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taasgirl · 17 days

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monaco pt. 1 - charles leclerc

summary: y/n is new to ferrari and is working very closely with charles, so it's inevitable that they fall right?

a/n: the outcomes of these races are fictional!! they're altered to fit the story, and there's no specific face claim!

PART TWO PART THREE

liked by sergioramos, ynusername, 433, and 4, 982, 011 others scuderiaferrari Your Scuderia Ferrari Formula drivers for 2024 have delivered in Jeddah; Charles Leclerc finished P3, Y/N L/N finished P4. Big points for the team and much to learn 💪

ynusername ❤️🤍 liked by scuderiaferrari

user78312 Now someone fire the people in the pit, y/n ROBBED of a podium i'm so fr

user99203 this is genuinely my fav team partnership!!

user32164 I can't wait to see how they perform together

user80381 it's such a peculiar lineup, but it's perfect

liked by landonorris, scuderiaferrari, charlesleclerc, and 445, 983 others ynusername Pleased to finish in fourth, I promise to do better. Congratulations @ charlesleclerc ❤️🏎️

user17352 "i promise to do better" y/n ur gonna make me cry

charlesleclerc Great race 👊 liked by ynusername

user90313 IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT!!!

user67392 i know it's her first race w ferrari, but if they fuck my girl up again... #y/ntoredbull

scuderiaferrari We're all so proud of you Y/N ❤️

user88302 call me delusional but she put a heart next to charles' name 😏😏

user79334 she also put a car, are we gonna speculate that too???

liked by ynusername, user33478, user89323, and 547 others user17363 y/n and charles leaving the saudi gp together 💞

user67424 girlfriend or girl that's a friend?

user93843 HAHAHA

user02341 y/n liked omg

user94834 I know they're teammates, but they'd be so cute together

liked by neymar, scuderiaferrari, ynusername, and 5, 894, 449 others charlesleclerc Very proud to start the season with a P3 finish, and to help the team. Also very proud of my teammate @ ynusername, who raced amazingly today.

landonorris Surely you give her the trophy

charlesleclerc No need, she'll win many this season 🤣🤣

ynusername Thank you Charlie

user76382 CHARLIE??? NEW CHARLES NICKNAME UNLOCKED

user89302 charles' gotta watch out, y/n is gonna tear him up

user68332 What a race, Prince of Monaco 🤩

liked by user66739, user89932, scuderiaferrari, and 1, 982, 734, others f1 Charles Leclerc and Y/N L/N arriving to Albert Park in style 😎

user93842 Y/N WEARING RED PANTS!!

user12928 what??

user83901 charles has a superstitution to wear red pants, and it looks like he's got y/n in on it too 😂

user92832 How can two people be so fine

user87382 y/n l/n is getting her first f1 podium this weekend 🕯️🙏

liked by f1, ynusername, olliebearman, and 4, 983, 221, others scuderiaferrari WHAT A QUALIFIER! Y/N L/N WILL START ON POLE POSITION FOR TOMORROWS RACE IN MELBOURNE. She is the first woman to achieve this milestone!

f1 Something Special

user80323 Ferrari don't fuck her up again

user12357 POLE FUCKING POSITION LETS GO

user77443 when max finally has competition 😇🌈💐🤗

user90323 Max genuinely needs to watch his back bc she's gonna take the championship

liked by user56834, sadiomane, lec, and 1, 882, 304 others scuderiaferrari The eyes Chico, they never lie 💫 Y/N (P1), and Charles (P4) are ready for Australia.

user90383 Y/N's shoulders must be heavy from carrying all hopes of ferrari

user89032 and points too

user67393 COME ON Y/N!!!

USER33943 The race is gonna be mental, and I'm here for it

liked by serenawilliams, sadiomane, cristiano, and 6, 873, 944 others scuderiaferrari And in what is her second ever Formula 1 race, Y/N L/N has won the Australian Grand Prix for 2024!

user89043 HOLY SHITTTT

user79334 oh my god max has been overtaken

user66730 About bloody time

user93112 Y/N IS THE MOMENT!

liked by charlesleclerc, danielricciardo, user67474, and 4, 878, 932 others ynusername Y/N L/N Grand Prix Winner has a nice ring to it. LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

danielricciardo Trailblazer 🔥🚒🧑‍🚒

landonorris Can't even be mad about coming 4th when you're first

charlesleclerc So proud of you amor 🫀

user43840 AMOR???

