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poison sweet off the vine (chan/felix)

Chan, a poor student hoping to make a little extra money while he pursues a masters in music production, lands a gig as a super rich family’s pool boy. He thinks it’s pretty sweet at first. He’ll get to stay in a fancy house and eat fancy leftovers and all he has to do is clean their pool and help out around the house. And then he meets Felix, the bratty, sharp-tongued, skirt-wearing son of his employers. He knows he could get fired for just looking at Felix the wrong way, but Felix, even with his stormy, unpredictable moods and ignorant selfishness, is alluring and beautiful.

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Characters: Chan, Felix, other members of skz throughout

Genre: smut, eventual romance, angst, I cannot overstate how much of this is sex

Pairing: Chan/Felix

Warnings: alcohol, family dysfunction, mentions of homophobia, slut-shaming (both the fun kind and the not fun kind), feminization

Rating: Explicit

Length: 14.3k

Felix has got some shit going on in this one. It’s not, like, super serious and we don’t really get into addiction territory, but I will say it might be triggering for some people, so please just proceed with caution.

Chan wakes to his phone ringing.

He grunts sleepily, turning over in bed and getting twisted in his sheets. He manages to wrestle an arm free and slaps around for his phone, nearly knocking it into the abyss that is the floor in the process. At last, he grips it and brings it in front of his face.

It’s horrendously bright and stings his poor, sleepy eyes, but he makes out the caller ID—Lee Minho.

“Hello?” he croaks, accepting the call.

“Oh good, I’m still in your favorites,” Minho says in lieu of a greeting. “And good, you’re still not dead.”

“What fucking time is it?” Chan groans.

“About five a.m. for you, so four for me,” Minho answers promptly. “You haven’t texted for three days! I was kind of worried those rich fuckers murdered you and are slow-roasting your body for Christmas dinner.”

“Why the fuck are you up at four a.m.?” Chan asks, choosing to ignore the comment about cannibalism.

“Calling you,” Minho says. “Look, I figured during the day you’d keep your phone on silent, and wouldn’t pick up no matter what. But at night, you probably have your ringer on for your alarm, and though it might be on DND, as long as I’m still one of your favorites, my call will come through on the second try.”

“I’m taking you off my favorites,” Chan says, though he makes no move to do so.

“So why haven’t you texted?”

Chan pauses for a second, running the past couple days over in his head. He and Felix have been fucking every chance they can get—after dinner in Felix’s room, in the sauna by the pool, even once in the garden, Felix pressed up against a very expensive statue.

There’s a soft knock at the door. Chan shuffles to get it while he replies to Minho. “Oh, god, I’m sorry. This job is just—super active, you know, I’m exhausted every day.”

He cracks his door open and sees Felix in a robe standing expectantly outside. Chan gives him a sort of surprised and confused look, pointing at the phone, but gestures for him to come in, opening the door wider so he can slip through.

“Okay, well, your best friend worries,” Minho is saying, “and so does your best friend’s boyfriend, so maybe text us at least once a day.”

“Oh, I see,” Chan says, dropping back down onto the bed with his legs dangling off the side and patting the mattress for Felix to join him. “You just called me because Jisung is worried, and you love him. Not ‘cause you’re actually concerned about me.”

“I am concerned about you,” Minho says. Felix doesn’t sit on the bed. He settles between Chan’s knees at his feet. Chan gives him a look; Felix blinks back serenely. “Jisung’s just… more teary about it, and I’m the only one that’s allowed to make him cry, so.”

Felix’s hands are on Chan’s thighs. “I promise I’ll text more from now on,” Chan says.

“Good. So what’ve you been up to?” Minho asks.

Felix’s fingers slip under the waistband of Chan’s underwear. “Uh, not much,” Chan says. “Hey, listen, I should probably just go, like, do my job since I’m up. It gets hot in the afternoons. But get Jisung, and Jeongin if you can, and I’ll call later today. Like around 5 your time?” Minho groans. “C’mon, it’ll be nice if we can all talk.” He freezes when Felix reaches into his fucking pants and wraps a hand around his cock. He hopes his voice doesn’t sound too strained. “Besides, you should be asleep.”

“Fine,” Minho grumbles. “It’ll make Jisung happy.”

“Okay, talk later, I promise.” Felix has pulled Chan’s cock out over his waistband. “Bye.”

“Bye.” The call barely ends before Felix has his mouth on Chan.

Chan throws his phone somewhere on his bed and hisses out a moan. “What the fuck, Felix?” Felix doesn’t reply except to hum softly around Chan’s cock. “I was talking to my friend!” Felix takes him deeper, swirling his tongue over the tip. Chan presses his hand to his mouth to muffle a moan. “What if someone saw you?” he tries again.

This gets Felix to pull off, and Chan squashes his disappointment under his thumb. “No one saw me,” Felix says. “Abeoji is already gone, and Eomma was in the shower.”

“What if she goes to check on you before she leaves?” Chan asks. He takes the sting out of the question by reaching down and cupping Felix’s jaw. “You’re gonna get me in trouble, baby.”

“She’s not gonna check on me,” Felix says. “And even if she did, she wouldn’t care or come looking.” He huffs softly, shaking his bangs out of his eyes. “Now are you gonna let me blow you, or what?”

Chan laughs quietly. “‘Course I am,” he says. “You were just trying to surprise me, right?”

Felix nods petulantly, sinking back down on him, little hands braced on Chan’s thighs for support. Chan combs his fingers through Felix’s hair, getting a good fistful of the pink locks and tightening his grip—not enough to hurt, just enough for Felix to feel it. Felix hollows his cheeks and takes him even deeper, his face practically buried between Chan’s legs.

“Mm, god, Lix, does it ever stop for you?” Chan whispers. Felix shakes his head. “You just woke up and your first thought was, ‘I should go choke on Chan’s cock’?” Felix nods. “Jesus.” He brushes his own hair back with his other hand. “Well, if you’re gonna do it, do it properly.”

He forces Felix’s head down a little, and Felix swallows around him, gagging softly, but he doesn’t resist. His eyes flutter shut as he takes Chan deeper still, until Chan feels the head of his cock hit the back of Felix’s throat. He stops then, giving Felix a second to adjust. “Good girl,” Chan murmurs, and Felix whimpers softly. “Can’t believe how well you take me.” He reaches down and smoothes his thumb over Felix’s pinched eyebrows. “Breathe, baby. Relax. I’m gonna fuck your throat, right?”

Felix does as he’s told with a nod, breathing in deep through his nose, melting against Chan’s body. His grip on Chan’s thighs loosens, and he swallows around Chan again, this time without gagging. He looks up at Chan, pretty eyes wide and inviting.

“Ready?” Chan asks. Felix gives a minuscule nod. “Pinch me if you need to stop.” Felix rolls his eyes; Chan gives him an exasperated look in return, tightens the fist in Felix’s hair, and first pulls him off, then pushes him back down.

Felix can take a lot. Chan learned that quickly. But still, it amazes him how quietly and easily he can deepthroat Chan. And Chan’s a realist, he knows he’s sort of just average size, but it’s not like he’s small. He shoves his cock down Felix’s throat and the only noise that comes is the wetness of the thick saliva that has gathered in Felix’s mouth. It takes a long minute or two before Felix starts gagging, but even then he doesn’t ask Chan to stop.

A sort of haze gathers in Chan’s peripheral, and he forces himself to pull out. Felix coughs wetly, panting, as Chan jerks himself off with quick, rough strokes. He realizes Felix has started to cry, but Felix only swipes the tears away and tips his head back, opening his mouth. “Wanna taste you, daddy,” he demands, voice hoarse. He sticks his tongue out, making his eyes big and pleading.

Chan curses softly and lays the head of his cock on Felix’s tongue with shaking hands. “Gonna make me—” He can’t even finish the sentence, too overwhelmed, but Felix knows. It only takes a couple more strokes, and he’s coming on Felix’s tongue, coating the roof of his mouth with his release.

Felix doesn’t try to swallow until Chan finally pulls out, and once he does he opens his mouth after to prove he did it.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Chan murmurs, waiting for his heartbeat to slow. “Come here, baby, up on the bed with me. I’ll take care of you.”

Felix lets Chan pull him up onto the mattress and manhandle him into his lap. Chan scoots them back, rotating so he can lean up against the headboard. Felix hardly seems to pay this any mind, already attaching his mouth to Chan’s chest, kissing over his collarbones.

Chan undoes the sash of Felix’s robe, and he shrugs it off, letting the fabric slip away, revealing his pretty body. Chan can see his cock, tip beading precome, glistening even in the dark. He tries not to think about how there’s probably a dark wet stain on one of the folds of Felix’s robes.

“Baby,” Chan whispers, taking hold of Felix’s chin and forcing him to look up. “There you are.” He leans in and kisses him, letting go of his jaw so he can wrap his arms around Felix’s waist instead, pulling him in. He can taste himself on Felix’s tongue, earthy and bitter. Felix moans into his mouth, rolling his hips up, his cock dragging against Chan’s abs.

“Mm, I, I,” Felix says between kisses. “I fingered myself open b-before I came down here. Used lots of lube, so—” Chan nips at his lip and he cuts himself off to gasp. “—so I’m nice ‘n’ wet. You can—you can finger me, daddy, please.”

“Fuck,” Chan mutters, letting one hand dip down low, circling Felix’s entrance. He’s slick with lube, just like he said, and two of Chan’s fingers slip in with ease. Chan can picture it clearly, Felix on his elbows and knees, panting quietly in the pre-morning blue dark of his room, working himself open and making sure every spot he can reach is wet and ready before clambering off his bed and wrapping himself in his robe to come down and wake Chan up.

“Told you, I’ll keep myself prepped for you,” Felix says breathily.

“You’re trying to kill me,” Chan accuses.

“No, I’m not into necrophilia,” Felix replies immediately.

“I hate you,” Chan mutters, suppressing a smile. He shoves a third finger in and presses up. Felix drops his forehead to Chan’s shoulder, making a noise of surprise. Chan thrusts his fingers up again, hot satisfaction settling under his skin when he feels more precome blurt out of the tip of Felix’s cock and drip down onto Chan’s stomach.

“Yes, yes,” Felix pants. “Like that, daddy, yes.” He rocks his hips up, and if Chan hadn’t literally just come, he knows he’d be in danger.

He fingers Felix fast and ruthless, holding him close with his other arm and murmuring praise into his ear. Felix digs his fingernails into Chan’s biceps, bouncing back on Chan’s fingers, rutting his cock up against Chan’s body. His moans are quiet—even he knows what they’re doing is a little risky—but the sounds fill Chan’s head anyway.

“Such a perfect little slut,” Chan coos. “Always wanting to be filled, trying to get off. What am I gonna do with you, babygirl?”

Felix whines softly, biting down on Chan’s pec, low enough that a tank top will easily cover it. Chan sees the muscles in his back tense. He rarely announces it when he’s going to come—Chan almost wonders if it’s a surprise to him each time, except he can’t imagine that’s true—but Chan’s getting pretty good at figuring him out.

“Gonna come, sweetheart?” he murmurs, leaning close and speaking into Felix’s temple. Felix nods jerkily. “Gonna come on daddy’s fingers? Lemme see it, baby.”

Felix lets out a soft, defeated sob, and then he’s coming all over Chan’s stomach, hole clenching and unclenching around Chan’s fingers. “Fuck, oh fuck, daddy, daddy,” he babbles, muffled. It takes over his whole body; he shakes, toes curling in the sheets, fingers and arms rigid. At last he collapses against Chan, right into the mess he just made.

Chan pulls his fingers out, reaching with his other hand for the box of tissues on his nightstand. He presses kisses to the top of Felix’s head while he cleans off his fingers, then reaches down to swipe away the excess around his hole. Felix whimpers softly.

“Sore?” Chan murmurs. “Sorry, just don’t want you to walk out of here with lube dripping down your thighs.”

Felix moans happily. “I wouldn’t mind.”

“Well, I would,” Chan says, pinching his hip.

“Mmm,” Felix hums. “Merry Christmas Eve.”

“Oh fuck, is that today?” Chan asks. “I was wondering what this was all about.”

Felix sits back, reaching for a tissue too so he can clean off his tummy. “Yeah, ‘cause I’m going to be totally booked all of tomorrow with family stuff. Tonight too. Such a drag.”

Chan nudges him. “You’ll get presents, at least,” he points out. “And it’s just a couple days. I think you can survive without my dick for that long.”

“What if I can’t?” Felix asks, but he’s grinning.

“Then you know where to find me,” Chan replies, pulling him in for a soft kiss. Felix drapes his arms over Chan’s shoulders and kisses back with a sweet sigh.

“Who was that on the phone?” Felix asks when they pull away.

“Oh,” Chan says, glancing around to see his phone balancing precariously at the foot of the bed. “My friend from home. Just wondering why I hadn’t texted for the past couple days. Worried I was murdered or something.”

“Just a friend?” Felix asks.

Chan frowns at him. “Uh, yeah, just a friend. What are you, jealous? I don’t ask who else you might be fucking.”

Felix sighs. “I was just wondering.” He pats around behind him and finds his robe, drawing it up over his shoulders.

Chan feels bad for snapping at him. It was just a question. “Sorry,” he says quietly. “I didn’t mean it like that. Would it be a problem, if he wasn’t just a friend?”

“No,” Felix says, but it’s curt.

“Baby, you can talk to me, you know?” Chan tries to reach up and touch his face, but Felix ducks away, expression souring.

“I said no. It’s fine,” he says. He climbs off Chan’s lab, tossing the soiled tissue in the garbage and bending to pick up his sash. “I’m going back to bed to get some more sleep,” he says as he fastens it. “It’s almost six, so you should probably head to breakfast before Maya leaves for the day. Our private chef won’t cook for you like she does.”

Right, Christmas. Maya will be off at around ten today and won’t be back until the day after Christmas. It’s just going to be Chan and the chef for the holiday.

“Yeah, okay,” Chan agrees uncertainly. “I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah,” Felix says, pausing to give Chan a swift kiss before sweeping out of the room.

“Merry Christmas,” Chan whispers to the closed door.

* * *

“Chan!” Jisung picks up on the first ring, even though Chan called Minho’s phone. “I miss you, how are you?”

“Hey Jisung,” Chan replies, grinning. “I’m good. I miss you too. All of you. Am I on speaker?”

“Yes,” Minho calls, sounding a little faint, like he’s across the room.

Chan finished his chores early and decided to take a walk around the neighborhood for this call. He’s not sure yet exactly how much he’s going to tell his friends, but he definitely wants to talk somewhere where he can’t be overheard.

“Hi Chan!” This is Jeongin. “We’re at Minho’s parents’ house for a Christmas party! We’re hiding out in Minho’s bedroom with the cats while all the grown-ups deal with the food.”

“So what have you been up to?” Minho asks, sounding much closer to the phone now. “I refuse to believe you’ve just been working. How’s Australia?”

“It’s good to be back,” Chan says. “And it’s hot.”

“It’s so weird to me that Christmas is in the summer there,” Jeongin says. “It fucking snowed here last night.”

“Sounds nice,” Chan says, wiping some sweat off his forehead. “It’s literally brutal here.”

“So, seriously, you’re just sweating your balls of cleaning some rich family’s pool, and that’s it? Do you get time off?” Minho resumes grilling him. “School hasn’t started yet, so you can’t be that busy.”

“You guys are alone?” Chan confirms.

“Yes, we are,” Jisung says. “What, what is it?”

“So, uh.” Chan scratched the back of his head, looking around to make sure he’s alone on the street. “Well, this family has a couple of kids, right, and they’re all around our age. The son, Felix, he’s the same year as you, Jisung. And…” Chan hesitates, not sure how to explain.

“Oh my god,” Minho says loudly. “Oh my god, Chan, are you fucking him?”

“Yeah, kinda,” Chan mutters, and then has to hold his phone away from his ear as his friends erupt into shrieks of shock.

Jeongin: “Hyung, you’re gonna get fired.”

Jisung: “Is he hot?”

Minho: “So that’s why you haven’t been texting us!”

“Yes, obviously he’s hot,” Chan says, choosing the easiest of these to reply to. “He’s beautiful, and he wears little skirts and stockings and makeup. And he was the one that seduced me, I’ll have you all know. He wouldn’t leave me alone! What was I supposed to do, tell him no?”

“Yes,” Minho says drily.

“So, like, what are you gonna do?” Jisung asks.

“I dunno! He goes back to school in like a month, which is over in Perth so it’s not like I’ll see him after that, except maybe over Easter break.” Chan kicks at a pebble. “I like him, though. When he’s not being a little brat, he’s very sweet.” He pauses, thinking back to this morning. “A little odd, though.”

“Anyone would be odd if they grew up around that much money,” Minho points out.

“He’s really moody,” Chan says. “Not sure what causes it, but… he’s just hard to figure out, I guess. But I like him.”

“It’s that good, huh?” Minho teases, and Chan groans.

“Yes, okay? I wish you guys could see him, you’d understand,” Chan says. “He’s so pretty. He doesn’t look real.”

“Maybe you’re hallucinating him,” Jeongin suggests, laughing.

