close as if wanting to imprint the feeling of your body against his, to sear your love onto his heart, to inhale the scent of you and trap it in his lungs–before the day comes when he will no longer have the chance to.

You turn away from the sadness and bury your face in his chest.

“Y-yeah, well. It’s time you got to eat some of the best food in the world.”

Now is the time for love, and you plan to give him so much, to paint him in the colours of your adoration, devotion and passion–that loneliness will not dare touch him for a long, long time.

Thank you for reading~ 

Translation:

il mio cuore è tutto per te: my heart is all for you

cuore mio: my heart 

per sempre tuo: forever yours (tuo is masculine singular possessive, tua is feminine singular possessive)  

#ikemen vampire #ikemen vampire leonardo #ikevamp leonardo #ikevam #ikevam leonardo #ikevamp leo

[mcrcki]

Was that [MADELYN CLINE]? Oh no no, that was just [ISABELLE], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [ANIMAL CROSSING]. They are [TWENTY-FOUR] years old and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long has your character been here

six months, three days and four hours. she has a time tracker on her phone.

what is your character’s job

receptionist at insert tom’s loan shark name here / personal assistant to tom nook

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom

i’ll be pulling her solely from new horizons as it’s the only game i know isabelle from, i have never played new leaf, sooo she is fully up to date from the 2.0 update back in november.

has any magic affected your character

beyond making her human, nope!! 

any other information

okay, listen. i will not be accepting any criticism at this time, thank you. but here i am with yet another anxious lady. i don’t wanna hear it. isabelle is just my sweet baby angel who is simply a complete wreck but literally has worked through every high stress situation she could imagine so she’s doing just fine. does she work herself to the bone? maybe. but that’s besides the point. anyways, come meet my child

all of my knowledge is coming from new horizons, so just some backstory for those who do not know the game !! 

isabelle is a dog npc in the game, who works for nook inc, and is basically the assistant to tom nook and your character. she helps out within the island as part of the resident services. she’s in charge of the more hands on things with the villagers, where tom is focused on construction.

she stays inside resident services, unless there is a celebration, and spends most of her day in the office with tom, doing what she can to make the island run smoothly. she’s in charge of putting out any changes your character makes to the ordinances, island design, and handling villager disagreements. 

she absolutely hates confrontation, please do not come to her with villager complaints, she will cry

she is very much a people pleaser, and loves to do what she can to make people feel special. she sends everyone valentine’s cards, stays up all night doing them. she also does the morning announcements for the island and does special birthday shoutouts. 

just all around a ray of sunshine who works for a money driven raccoon.. they’re best friends but also she for sure is overworked for literally zero pay. but she loves her work

she will ramble on forever, if she doesn’t catch herself. she loves to tell people about the shows she’s watching, about little stories that pop up in her head, or offering advice when she can. even if no one asks.

please, tom give her a raise.

she would never ask but i’m demanding one for her.

she doesn’t really know how to say no to people or slow down when she needs a break, and that’s still a big part of her here in dc, she will try to split herself in three before saying no to a request

she’s just a frantic, anxious assistant trying to help whoever she can and just lets herself become completely overworked because she doesn’t know how to slow down

she just really loves to work???? like honestly, even if someone got her to slow down for a little she would be far too bored and jump right back into seven tasks at once just to find something to fill the day. 

i don’t know when the last time she had a day off was. probably never lbr, because even if she takes a day off, she is still answering emails and making phone calls. she will not shut her phone off.

but please, just come be her friend she loves friends. she will absolutely talk your ear off and is just happy to be included.

possible connections :

people who owe tom money

isabelle’s main job, outside of being tom’s assistant, is tracking down the people who owe him money for their loans. she is the one who sends out the reminder notices, in emails, letters, phone calls, or even showing up in person. she tries to be really nice, but she is insistent. seriously, you will not be able to get rid of her until you pay her

other clients 

maybe you’ve already paid off your loan, maybe you’re looking to take one out, maybe you just wanna know what the heck all of this is about! she’s the receptionist for you !!! she’s got all the answers!!

a roommate ( pref. f/nb )

you think she gets paid enough to make rent on her own?? please we love you tom

friends !!!!

please !!!!! be her friend!!! honestly she needs friends that are really going to get her to just cut loose, take her phone from her, tell tom she’s taking the day off, just any vibe. she can be friends with anyone

possible opposites attract friends

honestly i just think it would be so funny for her to have this like extremely grumpy group of friends or something while she is just 🌈🤩🌺💗

a ship ???? idk ( slowburn , open to any )

would be down to get something going with her, something that can help balance her out, a chill place that she can just relax, someone who will watch her shows with her all that fun stuff??

or alternatively, someone who is just v grumpy in a complete opposite to her literal ray of sunshine/bubbly vibes

also more animal crossing npcs pls

bring the whole crew !!!!!!!

#hw: intro #i. intro #i. muse #jokes on you if you thought this was going to be short #i simply dont know how to shut up