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hisui-dreamer · 8 months

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Congrats on 1K, Rinna! It's such a big number :O

Actually is it okay if I request an AU of my own?! It's called PHD AU (I'm so smart 😔) bc @/rakiah put the idea of Ancient Magic PHD student Leona, and since I'm planning on pursuing a PHD myself it'd be pretty interesting bc I'm planning to pursuing archeology so like- similar fields but also not so rivals-to-lovers speedrun during a research project idk 😳 anything short works! I just needed someone to scream about this too 💀💀

pull your weight

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x gn!reader

Synopsis: he was the one person you never wanted to work with, but life never goes the way you plan

Tags: banter, forced collaboration, academic rivalry, teasing, slowish burn(?)

Word count: 1k+

Notes: im like 2 months late wth sorry soru (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠), i hope you'll enjoy this haha

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He was the last person you wanted to work with.

All you needed was a solid grade on your final project for you to finally say goodbye to all your years of studying. But fate seemed to have a cruel sense of humour, for your academic fate was intertwined with his in a dreaded group assignment.

The universe revelled in its own sadistic humour as it matched you with none other than the very figure you had observed, with a mix of bemusement and irritation, in the library on countless occasions. A man seemingly fused with the furniture itself, always deep in sleep even as you worked tirelessly away.

You drew in a deep breath, readying for the challenge of a less-than-motivated teammate as you approached his seat with determined steps.

In truth, he was a striking man, or beastman, more accurately. His untamed, lengthy brown mane matches the intensity of his emerald gaze, creating an impression akin to a masterpiece fashioned by Pygmalion himself. But aesthetics aside, you couldn't just stare at him; you had an actual task to complete together.

"Kingscholar, right?" you asked, reaching out your hand as a gesture of goodwill.

His gaze shifted from a distant point to meet your outstretched hand. A brief pause hung in the air, during which you're uncertain if he would even acknowledge your gesture. Then, almost begrudgingly, he raised his hand and shook yours with a firm grip.

"Yeah, that's me," he responded, his tone carrying a touch of irritation. "Whadaya want?"

You felt your eye twitch in annoyance, yet you maintained your smile. "I'm your assigned partner for the research project."

"Tch... what a pain," you overheard him grumbling, his hand absentmindedly brushing back his unruly hair. "Fine, but you better pull your own weight, herbivore." A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Of course," you replied with an unaffected tone, though any warmth in your voice had long dissipated. "I assure you, I'm here to contribute. And I expect you to do the same."

A charged tension lingered in the air, a blend of rivalry and cooperation intertwining like threads in a complex tapestry.

With an abrupt turn, he shifted his gaze away from you. "Let's just get this over with. Meet at the library Thursday at 3 o'clock," he grumbled impatiently. "And stop calling me Kingscholar," he added as he began to stride away.

You raised an eyebrow at his sudden shift in demeanour. "Okay," you murmured, your voice softening, "... Leona," you hesitantly pronounced his name, testing it on your lips. But by then, he had already disappeared into the distance.

"Leona..." you groaned, the tip of your pen repeatedly poking his arm "Wake up..." though it seemed none of your efforts could stir this man from the land of dreams.

Hours had passed in focused collaboration. Each of you brought your strengths to the table, your efforts converging into a symphony of intellect and expertise. Leona, though rude and demanding, was surprisingly knowledgeable, and hidden behind his sharp words laid great advice and ideas for the project. Despite the initial friction, a sort of rhythm began to form, a silent understanding of when to speak and when to listen.

You heaved out a sigh, fatigue settling in after an afternoon of relentless work, not to mention the late-night study session you had to 'pull your weight' as he demanded. You had continued working for quite a bit even after he fell asleep, the passage of time fading as the sun sank below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the room where your joint project lay spread out before you.

'Alright,' you conceded to yourself. 'A short break won't hurt.'

Your gaze rested on his peaceful slumber, his lengthy eyelashes casting ethereal, feather-light shadows upon his features. In response, a subtle smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

"You really are just a big, grumpy cat, huh?" you murmured to yourself.

As the sun's last rays painted the room in hues of warmth, fatigue finally caught up with you. The chair beneath you seemed to cradle your weariness, its embrace inviting and soothing. Your eyelids grew heavy, and despite your intention to take a short break, the weight of the day pulled you under.

"Hey," a gentle voice penetrates your drowsy state. "Wake up."

You groggily pry your eyes open, squinting against the ambient light of the library. The world swims into focus, shades of muted gold and soft shadows dancing before you.

"Leona…?" you mumble. "What time is it?"

"Half past ten. The library is closin' soon."

Your groggy mind stirs to life, realization piercing through the haze like a ray of sunlight breaking through morning mist. "Half past… ten?! Oh no, the project!"

With a hushed urgency, he places his palm over your mouth, muffling your alarm. His face looms close, his breath brushing against your skin in gentle wisps. "Shhh, you're still in a library, herbivore," he cautions, his words painted with a touch of amusement. "The project is halfway done."

A moment of bewildered disbelief freezes your thoughts in mid-air. "Wait… Huh? Did you—"

"I said hush," his voice is a silken thread of command, pausing your entire line of questioning. A playful glint dances in his eyes. "If I were you, I'd be more worried about the drool on your face."

Your hand shoots up to your face like a reflex, your fingers searching for the phantom traces of embarrassment, only to find nothing but your own flushed cheeks.

"Hahaha, that woke ya up, didn't it?" he chuckles.

You're left momentarily bewildered, a mix of relief and embarrassment coursing through you. As your senses fully awaken, you sit up, your grogginess slowly dissipating as you reclaim your wits.

"You know," he begins, his voice still hushed, "you're not entirely useless," he conceded, his tone a mixture of grudging approval and a touch of surprise.

You blink at his words, processing for a few seconds before realising he was referring to your work on the project. Your initial embarrassment gives way to a rekindling of your competitive spirit, and you respond with a half-smile that mirrors his own. "Likewise, I suppose. Turns out, this 'herbivore' can hold their own."

The smirk that plays at the corner of his lips was no longer purely condescending. "Don't get too comfortable. This doesn't mean I'm going easy on you."

"Wouldn't have it any other way, Leona" you shot back.