“I almost wish I was,” Chan mutters wearily. “But anyway, that’s it, really. Just me making some really poor decisions. But what about you guys? How have things been since I left?”

The other three launch into updates about their lives—family drama, news from school. Chan listens, comforted by their voices and the familiarity of their struggles. The whole time he’s been here, he’s been so busy with his work (and with Felix) that he didn’t realize how homesick he was, but now, listening to his friends chatter, he feels kinda lonely. He takes a couple more turns around the block this way, chatting and laughing.

“My mom’s calling, I think we have to go,” Minho says finally.

“Go on, enjoy your party,” Chan says. “We’ll call again soon.”

“Enjoy your fuckbuddy,” Jeongin says.

“Think about it this way!” Jisung says cheerfully when Chan groans. “At least you don’t have to worry about getting him pregnant!”

“I’m hanging up,” Chan says over their laughter. “I love you all, somehow. Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas, hyung!”

“We love you, too.”

Chan waits for them to hang up, then pockets his phone with a sigh. The air is still and quiet now without their voices in his ear. He makes his way back to the house, punching in the code for the gate and slipping past, making sure it closes behind him. He goes around back, taking the staff entrance by the garage. The family is still having dinner. Once they move to the second floor, he supposes he’ll go scrounge for leftovers.

* * *

Christmas passes. Chan doesn’t see Felix again until a couple days after, which does strike him as bizarre seeing how they live in the same house. Felix returns to him with a smile, like the weird moment they had the morning of Christmas Eve never happened. Chan chooses to ignore it, too, and in doing so, closes a door on some of his emotions swirling beneath the surface. It’s not like that will go anywhere, right? Felix has made that clear.

And so they fall into a routine. Now that the holidays are coming to a close, Felix has realized he has some prep work for school, so he spends his mornings on that while Chan does his chores. When he finishes, he sneaks up to Felix’s room so they can fuck before dinner. Luckily, with the sparse number of staff members, they’re never in danger of getting caught.

New Year’s Eve comes before Chan knows it. The family has a party to attend after dinner, so Chan hurries through his chores since Felix will need time to get dressed. He scarfs down a lunch of cold leftovers, and then picks his way upstairs, dodging Olivia and one of the maids. They didn’t have a chance yesterday since Felix had an appointment in town—something about a magazine shoot, though Chan didn’t really get the details.

Felix is at his desk, bent over a textbook, glitter pen in hand when Chan opens his door. He looks up and immediately breaks into a smile when he sees him, capping his pen and putting it down, closing the book over it to mark his place. Chan locks the door behind him and crosses the room, taking Felix’s face in his hands and kissing him without saying hello.

“Ugh, finally, you’re so slow,” Felix complains between kisses, letting Chan pull him to his feet and push the chair out of the way. His beautiful voice, Chan finds himself thinking. Deep and rich and smooth. “I was so bored, daddy, and I missed you yesterday, and—ah!”

Chan bends him over his desk with a hand on his back. Felix’s knees knock cutely as he grips the edge of the desk, making breathless little noises of want. His tiny skirt—white today, with a matching bralette and thigh-highs that dig into the soft skin and create a little bubble over the top—hides nothing at this angle, flipped up to reveal Felix’s pink little hole, his cock hanging between his thighs. He’s not wearing any panties.

“You’re such a brat,” Chan murmurs, hoping his tone hides the worst of his affection, pulling the chair back and sitting down in it, scooting closer and spreading Felix’s ass with one hand.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” Felix chants, shivering.

“Did you get all clean for me?” Chan asks, pressing a dry thumb to his rim.

“Yes, I saw you finishing up in the pool,” Felix tells him, breathless. “But you’re gonna have to prep me, I didn’t have time.”

“That’s fine, baby,” Chan says, and leans in, licking a flat stripe over his entrance. Felix moans again, pushing his ass back, and after a few more minutes of teasing, Chan eats him out in earnest, getting both of them messy with spit as he works to push his tongue inside.

One day without each other shouldn’t make such a difference, but both of them have clearly gotten used to getting off multiple times a day, so the wait has felt like forever. Chan’s already rock-hard in his shorts, a tent forming in the fabric over his crotch.

Felix is dripping precome onto the floor between his feet, Chan notices when he pulls back to take a breath. It’s kind of cute and really hot, the way he hands his body over to Chan and does very little to manage the way it reacts.

Chan reaches into the second desk drawer for lube so he can actually open Felix up, drizzling some over his index finger and giving Felix one last kiss before pushing his finger inside.

“Oh-hhh, yes, Chan,” Felix slurs, pressing his cheek to the desk.

Chan stretches him easily, Felix’s body already used to this kind of intrusion. He finds his prostate and pets over the spot, watching Felix shake. They’ve never tried it, but Chan wants to watch him come like this, so he stays here, massaging over the spot and stroking over Felix’s perineum with his thumb at the same time.

“Oh, fuck, feels so good,” Felix mumbles. “Mm, keep going. I feel warm, Chan, all over.”

“Good,” Chan says quietly. Felix gasps out little moans, his legs trembling. “Relax, baby, it only works if you relax.”

Felix whimpers but obeys, slumping against the desk and letting Chan milk his prostate. After a few more minutes, a shudder passes through Felix’s whole body, and a small spurt of release dribbles from Felix’s cock, dripping down his legs and mixing with his precome on the floor.

“Ohhh, god, that’s so—I can’t—Chan,” Felix babbles. “More.”

Chan adds a second finger, scissoring them inside Felix to press at his walls. He is trying to prep him, after all. Once Felix’s body seems to accommodate the stretch, Chan starts again, stroking over his prostate, slow and insistent.

He’s only seen it in porn, if he’s being honest, but Chan does his research. He tried it on himself once, but either it’s really that much better with a partner or Chan’s body just doesn’t do that, but it didn’t work—it felt nice at first, but ended up just kind of uncomfortable. He’s delighted (and honestly unsurprised) to find that Felix is capable.

Felix shudders out soft moans, voice sweet and poisonous as ever, shakily readjusting his grip on the desk. It’s obscene, Chan thinks, leaning back in the chair to take him in. His little skirt lies flat against his back. One of his thigh-highs is slipping down. There’s a puddle of his release between his feet. Chan couldn’t have imagined something hotter.

“Daddy,” Felix whimpers, so soft, so helpless. “Think I’m gonna—feels so—” He chokes on a moan, going up on his tiptoes and bending his knees. More release drips out. He settles again, body heavy against the desk, like his legs really are going to give out at any moment. “It feels like coming,” he mumbles, “but not.”

“You look so pretty, baby, so wrecked,” Chan says softly, leaning around so Felix can see him over his shoulder. “Think you can take another finger?”

“Yes,” Felix says immediately. “You’re still gonna fuck me, right?”

Chan’s lips twitch in amusement. “Of course I am,” he replies. “We have all afternoon, don’t we?”

Felix hums, placated. “Yes,” he agrees softly.

Chan pushes three fingers in. Felix tenses around him for half a second, and then relaxes with a sigh. Chan sinks his fingers all the way to the last knuckle, moving slow and enjoying Felix’s reactions, the way he huffs out little moans, the way his legs still won’t stop shaking.

One of Felix’s hands slips off the desk, and instead of trying to regain his grip, he brings the dropped hand to his cock, stroking in time with Chan’s fingers. Chan doesn’t even bother saying anything. He knows even if Felix comes, he’ll be able to come again when Chan fucks him.

“Chan, mm, god, Chan,” Felix mumbles. “Always make me feel so good.”

It only takes Chan cramming his pinky in beside the others for Felix to convulse against his desk, hips twitching as he comes. It spills over his knuckles and down his legs, soaking into the fabric of his thigh-highs.

“Ready,” Chan says calmly, pulling his fingers out and letting Felix struggle through pushing himself off the desk and upright.

He manages it, turning around and carefully avoiding the puddle of his release on the floor, leaning back against the edge of the desk and looking down at Chan through heavy-lidded eyes. He brings his soiled hand up to his lips and sticks one of his fingers in his mouth, cleaning himself up as he catches his breath.

“God,” he hums. “It’s gonna be so annoying when I go back to school.” Another finger pops out clean; he moves on to the next. “Who’s gonna fuck me like this?” He turns his hand so he can lick over the back of it. “You’re gonna have to call me, daddy.”

Chan smiles. “Guess I will,” he agrees.

“Good.” Felix’s hand is clean of come, and he reaches behind him for a tissue, then turns back around and bends down to wipe off the floor. Chan clenches his hands in his lap so he doesn’t pinch Felix’s ass, even though he’s pretty sure that’s exactly what Felix wants. Felix stands again, tossing the tissue into the garbage and giving Chan a glance over his shoulder before waltzing over to his bed. “Well? Come fuck me.”

Chan stands, tugging off his clothes and draping them over the back of the desk chair. “Just one round, though,” he says. “Your parents will be home soon, and you have your New Year’s dinner to get ready for.”

“If you hurry, we’ll have time for two,” Felix says slyly.

Chan, now naked, strolls past him to grab a condom, one hand on his cock to start working himself up to full hardness. “Why are you so insatiable?” he asks.

“C’mon, quick,” Felix demands, pouting.

Chan tears the condom open with his teeth, rolling it on and spreading a little lube over his cock. “God, but if they find out, they’d be so mad,” he says. The fear is real, but right now it’s far away, and easy to joke about. “They’d never forgive me for corrupting you.”

They both know if anything, it was the other way around, but neither of them mention it. Instead, Felix bends over the bed, arching his back and spreading himself with his hands. “Corrupting me?” he repeats. “Then come finish the job, daddy. Fuck me like you mean it.”

“Careful what you wish for,” Chan murmurs. He grabs his underwear from the chair and brings them back to the bed with him. “Open. You’re gonna be loud, and I know one of the maids is right downstairs.”

Felix obeys, blinking up at him prettily as Chan stuffs his underwear into his mouth. Satisfied, Chan steps back, lining himself up behind Felix and gently swatting his hands out of the way. He collects Felix’s wrists in one of his palms and pins them against his tailbone, right over the pleats of his skirt.

For how casually he’s been acting, Chan is aching. He stops wasting time, finally pushing in with a soft groan. Felix lets out a muffled whimper, squeezing his eyes shut. Chan tightens his grip on Felix’s wrists as he bottoms out, clenching his jaw.

“So tight today, babygirl,” he grits out. “Does it hurt?” Felix nods with another tiny whimper. “Doesn’t matter how much I fuck you, does it? Just one day, and your body tightens right back up for me.” He takes a couple slow, shallow thrusts, waiting for Felix to open up for him. “Perfect,” he adds. “Made for fucking.”

Felix moans at this, barely audible through the fabric crammed in his mouth. His hair has partially fallen into his face. He looks like an angel, Chan thinks before he can stop himself. It wouldn’t matter; it’s true whether Chan lets himself think it or not.

Chan can move with ease now, so he speeds up, thrusting in with much more force until the sound of skin against skin is loud enough to make him a little nervous. But Felix is making pleased sounds, so Chan decides it’s worth a little risk. He lets his jaw drop open, panting out sharp exhales, trying to keep himself silent as best he can.

It’s difficult, though. Felix is warm and wet around him. Pleasure is a hot, heavy stone in the pit of Chan’s stomach, and the feeling only grows with every movement. The A/C is on high, but still Chan feels sweat beading on his hairline, can feel the flush that’s crept up his neck to his cheeks and down to his chest.

Felix moans out what sounds like yes, daddy, faster. Chan obeys immediately, somehow speeding up the rocking up his hips. Felix’s eyebrows pinch prettily, his eyes finding Chan’s. He’s picture-perfect, even with his hair in his face and tears welling up quick on his waterline. Maybe especially. One tear spills over, a fat drop of water. It rolls sideways down his face, over the bridge of his cute nose, distorting his freckles. He blinks, and another tear falls, and another. His eyeliner begins to smear.

Chan doesn’t know why, but Felix’s tears turn him on just as much as the skirts and stockings. “Oh, baby,” he murmurs. “Feels that good?” Felix manages a nod, sniffling. “Finally getting fucked like you wanted?” Another nod, followed by a muffled sob. Chan has half the mind to take the makeshift gag out, just to hear Felix’s voice. “Gonna take care of you,” he says instead. This gets him another muted sob in response, and pride glows warm in his chest.

Chan continues to pound into him, almost enraptured by the way Felix’s tears work to ruin his careful makeup. Felix’s wrists slip from his hold, but Chan doesn’t move to take them again. If Felix wants to take the underwear out, Chan doesn’t think he wants to stop him. Felix doesn’t, though, just uses his arms to prop himself on his elbows, fucking himself back on Chan’s cock, taking fistfuls of the sheets and letting his head hang.

Chan secures a hold on Felix’s waist with one hand, using the other to reach up and grab Felix’s hair. Felix makes a noise of want in the back of his throat the instant Chan’s fingertips brush past his scalp. Chan takes his pretty hair into his fist and uses it to pull his head back up, until Felix is arched back and whimpering. He wishes there was a mirror, so he could see the tear-tracks on his face, the red blush that colors his neck and chest, the way his tiny fingers are curled tight into the duvet.

Felix spits the gag out, almost like a challenge. “Y-yes,” he stutters, finally free. “Chan, yes, like that. Fuck, I’m gonna feel you all night long, you’re all I’m gonna think about.”

Chan can’t help the noise that escapes him, low and guttural. He likes that a lot. Felix will be around so many rich, beautiful people tonight, but he’ll have the reminder of Chan with every step. A mark of possession. Chan might never be part of the world Felix is from, but he’ll have this. He’ll know he had him.

Felix does seem to try to keep his noises to a minimum, despite the fact that he doesn’t have anything stopping him anymore. Either he’s just humoring Chan, trying to prove that he can be good, or he’s actually taken Chan’s warning to heart. He cries softly, the sound muted by his closed lips.

“Staying so quiet for me,” Chan whispers. “Good girl.”

“Oh, fuck,” Felix says in a small, broken voice. “F-fuck, daddy, thank you, thank you.”

Chan presses his fingers into Felix’s hips, wondering if he can sear his fingerprints in through the fabric of the skirt if he tries hard enough. He feels the heat build inside him, a fever threatening to eat him alive. Stars float in front of his vision, and he fights to keep an even pace. Felix hiccups out little moans, mumbling more thank you, daddys and right there, yes, pleases. Chan’s world is spinning, spinning; he makes some kind of noise, but it’s hazy even to his own ears. He thinks he feels the tension snap in his stomach.

“Mm, yes,” Felix hisses out. Chan closes his eyes, his hips still moving, though erratically now. “So warm, daddy, can feel it. Wish you could fill me up for real, wish I could keep you with me tonight, a load plugged up and hidden—”

There’s rushing in Chan’s ears, and he sways, body twitching. He thinks he lets go of Felix’s hair, thinks he can feel Felix clenching around him, can feel him writhing in pleasure beneath him, but it’s all so far away.

Chan tilts himself forward, caging Felix’s body with his arms and resting his forehead against his back, breathing deep and slow. Felix giggles softly. The noise is a little clearer, or maybe Chan’s just closer. “Are you gonna pass out?” he hears Felix ask.

“No,” he says hoarsely, then reconsiders and adds, “I don’t know.”

Another breathy giggle. “‘Cause I wouldn’t be able to move,” Felix says. “I’d—I’d be trapped here with you on top of me, still inside me.”

The world is coming back into focus, but Chan doesn’t dare open his eyes. He feels lightheaded. “You sound like you’d like that a lot,” he mutters. “Didn’t you just come?

“Yeah, but you know. Worse people to be trapped under,” Felix hums placidly. “Worse cocks to be stuck on.”

“Thanks, I think,” Chan says.

They lay there for a few long moments, just breathing. Chan doesn’t drop his full weight onto Felix—as much as Felix seems convinced he’d like it, Chan is a little worried he’s going to crush him. It is oddly peaceful, slowly floating down together in the afterglow. The room smells like sex, but Chan’s nose is against Felix’s skin, and the sweet citrusy scent all but overpowers it. He takes another deep breath.

“Felix! Olivia!” The intercom crackles to life and Chan nearly has a heart attack, snapping his eyes open and lurching off of Felix’s body before realizing Mrs. Lee’s voice is coming from the speaker, which means she has to be downstairs in her office. “We have dinner in an hour and the Hwang’s New Year’s Eve party to get to right after. Your sister is already ready. I won’t allow us to be late! Dressed and downstairs in forty-five minutes, no excuses!”

The room is silent, and then Felix buries his face in his duvet and laughs.

“How are you laughing?” Chan complains. “I think I almost pissed myself.”

“Take back what I said,” Felix says into the duvet. “Glad you have a condom on. Piss is where I draw the line.”

Chan pulls out, rolling the offending condom off and tossing it in the trash. “Shut up,” he mutters. “Well, you heard her.” Felix stands, too, reaching for a tissue to wipe his come off the bed. “You have forty-five minutes to not look like you just got fucked, so you better hurry up.”

“I’m a professional, I can do it in twenty,” Felix says. When he turns to Chan, he’s got a glint in his eye that Chan knows means trouble. “Which means we have time for one last round.”

“Felix, she’s home,” Chan hisses.

“So?” Felix says. “We’ve fucked with my parents home before.”