user90394 anatomical heart? wtf charles 😭

scuderiaferrari Our Y/N 👑

user15473 step aside @ maxverstappen, the queen has arrived liked by ynusername

liked by ynusername, carlossainz55, mclaren, and 2, 776, 832 others landonorris Very happy to have picked up points for Mclaren today, but all attention should be on my best friend @ ynusername. She's had my back since we were karting at six, and it's incredible to see her make history. She's the hardest worker I've ever met, and is the most deserving person to have a seat in F1. (And yes, she's already bullied me about beating me to a win).

ynusername my races to win ratio - 2:1. your races to win ratio - 107:0

landonorris Don't make me delete this entire post

ynusername i'm kidding (not really), love u lala

user89823 now this would be a powerful couple

user99311 NOOO HER AND CHARLES PLEASE

user56821 this looks more supportive bf than supportive bff

liked by user78721, user92834, user55738, and 20, 872 user13452 not the entire grid partying after y/n's first f1 win

user88734 off topic but y/n looks so fine in that first pic holy shit

user45679 They all love her so much omg

user73292 y/n and lando this... Y/N AND CHARLES COME ON

user66382 Their chemistry is fucking insane i agree

liked by ynusername, scuderiaferrari, landonorris, and 2, 656, 737 others charlesleclerc Australia was incredible. Congratulations to the best teammate @ ynusername, history maker.

ynusername Thank you Charlie! liked by charlesleclerc

user67382 that second photo is 100% not a selfie two single people would take.

user89293 Brother is in love with y/n

user67262 tbf we all are

user98933 charles x y/n fans wake up, new content dropped

user23348 Sooooo is this a cheeky soft launch...

user67354 is y/n the girl from the party charles 😏😏

sorry guys this is gonna have to be two parts bc of the stupid 30 images rule 😭

Let me know if you like this!! I love getting comments and messages :))

PART TWO

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daisies-daydreams · 1 month

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Okay so I was listening to the song agora hills (not saying I like Doja but her song hit okay? Hate the sinner love the sin) ANDDDD it have major hobie brown x lovesick puppy reader. Like this woman is DEVOTED to her mans. Like really devoted. On her knees with puppy eyes type of love. Always wanting to be on him and nuzzling him. Whines when he tries to move. Just very..loving. Hobie doesn’t mind obviously. And it gets worse when they have sex. She whines while his cock rams into her, grabbing the sheets tightly to ground her🙏. SO YES I NEED A FIC LIKE THATTT…just very fluffy but smeggsy sex

Somethin’ Different About You (Hobie Brown x Lovesick!F!Reader)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Lovesick!F!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut Tags: Swearing, Reader Gets Whiney, Making Out, Foreplay, Vaginal Fingering, Cock Piercings (Prince Albert), Dirty Talk, Pet Names, Praise Kink, Doggy Style, Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Creampie, Post-Sex Cuddling, Cockwarming, Ass-Lover Hobie™ Word Count: 3k+ A/N: I literally listened to Agora Hills for the first time a few weeks ago and it was 😩👌Anywhoooo, thank you for the spicy request and I hope you enjoy!

“Guess we’re havin’ a night in,” Hobie shrugged as he peeked at the thick blanket of snow covering the street below. Frost caked the outside of your flat’s window as a tiny space heater hummed in the corner of your room. Your boyfriend closed the blinds shut before turning towards you with a quirked brow.

“You cold, babydoll?” Hobie asked as he watched you tremble beneath the thick comforter. You nodded as your teeth chattered incessantly. Hobie pursed his lips before he lumbered towards your bed. Your heart skipped a beat as your love cupped your cheek, his palm already warming you to the core.

“You want me to help warm you up?” he murmured, a hint of desire laced in his words as he looked at you with a soft, half-lidded gaze. You swallowed the thick lump in your throat as you eagerly nodded your head.

“P-Please,” you frowned and wiggled beneath your comforter. Hobie cracked a grin and chuckled before he grabbed the bottom of his red t-shirt. Your eyes widened as he quickly slipped his shirt over his head, his puffy wicks fanning out as he tossed the clothing aside. You sucked in a sharp breath as you raked your eyes over his lean abs, your eyes eventually landing on the thick, dark happy trail.

“Like what you see, lovie?” Hobie snickered with a teasing grin. You bit your lip as your cheeks swelled with heat.

"I can't help it," you muttered sheepishly as you glanced away. Your boyfriend snickered as he unlatched the buckle of his studded leather belt, his ripped jeans falling to the floor not long after. You felt a wave of heat wash over you as you caught side of Hobie's dark boxers loosely hanging around his sharp hips. He chuckled again.