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#✧1k! another life✦#twstnexus #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland leona #disney twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingsholar

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greghatecrimes · 29 days

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actually if kutner had gotten to meet them he would have the time of his life getting park presents. he and adams would end up trying to one-up each other's gifts but they'd never put their names on any of them so park would never know which of them left each one. chase watches this happen and enjoys it thoroughly.

oh my god yes yes yes. and adams is like "oh my god stay the fuck away with your gifts" aggressive towards him because she and park are in the middle of speedrunning an enemies/rivals to lovers arc and they're only half aware of it. so adams feels threatened by kutner entering the gift chaos bc of her massive crush on park, but cant quite place why. and so then kutner is like. "i just want to be friends! i like friendly competitions and buying people gifts! if you guys are gay that's cool, i'm just here for fun!" and is a little scared of adams for a bit after that. because no one gets between a lesbian and the object of their gay passive aggressive affections

#ask #chi park #lawrence kutner #jessica adams #x-birdsong-x #headcanons #i love you kutner

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fluffytheocelot · 2 months

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Okay, I saw your screencap redraw, and as someone else who's *obsessed* with Carmen's parents, I had to take you up on that offer. So, consider this ask license to infodump your thoughts on them! :)

AGH ok so-

Carmen's parents have a LOT of potential narrative-wise, and I really hope one day we'll see more of them in canon. (Maybe comics like the showrunner talked about before?)

Like how in the world did they meet??? Cause idk i feel like Carlotta disappeared way too easily to have just been a civilian. I think she was a thief too, not VILE, she only steals when she needs to, for one reason or another.

this is getting long oops- under the cut!

I think they happened to be going after the same thing, at the same time, and hoo boy do they not get along lol. Turns out Carlotta (telling Dexter her name is Vera Cruz. He does not believe her) had agreed to steal the whatever-it-is in exchange for an under-the-radar trip somewhere else.

They make a deal: Dexter gets her there, and he gets to keep the prize. Yay, roadtrip!

Cue rivals-to-friends-to-lovers speedrun lmao

Some time passes after that (during which they continue to see each other) and many months later they discover oops they made a Carmen

Dexter begins making his much longer trips away from VILE (wanting to support his partner with their unborn kid as much as he can) and starts the process of leaving. When Carmen is born, his trips away get longer and VILE finally catches wind of what's happening, and you know the rest.

AHH ok headcanons about each:

Dexter

definitely shares a lot of personality traits with Carmen. Even just from what we saw during Shadowsan's flashback, they are so so similar :( The two combined chaos energies probably would've driven Carlotta up a wall lmao

woulda been a fantastic girl dad. this man would have sat thru tea parties and played barbies with little Carmen and LOVED IT

dad jokes. that is all.

probably also a very high energy/troublemaking kid, like Carmen

Seriously I picture him and Carmen being super close if he'd survived.

idk i think it'd be funny that this master thief that is 1/5th of the leadership of a massive and ancient crime organization is an absolute dorky dad lmao

was gonna ask Carlotta to marry him after he escaped. but. well.. yk.

Was gonna pick Shadowsan to take his place on the faculty anyway

knows guitar, and probably would've taught carmen how to as well.

is it a universal dad thing to enjoy Jimmy Buffet music or is that just my dad??? Idk either way he vibes. Carlotta has a video of him softly strumming a guitar with baby Carmen in his lap and singing "Little Miss Magic" to her ;-;

also enjoys AC/DC, Black Sabbath, Guns n Roses, all that kinda stuff. Probably projecting my own dad a bit but oh well

As much as he'd hate he couldn't be there for Carmen when she was growing up, I think he'd be glad she at least had Shadowsan looking out for her :)

He would be so proud of everything Carmen has done and accomplished ;-;

Carlotta

its probably been said before, but Carlotta definitely started up the orphanage in Buenos Aires hoping Carmen would end up in it at some point.

Carmen inherited thief skills from both parents idc. Carlotta definitely gave Dexter a run for his money lol

looks a lot like carmen, but with green eyes instead of gray, and more brown hair than Carmen's red/auburn.

also the parent carmen got her freckles from (BC Carmen had em when she was little, and she spent a lot of time out in the sun!! I will die on the Carmen having faint freckles hill dangit!)

also bi. idk these two give bi4bi vibes.

more likely to get into a fistfight out of the two of them ("Carlotta, no!" "Carlotta YES" *cut to Dexter desperately trying to hold her back* "CARLOTTA PLEASE WE'RE TRYING NOT TO GET CAUGHT")

Upon reuniting with and getting to know Carmen, she's very much reminded of Dexter. She'd be all too happy to tell her stories of Dexter.

definitely also has a bit of a mischief streak too.

absolutely did NOT put up with Dexter's nonsense at first lol

was initially terrified of what Dexter would think when she told him they were gonna be parents, but was quickly reassured when the next time Dexter came back from VILE he had armloads of baby stuff from around the world.

Probably has a big extended family but after Dexter's death and Carmen disappears, she gets distant with them. After reuniting with Carmen though, accidentally runs into a family member with her and they're like "wait is that her?? She's alive??" and just like that Carmen has managed to acquire ANOTHER family lol.

Absolutely thrilled to learn Carmen wasn't alone all those years and immediately just adopts Zack, Ivy, and Player lol

Probably a little hesitant about Shadowsan at first, given that he was supposed to assassinate Dexter and did actually take her daughter to VILE, but eventually they're chill and he tells her stories of Black Sheep's antics. Meanwhile Carmen is in the background begging him not to lol.

I think once she got over her distrust of Shadowsan and got to know him, and sees how close he and Carmen are, she'd be glad that he was there for Carmen when Dexter couldn't be.

ARGHSH I have plans for them in many AUs lol. I'll get around to actually enacting em someday XD

#this was literally so much fun thank you for the ask!#also sorry it took so long I meant to finish this way sooner but got horrifyingly busy with school :(#fluffytheocelot #ask floof #carmen sandeigo 2019 #dexter wolfe #carlotta valdez #vera cruz

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sarah-sandwich-writes · 6 months

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20 Questions - Fanfic Writer Edition

I was tagged by both @writer-or-whatever and @jmrothwell so I suppose I better do it 😅 Thanks guys!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 42 (*gasp* am I Miles Morales?)