“Yeah, but not on a night like tonight!” Chan says. “What if she comes up to check that you’re actually getting ready?”

Felix makes a face. “She won’t,” he says, and there’s a bitterness there that Chan doesn’t quite understand. “She’d rather be disappointed.” He seems to sense Chan is wavering, and clears his expression. “Please,” he wheedles. “One more, just one. So I can make it through this stupid party.”

“I thought you were friends with the Hwangs’ son,” Chan says, but he’s already going for a fresh condom. Felix tosses him his underwear and he puts them with his other clothing.

“Yeah, but our parents are going to be breathing down our fucking necks,” Felix says. He crawls up to the head of the bed. “You can go slow this time, so the bed doesn’t creak. Besides,” he adds with a giggle as he unclasps his bralette and throws it in the general direction of his hamper. “I think if you fucked me like you just did, I’d bleed—which normally I wouldn’t mind, but I don’t think Eomma would take kindly to bloodstains on my new suit.”

“Oh, a suit?” Chan says, raising an eyebrow, climbing onto the bed, too. Felix reaches out for his cock, so Chan moves closer, watching Felix’s little hands wrap around it. He’s sensitive, but they’ve taken enough of a break that it’s not unbearable.

“Mm, a suit. It’s white silk, very pretty,” Felix says. “This is a serious event, my parents would never let me go in a skirt.”

“I’ll always like the skirts best,” Chan says as Felix sits up properly so he can press his tongue to the tip of Chan’s cock. Chan inhales sharply through clenched teeth, the air almost whistling from the speed. “But I wouldn’t mind seeing you in a pretty suit, too.”

“Come see us off after dinner,” Felix says. “Ask my mum if she needs anything before she goes. She’ll like that, and you’ll get to see me.”

“Okay,” Chan agrees softly, running a hand through Felix’s hair.

Felix uses his hands and mouth to work Chan back up to hardness. Chan watches the clock. It takes ten minutes. He’s going to have to be quick if they don’t want to get caught. There’s a part of him that knows he should’ve said no, should’ve gotten dressed and left, but a bigger part of him is enjoying the risk. Or maybe it’s just the part of him that wants to agree to everything Felix says.

So Chan rolls the new condom on, adds more lube. Felix settles back into the pillows, spreading his legs, cock just beginning to harden again underneath his skirt. Downstairs, Felix’s family prepares for dinner, for a party, and doesn’t wonder what’s taking Felix so long, doesn’t wonder where Chan has disappeared to. Just a few floors above them, Chan pushes back into Felix’s body with a soft grunt. Felix wraps his arms around Chan’s shoulders, his legs around Chan’s waist, pulling him close.

It’s slow and quiet, completely different from the way they are just a half an hour before. Chan stays buried deep and circles his hips, grinding into Felix, his lips on Felix’s throat, his Adam’s Apple, his jaw. Felix ducks his head so they can kiss, deep and fierce and almost noiseless.

“Chan,” Felix whispers between kisses. “So good to me.”

Chan smiles against his lips. Here, wrapped in each other's bodies, they can’t possibly hurt each other. “Of course I am,” he says. “I want what you want.”

“Even when it’s a terrible idea?” Amusement is a shining light behind Felix’s eyes.

Chan kisses him, quick and almost chaste. “I’m here, aren’t I?” he asks when he pulls away.

“Yes,” Felix whispers. The amusement fades, replaced by something else. “You’re here.”

Chan cups his face in his hands, stroking over his cheekbones with his thumbs. His makeup is destroyed, mascara drying on his cheeks and lip gloss smudged on his chin. His nose is still red, eyes still puffy, from crying. And he’s beautiful. I’ll be here as long as you want me, Chan thinks helplessly.

He kisses him again so he doesn’t say it. Their noses bump, but Felix leans in insistently, holding Chan close, fingers interlocked behind his neck. Chan breathes Felix in, lemon and sugar and sweat, rolling his hips, dirty and deep, swallowing all of Felix’s soft moans. Chan can feel Felix’s heartbeat under his fingertips, quick like a rabbit’s. Felix holds him close like he doesn’t want to let go.

When Chan comes, he doesn’t even make a sound. It passes through his body like something washing up on the shore—slow, almost languid, final. Felix kisses him through it, clenching tight dutifully, making it good for him.

Chan pulls out and replaces his cock with a couple of his fingers, and works them in as deep as they’ll go, then thrusts shallowly, not enough to make a lot of noise. With his other hand, he thumbs over the slit of Felix’s cock. Felix covers his mouth with his hands, eyes wide and staring up at the ceiling, abdomen tight from the exertion.

He comes in a few weak dribbles that run down Chan’s knuckles, a tiny amount of fluid, nearly clear. Felix twists in the sheets but stays quiet, lifting his hips up off the bed as he shakes. “Good girl,” Chan murmurs, and Felix whines high and faint in the back of his throat.

There are twenty minutes exactly left for Felix to get ready when Chan hops off the bed to discard the condom and go wash his hands. Felix is working his way to the edge of the bed when Chan returns from the bathroom. He grabs his tank top and throws it on, walking over to the bed to give Felix a kiss on the forehead.

“I’ll come see you off later, yeah?” he says.

Felix nods. “I’ll see you later.” He slips down onto the floor and stumbles, knees buckling. Chan grabs him before he can fall to the floor, and Felix giggles weakly. “Oh god, you fucked me so good, hyung,” he says, voice syrupy-sweet. “Oh, shit.” Chan lets him go and he wobbles, but remains standing. “Oh, my legs feel like jelly. What if I can’t walk?” He’s still giggling when he looks up at Chan.

“That’s not funny,” Chan groans, heading back to the desk chair to put on the rest of his clothes. “If your parents find out about this because I fucked you so hard you can’t walk right, I will literally never forgive myself.”

“Kind of a great way to go, though,” Felix says blithely, waltzing into the bathroom. “Go, before they really do catch you.”

“Right,” Chan mutters to himself, tying the waistband of his shorts.

* * *

Chan goes to bed early that night. He sees the family off, watching Felix out of the corner of his eye. The suit is very pretty, a warm-toned white, oversized and draped over Felix’s body perfectly. The shirt is made of a shimmery, gossamer fabric, and Mrs. Lee reminds Felix three times to button another button. She also tells Chan to take a bottle of champagne from the cellar to celebrate.

Chan takes a bottle but doesn’t open it, just leaves it on his desk and heads into the shower to wash the day’s sins off of his body. He finds Felix’s come crusted in his nailbeds, and hopes to god nobody noticed.

He falls asleep long before midnight and wakes sometime in the stifling darkness of the early hours to a body next to his own, warm and smelling of champagne.

“Felix?” he whispers. “What time is it? Are you drunk?”

“No, just a little tipsy,” Felix whispers back. He sounds clearheaded; he must be telling the truth. “And it’s a little past two. Your door was unlocked. I just—wanted to come say goodnight. I wanted to see you.”

He’s not in his suit. He’s not in a robe, either; instead, little sleep shorts and an unassuming t-shirt, loose and soft from wear. Chan blinks against the dark, reaching a hand up to touch his face. His hair is still damp from his shower. “How was the party?”

Felix crawls under the blankets, pressing cold toes to Chan’s shins. “It was alright. I got to see my friends, at least. I need to see you and Changbin side by side. I think his arms are even bigger than yours.”

Chan exhales soft laughter, wrapping an arm around Felix and kissing the tip of his nose. “Well, alright is better than bad, I guess,” he says. “Make any resolutions?”

“To continue being a horrible little brat,” Felix replies, giggling. “You?”

“I didn’t,” Chan admits. “I didn’t really think about it.”

“It’s just another day,” Felix says with a half-shrug. “Just like yesterday. Just like tomorrow.”

“That’s true,” Chan agrees softly, some tender feeling blooming in his chest.

“Happy New Year,” Felix whispers.

“Happy New Year,” Chan repeats.

“I didn’t have anyone to kiss at midnight,” Felix says.

“You do now,” Chan says, and kisses him. And kisses him. And kisses him.

When Chan wakes up the next morning, Felix is already gone, but his sheets smell like champagne and lemons and sugar.

* * *

Chan is in the garden, trimming away dead leaves. Jerry went home early—a doctor’s appointment, Chan thinks he said, so it’s up to Chan to tend to the plants. The afternoon sun is punishing, beating against his back, but Chan honestly doesn’t mind it. The garden, when he’s alone, is peaceful.

The first week or so of January has passed quietly. There’s only a couple weeks now before the new semester begins, and Chan finds himself looking forward to it. It’ll be nice to have other people around his age to talk to—Felix doesn’t count.

Speaking of Felix, he thinks to himself as he moves down the row of plants, I wonder where he is? Chan didn’t see him at breakfast or at lunch. It’s not unlike him to sleep in, especially now that his break is almost finished, but Chan usually sees him before the afternoon wears on. Then again, Chan is usually around the house, not out in the gardens.

He works his way to the center of the garden throughout the afternoon, pausing every now and again for water or sunblock. He gets to the clearing where he found Felix that first evening, and after he finishes his work there, he decides to give himself a break, dropping down onto the bench with a sigh.

He sits there awhile, answering a couple texts and checking his socials. It’s not so bad in the shade, and there’s a breeze today, so Chan actually finds himself comfortable after a few minutes of rest. He tips his head back, looking up at the trees.

He can’t imagine growing up in a place like this. This is an estate. It should be a museum. The whole property is so sterile, almost, pristine; meant for looking at, not living in. Chan honestly found it hard to believe anyone lived this way, except maybe the richest people in the world. But now here Chan is as proof—this sort of life is lived in, just meticulously looked after by unseen hands.

Chan lets himself sit and contemplate for about a half an hour, and then begrudgingly gets to his feet to get back to work. He collects his tools and is about to move on when he hears uneven footfalls coming his way.

Felix appears in the entrance to the clearing, wearing the tiny booty shorts and holding a nearly full bottle of wine. It’s a red today, and looks expensive. His lips are stained the faintest hint of dark purple, and his eyes, vacant and unfocused, light up when he sees Chan.

“Oh my god, there you are!” he exclaims. His crop top is slipping off the one of his shoulders; it slips further as he heads Chan’s way. Uneasy, Chan drops his tools back in the grass and pockets his phone.

“Hey, Felix,” he says slowly, eyeing the bottle in his hand. “Is that… all you drank?” He can’t imagine it is; Felix stumbles over his own feet in the grass.

Felix holds it up and looks at it, then takes another sip. “No,” he says, almost sing-songy. “I finished one after I got home.”

“Home from where?” Chan asks, letting Felix fall into his arms. “Careful, baby.”

Felix doesn’t answer. He’s busy pressing closer to Chan, nose against his neck. “Hi, daddy,” he slurs. “Missed you this morning.” He surges up and kisses Chan, wet and messy.

Chan raises his chin to get out of his reach. “Uh, yeah,” he says, debating the merits of taking the wine from Felix and the chances he’ll succeed. “I was working, like usual. Where… were you?”

“Oh, you know,” Felix mumbles vaguely, leaning in. Chan flinches back instinctively, and Felix frowns. “Why won’t you kiss me?”

“You’re super drunk, baby,” Chan says softly. “I’m worried about you. Here,” he says, bending down and picking up his water bottle. “How about some water?”

Felix shakes his head, and takes another swig of wine just to spite him. “I don’t want water,” he says petulantly. Chan swears the slurring is getting worse by the sentence. “I want wine, and I want you.” Another swig, and then he offers the bottle to Chan. Chan shakes his head. “‘Member how I said I want it all the time, even if I’m drunk?” He takes one of Chan’s hands with his own. “Well, I meant it.” He tries to pull Chan’s hand around his back, down toward his ass.

“Felix.” Chan tries to pry his hand out Felix’s grasp as gently as he can, but Felix’s grip is surprisingly strong.

“C’mon, daddy,” Felix murmurs. Chan can feel the swell of one of his cheeks on his palm. “Don’t you want me?” He presses one of Chan’s fingers to his entrance, and Chan registers that he’s already loose and wet with lube.

Chan wrangles himself free, trying to ignore Felix’s gasp of pain when he accidentally bends one of his fingers. “This isn’t a good idea, Felix,” he says softly, hoping to gentle the rejection by keeping his tone light. It’s not that he doesn’t want him, he just doesn’t want him like this. “C’mon, let’s get you inside. The heat can’t be helping.” He tries to start walking them in the direction of the house, but Felix refuses to budge.

“No, please, Chan,” Felix whines. “Why not? You fucked me here before, remember?” Chan does remember. He remembers pressing Felix up against one of the statues and smothering his moans with a hand clamped tight over his mouth. There’s no way he couldn’t remember. “Why won’t you do it now?” Felix continues. “Just ‘cause I’m a little drunk? I told you, it’s fine. I’m a slut, I always want it.” He’s practically spitting the words at Chan; his voice has taken on a strange quality that Chan isn’t sure how to interpret. “I need it.”

“Baby,” Chan says softly. “I’m not gonna fuck you right now. Okay? I’m in the middle of working, and you need to drink some water and sober up, or your mum is going to lose her shit. C’mon, let me help you.”

This seems to infuriate Felix. He wrenches himself away, nearly losing balance. “If you don’t fuck me, I’ll tell her about us.”

Fear courses through Chan’s body, but he knows immediately he’d rather take that risk than do something he knows is bad for Felix. “I don’t care,” he says softly. “Tell her. This isn’t right, I won’t do it, I’m not going to fuck you when you’re drunk and clearly—upset about something—”

“I’m not upset, the only thing I’m upset about is that you don’t like me anymore,” Felix protests. “Please, Chan. I need it.”

“No, you don’t,” Chan sighs, going up to him and linking their arms together. “And of course I still like you. We’re gonna go inside, okay? And we’re going to get you some water, and find Maya, and she’ll make you something to eat. I’m worried about you, baby, okay? Will you do this for me?”

Felix grumbles incoherently, but complies nonetheless, letting Chan march him out of the gardens. Chan thinks he murmurs a good girl in Felix’s ear; maybe that’s why he keeps walking. Felix takes drinks of his wine as they go, but Chan decides that that is not a battle worth fighting. He’s going to take this small victory and run, because the last thing he needs is for Felix to refuse to come with him again. In any case, he has much bigger problems to contend with at the moment—Felix trips over his own feet every few steps, most of his weight falling on Chan to carry.

“Chan,” he slurs, giggles. He presses a sloppy kiss to Chan’s neck, nearly toppling both of them in the process. “You’re soooo strong. How come you’re walking so straight?” More giggles, interrupted by a hiccup. “The world is sideways.”

“Just keep moving,” Chan says. “I’ve got you.”

So he lets Felix drink without saying a word as they cross the bridge, the patio, and finally make it to the back door. Chan isn’t quite sure how he gets both of them inside, but he manages that, too, closing and locking the door behind him and letting Felix use him as a support while he kicks off his shoes. They pad clumsily down the hall, Chan veering them towards the kitchen and praying Maya will be there.

She is, thankfully, cleaning up at the breakfast bar and setting out some fruit. Her eyes widen when she sees them, taking in the drunken flush of Felix’s cheeks and Chan’s strained expression, dropping her work and hurrying to meet them.

“What happened?” she asks Chan.

“I don’t know,” Chan says, lies. “I ran into him when I was working in the garden. He’s…” Chan glances at the bottle in Felix’s hand. It’s already half-empty. “I think that’s his second bottle, I don’t know. He’s really drunk, and I didn’t know what to do, so I managed to convince him to come inside to get some water.”

Maya reaches out for Felix, but he just turns his head away. “Thank you, Chan,” she says softly. “Thank you for looking out for him.” Guilt runs through Chan’s veins like ice, but he nods. “He has days like this, but we’ve survived every one. Here, can you get him into a chair? I’ll go grab some water.”

She turns to go, and Chan starts to walk, but Felix groans, hanging his head, and vomits unceremoniously and without warning onto the floor. It spatters against the hardwoods, some of it splashing onto Chan’s socks. Watered down wine, purple-red, and nothing solid. No wonder he’s so fucked up, Chan finds himself thinking as Felix sways, bottle slipping from his fingers.

Chan’s memories of the next few minutes are blurry. He manages to catch the bottle as Felix drops it, saving it from shattering on the floor. Felix continues to throw up, all liquid, coughing and gagging even when it’s all gone, his full weight sagging against Chan’s side. Chan manages to get Felix into a chair; Maya brings him water and some paper towels to clean himself up with. Chan cleans up the mess on the floor while Maya calls for Felix’s parents. Mr. Lee isn’t home, but his mother takes one look and walks out, disgusted.

Rachael is the one who takes Felix back to his room. Chan sees them get into the elevator, and that’s the last of it, Felix’s pink hair falling into his eyes and obscuring his face, Rachael with her arm wrapped tight around him, eyes stormy. The door closes, and Chan takes soaked paper towels to the trash.

The kitchen is quiet in the aftermath. Maya sighs softly, looking at Chan over the island. “Sorry,” she says. “But if you work here long enough, you see that eventually.”

“Is he… okay?” Chan ventures, just above a whisper.