“Scoot on over, baby,” he lilted. You immediately did as you were told, your heart pounding in your ears as he slid beneath the covers with you. You instantly came to his side and snuggled against his warm body, your lips curled into a giddy smile as he wrapped his lanky arms around you. “Mmm, there’s my pretty girl,” Hobie cooed before gently kissing the crown of your head. You squealed and dipped your head into his chest as he wrapped one of his ankles around yours.

Hobie sighed, letting his warm breath cascade over the back of your ear and down your neck as he held you close. Your heart skipped a beat as he nuzzled his face into your neck - his plush lips delicately brushing over your pulse and nose ring gliding against your skin.

“I was thinkin’…maybe after the weather gets better, we could go iceskatin’? I know you've been wantin' to go for a while,” he suggested as he traced mindless shapes against your hip. Your eyes lit up as you wiggled at his suggestion.

“Really?” you breathed while tilting your head over your shoulder. Hobie hummed and gave a lopsided grin.

“Really really,” he replied. Your smile grew as you turned around and pecked his lips. Hobie grinned into the kiss as he spread his palm across your waist. His lips on yours felt like sunlight on a spring day: warm and soothing to the touch. You whined when he suddenly started to slip away.

“Babe, I’m just gettin’ a glass of water,” Hobie laughed. You pouted as you gazed into his deep, brown eyes.

“No, you’re too warm,” you keened and rolled on top of him. Your lover chuckled softly as you shoved your face into his neck. He sighed and stroked his hands up and down your back as he pecked your temple.

"I'll be gone for a bit, yeah?" he said while gently brushing his thick thumbs over your hips. Your heart fluttered at his light touch as you parted your lips against his skin. Hobie’s breath hitched as you gently kissed his pulse, letting your lips linger against his neck as you felt his hands tighten around your waist. “Please? Just a little longer?” you murmured, your lips dancing over his sensitive pulse as your breasts pushed against his chest. Hobie swallowed thickly as he tilted his head back. His pupils grew by the second as you gave him your best puppy-dog eyes. Your boyfriend sighed and scratched the back of his head.

“Well…who am I to deny my baby ?” your lover said with a cocked grin. You squealed and wiggled on top of him, drawing another deep, melodic chuckle from his throat. You smiled widely as you finally felt like you were starting to warm up against your beloved’s body, his hands wandering up and down your sides as he peppered your cheek with kisses. You giggled before he suddenly laid his palms against your ass and tenderly squeezed your supple cheeks.

A mischievous smile crossed Hobie’s features as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Y’know…there’s another way I could help warm you up,” he whispered while smoothing his hands up and down your bum.

You squealed as he suddenly flipped you over, his long body draped along your back as your stomach and breasts pressed against the ruffled sheets. You whined as you felt him trace his hands along the curve of your butt.

“You wanna feel my fingers stuffin’ that perfect pussy of yours, sweet girl?” Hobie purred as he teased the band of your pants with his nimble fingers. Your walls fluttered as you gulped.

"Y-Yes please," you murmured and swayed your hips side to side. Your jaw went slack when he suddenly tugged your pants and panties over the globes of your ass.

You shivered as the cold air rolled over your exposed skin while Hobie slipped his hand between your soft thighs. You keened and arched your back as Hobie gently circled his fingertips over your slick, needy hole. You trembled as he pecked over your neck and slid his long, heavy fingers up and down your juicy slit. You moaned and wiggled beneath your lover as he spread your folds apart, the small squelch sending a pulse of heat through your dripping snatch.

"Keep making those noises f'me, baby. Love hearin' your sweet voice," Hobie purred before puckering his lips over your neck. You gasped and mewled as he suckled on your pulse while smoothing his fingers over your sensitive bundle of nerves. "Mmm, good girl," he groaned before lathing his warm tongue over the fresh hickey adorning your neck.

"Hobie, please," you pouted and shifted your hips as he continued to tease your puffy clit with his digits. You felt him smirk against your pulse as he trailed his fingers further down your slit. You squeezed your eyes shut and ducked your head into your arms as he gently prodded your entrance wide open with two thick fingers.

"God, you feel so fuckin’ warm," Hobie rumbled before sucking over your neck once more. You panted as you felt him sink his digits even deeper inside your wet heat, feeling every inch of his long fingers drag along your velvety walls.