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 1,265,660 lol

3. What fandoms do you write for? currently just Spider-Man but I used to write for Supernatural and before that Harry Potter. I'm a one obsession at a time kinda girl.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Paradise (spread out with a butter knife) - 72k spideypool soulmates au

Don't Freak Out - 136k parkner rivals to lovers speedrun

A Peach Like You - 73k parkner featuring autistic!peter, loveatfirstsight!harley, and a cringe self insert as the villain of the week lmao

The Distance Between (You and Me) - 29k parkner bodyguard au

You're Freaking Out - 166k sequel to DFO featuring plot (wow!) and Miles (yay!)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

My dudes I try. I know I'm not very consistent and I have a tendency to disappear for months at a time, but I read and cherish each one.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't really do angsty endings lol I think the closest I've gotten is Lay Me Down - 8k destiel major character death--lowest kudosed fic out of all 42 lmao

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This is an impossible question. I am like the queen of happy endings? You want me to rank them??? Fine, it's You're Freaking Out. Best 10k epilogue in the land. Oh hey also I just noticed it has 997 kudos. May I humbly request 3 more pretty please?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No. Closest was when someone complained on one of my destiel fics about the grocery store not having plastic bags and needing a quarter in order to obtain a cart. I specifically remember they said, "I hate when writers do this," and went on to complain about us making up obviously fake stuff that pulls them out of the story. Like, first of all you're complaining about storytellers making stuff up ??? okay. And second, it was an Aldi. A real grocery store. That I didn't make up.

I had to take a day to cool off before I responded and then they were like oh yeah, my roommate told me when I complained to them, you responded to this really nicely though! WHICH folks LET ME TELL YOU made me angrier lol Like you found out you were wrong and didn't even come back to edit/delete/apologize for your comment???

Anyway after that I internalized that you don't know what kind of lived experience your commenters have so some comments should be taken with a grain of salt. Which is a double-edged sword bc sometimes I get really nice enthusiastic comments and read it like, okay but what if this person is 12 and read it at 2am in a fit of delirium and this is their first fic ever and it's actually not as good as they think haha

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I doooo. I haven't published any since I wrote for spn but I have a parkner pwp ready to go as soon as I muster up the nerve.

I have no idea how to interpret the question "what kind" lol uhhh the hot kind? pffft

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have but I never published them. Again, these were for spn which is hella fun to play with merging into other canon. I started but never finished spn crossovers with Firefly, The 100, The Hunger Games, Criminal Minds, Agents of Shield, and Teen Wolf. I think that's all of them. I've been thinking about putting all of my abandoned wips on AO3 for archive purposes, but idk still noodling on it. I wish there way a way I could elect to post without notifying my subscribers :/ Or at least send them a message warning them that I'm about to be incredibly annoying

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of 🙃

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes!! A few now! The ultimate kudo in my opinion, and one I never expected <3

The wonderful @bluettspetal has translated An Insignificant Problem, Undercover? I thought you said under covers..., and Completely and utterly devoid of sex appeal into Russian with plans to translate more.

And Faaayeee42 on AO3 translated Paradise (spread out with a butter knife) to Mandarin Chinese.

I'm forever blown away by this.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope! Done some brainstorming a few times but nothing that has evolved into actually writing out a shared thing. Not sure I'd be any good at it tbh. I'd probably be a very frustrating writing partner.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Peter Parker/Harley Keener. They're good boys.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

My Infinity War time travel fix it (make it worse) fic 😔 It's got so much potential but it is perpetually at the bottom of the to-do list.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and developing relationships

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

mother fucking action sequences and like, coming up with The Plan (the evil kind and the ones to take down the evil kind)

This silly little graphic I made for You're Freaking Out where Harley mocks The Plan made by the spider dumplin gang was initially one half of my brain negging the other half about being shit at making Plans and I decided that it might as well manifest as the characters lmao

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Eh. It's fanfiction, you know? Do what you want. Experiment. Try your best to do it justice. Accept that some people are going to let their eyes blur and skim over it while others will pick it apart but most will exist somewhere in the middle. Just write what you want to write, how you want to write it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

*sigh* Harry Potter. Looking forward to my own post getting gobbled up by my block list lmao

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Goodness gracious how do I even decide? I think Peaches Ain't Pretty is my favorite. It's the fic that showed me beyond a shadow of a doubt that I can step outside of fanfiction and write whatever I want and be just as satisfied, if not more.

#tag games #20 questions #parkner

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updates-from-po-town · 1 year

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Hello I’m starting a rival team. We are team pelvis

Our color scheme? Rainbow but make it neon.

Our purpose? No fucking clue

so like should we just speedrun this enemies-to-lovers arc or?

#pokeblogging #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #irl pokemon #irl pkmn #team skull #answered asks

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siriuslystarbucks · 1 year

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Good day! I was reading headcanons that if Triwizard Tournament happened during marauders era James would be Hogwarts champion and now I can’t get this different first meeting AU out of my head, I just have to share it! 😊 So, parents send Sirius and Regulus to Durmstrang because they teach Dark Arts there and don’t admit muggleborns (iirc??). Cue seventh year, Tournament happens and James and Sirius become champions of their respective schools. It seems too fast a journey for one year, but if anyone could speedrun rivals to friends to lovers, it would be prongsfoot the ultimate soulmates. ✨And of course in the end they both touch the cup and share the victory. ❤️❤️

YES THIS IS A PERFECT AU. I've seen things like this before and it's always a delight!! Durmstrang student Sirius is an AU I can always get behind because you can get prime angst material out of that, as well as a new first meeting for him and James :D

Most of the time, I prefer my James/Sirius fics to not even mention James liking Lily, but for this one, I think it would be pretty fun.

Imagine: James fancies Lily, has not been quiet about it in the slightest. He becomes the Hogwarts champion for the Triwizard Tournament and Lily is in the background rolling her eyes because 'oh great, he's going to be even more insufferable now and won't leave me alone'. But then James sees Sirius and immediately becomes obsessed with him-- first as a rival and then as a romantic interest-- and ignores her. James ends up kissing Sirius in front of all their schools at the end of the year because he's head over heels and utterly SHAMELESS. Honestly it's been so obvious that they're obsessed with each other that when the tournament ends with them winning together, the heads of their schools aren't surprised, they're just like "yeah, this was kind of the only way it could end huh"

I also like to think that in situations like this, they're kind of threatened by each other in the beginning? James and Sirius are both used to being the coolest, smartest guy around, and now all of a sudden, here's this guy that could actually challenge them? Unacceptable. This means war. And then one of them does something that the other finds impressive and they jump straight into being friends without a glance backwards. Regulus tries to point out that last week they hated each other, and Sirius just says "That was last week, Reg, god, it's like you're not even paying attention"

As for Regulus's role in this fic, he's the supportive brother that nobody really talks to, because let's face it, the Black brothers are not approachable. People try to ask him about the sudden personality change in Sirius after he becomes friends with James, and Regulus doesn't care enough about any of the people that he'll admit Sirius has always been this reckless and chaotic, he just didn't like anyone at Durmstrang enough to do it out in the open.