“It doesn’t happen that often,” she says. “Usually, he’ll have a glass or two once in a while, and it’s fine. But sometimes…” She gestures helplessly around her. “I don’t know. They…” She lowers her voice. “They took him to a doctor once, but they said it wasn’t unusual for a kid his age to overindulge on occasion. Mr. and Mrs. Lee agreed, so they didn’t send him back.”

“What do you think?” Chan asks.

“I think he’s sad,” she says quietly after a moment of hesitation. “More than he lets on, and sometimes this is the only way he knows how to deal with it.”

* * *

The house has a sort of haunted silence to it for the rest of the day. Chan finishes his work quickly and retreats to his room to try and escape it, only leaving to grab something for dinner in the late evening. But the silence is everywhere, hanging heavy in the air, oppressive.

Still, the next morning, it seems things have returned to normal. Rachael leaves for her internship at her usual time. Felix doesn’t come to breakfast.

Chan only sees him after lunch when he’s restocking the patio. He comes down the stairs almost shyly, taking small, calculated steps and sitting down in a lounge chair slowly, like if he moves quietly enough, Chan won’t see him.

“Thank you,” Felix says finally. “For taking care of me yesterday.”

Chan blinks, setting down a water bottle and straightening, hesitating for a moment before walking over to Felix and sitting in the chair next to him. “Yeah, no, don’t worry about it,” he says. “It was the right thing to do. And…” He looks Felix over. He’s a little pale, and there are bags under his eyes, but he looks fine. “I’m glad you’re okay. Do you… wanna talk about it?”

Felix is silent for a few long minutes. Chan waits patiently, looking out over the sparkling water of the pool.

“My parents hate me,” Felix says at last. There’s a finality to his tone that makes his words sink in like dead weight. “They’re disappointed in everything I do. And you know? Sometimes I am too.” He runs his hands through his hair. “They have an idiot for a son, who gets so drunk he throws up on their hardwoods before dinner, and who has no direction in life and no idea what he wants to be. And honestly?” He waits until Chan is looking at him before he continues. “I’d just feel bad for them, except I know that the thing they hate the most about me is that I’m gay, and I dress like—“ He gestures down at himself. He’s in a demure linen dress today, the top three buttons undone and the waist cinched tight. “—like a sissy slut.” The words come out hard as stones, and Chan understands the tone he took in the garden yesterday. It wasn’t his own voice. It was his mother’s, stealing his tongue. “They pretend they’re supportive, because they don’t want to harm my dad’s image, but—I know the truth,” Felix says. “And I’m—I’m not ashamed of it. I know who I am. But I just wish—” He breaks off, presses his lips together, looking through Chan. “I just wish they loved me,” he finishes quietly.

Chan’s heart twists in his chest. He still doesn’t really understand—where Felix goes, why he acts the way he does, what it is exactly that he’s running from—but he does feel hurt for him. “Felix,” he says softly.

Felix looks back up at him. “You know I wouldn’t have actually told them, right?” he asks seriously.

Chan blinks. “You… remember that?” He kind of assumed Felix had blacked out for most of the afternoon.

Felix nods miserably. “Yeah,” he mutters. “It’s spotty, but… I remember trying to—to get you to fuck me, and then threatening to tell my parents when you wouldn’t. And I just want you to know that I wouldn’t.” He pauses, looking at Chan, his expression unreadable. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Thank you,” Chan says softly.

“And I’m sorry.” The words sound like they’re being dragged from Felix’s chest. He must not apologize often, so Chan is honestly touched that he’s doing it now. “For—for throwing myself at you, and for saying I’d do that. And for puking on your socks.”

Chan can’t help the laughter that bursts out of him. “It’s okay,” he says, trying to rein it in. At least there’s a ghost of a smile now on Felix’s lips. “Really, it’s okay. I know you didn’t mean it. I forgive you. Do you know, the reason I don’t drink often is because I had a night like that in college?”

Felix leans in, intrigued. “Really? You?”

“Yeah,” Chan says, happy to be on a lighter topic, happy that Felix is no longer stewing in a world of self-pity. “It was my freshman year, right after finals, and I drank so much I was throwing up I swear for an hour straight. And the worst part is, it started in my friend Minho’s room, and his floor was carpeted.”

“Oh, fuck,” Felix laughs. The sound warms Chan.

“Yeah, so don’t feel bad. The cleanup yesterday was really easy,” Chan says. “Your hardwoods have a good sealant on them, don’t worry. Back then, we had to call in the poor cleaning staff, and they kicked my friends out of their room so they could shampoo it…”

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“I’m gonna get lunch,” Felix says, emerging from the pool and wrapping a towel around his shoulders. “You know where to find me.”

Chan nods wordlessly, peeking up at him as he leaves before getting back to work.

The break is coming to a close. Felix leaves first out of his siblings, going back in just a few days now. Though neither of them say it, Chan can tell they’re both making a more concerted effort to see each other as often as possible. It’s easy in some ways. Since the holidays are over, Mr. and Mrs. Lee spend most of their days out of the house, coming back late. And though all the staff members are back, which makes dodging them hard, at least Chan doesn’t have any extra work to hold him back.

So Chan finishes his work, grabs a quick lunch, and then heads upstairs. Felix is exactly where Chan expected him, curled up at his desk, busy gaming, cute round glasses on and a green Melona popsicle between his lips.

Felix sees him when he comes in and scrambles to pause his game, pulling off his headphones and grabbing the popsicle out of his mouth. “Hi,” he says, almost breathless. His lips are bright red and glossy from the popsicle.

“Hi,” Chan replies. He takes his time with the lock, strolling slowly over to Felix and running a hand through his hair. The roots are really starting to grow in, deep, inky black against faded pink. A measure of how long Chan has known him. “Still in your swimsuit,” he says.

“Thought maybe we could shower together,” Felix replies. He holds Chan’s gaze and licks a stripe up his popsicle.

“Mm, good idea,” Chan agrees, bending over him and finally kissing him. Felix moans softly, his free hand coming up to grip one of Chan’s biceps, tiny fingers pressing into the muscle. His lips are cold and he tastes sweet. Chan licks over his bottom lip, then pushes in past his teeth. He’s sweet everywhere, popsicle coating his tongue.

Felix’s eyes are glazed with pleasure when they break apart. His popsicle is melting in his hand, but he seems unaware of it. Chan grins at him, bending to the side and catches a drop with his tongue. “I’m gonna eat this if you don’t,” he says. Felix just hums, holding it out to him, so Chan does the only logical thing, which is to take the whole thing in his mouth and then pull back off real slow, keeping his cheeks hollowed and his eyes on Felix.

“You’re just as bad as I am,” Felix says with a dreamy giggle as Chan licks his lips.

“Wasn’t like this before I met you,” Chan says, which is mostly true. He kisses Felix again, pinning him to the chair. “We gonna shower?”

“Mm, yeah,” Felix says, but he keeps kissing Chan, alternating between that and taking licks of his popsicle. Chan knows he’s not helping; he reaches down between Felix’s legs and cups his cock in his palm, groping him through the thin fabric of his tiny swim bottoms. Felix lets out another moan, bucking up into Chan’s hand.

“Should really get in the shower, then,” Chan hums, but he keeps going, running his fingers up and down the length of Felix’s cock until he’s hard. Precome leaks a wet patch into the swim bottoms, the stain spreading as the minutes drip by. Felix swirls what’s left of his popsicle in his mouth, movements slow and lazy, moans muffled. “Should get going before you make a mess in your bikini,” Chan continues.

“Mm, Chan,” Felix sighs, so pretty. “S-stop touching me, then.”

Chan hums like he’s considering it. “Do you want me to stop touching you?” he asks.

“N-no,” Felix stutters. He pulls the popsicle stick out, clean. “Kiss me.”

Chan obliges, bracing himself with a hand on the headrest of Felix’s chair. Felix pushes his cold tongue into Chan’s mouth, whimpering in the back of his throat as he runs it over Chan’s teeth. It’s messy, but Chan doesn’t care. He’ll happily lick any taste off the surface of Felix’s tongue.

They keep kissing until Felix comes, sticky white soaking through his swim bottoms and getting all over Chan’s hand, moans muffled in Chan’s mouth, popsicle stick dropped and forgotten on the floor. Felix goes limp against the chair when Chan pulls away, sighing softly. “Ohh, I felt that in my toes,” he mumbles, eyes fluttering shut.

Chan grins, kissing him on the tip of the nose, then reaches around with his clean hand to grab lube and a condom out of the desk drawer. “Okay, definitely shower now,” he says.

“I can’t move,” Felix complains. “My legs won’t go.”

“You’re such a piece of work,” Chan mutters fondly, readjusting his grip on the lube and then simply scooping Felix out of the chair and carrying him to the bathroom. Felix squeaks in delight, giggling softly as Chan lowers him gently onto the edge of the tub.

“You’re seriously so strong, Chan,” he says, watching as Chan pokes his head into the shower to start the water. “I bet you could squat me.”

“I could definitely squat you,” Chan agrees. “I could squat two of you.”

“We have a gym,” Felix says, now sounding a little dreamy. “You could probably even bench me.”

“Probably,” Chan says, setting the lube and condom down on the counter and giving him a look. “But I think if someone catches us in the gym together, they’re really gonna start asking questions.”

“Oh, but naked in my bathroom is okay?” Felix asks pointedly as Chan shucks his tank up and over his head.

“The point of your rooms is people won’t just walk in,” Chan replies. “‘Cause you might be naked. Speaking of which, get moving.”

“Point taken,” Felix chirps, untying the strings of his bikini top and letting it fall to the floor, then stepping out of his soiled bottoms and hooking them over a finger. “Hurry up.” He steps into the shower and disappears behind the steam.

Chan shakes his head, carefully folding his underwear and laying it on top of the stack of the rest of his clothes on the counter. He picks up the lube and condom and heads into the shower.

Felix is waiting under the water, scrubbing at his swim bottoms. “One sec,” he says softly, glancing up when Chan brings in a whoosh of cold air.

The shelves are out of the way of the spray, so Chan puts the lube and condom on the highest one, holding his hand out for Felix’s swim bottoms so he can hang them on one of the little hooks on the wall when he’s done.

“Thanks,” Felix says, a genuine, proper show of gratitude. Chan hides his smile, reaching for the shampoo.

“Turn around,” he says. “Close your eyes.”

Felix obeys, and Chan squeezes a dollop of shampoo out onto his palm, capping the bottle with a click and putting it back before rubbing his hands together. He spreads the shampoo on Felix’s wet hair, pressing the pads of his fingertips into Felix’s scalp in a gentle massage, running his fingers through the strands to make sure the soap gets everywhere.

“Your hair’s so smooth,” Chan finds himself saying. “Even though you’ve dyed it. It’s so soft.”

Chan can hear Felix’s smile even though he can’t see it. “Thanks.” Felix leans into his touch. “Feels good.”

“Yeah?” Chan asks, slowing his movements, working his fingers in circles. Felix moans lowly, and Chan’s pretty sure it’s not even sexual. “Good?”

“Yes, daddy,” Felix breathes, and—okay, maybe a little sexual. But he does kind of look like he’s melting a little bit, relaxing under Chan’s hands.

He remains pliant as Chan washes his hair out for him, and patient when Chan works on his own hair. But the instant the soap is gone, his hands are on Chan’s body, pressing little kisses to his chest and arms.

“Ready for round two?’” Chan asks needlessly. “Want daddy to fuck you now?”

“Mm-hm,” Felix agrees.

Chan puts the water on super hot and then points the faucet away from them so they don’t drown, but they stay warm. “Up against the wall, then,” he says, nodding to it. Felix goes immediately, pressing himself up against the tile and sticking his cute little ass out. “Jesus, baby,” Chan says before he can stop himself. “You look like a dream.” Felix just smirks at him over his shoulder.

Chan finds the lube, drizzling a little over his fingers as he walks up behind Felix. He kisses his shoulder blade, staying close as he feels around for his entrance and pushes a finger in. Felix moans softly, the sound echoing against the walls. “God, I always forget how big your fingers are,” he says. “Can’t ever make myself feel the way you do.”

“Good thing I’m here, then,” Chan says, pushing in past his middle knuckle and waiting for Felix to relax around him.

“Yeah, but—mm—you won’t be soon,” Felix says. “I mean, I won’t be. I’m gonna fuck my way through all the jocks trying to find someone who can do what you can.”

Chan tamps down the jealousy that flares in his chest. Felix isn’t his. He can fuck whoever he wants. “Good luck with that,” he says. “You’d have better time with artists. They actually have fine motor skills.”

“Mm, that’s a good point,” Felix huffs. “Hyunjin’s always been good with his hands.”

Chan decides he’s not going to ask exactly what Felix means by that. “Besides, I bet most of the athletes’ll only last a couple minutes.”

“I dunno,” Felix says, mischief rich in his voice. “Changbin has great stamina, and my other friend Seungmin is a baseball player, and he does too.”

“You trying to make me jealous?” Chan asks. “Or do you just fuck all your friends?”

“You’re not my friend,” Felix points out. “And I’m fucking you.”

“I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do with that,” Chan says, exhaling laughter.

“You should come visit me,” Felix says. “During a long weekend or something.”

“Your parents are gonna ask questions,” Chan says.

“You’re from here,” Felix argues. “You could just say you’re visiting an old friend.”

“That’s true,” Chan acquiesces, retaliating by adding a second finger. Felix’s jaw drops open and satisfaction boils hot in Chan’s stomach. “Maybe I will.”

“You better,” Felix says, somehow still sounding all sharp and demanding despite the strain in his voice. “I don’t wanna wait until Easter to fuck you again.”

Chan can agree with that, at the very least. “That’s true, it’s a while to wait. And calling isn’t the same.”

“Mm-mm,” Felix agrees. “Not unless I commission a replica of your hands. Or your cock.”

“I don’t think even that would be enough for you,” Chan says, and Felix giggles.

“Probably not,” he admits. “Can’t help it. I just want you.”

Chan fits a third finger in, pumping them viciously even though it’s tight just so he can watch Felix squirm. “Yeah? Like the way I fuck you?”

“Better than anybody else,” Felix says, and if Chan wasn’t certain he says that to everyone he fucks, he’d probably do something embarrassing. As it is, his dick twitches anyway. He pets over Felix’s prostate, so familiar now with his body that he doesn’t even have to search around for it. Felix shudders, muscles in his back tensing up. “Yeah, right there.”

“Here?” Chan massages over it meanly, pressing kisses to Felix’s spine and listening to him whine.

“Too much, Chan, gonna come again,” he protests, trying and failing to escape the sensation by shifting his hips. “Wanna come on your cock.”

That gets Chan to relent. “Fine,” he says softly. “Almost there.”

He finishes opening Felix up quickly, then pulls his fingers out and runs them under the scalding water for just a second to get them clean enough to open the condom packet without slipping. He rolls it on, adding another pump of lube for good measure, and then positions himself behind Felix.

“Put it in,” Felix demands the instant he hesitates. “I’m ready. And if I’m not, and I bleed, we can wash it all away.”

Chan doesn’t need him to say it again. He pushes past his puckered entrance and slides into the sweet warmth. Felix is tight around him like a vice, and Chan only gets halfway before he has to stop. “Shit,” he murmurs. “A little too impatient.”

“Keep going,” Felix insists. “I can take it.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” Chan says, but he does try to push in a little more, anyway. It works, sort of, and slowly, he manages to sink in the rest of the way. Both of them let out deep sighs when he finally bottoms out, pressed close to Felix’s body, so close he’s got Felix’s trapped against the wall.

“Fu-u-uck,” Felix moans. “I’m gonna explode. You feel so big, Chan. I think I can feel you in my tummy, against the wall. Feel like ‘m getting split open.”

Chan isn’t sure about that, but the idea makes him grit out a moan nonetheless. “Guess I should spend less time on prep more often,” he manages. “So tight, baby. Feel nice ’n’ full?”

“God, yeah,” Felix breathes. “Fuck, it’s like I can feel you everywhere.” His fingers catch on the grout between the tiles but slip down the wall all the same.

“Give you a second before I move,” Chan mumbles. “Don’t wanna do some real damage.”

“Mm, kinda want you to,” Felix whimpers. “Ruin my body, daddy, I want it.”

“Fuck, babygirl,” Chan groans. “Want me to make it hurt?”

“Yes.” The word is a breath sucked in between bared teeth. “Please.”

Chan draws his hips back excruciatingly slow, letting Felix whimper for him for a second before pushing back in, fast and hard. The force of it punches a weak moan out of Felix’s chest. “Like that?” Chan pants, doing it again, legs shaking from the exertion and the delicious drag of his cock against Felix’s walls. “Fuck, you’re so tight, feels so good.”

Felix only sobs out a moan, the sound garbled by the echoes it makes and his slack jaw. Chan spreads a hand between his shoulder blades, pressing him into the wall and using his other hand to grip his hip so he has nowhere to go. Felix slumps against the tile, pink tongue just visible over his bottom teeth, eyes drooping shut. Chan hears himself grunt, something low in the chest, gravelly, reverberating around them. He slams his hips forward with every stroke, rough and mean like Felix begged for. Every movement sends spikes of arousal dancing under Chan’s skin, almost painful with how good it feels. Felix’s body loosens around him, but even then there’s hardly enough room, and Chan’s pretty sure that if he’d used even one less drop of lube that this wouldn’t be working.