#prongsfoot #au #marauders #james potter #sirius black #regulus black #this was fun! thanks for the ask

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lumism · 2 years

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desperately need to write a speedrun of one sided rivals to friends to lovers elmax fic so that i can make "in october of 1984, el swept max off her feet. a few months later, max returns the favour" the summary line

#not many people seem to read elmax fics and as much as i do write for myself it still does matter to me SIGH #but i've already written this fic in my head entirely so i might as well put it on a google doc!

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charlesemersonwinchesteriii · 1 year

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Charles & Hawkeye

Thank you anon! And thank you to @marley-manson @majorbaby and @charleshawk4077 who also all asked me about this same pairing. Feeling very beloved amongst the CharHawkers this week <3 My friends and allies from a neighboring land to which I venture gladly and often <3

Sidenote I wish that highlight color was blue but I couldn’t figure out how to get a colored highlight tool in any fucking program I know so I had to use the stupid yellow snipping tool highlighter. Life is so fucking hard when you have to have everything be Just Right but also you’re incompetent. But we’ve all seen The Light That Failed so moving on.

So these two are sooooooooooooooooooo

Listen. I’m just gonna say it. Hawkeye/Charles has about as much canonical evidence as Hawkeye/BJ to me. Like there’s more Hawkeye/BJ content/fodder/moments/whatever purely quantitatively because they have more scenes together but in terms of the level of homoeroticism and bonding and tenderness and all that, qualitatively Hawkeye/Charles is on equal footing. You know what I mean? Obviously the dynamic is super different but just in terms of the quality. I mean look at all these tropes. Enemies to friends to lovers. Rivals. Clown and straight man comedy duo. The Round One And The Pointy One. It’s almost too easy.

Sometimes I think that’s why it’s not a personal passion of mine, even though its fantastic potential is obvious to me. It’s kind of the same problem as Donna/Charles. It’s just too easy. It feels like Charles speedruns his character development in these two relationships a bit, compared to the rest of his character arc (as much as he has one lmao). I’ve talked before about how when it comes to fanfiction, I don’t require the whole slowburn play by play for these ships, but in canon the cute moments do sometimes feel, not unearned, but not earned quite enough. Especially since the constrictions of the episodic sitcom format means Charles’ development and Hawkeye’s treatment of him completely regresses whenever the plot necessitates.

In the end it also ties back to my main Charles grievance. Hawkeye (and everyone else by extension) is somehow always treating him both too kindly and too cruelly. It grates on me, you know? Like the yellow highlighter.

But in spite of all that: excellent duo, obviously. The chemistry is fantastic, every episode centering on their relationship is a total classic, all their moments together are memorable. The fandom really DOES sleep on this one, and it genuinely puzzles me! CharHawk nation rise!! RISE!!!

#me seeing normal people do this ask game and just post the bingo without an accompanying rant:#Ah so smart so simple so streamlined. Could not be me.#Starky loves Anons #Starky loves answering questions #CharHawk #mash #''So what even is your opinion?? That you don't ship this pairing but you think everyone else should???'' Yes :)#also I don't NOT ship it it's just not my OTP for either character #like in my supreme alpha reality Hawkeye is in a Hunnicutt sandwich and Charles is disowned for sucking working class tgirl dick #but in another also very nice reality CharHawk are living out a little hallmark movie together. because you MUST admit. they're v hallmark.#[announcer voice] Coming up next; a new heartwarming Hallmark Original Movie (TM): Christmas In Crabapple Cove!#anyways THANK YOU FOR ALL THE ASKS!!!!!!

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lyricalcyclops · 2 years

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Hunter and Edric never really interacting one to one despite the ship for it cropping up out of nowhere last season is so funny and definitely intentional because now we're all rooting for Alador and Darius to do a rivals to lovers speedrun after The Divorce, thus making Hunter and Edric step bros within the confines of Owl House Found Family Logic. Its hilarious

#the owl house #were still getting m/m its just not between the 2 white teenagers for once

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onepintobean · 2 years

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either/or

slow burn or love at first sight //

fake dating or secret dating //

enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers //

oh no there’s only one bed or long distance correspondence //

hurt/comfort or amnesia //

fantasy au or modern au //

mutual pining or domestic bliss //

smut or fluff //

canon-compliant or fix-it //

reincarnation or character death //

one-shot or multi-chapter //

kid fic or road trip fic //

arranged marriage or accidental marriage //

high school romance or middle aged romance //

time travel or isolated together//

neighbors or roommates //

sci-fi au or magic au //

body swap or gender bend //

angst or crack //

apocalyptic or mundane

Thank you for tagging me, @ileadacharmedlife! I loved reading your opinions!

I know some of y’all have already been tagged but I’m nosy and very curious about what everyone likes reading, so I’m tagging @basiltonbutliketheherb @bookish-bogwitch @takitalks @sapphicflaaffy @anonaxolotl, if y’all wanna play (no pressure)! 😄

Details on some (most) of my choices under the cut!

(._. whoops I wrote 700 words about my favorite tropes instead of being productive)

slow burn wins every time. I wanna know exactly what’s convincing them to get together! I need the pining or else I don’t care.

fake dating. Look. There’s no contest here. Fake dating wins every time, in every category, against every competitor. There is nothing better than the forced proximity of fake dating, especially coupled with strangers to lovers or enemies or lovers. What’s better than getting to read about characters being stupid and in denial?

I love fake dating enough that I have read fics fandom-blind just because I ran out of ones in my fandom. I could go on lol

No shade to all y’all who like secret dating, but I haven’t been able to read it, especially if it has to be a secret from everyone. (it’s so stressful!!) But maybe I should give it another shot?

Enemies to lovers. This one is soooo finicky. I LOVE it, but they both need to be equals. They both need to give as good as they get (or just not even actually be enemies). But when it’s done right, literally nothing compares.

Only one bed. This one is just good. Plus I keep a soft spot for it in my heart because I had a ‘there was only one bed’ moment with one of my best friends (hiiii Julia if you’re reading this), back before we really knew each other. It’s incredibly effective for speedrunning good old fashioned strangers to friends 🥰🥰🥰🥰

(Also it of course loses to long distance. Another one that I personally just can’t read.)