But it’s what Felix asked for, and as Chan looks at him, he knows he couldn��t stop. Felix’s face is twisted into a beautiful expression of bliss, eyebrows pinched and mouth open in a silent scream. His fingers rest gently against the wall, hardly supporting him. Chan can’t see, but he knows his cock is hard and leaking against his stomach, an angry red.

Chan can feel sweat beading on his forehead, partially from the steam, but he can’t reach the faucet dial now. They’re surrounded by a fine mist, and it kind of makes Chan a little dizzy. But he keeps going, fucking Felix ruthlessly, pounding him into the wall with soft groans as his abdomen tightens and tightens.

And then Felix is moaning, a low string of total incoherence, and he curls over himself, convulsing weakly, head disappearing between his shoulders and hands scrabbling at the tile above them. “Daddy, daddy, yes,” Chan thinks he hears him babble as he begins to still.

“Can you last a little longer, babygirl?” Chan asks, his voice rough.

“Yes,” comes Felix’s voice, his head still out of sight. “But daddy, hurts.”

His voice is wobbly, small and pitiful, and Chan knows the face he’s making. He’s sure he’s crying, cute little nose all red and cheeks splotchy. “So good for me, so patient,” Chan soothes breathlessly. He thrusts, shallow, a few more times as the hot pleasure takes over his body at last, making his legs shake. He comes deep inside Felix, hips pressed to his ass, head tipped back and hands with a punishing grip on his waist.

They catch their breath. Chan can hardly hear anything over the soft roar of the water. After a moment, he pulls out, almost stumbling backwards to turn the temperature back to something a little more bearable, rolling the condom off with unsteady hands before going back to check on Felix.

Felix is still bent over at the waist, leaning on the wall for support, forearm braced against the tile and face hidden in the crook of his elbow. Chan looks closer and sees pinkish-red at his entrance. Blood and lube.

“Oh, shit, oh fuck, Felix, I’m so sorry,” Chan stutters, setting the condom gingerly on one of the shelves and hurrying to him. He pets down his back, wondering how painful it would be if he tried to wash him clean. “Didn’t mean to actually hurt you. I’m sorry.”

Felix looks up, dazed. “What are you talking about?” he mumbles.

“You—you’re bleeding,” Chan says helplessly with a vague gesture.

Felix just smiles, lazy and undisturbed. “I said I wanted it,” he says, tone serene and level. He peels himself off the wall, straightening as he goes, turning and wrapping his arms around Chan’s shoulders. “Mm, it felt good. So good, Chan, I haven’t come that hard in so long. Don’t be sorry. I don’t mind a little blood.”

“Jesus,” Chan says weakly, catching him and holding him close. “I still feel bad. Let me take care of it, okay? Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Chan cleans him out tenderly, pressing apologetic kisses to his low back and the swell of his asscheeks. Felix makes little hurt noises, but there’s just as much pleasure in his voice as there is pain, so Chan keeps going until the water runs clear. If Felix liked it—then Chan has to admit it’s a little hot. Still, a sort of prickling guilt settles under his skin. His memory of those moments feels almost blurry. He isn’t quite sure what came over him—just that Felix asked, and Chan, like always, said yes.

At last, they turn off the water. Chan collects their mess, tossing the used condom and its wrapper in the trash and setting the lube on the counter. He dries both him and Felix off, then pulls on his underwear from before while Felix goes out into his room to find himself something to wear. Chan follows slowly, placing his clothes on Felix’s desk before joining him in bed.

Felix curls into his side, pressing sweet, openmouthed kisses to his chest. “Chan,” he says, soft and dreamy. “Thank you.”

“For nearly sending you to the ER?” Chan asks wearily.

Felix giggles. “I liked it,” he says. “Felt so good. And you always treat me so nice after.”

Chan kisses the top of his head. “Of course I do,” he murmurs. “Least I can do after taking you apart is to put you back together.”

Felix giggles again, and they lapse into silence. Chan listens to Felix breathe–deep, measured, sated. He glances out the window, stroking Felix’s back absently. The sun is bright on the gardens below, a perfect day, almost unreal.

Finally, Felix speaks. “Chan?” There’s something strange in his voice, quivering and vulnerable. Chan blinks, suddenly curious and afraid all at once.

“Yeah?” he replies.

“Do you—?” Felix cuts himself off, his voice wavering still. He’s silent for a few long moments while Chan waits, scarcely breathing. He can hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He can feel Felix’s against his chest.

“What?” he asks, after a minute has passed and Felix still hasn’t said anything.

He can feel Felix deflate, and the tension is gone. When he speaks, his voice is slow and sleepy again. “Do you think you really can come visit me at school?”

Chan lets out a breath. Whatever Felix wanted to say, this isn’t it. But he won’t push. He knows that won’t get him anywhere. “Yeah,” he says softly, brushing some of Felix’s hair back before it falls into his eyes. He looks down at him, this terrible, beautiful boy. He’s not a monster, Chan thinks. He’s not even really spoiled, or at least that’s not why he acts the way he does. He’s just lonely. Maya’s voice plays in his head. He’s just really sad. And Chan still doesn’t know why. But he does know that whether Felix ever tells him or not, he’ll be here. “Of course, I’ll come visit,” he says. “Just say the word. I’ll come.”

Felix makes a happy noise, snuggling closer. Chan tightens his hold on him, feeling his pretty, lithe body under his arms.

His life, he knows, will be in three parts, now and forever. Before I met you, he thinks. When I had you. And after you leave. How cruel, he thinks, that the most difficult part of the three will also be the longest.

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cleolinda · 10 months

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Weekend links

My posts

Perfume: a twofer on the subject of Joy (1930, 2018, 2019):

The Scent of the Century

The dastardly reason they don't produce it anymore

I just wanted to post a Donna Summer video, and then I wrote an essay about disco surviving the night they blew up records in Comiskey Park.

Health conditions we have discovered to be connected to each other (generally via the immune system or diabetes): immune dysfunction, diabetes/insulin resistance, bipolar disorder, long covid, autism, ADHD, and polycystic ovarian syndrome, for starters. Guess who has fucking all of them. EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED pepe silvia string board dot jpg.

As Pride Month wrapped up, I found the post that helped me figure some stuff out several years ago.

Reblogs of interest

Julian Sands, who went missing on Mount Baldy back in January, has been identified

Oh boy, Twitter is genuinely unusable and I think Elon fucked it up for real this time

oh my god dril is leaving

Never not angry about what happened with Sleepy Hollow

TREE! LAW! TREE! LAW!

Video

Ghost Files: The Chilling Labyrinth of the Winchester Haunted Mansion

Los espookies: if you thought you heard it, no you didn’t

the feel when you realize Janelle Monáe is at your local Pride parade

Behind the scenes of "Bad Romance": SCAMPER

I truly assumed this was a parody: the single-sided jiggler

The sacred texts

RANDY YOUR STICKS

Personal tags of the week

Animal sounds, including one of my favorite subgenres, singing dogs

#weekend links #odds and ends #linkspam

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imagineanime2022 · 1 year

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Secret To Public

Kyotani Kentaro X Male!Reader

Word Count: 1074

Requested: Anon

Request: 🎐🤍💿 can i get a Kyotani Kentaro x Male reader, where the reader is Aoba Johsais manager and nobody on the team knows that they are dating yet—and Oikawa keeps making moves on the reader and it makes Kyotani jealous? (sorry for not good wording, very sleepy rn lololol) 🎐🤍💿

You and Kyotani had been dating for a little while, you had met him when he came to the gym to practice late one night and you had just managed to kick Oikawa out, you complimented him and even asked that he tried out for the team but he shut you down said he didn’t work well in a team and no one even wanted him there, you didn’t believe that for a second, with how dysfunctional the rest of the boys were you had no doubt that he would fit in. In the time that it took you to convince him to join the team you actually ended up dating him, you never told anyone, you assumed that he would want to keep his private life private and you had no problem with that.

You were laying around in your bedroom, he was on his back with you draped over him as he played with your hair “they asked me to join.” He mumbled. “Hm?” You hummed moving your head so your chin rested on your hand to connect your eyes with his. “The team… Well, Iwaizumi asked me to join the team, something about needing my help to beat the teams that they’re going to be facing.” He said lowly. “Well yeah, we really need someone like you, you’ll confuse them no problem.” You nodded and he raised an eyebrow. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?” He asked. “Yes. You know your way different than anyone else on the team.” You explained and he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. “You’ll be there the whole time?” He asked. “Yeah.” You answered with a nod. “I guess I’ll see how it goes then.” He shrugged. “Thank you.” You smiled as you pushed yourself up to straddle his waist leaning down to press a kiss to his lips.

Practice went about as well as you thought it would. He clashed with almost everyone on the team, no one more so than Oikawa, who believed himself the highest authority. You knew that Kyotani was never going to listen to him and you could definitely see that he was getting aggravated, you wanted to go over and talk to him but you weren’t sure that he was even going to want that. Your eyes were still trained on him when someone else came over to you. “Scary Mad Dog don’t worry I’ll protect you.” Oikawa said having seen where you were looking. “What?” You asked looking at him, confusion clear on your face as he giggled. “I protect you from the scary new player, do you need to tell him something?” Oikawa asked, looping an arm over your shoulder, “What are you staring at him for anyway, I’m right here.” “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that you really aren’t my type, pretty boy?” You asked as you looked at him and laughed. “A few more times I’m still not getting it.” Oikawa smiled. “Get back on the field.” You ordered. “The only reason that you are a star player is because I can’t play.” “Of course.” Oikawa smirked before going back to practice with the others.

Later that evening, you were sitting in the gym waiting for everyone else to leave so that you could lock up, almost everyone was out, Oikawa being dragged away by Iwaizumi who was closely followed by Hanamaki and Matsukawa, all the others leaving of their own accord, the only one that you hadn’t seen was Kyotani, you decided to go into the changing room and make sure that he was okay. “Ken!” You yelled through the changing room. “What?” He asked, you walked towards where you heard his voice and saw that he was still getting changed. “Are you okay?” You asked. “Fine.” He answered as he dried his hair. “You don’t seem fine.” You frowned. “Look I really don’t need you fussing over me alright?” He asked. “You're going to want to revise your tone if you still want to call me your boyfriend tomorrow.” You warned him and you heard him sigh as he let his head drop, his shoulders dropping. “I’m sorry I just don’t like the way that he talks to you and touches you.” He finally said. “Who?” You asked. “Oikawa.” He answered and you smiled as you walked towards him looping your arms around his neck smiling softly. “Are you jealous?” you asked as you leaned up your mouth a breath away from his. “You know all we have to do is tell them that we’re dating.” “I never said that we were keeping it a secret.” He grabbed your waist pulling you closer to him, his naked chest pressed flat to your clothed one. “Oh really?” You asked, he smirked and pressed a kiss to your lips only tightening his grip on you as you attempted to pull away from him. You slipped your phone out of your back pocket snapping a picture of the both of you. Kyotani finally pulled away from you to see what you were doing. “What are you doing?” He asked, watching you pull up Oikawa’s text thread with yourself. “Just sending a message to Oikawa.” You answered, attaching the picture with the caption ‘really not my type, pretty boy’. Kyotani smirked before pressing send for you and pulling you into another kiss. “Come on get changed, we can finish this back at my place or something, I have to lock this place up.” You reminded him and he gave an annoyed groan before doing as you asked.

Oikawa let out a distressed noise as he looked at his phone “Why would he send me this.” He whined holding his phone up for the others. “Because you don’t take no for an answer.” Iwaizumi answered. “He has told you before that he’s not interested.” Matsukawa shrugged. “You're still trying.” Hanamaki smirked. “Iwa-chan my heart is broken!” He whined. “I’m sure you’ll find someone else by this time tomorrow.” Iwaizumi muttered as he continued to eat. “You don’t care?” Oikawa asked. “I’ll care when you’re actually hurt.” Iwaizumi muttered, slapping Oikawa’s hands away as he tried to reach out for him. “You really think he’s going to be okay?” Matsukawa asked as he watched Hanamaki tease Oikawa about something. “He’ll be fine.” Iwaizumi waved off the question in favour of finishing his meal and getting as far away from the star setter as possible.

Request Here!!

#haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu #kentaro kyotani oneshot #kentaro kyotani imagine #kentaro kyotani #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #male reader

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merlinrarepairfest · 4 months

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Round Up 5

Another week of marvellous fills finishes! As always, you can find them beneath the cut - leave our lovely creators some love <3

Title: Save a Horse, ride a Knight Writer: Laevateinn Rating: T Warnings: N/A Medium/Word Count: 1k Pairing/main characters: Gwaine/Percival Up to 10 tags: Canon Divergence, Gwaine admitted he was of noble blood, Percival came to Camelot to work, Tournament, Favours, Gwaine is oblivious

Summary:

Imagine a world where Gwaine admitted being of noble blood and stayed as a knight, long before he actually does in the show. What if, in that world, he and the other Knights of the Round Table had met differently? What if Percival, for example, had decided to travel to Camelot and work there? Where he would have met Gwaine, and worked with him? Surely, these two can stay professional, or simply friends, right?

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51384994

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Title: the gold and the rust Writer: Shana_Rose | @shana-rosee Rating: T Warnings: None Medium/Word Count: 1,176 Pairing/main characters: Mergwenthur Up to 10 tags: Mergwenthur, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Battle of Camlann, Hurt Arthur Pendragon, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, POV Merlin, Sleepy Cuddles

Summary:

The bright light of early morning hit aggressively against his eyes. Merlin winced, scrunching his eyes in hopes of the light going away. He pressed his head further into his arm, resting on top of the soft sheets of the bed. His back was aching from sleeping in a chair. Just as he wondered why he would sleep in such an uncomfortable position, he bolted up. His breath caught in his throat as he turned his head towards the head of the bed. - Arthur survives Camlann.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51432988

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Title: Jealous of him, I want to be yours Writer: HadrianPeverellBlack | @evadne01 Rating: General Warnings: N/A Medium/Word Count: fic/ 1,891 Pairing/main characters: Merlin/Gwaine, Merlin/Lancelot, Gwaine/Merlin/Lancelot Up to 10 tags: POV Gwaine, Protective Gwaine, Protective Lancelot, Supportive Lancelot, Supportive Gwaine, Powerful Merlin, Jealous Gwaine, Pining Gwaine, Post-Season/series 03, Pre Season/Series 04

Summary:

Gwaine is jealous. Not of Arthur, because even if he and Merlin are basically joined at the hip, it's obvious that the royal numpty has no idea about Merlin's magic. No, Gwaine is jealous of Lancelot, because he's the only one who does know.

AO3 link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/51174415

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Title: The Best Way to Cover Something Up… Writer: sleepygecko Rating: General Warnings: None Medium/Word Count: Fic/1999 words Pairing/main characters: Merlin & Mordred & Morgana Up to 10 tags: Child Mordred, Mordred moves to Camelot

Summary:

When Merlin helps the little Druid boy escape the guards, they flee to Morgana’s chambers. Together, they come up with an epic sob story to cover up the boy’s sudden appearance, something so emotional that Arthur “emotionally dysfunctional” Pendragon won’t look too closely at. Welcome to Camelot, Mordred of Ealdor.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51462367

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Title: Stolen Moments Writer: Lemon_pH Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Medium/Word Count: 2,5k (2544) Pairing/main characters: Gaius/Uther Pendragon Up to 10 tags: Canon Era, Merlin/Arthur is a background, Hurt/Comfort

Summary:

Those are just moments in the vast fabric of life. But we cherish them, keep them close to our hearts, Because at the end, they're all that we have of each other.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51023428

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Title: powerful Writer: I_think_he_knows | @marlenemckinnonsuppremacy Rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Medium/Word Count: 1127 words Pairing/main characters: Gwen/Arthur/Merlin Up to 10 tags: BAMF Merlin, Merlin is powerful and everyone knows it, BDSM, Smut,

Summary:

Gwen has always felt Merlin has a powerful vibe about him, which she finds very sexy. When she marries Arthur, upon finding out they are both attracted to him, they invite him to their bed or to be their partner. Gwen tells them about a fantasy she’s had since they were all younger: Merlin taking her, and claiming her as Arthur watches, tied up and unable to do anything about it or pleasure himself.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51062878

#bbc merlin #merlin rare pair fest #round up post

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amazinglyegg · 1 year

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it's been a second but now i gotta ask

any wholesome carrington headcanons ? hobbies , habits , etc. ?

(maybe sometime we should chat and discuss the grumpy man 👀 it's nice to have other enthusiasts around lol)

WOO CARRINGTON!! I'm sorry this took a while to get out I have such bad writers block atm but I can't NOT make posts about my blorbo <3

Wholesome Carrington Headcanons

I like to think the Railroad is a pretty tight-knit place and everybody gets along fairly well

Like Deacon says: "We're just one big dysfunctional family... with guns!"