I love a good amnesia fic, but they also always make me weirdly sad? The amnesiac version of the character exists and is loved, but in order to have a happy ending to the story, this version essentially dies via having their memories returned. 😭 (if you love amnesia stories but they also make you sad, you should check out A Closed and Common Orbit by Becky Chambers. It’s the second in the series, but it does stand alone, if you’re not looking to commit to two books just for one trope.)

Mutual pining. I usually prefer getting-together over established relationships, and mutual pining is so so good when it's done well. I love it when both characters make themselves miserable for no good reason! Dramatic irony my beloved. (Plus I love it because this swings back around to my thing for fake dating LOL)

Road trip. My beloved! Really this is just a vehicle (…no pun intended) for forced proximity and there was only one bed situations. I usually shy away from kidfic because when the vibes are off, they’re very off. But I’ve read (and since lost 😭) some great kidfic in the past!

arranged marriage. I haven’t read too many arranged marriage fics, but I do like this one as a subset of fake dating but with higher stakes. A solid political arranged marriage between two rival kingdoms is a perennial fav

high school romance. I’ve seen so much hate for high school romance and high school AUs lately, but I really don’t get it. There’s something to be said for all the restrictions that high school places on characters. Situations become even more complicated when your time and freedom are so limited, and you're under such strict observation. Plus you get so many diverse character dynamics, and all these people are forced to interact even if they never would outside of a high school setting. It really suits ensemble casts! I'm also just a fan of coming of age stories in general.

time travel. All that about forced proximity and I didn’t even pick isolated together? Unfortunately, time travel is one of my top favorite things. Especially if the time travel is question is a timeloop.

But of course, yes, I love it when characters get stuck. You get to know people so quickly when you spend all day with them, especially in a high-stress situation!

roommates. oh my god they were roommates.

(look, I'm back at it again picking the higher level of proximity in the forced proximity options!)

body swap. ugh, there’s so much value in a good body swap. Reckoning with personal identity. To be forced to see yourself through others’ eyes! AND to be obligated to love yourself because you love the person who’s currently inhabiting your body.

angst. Sometimes I just want to be sad on purpose! What can I say, I love catharsis

#tag game

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angelic-guest · 2 years

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i can also see them setting the kids off to bully this man, the two have a very i tease you and pretend i hate you but your also hot so.......

-bee

So rivals to lovers speedrun? /j

#bee!#angel council #angel inquiries

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fryingpan1234567 · 1 year

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this is very random and oddly specific but I want to talk about Hogwarts students who don’t really like their house colors, or worse, their favorite color is the rival’s

(I could talk about more but I want to focus on one particular imagine for now)

so there’s this Slytherin, right? she hears the hat’s song, gets it all in her head, and thinks she’s probably going to be a Slytherin or Ravenclaw.

but she doesn’t know which colors go to which house (she’s hoping she gets her favorite, because there is a group of students wearing it in the room and she wants to join them just for that reason)

lo and behold, the hat barely touches her before deeming her a Slytherin. but then it’s not the table she wants cheering, rather the other side of the room, and she has to admit she’s a little disappointed.

she asks some of the upperclassmen if they’re allowed to wear other colors. they say it’s fine if they’re at a Quidditch match they’re not competing in, but house spirit is very important, who did she have in mind?

she shrugs and says “the red ones?”

they veto the idea immediately.

so, okay, fine, it’s not that big of a deal, it’s just her favorite color. she doesn’t exactly love green, but it’s not the worst thing. she’d be the most upset if she was constantly staring yellow in the face all day.

well, there comes a day where an equally dumbass Gryffindor goes and falls in love with her- all because of a stupid prank. we won’t specify what it is, but it backfired spectacularly, and he happened to be there to save her ass.

he’s pretty much your average Gryff. shiny, ADHD, kind of an idiot, Quidditch player. but there’s something special about this one.

he’s American.

also, his parents happen to be rich.

they supply a sports fund to the school, and their first suggestion was letterman jackets for the Quidditch players!

which is a cool concept, right? well enemies to lovers speedrun, his dumbass personality gets the dark-humored prodigy girl, and they start dating (much to their houses’ dismay)

well, at some point she steals his letterman jacket, and just… never gave it back. she figured she’d be wearing it for a while.

only, there’s a nasty breakup. uh oh. now she’s got his shit all over her room and she’s never talking to him again, so she’s got two options.

burn it all.

or make it all her own to rub it in his face every chance she gets.

because she’s a badass and a true Slytherin, she chooses the latter.

after all, red is her favorite color. this time, her housemates don’t stop her.

it takes a few days, but eventually Gryff does notice her. after that, she’s kind of hard to miss.

to her credit, she started out small. it was just red Converse he’d happened to leave in her room after sneaking in and out, but she’d hydrodipped them green and silver. red still peeked through, but it wasn’t noticeable unless you were looking for it.

and there was a shirt he’d brought from America- it wasn't Hogwarts related, but it was mostly white with a little bit of red. at least, it was until she took a green marker to it and drew snakes coiling over it. she wore it on weekends, when they weren’t required to be in uniform.

but then… that letterman. it was messy because it was the first thing she’d ‘edited’, when she was still blurry-eyed and full of rage and hurt, but she actually liked the finished product.

at some point, it had looked like all the others- red body with white stripes on the bottom, same with the sleeve cuffs, and the sleeves were white. there was a G on each shoulder and the house insignia on the back, along with his last name in big letters.

well, she’d scribbled out the name and painted “IS A CHEATER” underneath in furious green paint. she drew a snake strangling the lion to death and winding around the shield border. the shoulders had S’s that turned into snakes winding all the way down the sleeves. all the paint dripped messily downwards, but it was a cool look.

so maybe the Slytherins gave her a standing ovation the first time she’d walked out in it. it didn’t matter that it was mostly red (and maybe looked a bit Christmas-y, but it’s fine), because it was Slytherin and definitely hers.

poor Gryff. he spit-taked his butterbeer all over himself and his new girlfriend, who was wearing the replacement his parents had gotten him after he THOUGHT he’d lost the original (clearly, he hadn’t). funny enough, that ruined his new one! also his new relationship. that must really suck, Gryff. it’s not like you’re a massive dick or anything.

well, for the rest of her school life, that badass Slytherin girl wore red. for the most part, it wasn’t specifically his, but there was a good number of defaced Gryffindor merch in there. it’s funny because no one else could pull that off. the teachers were all too scared to mention anything (plus they didn’t want to get involved with student drama)

was this a really long trailer for a Wizarding world story I have in the works? perhaps👀👀

#Wizarding world #harry potter #slytherin #gryffindor

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fuyuteki · 2 years

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Ohse calling Iori "Io-kun"

That was so cute

Rivals to friends to lovers speedrun

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edupunkn00b · 2 years

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Check Mate in Four Moves

Rated: T (hello there Remus and, what? Logan!) WC: A gift for @thecrowslullaby

Remus and Janus are together. Remus and Logan are together. Logan and Janus can barely tolerate being in the same room together. Surely there's some solution to this problem.

How about a nice game of chess?

Special thanks to @treeni for the encouragement!

Opening Gambit

"King me!" Remus' eyes glowed as he slammed down his pawn on Logan's side of the board where a rook used to rest. Wordless, Janus glanced up from his worn copy of The Brothers Karamazov, his tiny smirk showing above the cover.

Logan chuckled and rubbed the side of Remus' shin with one stockinged foot. "'King me' is for checkers, Meus."

"Hm, okay then, Pocket Protector…" He leaned over the board and waggled his eyebrows. "Mount me, then."

"Smooth, Muse, very smooth," Janus purred from his armchair. He didn't look up this time.

He shrugged, "Usually works on you, doesn't it?"

Laughing, Logan replaced the pawn with one of Remus' knights he'd captured earlier in the game. Remus bowed his head in thanks and lifted Logan's hand as though to kiss it, but at the last moment flipped it over and licked his palm instead.

"That is certainly one way to stop me from checkmating you," Logan remarked, feigning annoyance. He hadn't stopped stroking the side of Remus' leg with his foot, though, so the Creative Side simply waggled his eyebrows and grinned with just a little too much teeth.

Janus loudly turned a page in his book and muttered, "So have you decided yet how you're going to finish him off so that—”

"So that I can go finish off Jannie?" Remus interrupted with a lewd gesture toward his boyfriend in the reading nook.

Logan smiled and steepled his fingers as he looked at the board. "Scholar's Mate."

"Hmm… 'Scholar's Mate?' How do you manage to make chess sound so sexy, Lo Lo?"

Janus laid his book in his lap, index finger stuck inside to keep his place. "Muse, to be fair, last week you exclaimed that Logan made fabric softener sexy."

"Well yeah, Jannie…" Remus gave a little shoulder shimmy. "But that was because the sheets were—”

Logan twirled the piece he'd just promoted and captured between his thumb and index finger, eyes trained on the board. "I see I was not the only one with whom you shared that particular insight on satisfactorily reducing friction burns, Meus."

Remus threw his head back and laughed, then he leaned back in his chair, one elbow tucked behind him on the backrest. Janus still hadn't resumed his reading and was, instead, leaning forward in his armchair and examining the board. "Why are you toying with him?" he finally asked from across the room.

"Hm?" was Logan's only response as he adjusted his glasses and pondered the board. Remus grinned, still leaned back in his chair. He watched the pair and tapped his toes within his boots, nearly vibrating in his seat.

Janus began to lean in even closer, then shifted his position so he sat with his legs crossed, tilted as far from the chess match—and Logan—as possible. "Remus went first and opened himself up for a Fool's Mate." Remus began to shimmy his shoulders but Janus silenced him with a sharp look then stabbed Logan with his eyes. "You didn't follow through."

Logan said nothing and simply captured another of Remus' pieces. "And now, you've been no more than four moves to checkmate for the past half hour and yet you leave him dangling on the line. Why—”

"Maybe I like it when Logan dangles me," Remus cackled, moving a bishop across the board without looking. Logan's bishop. Logan reset the piece and moved one of Remus' in a similar move, then advanced his own queen.

"If you believe I am not playing my best, then perhaps you had better play a match with me," Logan murmured, watching Remus suddenly turn his attention to the board, stroking his mustache as though deep in thought.

"Perhaps I should," Janus' voice wasn't quite as honeyed as it usually was.

Logan pivoted in his seat, adjusting his tie and turning to face Janus for the first time during his match with Remus. "How about tomorrow night then?"

"I look forward to it," Janus murmured before picking up his book and turning the page.

Queen to Knight 3

"I look forward to it."

"What the hell had I been thinking?" cried Janus, head nestled in Remus' lap as the Creative Side carded long fingers through his hair, scratching gently at his scalp with neon green nails. "I don't want his attention out of pity or some misplaced sense of guilt for keeping you for a long time."

Remus tutted quietly. That was Janus first clue that he had completely lost it. Remus was never quiet .

"Jannie," Remus held Janus' face between his hands, softly rubbing his thumb along the edge where scales and skin met. "Lo Lo asked you to play. He's Logan . He wouldn't've done that unless he really wanted to play with you."

"But doesn't he still hate me?" Janus' voice was small as he turned his head and held his breath, afraid to taste the truth. Logan had never fully warmed up to him again after his impersonations. Janus used to tell himself it didn't matter, he didn't care that the Logical Side could barely stand to look at him, never meeting his eyes, sitting stiffly and avoiding even incidental touches whenever they were forced into the same space.

And it had only gotten worse when Logan had begun dating Remus, too.

"Heeey, Jannie… " Remus had called to him in his bedroom from downstairs in the kitchen. "Really, Meus, are you sure this is mpfm —” Logan's urgent whisper was interrupted by a wet smacking sound. "Yes, I'm sure , Nerdy Wolverine. We've talked about it, it's cool." Janus stopped just before the landing, hand hovering over the handrail. Though his voice was low, Janus' role made his hearing especially attuned to the secrets and half-truths laced through the musical timbre of Logan's voice. "Meus, just with our… history, are you quite certain he won’t be upset? And are you sure you won’t inadvertently re—” "Muse?" Janus asked, swirling down the last step and into the kitchen, tugging at the edges of his gloves. "Was there something you needed, my dear?" "Yeah, Jannie!" Remus held up Logan's hand and gestured toward their shared grip with his other, their fingers intertwined. Logan let out a quiet yelp when Remus conjured a third hand to grab his ass. "Lo Lo and I are dating now, too! Turns out you really do start to fall for your co-stars," he chuckled. "Hey, we never did get to finish that dunce sce—” "What wonderful news," Janus purred, his voice honey sweet and smooth. "I'm ecstatic for both of you." He straightened his capelet and blinked placidly at Logan, tilting his face to keep his scaled side pointed toward the pair. "Perhaps between the two of us we can keep our dear Muse busy enough to let us all have a moment to breathe." "Oh, Jannie," Remus had laughed, reaching for Janus' hand and pulling him into the kitchen. "You make me sound like a big dog you need to run to keep him from chewing the furniture." He had wagged his tongue and barked. "I like it."