That includes meals together, game nights, domestic sleepy mornings, whatever comes to mind

Game nights are... interesting to say the least

Reminds me of this incorrect quotes post I have accepted as canon (Carrington's Great Jenga Tantrum)

I constantly see Carrington cutting up big hunks of meat at one of the benches in his area so on top of being their doctor he probably also cooks

He tries to make enough food for everyone in HQ and will chase down anyone trying to avoid taking care of themselves and give them a plate

Some agents think it's a waste of time because everyone is on different schedules but Carrington really likes it

He keeps track of any allergies as well as general likes and dislikes and tries to make something for everyone

Deep down he has a soft spot for all the agents in the Railroad

If someone's clearly struggling he'll be quieter and more patient with them

Says he doesn't like working with kids or animals but acually is really good with them

Mentioned this already in another headcanons post but him and Deacon get along well!

Deacon actually trusts him a lot (for Deacon's standards)

Most of the others (Tom, Drummer Boy, Glory) have a habit of spilling information Deacon tells them because they don't understand just how private Deacon really is

Carrington takes patient confidentiality very seriously and understands that Deacon doesn't really let people know anything about him, not even the basics

Carrington probably knows Deacon better than anyone else at this point, and he's the only doctor Deacon can comfortably go to

You can often find Carrington collecting and working through crosswords, word searches, sudoku, or any other word/number games

He likes keeping his brain sharp but reading hurts his eyes, so puzzles are the second best thing

In Switchboard they had a table dedicated to a 1000 piece puzzle

Six pieces were missing. Carrington was upset.

I feel like he's the type of guy to accept and keep ALL gifts given to him, especially from children

Between joining the Railroad and move from Switchboard he's lost basically all his gifts

Synth Shaun drew him a picture while staying in HQ and Carrington framed it and put it up on the wall

He generally acts all tough on the outside but is a real softie on the inside <3

#also i would LOVE TO CHAT!!!#i am Very Horrible At Conversations though so please bear with me #fallout 4 #doctor carrington #railroad #deacon #headcanons

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dreamsclock · 2 years

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i am so excited for the people to properly meet c!fizz and c!aeri i think they will love how healthy and not at all messy their relationship is :D

the sun smp is full of normal and healthy relationships like c!fizz and c!aeri (<- affirmation)! we have the same brain and i figured i should write a little something something about our two characters here :] enjoy if you read this!!

there are about aeri and i’s characters on the sun smp, which is streamed live on twitch and is a roleplay server ft. loads of my friends!! you should check it out if you haven’t heard it it :D

“I want a family,” Fizz says tonelessly, staring out over the server — his server, Aeri corrects herself absently, wings humming softly in the soft morning sun, it’s his server, “and a place to call home.”

He looks almost peaceful in the community garden, if it hadn’t been for his brows, furrowed in thought, and the armour. Fizz has taken to wearing less armour around her recently, and she doesn’t know why it makes her feel so uneasy: he’s trusting her, that’s a good thing, isn’t it? She supposes, with a sting of dismay, that he’s also decided she’s not a threat.

Well. That’s a good thing. Aeri has no intention of causing violence on this server.

(It’s not just Fizz that wants a home.)

“It’s why we’ve got the community house, right?” She says hesitantly, watching the boy’s eyes drag themselves over to her and landing on her with a sharp edge. The words feel clumsy in her mouth. “We’ve… got a home. A family, here.”

Her. Fizz. Val. Crispy and Ry and Sunny and Stets, and every other person since that’s joined. Even Rupert— no matter how much Fizz dislikes the Enderman living in their house— is part of the family, their family. It doesn’t matter how dysfunctional, how tense, how uncertain everything is. They’re family now, in a sense, and Aeri aches to keep them clutched tight to her chest, doesn’t want to feel the loneliness that comes with being the only one in the community home at nights.

Well. Her eyes dart back to Fizz. He’s usually there too. No matter how often he leaves, when night falls and his sun disappears, he always finds his way back to the community home.

To home.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Fizz says, more than a little cynical, biting deep into a golden apple like he has stacks to spare, “family. It’s not— we’re not— None of this is family. Not yet. We’ve got a long way to go before it’s family.”

And when Fizz says we, Aeri knows sun means you. She doesn’t protest, doesn’t even bat an eyelid: she thinks she’s beginning to understand the server owner’s mind, little by little. She knows this, at least. It’s routine.

So she smiles faintly, looks out across the hills and forests. Birch trees stretch out branches in hello, birds sing a sleepy song, and Aeri’s smile grows a little more genuine.

“I know. But we’re getting there. We’ll get there. And…” She pauses, letting the words roll around in her mouth for a second. “And you’ve got me to keep things peaceful. That’s enough, right?”

Fizz looks at her then, really looks at her. And Aeri doesn’t feel enough — she never has, and the way Fizz appraises her doesn’t help her self esteem in the slightest — but she’s done fine so far. She’s kept the peace. She’s made people happy. She’s created a home, not just for her, but for everyone on the server.

(Except Nighty, who runs as fast as they can in the opposite direction, away from Home, away from Fizz. Except Dr3, the earthen god who lives so far underground even Fizz can’t reach them.)

(Aeri tries to ignore the loose ends. She doesn’t talk of Nighty. She remains respectful of Dr3. She can’t think about the loose ends pulling her woven tapestry apart.)

There are no wars, no battles, no rivalries. The only enemy of the server has fled along with their pet. Everything else is as normal as a server can get. And it’s early days, of course. Any day now, something awful could happen and destroy everything. She’s not a fighter, she’s not a defender. If the home falls, she can’t stop it.

But she’s determined to keep the community home a place of peace. She’s determined to keep the whole server a place of peace. And Fizz’s eyes find that when he gazes at her, and for the first time, it’s Fizz that looks away first, nodding in something resembling satisfaction.

“I think you’ll do,” he says, and Aeri feels warm pride blossom in her chest. “You’ll do.”

You’ll do.

It’s enough to ignore the prickle of anxiety that rises with it.

You’ll do.

She hopes she will.

#> sunsmp posting #> aeri tag #> goldeneyed (c!fizz)#> silverwings (c!aeri)#DONT MIND MY MEDIOCRE TAGS #sunsmp #sun smp

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idkanametoputhere · 1 year

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I have collected another 10 screenshots from the ignyhide book so here we go again (except I barely moved on with the story cause I was stuck in a battle lmao)

obviously spoilers, again

LOOK AT THEM!!! MY BOYYYYYS!! SO PRETTYYYTT!!!

now to the dysfunctional ones, I don't even remember why this was a screenshot I took but pop off riddle, u tell him

AZUL!! DONT LET RIDDLE GET HURT!! I BARELY KNOW HOW TO COOK BUT I WILL LEARN HOW TO COOK OCTOPUS AND I SWEAR TO ANYTHING HOLY I WILL FIND U AND COOK U

stfu jamil idc if ortho is literally being a criminal rn, do NOT be rude to my boy. u are already in thin ice because of ur whole existence (although I do like jamil but shhhh) so stfu

ortho. my love. my baby. my sweet boy. my ray of sunshine. my soul. I can't keep defending u dawg

I AM SO FUCKING LUCKY OMFG SUCK IT U FUCKING ELSA MONSTER WANNABE BITCH SHHAHAH THATS THE PHANTOM LUCK BABYYYYY LESS GOOOOO(I'm a liar and a hypocrite, I'm so unlucky it hurts)

little sleepy boyyyyy awwwssndhdhsjnsbdgdudk

I changed my name from Phantom to Phan (aka my nickname) cause I have my name set as phan in many other games but goddamn it is so weird seeing it oh my god

they sound like my grandparents when telling stories from their youth

HE DID WHAT NOW???? AND FOR HOW LONG????? SJDGJSJSJSJS?????

that is it for today, I swear I will write for soon, spring break is coming up for me sooooo yeah I will write then

#disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst disney #twst ignihyde #ignyhide #twst spoilers #book 6 spoilers #twst book 6 #book 6 twst #book 6 #ignihyde

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leelei1980 · 1 year

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Part 14- Beauty and the Freak

Birthday Boy🌶️

Mature 18+ Smut Minors DNI

Ronnie

" We don't have a lot of time Steve, he'll be back in just a second. We are still on for Saturday right?"

Steve leaned in."Yes. To my knowledge he has no idea. He is going to be shocked."

" That is the plan! " I looked over Steve's shoulder and saw Eddie walking back with Robin, his movie selection in hand. I backed up. " I'll have to call you in the morning before I go to school is that ok? That is pretty much the only time Eddie's not around."

"What about later tonight?"

" Sometimes he drops me off at home then parks down the street and sneaks in my window."

" He is like literally always around you."

" Makes it hard to be sneaky huh?" I laughed. I watched Eddie walk over and put his movie on the counter grab a box of candy." Sour patch kids? "

" What is wrong with sour patch kids? They are sour, then sweet- just like me."

He smiled his big toothy smile.

" You are the only person that buys this candy, Munson." Steve shook the box and put it back on the counter.

" What would you pick Steve?"

"M&Ms. Hands down. Popcorn and M&ms best combo ever. Sweet and salty."

" Oh Salty , just like you?" Robin laughed.

" Haha Robin." Steve shook his head.

I laughed. " Let me guess, something scary?"

" Creepy, not scary."

" You think it is soooo funny when something jumps out and scares the crap out of me."

" It makes you cuddle closer." He smiled again and put his arm around my shoulder.

" If I cuddled any closer I would be in your lap."

"Best seat in the house sweetheart."

" You guys are gross. Take your movie and disgusting candy and get out of my store!" Steve joked.

" Ok, ok we are out of here. Bye guys!" We walked out and got into the van.

Time to lay down some groundwork, " So Saturday, I was thinking maybe we could take a ride to the grand opening of that new music store, I have heard that their instrument selection is stellar, like they have everything.,I know you need new guitar strings and picks right? Then maybe we could stop and get lunch?"

" Sounds like a perfect way to spend my birthday baby." He smiled." Usually Wayne makes me my favorite dinner and we just hang out. I'm kind of bummed that he isn't going to be home this year."

" That sucks Eds ." I rubbed his knee." What do you want for your birthday dinner baby?"

" Mac and Cheese."

" I make a yummy Mac and cheese. I got you covered."

" That would be awesome, thank you princess."He smirked ." Do you remember what happened the first time you made me dinner?"

I smirked back at him." Like I could forget! We had sex for the first time ever on the counter,

for the second time in the shower, then the third time when I came out in your Hellfire club shirt. Pretty sure we would have gone for four, sleepy eyed, wild haired, raspy voice sex if you hadn't been woken up by our little nosy dysfunctional family."

" I felt totally robbed, I told Steve that. I told him that instead of a lazy morning in bed with my girl in my arms , cuddling, I wake up to frantic knocking and all of them barging into my house because Red was nosy and saw a car in the driveway. Then they had the audacity to stare at you when you came walking out. You looked fuckin smoking in nothing but my shirt and your little undies, hair all wild from sex and sleepy eyes still half closed. I didn't get a chance to fully appreciate you in that moment because I was too busy telling my friends to stop staring at you because they are perverts and don't know how to be gentlemen. I mean, I kind of get the shrimps, they had never seen a half naked girl before but Steve? Like dude, don't drool over your buddy's girlfriend. That's just good manners."

I laughed. " I thought I was going to die, the worst part was when I realized my bra was still on the kitchen floor! There is no discreet way to go over and pick it up without everyone knowing. Thank god you threw me your jacket."

" It's just that we never get to stay together over night and wake up together. I really do feel robbed that I didn't get wake up with you snuggled up to my chest or watch you sleep."

" I remember that I slept so good that night. I am a horrible sleeper too. I think it was because I just felt so comforted with you there. I don't think I tossed and turned at all."

" Maybe you were just exhausted from all the boning."

" Jesus" I shook my head and chuckled. " It is quite possible it was from the boning. You have a way with words Munson."

" It's my inventive and colorful vocabulary that keeps you coming back for more Sweetheart ." He smirked.

" I'm pretty sure it's the boning that keeps me coming back-"

He barked out a laugh" THIS is what keeps me coming back. Your sass and wit."

" I thought it was my rack."

He rubbed my leg." I love you so fucking much. I swear to god you were made for me."

" Good morning!" I said into the phone early the next morning.

" How can you be so cheerful? It's 6:00!" Steve grumbled into the phone.

" I know, I'm sorry! So surprise party Saturday, horror movie themed, I am going to take him out of town to that new music store then out to lunch- how long do you think we will need to set up?"

" We will have the kids here to help, Robin and Nancy, couple hours?"

"I know you are close with the parents, what are the chances that they would let them stay at a co- ed slumber party at Eddie's?"

" I don't think that they would be worried about the shrimps so much as they would be about us older kids hooking up."

" If it makes them feel better we can do it at my house, Mom and Bill will be home. I just want them to be able to stay, then we can truly have an all night movie marathon. I think they would love that."

" I do too. So your mom will be cool with it? "

" Im sure. We will take over the basement."

" What about Jason?"

" I will have a discussion with him. If he doesn't like it he can leave. He has a million friends, he can go to someone's house."

" Good luck with that. Oh! Robin and I found some old scary movie posters in the storage room at family video- we can use them for decorations and maybe some balloons?."

" That is awesome! We should see if we can find like, scary movie costumes too or something. Then they could wear them when they jump out and say surprise, scare the shit out of him, he would love it, and it would be payback for me, I mean he is always scaring me."

Steve laughed." I am pretty sure Max has every scary mask you could imagine , she scared the shit out of me once with a Mike Meyers one.."

" Perfect! Thank you so much for helping me with this party Steve. I really can't thank you enough. Wayne is great but I don't think Eddie really got any of this when he was a kid. I think he will love it."

" Its no problem Ronnie. I am glad to help. Eddies my friend, your my friend. It's what friends do."

" I just really appreciate it."

" So I will talk to the parents, ensure them that we will all be on our best behavior and an adult will be present."

" Awesome. I will take care of food, Eddie wants Mac and cheese for his birthday dinner so I will make a big batch , I will order pizza, we can make popcorn and I will pick up a bunch of candy. Oh, and we will pick up a birthday cake."

" I think we got it all covered."

"Perfect! I am going to let you go, I've got to finish getting ready. I will call you Saturday before we head back to the house to make sure things are all set back here. If you guys need more time I will stall."

" Hopefully we won't, but I am sure you can find ways to distract him."

" I am sure I can come up with something." I smiled to myself.

" On that note, have a good day at school. Say hey to my girls at lunch for me."

" Sure thing Harrington, you have a good day too! Bye!"

I got up early Saturday morning, every thing was prepped for Eddie's party, my mom agreed to the Sleepover and so did the other parents after hearing that she would be home. I asked her if I could borrow her car to drive Eddie around and she agreed. I grabbed her keys, the spare key to Eddie's that his Uncle gave me and headed out. When I got there I unlocked the door as quietly as possible and tiptoed back to his room, quietly shedding my clothes as I walked back until I was in nothing but undergarments. His bedroom door was cracked open so I quietly snuck in. He was passed out, sleeping on his side ,sheets partially covering his body. I could hear his deep breathing. I took a moment to appreciate his sexy body, well At least what I could see of it . His broad shoulders, muscular chest and and trim waist. It's no wonder that wanted to jump his bones every time I saw him. I carefully lifted up the cover's and slid in behind him. I draped my arm around his waist and snuggled up against his warm body. He made a little Mmmmm, noise in his sleep, I kissed his shoulder, lightly brushed his hair away and kissed his neck. He made another noise and I smiled. I wonder if he thought he was dreaming. I ran my hand down his chest, he stirred.

" Good morning birthday boy," I whispered in his ear.

He slowly rolled onto his back and smiled, " this is way better than the dream I was having." His voice was gruff and sexy from sleep.

" I thought that maybe we could make up for the morning cuddles we missed out on that morning the gang invaded." I leaned over and lightly kissed his lips, I smiled at his sleepy eyed grin." Your so fucking adorable Munson."

" This is the best birthday ever." He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me up on top of him. He rubbed a hand over his face. " Jesus fuckin Christ sweetheart, your so goddamn hot."

I smiled down at him. " I wanted to wear something I thought you would like." I am not the type of girl that usually wakes up and takes an hour to get ready but this morning I put a little more effort into it, I twisted and pinned most of my hair back except for a couple of loose curly tendrils, did a Smokey eye with some plum colored eyeshadow that I knew would make my eyes pop and that matched the lacy plum push up bra and panties that I decided to wear under my red sweater and black skirt, which were currently laying in the hallway. I topped my lips with a clear gloss knowing that there was no pint in wearing lipstick that was just going to smear off anyway. I have never been comfortable in my own skin until Eddie. I was self conscious and embarrassed and always trying to hide my curves, Eddie loves my body just the way it is and that made me confident, enough so that I bought fancy undergarments just to show off to him. This bra had my breast popping, and I knew it would drive him crazy.

" Baby you could wear absolutely nothing and I would like it, but this," he ran his finger just under the lace and against my skin." This is..." he trailed off as he pulled the guitar pick necklace out from my cleavage." I don't even have words baby. The hair, the makeup, the lace-"

" I can feel your appreciation, literally." I smirked and pushed my self off his chest and sat up. He groaned as I slowly slid my body along his boxers ,teasing . I could feel how hard he was underneath me already and it made me wet. I lightly ran my nails across his chest and saw goosebumps instantly. He sucked in a sharp breath.

" Baby your killing me here."