"Jannie… trust me on this. He wants to spend time with you."

The following night, Janus was already in the common room by the time Logan came downstairs after dinner. "Oh, Janus, you are early," Logan muttered as he checked his watch. “I did not intend to leave you waiting. I will be just one more moment, I planned to brew a cup of—”

“Earl Grey?” Janus murmured, holding up a deep indigo teapot wrapped in a yellow wool tea cozy. “Tsk, tsk, caffeine at this hour, my dear Logic.” He tapped his mild smirk with the index finger on another hand. “But I won’t breathe a word if you would be so kind as to overlook my own indulgence in a cup.”

Logan stood frozen between the kitchen and the small table they used for chess games. Finally, he cleared his throat and moved to the chair across from Janus. “I find that to be an acceptable compromise.” His tone was dry but Janus thought he saw a hint of a smile on the Logical Side’s lips. Janus smiled as he sat down and poured him a cup of tea, the bright bergamot notes wafting up in the steam. He managed to set down the teapot with a quiet clink before the tremor in his grip became noticeable.

“I hope you like it hot,” Janus said, both sides’ eyes widening at his choice of words. “The tea, I mean.” He smirked and looked to his right to straighten his already impeccable capelet, hiding the blush on the human side of his face. “It appears Remus is rubbing—is a powerful influence on us.”

Eyes down on the board, Logan straightened his tie. “Well, yes, it appears so.” He cleared his throat again and gestured to the white chess pieces lined up on Janus’ side of the board. “Perhaps we should best begin?”

Hiding the tremor in his fingers with a magician’s grace, Janus swirled his fingers over his pieces and advanced a pawn, freeing his bishop. “Three Knights,” Logan murmured, more a statement than a question. He looked up and caught Logan’s steely gaze boring right into him as he moved without hesitation to meet Janus’ pawn with his own. Keeping his smile, he gestured toward the board and inclined his head, certain that if he had to keep the Logical Side’s gaze for one more moment he might faint.

He stared down at their game, fingers steepled together, gloved tips pressed tightly together to avoid the impulse to fidget with the chain on his capelet. "So," he began, his voice not betraying his heart thanks only to his powers of duplicity. "You and Remus are certainly getting along well."

Logan nearly choked on his tea, coughing into his elbow and accepting Janus proffered yellow lace edged handkerchief with a nod and without meeting his eye. Janus couldn't be certain if the pink on his cheeks was from his coughing fit or the topic at hand.

"Apologies, Logan, I did not intend—”

"It is quite alright. I merely swallowed wrong," Logan insisted, straightening his tie and taking a—more careful—sip of his tea. "Yes, I would not have expected Remus and I to be as emotionally or physically compatible as we are. I would have expected to connect better with someone more—” Logan's eyes flicked up and briefly met Janus before he looked away again, clearing his throat. "Well, yes," he finished vaguely.

Humming noncommittally, Janus advanced his bishop. "Indeed," he murmured under his breath. How many games like this has he imagined over the years? The quiet, darkened common room after everyone else had gone to bed, two cups of earl grey, gazing into those deep, thoughtful eyes across the board from him. Then afterwards, they could banter over who really won or if combining Kholmov's Combination with Geller's Rook and Pawn defense was brilliant or merely a hack as they slowly made their way upstairs, hand in hand.

"Have I confounded you by advancing my pawn?"

Logan's resonant voice ripped him from his musing and Janus looked up, feigning irritation with a frown. "It's not a timed game, unless you are overly anxious to retire for the evening." Janus didn't need to fake his scowl at who Logan was spending his evening with. "I suppose it's natural,” he purred, moving his king’s bishop across the board. He pierced Logan with his gaze as he looked away to arrange his captured pieces, eyebrow on his snake’s side raised. “You do plan to see Remus after this game, don't you?"

Logan sat back in his chair, tea cup gripped in both hands. "My apologies. I should not have rushed you." He took a slow sip of his tea and cleared his throat when his voice cracked. "You simply appeared lost in thought." He replaced his cup on the saucer with a little clink. "Perhaps… perhaps this match was a mistake. I appreciate you humoring me—”

Logan started to rise but Janus leapt to his feet, reaching across the board with both hands, "No, don't go!" his words tumbled out and he straightened, dropping his hands to smooth his capelet. "You can't simply leave in the middle of a game when you are ahead," he continued in a more controlled voice. "Give me the opportunity to counter your attack, at least."

Eyeing him carefully, Logan slowly returned to his seat. "If you insist."

"I do," Janus said, a small smile spreading on his face when Logan was seated again. "More tea?" he asked, holding the teapot aloft.

Knight's Revenge

Fifteen minutes before he was due downstairs for their chess game, Logan was pacing in his room, hair still wet and tie hanging undone over his shoulders. He'd laid a towel on top of it to catch the drips before they hit his button down, but his collar was open, the rest of the buttons fastened but off by one. He swore as he flung another rejected pair of slacks over his shoulder, replaying last night's conversation in his head.

'How about tomorrow night, then?'

"What the fuck had I been thinking?" he cried to Remus as he flung another rejected pair of slacks over his shoulder. Remus caught them and folded them in half, pressing the creases flat before hanging them over his arm with the others. "Janus hates me! He only agreed because he feels obligated to make nice for your sake."

Things had been awkward between them since even before the trial. Logan would freeze every time Janus came near, his silky smooth voice and his ever-present spicy chai scent locking his mental gears, all his logical thought grinding to a halt. The last time it had happened, it was all Logan could do to stop staring at the way his scales caught the light, and the way his eyes sparkled as he described his favorite chapter in the latest novel Cixin Liu. When Janus had stopped talking, the Logical side had nearly reached for his hand, begging him to continue, and he'd had to take a step back, out of arm’s reach, just to get himself back under control.

Janus had been so irritated by his distracted behavior that he’d avoided him for several weeks after that, barely looking at him when they happened upon each other in the kitchen or the hall. And now he’d managed to manipulate Janus into a game of chess when Logan was certain he’d much rather spend time with Remus.