" Baby it's time for me to repay you for being the most giving, considerate lover in the world, always looking out for my needs, first." I leaned back down and kissed him, deeply this time pressing my body tightly to his., I nipped at his lip lightly with my teeth and he moaned again. I kissed my way down his jaw, his neck, nipped at his shoulder and got quite a reaction from that.

"Jesus Christ Princess-"

I continued trailing kisses down the middle of his chest, dipped my tongue into his bellybutton and then stopped at the waist of his boxers. I looked up at him. " Slide these off and sit on the edge of the bed for me baby? Please?"

He looked down at me, brown eyes wide. I took his hands and pulled him to sitting up position. I hopped off the bed and kneeled on the floor and patted the bed in front of me. " Best seat in the house baby." I winked. I watched him swallow hard and swing his legs to the side. I slid his boxers down and there it was. I had never given anyone a blow job before but I figured that there probably wasn't really a way to mess it up. I looked up at Eddie as ran my hands along the inside of his thighs, I watched his breathing quicken I lightly stroked his rock hard member with my hand. I watched him bite his lip, so goddamn hot. I licked my lips then slowly leaned forward eyes locked with his and slid my mouth around his cock. The noise he made was almost feral, so I kept going, slowly bobbing my head back and forth. I felt his hands move down to my head, felt his fingers in my hair. I pulled away a moment and licked the length of it and then I wrapped my hand around it and stroked. Whatever I was doing seemed to be the right thing from his reaction. When I slid my mouth around it again he groaned my name. I was so turned on.

He lightly tugged my hair." Stop baby,"

I pulled away quickly, " Am I doing something wrong?"

" No baby, " he pulled me up and sat me on his knee. " I want to be inside you. I want to cum together."

I stood up and slid off my panties then lowered my self down onto him. A moan escaped my own lips as he filled me. He kissed my throat and buried his head in my neck as he unclasped my bra and slid it down my arms. My breasts were in his mouth and his hands were on my hips as I rocked slowly back and forth taking in every inch of him.

" It feels so fucking good inside you Princess, so tight.." He breathed into my ear." Are you going to come for me?"

I bit my lip and nodded. He thrusted up as I rocked faster and I thought I was going to lose my mind.

" Open those beautiful eyes darling "

I opened my eyes and locked eyes with him as we both climaxed together. There was nothing sexier than the look on his face as he released. He reached up and took my face in his hands and kissed me, kissed me so hard that I thought I would never catch my breath, then he held me to his chest. " I love you so much baby. I fucking love you so much."

" I love you too Eddie, with all my heart." I got up off of him and snuggled up beside him on the bed. He kissed the top of my head and wrapped his comforter around us.

" That was fucking fire baby." He lifted my chin and kissed me again." Absolute fire."

I looked up at him and smiled. " It's always so good baby."

" Baby when you looked up at me, with your big beautiful eyes and licked you lips right before you- God," he smiled and ran a thumb over my lips.

I blushed. " I didn't know what I was doing."

" Baby, you knew exactly what you were doing."

" I have had butterflies all morning. "

" I'm going to have butterflies all day thinking about it."

" Really? So if I look over at you and see you with a dreamy look on your face it is because your thinking of me," I leaned in close to his ear and whispered, " with your cock in my mouth?"

He turned to face me a sexy smile on his face. " Fuck. I think we need to go wash those filthy words out of your pretty mouth. Your my dirty little angel ."

I felt my face getting hot. Taking it to a whole new level today."Hey, I think I owe you, what, nineteen birthday spankings?"

" Prefer to do the spanking." He wrapped his arms around me and threw me backwards on the bed. I laughed and tried to crawl away and as I did I felt a light smack on my ass.

" You better watch out Munson, I might start to like it." I felt him grab my legs and pull me towards him. I giggled and flailed and in two seconds he had me underneath him and arms pinned above my head. I wiggled underneath him.

He looked down at me concern on his face. " I'm not hurting you am I? Are you ok?"

" Your not hurting me. I kind of like it" I smiled and kissed him." I must warn you that I do watch a lot of wrestling, I will probably get out of this. I am not down for the count yet."

He laughed a playful look in his eye." Ok try, try to get out of this."

I bit my lip in concentration, how the hell was I going to do this.He laughed as I contemplated what to do.I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and started moving from side to side and when I had enough momentum I rolled us right over. He looked just as shocked as I did when I pinned his arms up above his head." I'm a motherfucking ninja!"

He laughed till he couldn't breathe." I shouldn't have doubted you Sweetheart, but for a second I thought we were rolling right off this bed."

I laughed. " I did too!" I looked down at him. " So Munson, you seem to be in a very vulnerable position right now."

" It seems that I am, maybe you should take advantage of it."

I leaned down and kissed him." I suppose I should."

We lazed around after our morning shenanigans trying to kill time knowing that I wouldn't be going back to my place until 5:00 that night. I drove Eddie to the new music store and bought him some guitar picks and new strings for his birthday, he tried out a couple of sweet electric guitars while he was there, drawing in a little crowd that clapped and cheered when he was done. After that we got burgers and shakes at a cozy little diner.It made my heart full to see him so happy today, smiling, holding my hand , stealing kisses or walking with his hand in my back pocket. Just genuinely happy. I looked at my watch.4:00. I should call and see where they are at.

" Baby, I'm going to call my mom and check in with her, let her know that both her car and I are safe. You know she worries."

" Sounds good sweetheart, I'll go wait in the car, I want to check out the new patches I got for my vest. Take your time. Tell Lucy I said Hi!"

" I will!" Ran over to a phone booth and dialed my mom's number. She picked up on the second ring

."Hello?"

" Hey Mom! How's it going? The gang all there?"

" Yes, coming along nicely, everything should be ready on schedule! How are thing going with you?"

" Eddie says hi, Mom he is going to be so surprised! I think he is having a great day, he had a crowd of people cheer for him while he played at the music store. It was awesome."

" The gang is working hard, it looks great downstairs, very creepy."

" Well I will see you guys soon! Thanks again Mom for everything."

"No problem, anything for Eddie, he's such a sweet kid. See ya soon! Love ya!"

" Love ya!" I hung up than ran back to the car. Eddie was singing to himself when I got into the car.

" Hey Princess, how's Lucy?"

" She's good. She thinks you're a sweet kid. Boy do you have her fooled."

He smiled." I am sweet."

" Says the boy that slapped my ass earlier."

"Says the girl that liked it." He leaned across the center console and kissed me.

" Think you can pretend that our sexy shenanigans didn't happen when we go to my house later for dinner?"

" I promise I won't tell your mom that you're a sexual ninja." He laughed and it made me laugh. " This morning was amazing. This whole day has been amazing. Thank you for making it so special."

" I love you." I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his.

" I love you too baby. " he smiled widely

" Even when I have a filthy mouth, and almost roll you off the bed?"

" Especially when you have a filthy mouth and rough house."

I smiled . " Your really going to love me after you try my Mac and cheese."

He rubbed his hands together" I can't wait."

" Well soon enough. Sit back and relax baby." I put my hand on his thigh like he always does with me.

" I can't relax when your hand is that close to my dick."

" How do you think I feel when you rub my thigh every road-trip?"

" Does it fire you up Princess?"

" Does this fire you up?" I ran my hand further up his leg.

" Baby, I can't be walking into your moms house with a massive chub."

I blushed." Sorry Eds."

He smiled and laughed." Don't worry about it Princess. You just have that affect on me."

I drove us home taking my time, driving on all the back roads stopping to get drinks and sour patch kids for Eddie, he cranked the music and sat back smiling. It felt nice to drive him around for once, as much as I love the man his driving could be a little frightening sometimes. I looked at the clock as we pulled into the driveway, 5:15. Perfect.

We got out and Eddie took my hand and dragged me around the side of the garage. " I need one more kiss from my Angel before we go in and I have to be on my best behavior , so I'm going to make it count ." He smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in for a very steamy kiss. When he pulled away he smiled and took my hand and we walked into the house.

My mom came running out of the kitchen big smile on her face." Happy birthday Eddie!" She pulled him into a tight hug and I smiled as I watched his reaction. He smiled and lightly pat her back.

" Thanks Lucy! And thanks for having me over for dinner. I hear Ronnie make a killer Mac and Cheese."

" She does. She is an excellent cook, she got that from me. " she beamed

" I remember that Chicken soup you sent over for me when I was sick, it was amazing."

" I'm going to go put that Mac and cheese in the oven." She kissed his cheek ," Hope you have a great birthday kid." She smiled and went into the kitchen.

He looked at me and smiled then whispered," I think your mom likes me."

" Was it the death grip hug or the kiss on the cheek that clued you in?"

" If I wasn't so in love with you I would totally make a move on your Mom."

I laughed and playfully pushed him. " Your such a dork." I took his hand. " Come on, I got you a present, I want to give it to you."

" Baby you have already made this the best birthday ever."

I dragged him down the hallway and to the basement door and opened it up." It's down here."

The room was completely dark as we went down the stairs and when we reached the bottom the lights flicked on and everyone jumped out in their scary masks." Surprise!"

Eddie jumped back in surprise, then stood there a minute taking in what was going on. The gang was all here, faces covered with Mike Meyers, Jason and Freddie Kruger masks, fake plastic knives in hand. "Happy birthday!"

" Holy shit! This is fucking awesome!" Eddie had the biggest smile on his face.

Everyone took their masks off and went over to give Eddie a hug, smiles on their faces knowing how much this meant to him. The room was decorated with movie posters and red and black streamers and balloons, it looked awesome. They had a snack table set up and in the back of the room a tv and VCR with a pile of movies. There were sleeping bags and pillows scattering the floor.

I smiled as I watched our friends laugh and talk, Dustin's hands flailing around as he chatted. They were the best group of friends anyone could ever have.

Steve walked up to me smiling." I think we pulled it off. Look at him, I don't think I have ever seen him smile so much."

" He's so happy." I smiled watching Eddie, then turned to Steve." You went above and beyond Harrington, this looks amazing. I couldn't have done this without you. I can't thank you enough." I gave him a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek.

" Well your welcome." He ran his fingers through his hair and smiled. " It was like herding cats keeping these kids on task. They get distracted so easily, then you throw fake weapons into the mix and it's total chaos. Damn kids."

" You're the best Mom ever Steve." I smiled

" I take that as a compliment you know. It's hard raising kids these days." He gestured over to Eddie." He

is particularly giddy , I can imagine that you might have had something to do with that?"

" We had a very nice day." I blushed.

" From the way he keeps looking over at you and smiling I would say it was very nice indeed." He raised his eyebrow.

" I don't kiss and tell Harrington, I'm a lady."

" I know you are. He's lucky to have you. I've known him for a while now and have never, ever seen him like this. He was letting this town get to him. Then you came into the picture, gave the kid a chance and look at him."Steve gestured to him, he was laughing at something Robin said.

" Well it helps that he has the greatest group of friends ever. I am honored that you guys took me in. I haven't had friends like you guys in forever."

" You're a part of our little dysfunctional family of outcasts and nerds." He put his arm around my shoulder.

" You ,Steve' the hair' Harrington is neither outcast or nerd so how did you get involved?"

" I am founding father of this group I will have you know, and I guess maybe I am more of a protector of the outcasts and nerds than anything."

" I see that, you are very protective of them."

" Well they aren't as strong as me so someone has to be the muscle."

I laughed." Eddie's not the muscle?"

Steve laughed." The kid is a string bean, wiry and fast I will give him that. And street smart. He would would fight for you though."

" Wouldn't want him to get hurt."

Steve looked down at me." So I have to ask, because it has always kind of been in the back of my mind, did you have a thing for Eddie before we went out on our date? Or were you really just not into me because I was using all my smoothest moves ."

I bit my lip," I think I had subconsciously had a thing for Eddie since the moment he walked into Mrs. O'Donnells class that first day of school. I just never thought I would have a shot with a guy like him. I had never gotten any attention from guys before so why would I now. Then when I started tutoring him and we started spending more time together, I developed a crush. "I looked up at him."Steve you have got the smoothest moves of any guy that I know, and it's not that I wasn't into you, you're gorgeous and charming and way out of my league. You have quite a reputation, I had never even been on a date."

" So it was already kind of there then."

" Yeah, I just didn't know it. I also couldn't believe that you even asked me out to begin with. from what I hear you were the big man on campus, I am the biggest nerd in the world."

" Dustin is the biggest nerd in the world."

" Ok so maybe I'm not the biggest nerd in the world." I smiled " You made me feel so special that night. You made me feel like I was a girl that someone could want. I don't know if that makes any sense to you or not, but it was very special to me and I won't ever forget it. "

He smiled down at me." I was your first date? First kiss?"

" Not first kiss, but best kiss I had ever had at the time."

" Until Eddie?"

" Until Eddie, but Steve it was still a very, very nice kiss. Second place best kiss ever."

" Well that makes me feel better. I just never had a chance with Mr Dungeon king or whatever stealing your heart first."

" Your my very best guy friend. And now you have Nance again, you guys are destined to be together, you have history!"

" We do, I love Nancy. I knew she wouldn't stay with Jonathan. They don't have the chemistry that we do. "

" You guys are the perfect couple."

" We were, until you guys. It's like you've been together forever. You guys are so like infatuated with each other, the way you look at each other."

As if right on cue Eddie looked over and gave me the sweetest smile then excused himself and came over.

" Deep conversation over here?"

" I am known for my intellectually stimulating conversations." Steve smiled.

" That is exactly what I think of when I think of you."

" No I was just saying that you guys are like the perfect couple. It gross and annoying but also kind of sweet."

" You know what's sweet Harrington? You helping to set all this up. It is so awesome." Eddie gave in a side hug. " Thanks dude."

" Your welcome Munson. Happy birthday. I'm going to go set up the popcorn machine I 'borrowed' from work so we are set for movie time."

"Thanks again Steve!"

Eddie slid around behind me and put his arms around my waist. " This is fucking awesome, thank you. "

" Of course baby. "

" So all night scary movie marathon?"

" The shrimps were pretty excited about it. My Mom agreed to chaperone so they could stay over. You get to sleep down here with Mike, Dustin, Lucas and Steve."

" So in other words I won't be sleeping tonight."

"Probably not." I smiled." It's good bonding time."

" it will consist of them hounding me for insight on the next D&D campaign, and them trying to get details of our love lives."

" Guys talk about that too at sleepovers?"

" These guys do. Don't worry sweetheart, I won't disclose any information."

" Your not going to tell them that I almost flipped you off the bed this morning with my sweet wrestling skills? I'm pretty proud of that move."

He laughed. " I am pretty sure if I told them that Mike would cum in his pants. The kid is has a huge crush on you."

" He doesn't say two words to me."

" It's because he's afraid I'll kill him." He laughed.

My mom opened up the door and yelled " Dinner is ready guys! Come and get it!" And then there was a rush up the stairs.

After dinner and birthday cake we returned to the basement and presented Eddie with a gift certificate to a tattoo parlor that we all pitched in for and he loved it. Then it was scary movie marathon starting with Eddie's favorite Nightmare on Elm Street , then moved on to the Halloween movies, then Friday the 13th. It was nice to have our group together in the same room. With everyone's extra curricular activities and work schedules it didn't happen very often. I was going to miss this when I leave for college so I had to soak it all in now. Everyone stayed strong until around 2:00 in the morning and we knew it was about time to part ways and go to sleep.

" Sweet dreams birthday boy." I pulled Eddie into a big hug.

" Of course they will be sweet, I'll be dreaming of you,." He smiled and kissed me. " Thank you for making this my most memorable birthday ever.”

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ao3feed-crimeboys · 7 months

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Over the Garden Wall

by Riot_anomious

Wilbur and Tommy (step-brothers who despise eachother with a passion), get lost in the woods. Yet something about the boundless abyss of sunset dipped leaves that litter both the trees and the earth is off. With every new person they meet, the two lost souls hear more about a mysterious creature known by all as the Beast. The further they venture towards their home, the further away they get from it as their spirits dwindle and the Beast grows closer.

Or Wilbur and Tommy get lost in the woods. As they aimlessly try to find their way home, the Beast follows their every move - waiting patiently for them to lose hope

Or or Over the Garden Wall au but with Wilbur and Tommy instead and I changed a few things because it's kind of hard to translate into fic form

Words: 5705, Chapters: 1/9, Language: English

Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Kristin Rosales Watson, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo, Jack Manifold, Niki | Nihachu, Charlie Dalgleish | Slimecicle, Adelaide (Over the Garden Wall), The Beast (Over the Garden Wall)

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Kristin Rosales Watson & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Ranboo & Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Jack Manifold & Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit, Jack Manifold & Niki | Nihachu

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Over the Garden Wall Fusion, The Unknown (Over the Garden Wall), Wilbur Soot and Technoblade are Siblings, Sleepy Bois Inc as Family, Fluff and Angst, Kinda, Angst with a Happy Ending, Dysfunctional Family, Enemies to Brothers, Halloween Costumes, woods, just big fuck off forest, Protective Wilbur Soot, Protective Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Drowning, Blood and Injury, Not much tho, Flashbacks, Musical Instruments, Step-Brothers, I'm Bad At Tagging, Its shit, i'll do more as story goes, Minor Character Death

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pyramis-family-official · 1 year

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HEYA, CREATORS MISCREANTS AND MUGGLEBORNS! Here's LeaderEvolution and welcome to the official Pyramis Family (side)blog!

For starters: what's the Pyramis Family, exactly?

Short version, this mess

Slightly longer version: it's the crazy idea of a family dynamic between the Witness and the Disciple Quintet (Rhulk, Nezarec, Savathûn, Eramis and Calus) that popped in my head while writing a Savathûn!centric fanfic back in May 2022 as I was back in my Dream SMP (and mostly Sleepy Bois Inc.) phase

The result was this dysfunctional family that turned incredibly wholesome because I'm an OOC writer with a weakness for the found family trope amongst villains and genocidal god-like creatures

After running a poll, out of 32 resulting votes, 16 were favourable to the creation of this, so I took it as an encouragement and decided to open this blog to gather all the Pyramis Family content, making it more easily accessible to other interested users without having to scroll down my main one

This blog will serve as the main spreading point of the AU - providing information, fanfictions, headcanons, fun facts, shenanigans etc - and even as a bit of a roleplay blog for the various Disciples, the Witness and mostly Rowan, an OC of mine closely related to the Pyramis

Additionally, I will reblog anything that revolves around the Disciples (in terms of fanarts) and that resembles the family dynamic even the slightest (in terms of debates and other stuff), so don't be puzzled if you see your stuff with tags you can't understand: I'm just spreading the Dadness gospel and you people are very cool 👍

Feel free to ask any questions! And, if this is not your cup of tea, please be nice while interacting with this blog - I know this can be considered as unusual content for the Destiny community, but I like giving my contribute in any way possible ^\\\^

Either way, hope you enjoy your stay here. As always, I will see you again IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!

See ya~,

#LeaderEvolution

— 💛 "Fight until the fall." 🖤 —

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A bunch of posts and tags (will be updated with time):

- important addition for those of you more faithful to the canon

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proudfreakmetarusonniku · 2 years

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Ok so here’s the basic framework of the Modern AU. All characters /rp underneath, of course. It’s basically my attempt to recreate c!Tommy's story specifically in a regular modern setting. There’s so much projection here sorry. Not all of it is obviously (I don’t have psychosis, for one, while c!Tommy here doesn’t have my physical health issues) but a LOT of it is sorry 4 traumadumping.

TWs for: death, accidental misgendering (of Fundy, who's an infant), dysfunctional families trying their best, ableism (especially anti-psychotic ableism), bullying, targeted harassment, gaslighting, manipulation, mental health issues, self hatred, suicide (by hanging), kidnapping, medical abuse, physical and psychological abuse, destruction of property as abuse, tampering with meds, overmedication, self harm, Stockholm Syndrome, drowning, imprisonment, broken bones, freezing, classism, gun violence, attempted murder, attempted suicide (by hanging).

After the unfortunate death of their mother, siblings Wilbur and Tommy Craft (along with Wilbur's infant daughter Theodosia) go to live with their father who they haven’t even met in years, Philza, along with their half-brother Techno, in the sleepy town of L'Manberg up north, far away from their previous home in the city.

While Wilbur has a strained relationship with his father, and somewhat resents having to leave behind his old friends (and girlfriend), Tommy's ecstatic to have his estranged dad back in his life, and idolises Philza. Philza, of course, genuinely loves and cares for his boys, but has to keep up a busy schedule to provide for his family and definitely subconsciously favours Techno, the only son of his first wife. All four of them and a crying infant being in a house barely big enough for two, with scant money to spare, tensions are high, especially so soon after everything. Everyone loves each other, of course, but it’s not a great environment.

Now, Tommy has always been kind of a “problem kid”, and he’s been kicked out of more schools than most people have ever been in. He’s kind of accepted what everyone else says about him, and embraces being a chaotic menace, even though he’s a very empathetic kid who has cried accidentally stepping on a bug on multiple occasions. Things got better once he was able to get into therapy- the autism and ADHD were picked up near-immediately, but his psychosis got overlooked for ages because it was rare in kids. Things almost felt like they were getting better, on meds and everything, until everything happened, and so he’s started getting into lots of trouble just to spite authority again.

There’s not really much of that in L’manberg, thought. The local police aren’t really used to doing more than getting cats out of trees and Sam, the local police chief, has a soft spot for kids despite his otherwise comical level of stickling to the rules. There’s probably less than a thousand people around, and most of them are as badly off or worse than the Crafts. Even at the school, Mr Halo is so energetic and genuinely kind to do his best that the worst Tommy really felt the heart to do was swear at him a bit (besides, the man was like seven foot tall and could probably snap him in two, not that Tommy was frightened or anything.)

The only person that Tommy can truly put his soul into pissing off is Dream.

See, Dream is one of the rich fuckers that lives in a big house, always wears fancy clothes, and always seems to be the happiest, sunniest man in the world. He's single-handedly keeping the town running, donating his seemingly endless wealth to keep the town alive despite everything. But there’s something about him that Tommy sees that no one else seems to. It’s all fake. An act. What he really wants is power.

So, Tommy and his friends he made during his time in L'Manberg- Tubbo, Jack, and Niki- make a game out of finding ways to take him down, Wilbur going along to supervise to get them out of trouble. None of them take it seriously, really, except Tommy. And Tommy does manage to find some evidence of this! Through eavesdropping, of course, but he’s done worse.

Tommy, genuinely concerned, tries to spread the word, but he’s met with resistance. Not that of natural skepticism against a random teenager, no. It’s weirdly specific. Everyone looking down on him with pity and fear and reassuring him it’s just his delusions, which is fucking weird because that was his private mental health stuff he hadn’t told them. Come to think of it, people have been treating him weird for ages, ever since he’d started his campaign.

(Maybe he was having delusions? He’d never had these before- the type he had was t one where it felt like he was rotting, dead, where he’d refuse to come out of his room or eat- but maybe the stress was getting to him. Maybe he was just getting worse.)

(No. No, of course he wasn’t. He'd saw shit before, felt things, but he'd never heard things that weren’t real. He didn’t do that).

Suddenly, it feels like the whole town has turned on them. Tommy, Wilbur, Tubbo, Jack, Niki, all of them alike. Everyone cold, everyone aggressive. Whispered rumours, pointed fingers. Even Philza had berated the two for doing something horrible they never remembered doing.

It all clicks, one day, when Dream takes his discs.

Now, Tommy has two discs he keeps locked away at all times. They were the last gifts he ever got from his mother, and have a lot of sentimental value to him. So it was a surprise one day to woke up to Philza yelling at him for stealing Dream's prized discs, and making him give him back. Wilbur tries to back him up, but Philza assumes Tommy can’t be trusted to remember anything and Wilbur is understandably but wrongly trying to protect his little brother, and he’s forced to hand over the last remnants of his mum to Dream, talking kindly about how Tommy couldn’t have known and should be treated fairly while giving him the biggest smirk whenever anyone wasn’t looking.

(Tommy won’t even consider how Dream knew about something only he and Wilbur knew for a long, long time after.)

But what he does consider is that Dream's been turning the town against them. Isolating them, getting everyone to hate them. Out of some sick sense of revenge, to get power back, who fucking knows, but it’s clear to Tommy that Dream's targeting him, and it’s clearer that Dream knows Tommy knows it.

Tommy, feeling guilty, seeks out Dream to make a deal. He'll stop doing anything to hurt him again, and he'll withstand whatever hatred Dream sends against him, but to leave his friends alone. Dream agrees, and coincidentally, every rumour against everyone but Tommy suddenly gets evidence disproving it, as long as he can also keep the discs, to keep control over him. Tommy reluctantly agrees.

(When he tries to tell, everyone says it’s all in his head, and asks if he’s taking his meds.)

Unfortunately, Wilbur never really recovered from the isolation. He starts to believe it’s all his fault for not stopping the kids from taking it too far, and that he’s a terrible influence to everyone around him. He starts lashing out or he just cries all day. He has panic attacks whenever he’s around his child, worried he'll somehow spread the evil he’s convinced is in him.

One day, he can’t be found in the home at all, and when they go out to search Tommy is the one who finds him hanging from a tree in the forest, lifeless and cold.

The funeral is quiet. Just the family. Dream visits the next day to give the grieving family a stipend, and treats Tommy like a sad little helpless child who doesn’t even understand what’s going on while flashing him unempathetic grins when no one else is looking. Tommy tries to punch him and everyone looks at him like he’s insane.

Tommy starts acting out again, not knowing what else to do. It’s a desperate cry for help, but by this point everyone believes he’s such an unpredictable troublemaker that all he gets is frustration. This reaches a head when he graffitis a house with a new friend of his- Ranboo, who moved in recently too- and it’s painted as a step too far. A step towards irredeemability.

Of course, Dream approaches Philza with a kind-seeming offer. He’s seen how troubled poor little Tommy is, and how it must be because of his trauma losing so much of his family so soon. And, see, he actually has some knowledge in how to help there, and a nice summer house by the coast, and he’d be willing to take some time out of his schedule to take Tommy somewhere nice, help him through some therapy. He really stresses that it might be the only way that Tommy will be able to stay in society, and at his wits end and convinced Dream is trustworthy, Philza agrees.

It’s the middle of that night he takes Tommy to his “retreat.” Groggy, unaware of what’s going on, he's barely awake and unable to really resist as he’s loaded into a clean, luxury car with a suitcase containing the small amount he owns. He falls back asleep in a few minutes, and when he wakes up in a car he doesn’t know, in a place he doesn’t know, with the man he blames for killing his brother. So he’s understandably terrified.

Dream, of course, eagerly explains exactly how he tricked everyone, and how now Tommy's under his guardianship now, and he’s going to make sure he’s never going to be able to pull any of his stunts anymore. This, predictably, makes him panic more, to which Dream responds with confusion, denying what he said just seconds before so convincingly it’s hard for Tommy to argue he didn’t just make it up. And really, the idea that he’s been getting worse, and that Dream's taking him somewhere comfortable to heal seems far more believable, right?

It takes a long, long time for them to get to the home, in a too-posh looking town named Logstedshire. The home is probably as big as Tommy's home times ten, is immaculate in appearance in soft colours, and it looms like a prison.

Time here is anything but therapeutic.

Everything in Tommy's suitcase is burnt in front of him. Even what belonged to Wilbur. He burns his hands desperately trying to comb through the ashes and his wounds are left untreated as punishment. Horus later, Dream asks with concern about how Tommy burnt his hands, and looks at him strangely when he mentions the suitcase. As he bandages Tommy's hands, he explains that there never was a suitcase.

This means his meds are destroyed, but he’s been given something. Something that leaves him so so tired he falls asleep on his feet all too often and feels dizzy and drowsy whenever he is awake. And he feels so sick, coming off his meds, to the point sometimes he can’t leave his bed, not to mention his actual psychosis getting worse again. Dream insists he's been given the same antipsychotics as always.

The rules are ever shifting, contradicting and nonsensical. Tommy inevitably breaks multiple a day. The punishments are ever shifting too. Sometimes he's dragged by his hair into his room and shouted at until he cries, then locked in there. Sometimes he's refused food. Sometimes Dream beats him. Sometimes he uses a knife.

Of course, afterwards, Dream would always look at him confusedly, and explain what really happened. Tommy locked himself in his room, of course. Tommy was too sick to eat. He threw himself down the stairs, and made the cuts himself. Self harm is common in traumatised children, after all. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s just that he’s having delusions, and it’s scary, but Dream's kind of like family, right? He'll always be there.

(When Tommy actually scratches at his skin until it coats his bedsheets in blood, the only acknowledgement it even gets is Dream making him scrub it clean).

But the in betweens feel so normal it feels difficult to not believe Dream. A lot of the time, they just talk, or play games together. Sometimes, they go out to the beach and have fun swimming (and sure, maybe Dream sometimes dunks him under the water until he's flailing and panicked, but that’s just a joke, right?) And he always cares for the injuries that Tommy must be calling himself, and is so gentle and kind when doing so, even when he says softly that Tommy hasn’t earnt painkillers. And when he talks about how it’d be so easy to fly away somewhere, forge some documents, and then they can be a real family, that’s just a joke, right? It has to be, right?

(No, no, no, no. What was he thinking? How could he make up Dream smugly talking about how much fun it was to have complete power over someone, even being able to change their memories, even if minutes later he acted all confused over Tommy's shouting? Why were there so many locks on each and every door? Why was he never allowed to speak to anyone but Dream? This wasn’t right. Right?)

Things come to a head when Tommy, terrified, tries to phone back home and tell them he was in danger. While he’s desperately trying to remember the number through the brain fog, Dream comes across him, and in a rage destroys what few possessions he was allowed to keep, beats him so badly he breaks one of his arms, and throws him in his room. He’s confident that Tommy won’t be able to stand, let alone leave, that he doesn’t bother to lock him in.

Filled with a sense of determination, and convinced by the violence that Dream WILL kill him some day inevitably, Tommy uses all the strength he has left to crawl out of the house, and aimlessly across the roads. It’s a freezing cold night, and Tommy's in thin pyjamas, but he doesn’t even hesitate to desperately try and find somewhere safe, somehow make his way aimlessly home. When he inevitably collapses, he's far away enough from Logstedshire that his family, not Dream, are the first people contacted.

After hearing about and seeing the injuries and decline Tommy clearly went through, it’s clear to the Craft family that whatever happened to him was anything but helpful. Spindly limbs, overgrown and messy hair, scars across his whole body, and that’s not even getting into the broken arm and frostbite. Yet, there’s no actual evidence that Dream did anything. Tommy himself switches between insisting Dream is going to kill everyone and desperately calling for his “big brother Dream”, barely even being able to recognise his own father or half-brother, and there’s a litany of believable excuses for everything. Besides, the Crafts have little, and Dream has so much. It’s clear that, no matter how much anyone knows that Dream's committed horrific crimes there’s nothing they can do.

So people huddle together. Tommy's transferred to the closest hospital, and his friends watch over him in shifts. People watch over the Craft house, the gravestone for Wilbur. As soon as Tommy's allowed out of the hospital- he insists on leaving as soon as possible- someone's always on guard sleeping outside Tommy's door, just in case. Tommy detests being treated like glass like this, but at least he’s being believed.

And then the town starts burning.

One building at a time. It’s clearly arson, yet there’s never enough evidence for the obvious culprit. Never too close to the big house everyone's been terrified to approach.

In the middle of the night, Tommy sneaks out to try and put an end to this. Dream's burning the whole place down because he’d rather destroy all his toys than not have complete control- but Dream had control over him, right? Maybe, maybe he could make a deal. Maybe it’d be better if it was just him being hurt.

(Tubbo sneaks out with him, of course, and sends a tip to the police. He has the suspicion this is exactly what Dream wanted.)

Dream is enthusiastic to see Tommy, less so to see Tubbo. But it’ll be fine! After all, he and Tommy are going to be out of this shithole as soon as possible, all trace of them deleted, and if the town that abandoned him has to deal with a corpse in the process that’s of no care to him. He'll be a new man, with a new little brother, and he'll find somewhere else to start the whole cycle again.

Tommy and Tubbo try their hardest to fight back, but they’re unarmed teenagers, and Dream came prepared. For his own amusement, he forces Tubbo to say a last goodbye at gunpoint… and then the doors are busted down.

Now, this was enough to get Dream locked up, considering Sam and co literally walked into Dream holding a loaded gun at an unarmed teenagers head and a whole lot of forged documents and suspicious shit after searching his house. Not for long enough, especially when several pieces of evidence go mysteriously missing, but enough for everyone to breathe a sigh of relief for just a second, to try and move on.

Tommy heals more than he ever has. People learn to not treat him like glass or like an unreliable tool, and more like a kid. The whole town basically unofficially adopts him, at this point. He works on repairing the tone with Sam- something others might consider a chore but something he loves. He dyes a streak of his hair the same pink as Techno, and starts getting to truly bond with him. Philza still feels so guilty that he and Tommy have distance, but it’s healing. All seems fine.

Until Tommy visits Dream in prison.

It’s something he insisted on for so long, to try and get a sense of closure, but when finally reluctantly allowed, it went disastrously. The whole time, Dream showed a scary sense of calm (like this was his plan all along, like he’s not even got a setback), and spent the whole time subtly hinting at stuff happening in Tommy's life he really shouldn’t know- either after he was imprisoned or long before they met- and that after he's released he’s going to go through on kidnapping Tommy and changing both of their identities, subtly enough that only the two of them knew, and Tommy's sudden breakdown and panic attack seemed almost completely out of nowhere from anyone else.

That night, when he gets home, he tries to do what Wilbur did.

Thankfully, Philza finds him before he’s too badly injured- most of his injuries came from him trying to claw himself free- but Tommy doesn’t get better after being cut down. In the months following, his hair starts turning grey and falling out in clumps. He barely eats. Barely talks. His flashbacks are so violent sometimes he lashes out at his family and friends. While sometimes he gets fleeting joy still, it disappears quickly. As Dream's release date gets ever closer, he talks hopelessly about how he knows that he'll immediately go after him, and immediately take him away forever, which grows more towards a tired acceptance as they count down the days with baited breath.

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