Finally finding a pair that were dressy without being fussy, Logan yanked on his pants, hands shaking as he threaded his favorite belt through the loops. "I am taking advantage of Janus’ good manners! This is such a mistake, I should just call it off now, let this all blow over and everything can go back to the way it was. I am confident I can manage to stay out of his way for a few weeks or months or—"

"Lo Lo," He looked up at Remus' quiet interruption, mouth trembling. Remus draped the slacks over his desk chair and held out his arms. Logan practically collapsed into his hold and Remus blipped them over to the bed, Logan laying on top of him. Remus rubbed circles into the tight muscles at the back of Logan's neck and waited for him to speak. The Logical Side buried his face in Remus' chest, his voice muffled by the other's sash.

"Why could I not simply leave well enough alone?"

Remus tilted up Logan's chin and kissed his crown, rubbing firm lines up and down his back just the way he liked it. "Lo Lo… Jannie doesn't hate you." Logan slid his arms up and under Remus' shoulders, soaking in the warmth of his touch, and listened. "Unless it's for Thomas, Jannie doesn't do a damn thing he doesn't want to. And—” Remus cut off Logan's protest with a smile and a sloppy kiss on his forehead. "And he wants to spend time with you. You know I won't lie just to spare somebody’s feelings. Even some body as hot as yours, Pocket Protector."

As if to make his point, Remus waggled his eyebrows as his hands trailed lower down Logan’s back. “Meus,” Logan warned, the blush on his face a stark contrast with the rest of his stern expression. “I would like to have time to make a cup of tea before the game.”

Remus pouted but didn’t stop Logan from getting up and frowning at his reflection in the mirror. He leapt out of the bed and quickly re-buttoned Logan’s shirt from behind him. “Well, I would like to have time to make a cup of you before the game,” he laughed against the Logical Side’s neck after eliciting a little yelp with a not-so-gentle nip.

“But you’d be amazed at how patient I can be,” Remus winked when Logan turned in his arms, unable to decide if he was annoyed or pleased. “Knock him dead,” he muttered, planting one more hungry kiss on Logan’s mouth. “Remember, I get winner!”

Logan had been momentarily stunned to see Janus already downstairs, the room dark save for a bright task lamp illuminating the ready chess game in front of him. So much for having a moment to make a cup of tea. He’d blinked in surprise when Janus showed him he’d already prepared a pot of his favorite tea. For a moment, Logan considered commenting that he thought Janus exclusively drank chai, but he worried it might sound ungrateful, so he ultimately accepted the cup and tried to refocus his thoughts on the game and away from… other matters.

His attempt was short-lived when he had an immediate and embarrassing reaction to Janus’ unintended innuendo and Logan struggled to maintain his train of thought as he watched the other’s expression as he played. Janus carefully considered each move, and Logan imagined he could see him map out future moves behind the bright glow of his heterochromatic eyes.

Five moves in, Logan knew he’d lost the game when, after moving his queen’s rook, Janus’ smile briefly bloomed as his eyes danced across the game board. “Remind me to play poker with you sometime,” Logan murmured, hiding his disappointment at his impending loss behind a sip of his third cup of tea.

Janus looked up, and in the dim light, Logan imagined he spotted a dusting of pink on Janus’s human features. “I wasn’t aware you were a gambler, my dear Logan.”

Illogically, Logan’s heart warmed at Janus’ affectionate phrasing. He shook away the thought and advanced his queen, unwilling to reveal he knew he’d lost. “Your expressions betray you.” Janus fumbled his cup, nearly dropping it onto the board.

“Ex—excuse me?” Janus stuttered, his suave tone lost as he righted his cup on its saucer.

Tilting his head at Janus’ unexpectedly intense response, Logan narrowed his eyes and spoke slowly, a sudden uncertainty falling over him. “When I moved my rook to knight three.” He watched Janus’ eyes refocus on the board, widening in understanding. “You smiled when you realized you’d just won the game.”

Check and Mate

“I wasn’t aware you were a gambler, my dear Logan.” Janus could almost see Logan sitting across from him on the other side a green felt covered table, adjusting his glasses and face blooming in a smile as he pushed a stack of poker chips into the pot. "I see your twenty and raise you a hundred." Poker really wasn’t a fair game for Janus to play with any of the Sides. What good is trying to bluff when your opponent can taste when you're lying?

So Janus would have to make certain accommodations in order to play poker with Logan. Remus would likely enjoy playing, as well, especially if he managed to convince them to play strip poker. He peered at Logan over the chess board and pondered how that game might go. If they did play together, would Logan choose to lose his tie first? Or last?

'Your expressions betray you,' Logan quietly intoned, turning a captured pawn between his fingers end over end.

Janus nearly dropped his cup, spilling his tea all over the board, the table, his lap. How the hell did he know?! More importantly, though, he didn't seem disturbed. Has just been waiting for me to—

Understanding washed over him as Logan explained and he attempted to hide his shameful disappointment behind a renewed interest in the game board. Janus waved his hand dismissively, "Well do you—do you wish to forfeit now or—”

His stammering was interrupted by Remus' loud voice from the top of the stairs. "Ugh! I wanna go to bed! Just skip to the song and kiss him already!"

Logan's and Janus' outraged responses overlapped.

"Meus, you promised to keep that—” "Muse! What part of secret didn't—"

Remus leaned against the banister and conjured a tub of pickle and kimchi coated popcorn and crunched loudly as he watched with a wicked smile as Logan and Janus turned to stare at each other instead of Remus.

"Wait, does that mean you —”

Logan leaned across the board and grabbed Janus' capelet with both hands. "Oh, just shut up and kiss me already," he murmured, a happy smirk spreading on his face.

Remus watched them kiss with a bright grin as he finished his popcorn. When he was done, he disappeared the empty tub and licked his fingers clean. Logan and Janus were still kissing. Janus had returned to his chair and Logan had settled into his lap, arms draped over his soft capelet. "Took you two long enough. Alright, see you upstairs…" He cackled when he got to the top landing.

"I get winner!"

#Check Mate in Four Moves #ts logan #ts janus #ts remus #Logan Sanders #Janus Sanders #Remus Sanders #intrulogical #demus #dukeceit #future intruloceit #the slow burn already happened #so this is the speedrun rivals to lovers #fluff #fluff and chess #and some Remus-level innuendo

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