“H-Hobieee~,” you keened as you felt your tight hole being stretched by his nimble digits. Your walls pulsed as he peppered your neck with wet, sloppy kisses. The deep groan that reverberated inside Hobie’s chest made you quiver as he began to slowly pump his fingers inside your dripping sex. A sharp cry fell from your lips as he scissored his digits within your tight heat.

“Such a sweet girl,” your boyfriend murmured as he skillfully curled his fingers with a wet squelch. You squirmed as he slipped his other hand up your burning body, his fingers taking a greedy handful of your breast before giving it a tender squeeze.

“F-Faster, please,” you begged him while slapping your ass against his palm. Hobie’s snicker reverberated against your neck before he slammed his fingers down to the knuckle. You squirmed and keened at the delicious push and pull of his digits against your sensitive, velvety walls.

“Fuck,” you choked out as you ducked your face into the pillow. Your body jiggled each time he thrusted his fingers back into you, drawing out heavy sighs and sonorous moans from your pretty lips.

“Yeah, that’s it baby girl,” your boyfriend praised as he snaked his other hand around and began to draw sloppy shapes around your clit. You tensed beneath him as your walls fluttered against his long, curved digits. “Don’t hold back - I want you to cum on my fingers before I fuck this cute little pussy of yours,” your lover rumbled in a low, husky voice before nipping at your earlobe.

Your eyes rolled back as he rubbed your clit with even more fervor, each stroke bringing you closer and closer to the edge of your sweet release.

“H-Hobie,” you writhed as he tugged the collar of your sweater to the side. A small gasp left you as Hobie nibbled on your shoulder before lathing his warm, wet tongue over the tiny bite mark. Your legs violently shook as your boyfriend's fingertips brushed against your gummy cervix, the sensation causing the band inside you to violently snap.

“Fuck yes!” you cried out and threw your head back as your pussy squeezed his digits in a greedy vice - soaking his nimble fingers with your warm, delectable nectar.

“Christ,” Hobie cursed as he slowly dragged his fingers inside your puckering hole. “Makin’ such a mess, babydoll," your lover drawled. Your jaw went slack when he curled his fingers against your g-spot; a massive wave of pleasure rolling through your fluttering cunt as you mewled. “I fuckin’ love it,” Hobie murmured while smirking against your shoulder.

You felt like your limbs were turned to jelly by the time your walls stopped pulsing around his thick digits. Your breath hitched as your boyfriend slowly pulled out his deft fingers, leaving your entrance raw and oozing with your cream. You slowly opened your eyes when you felt something warm and slick against the corner of your mouth.

"Go on, lovie: see how good you taste," your lover rumbled. You parted your lips with a heavy sigh before Hobie slipped in his slick-coated digits. You moaned softly as the sweet taste of your own cum washed over your delicate tastebuds. Hobie groaned and pulled his boxers down as you curled your lips over his fingers and suckled on them tenderly.

"Fuck, that's a good girl," he praised as you swirled your tongue around his thick, long fingers. You fluttered your lashes as he pulled his fingers towards the inside of your cheek. You mewled and thrusted your ass back as you felt the cold bulb of his cock piercing rub up and down your drenched slit.

"You still want me to stretch out this cute pussy with my thick cock, hm?" Hobie chuckled as he teased your needy clit with his throbbing tip.

"Fuck, yes!" you slurred against his fingers as you threw your ass back. You could practically feel the smirk on Hobie's face as he slipped his fingers from your mouth with a wet "pop". You shivered as he traced his wet fingertips along your spine before smoothing his palm over one of your supple asscheeks. You squirmed against your lover's touch as he lined his tip to your weeping entrance. The ache to be filled with his long, veiny cock drove you into a lustful frenzy as you whined.

"Hobie, please! I-I need you," you mewled your cheeks jiggling against his taut hips as his bulbous head just barely slipped past the rim of your tight hole. You shivered as his hot breath fell against your neck.

"I'm here, baby," he murmured gently as he spread your cheeks apart. You gasped and instantly curled your fists against the soft, cotton sheets as Hobie slowly pushed his girth inside your needy cunt.

"Fuck, Hobie!" you moaned and squeezed your eyes shut as your walls stretched and molded to the perfect curve of his length.

"God, you wrap around me so fuckin' perfectly," Hobie grunted as he squeezed your bum. A shiver ran down your spine and straight to your core when his sharp hips became flush against your ass, his whole length stuffing you to the limit. You swallowed thickly and mewled as you felt his heavy balls rest snugly against your puffy clit: the light pressure enough to make you nearly fall over the edge again.

"Oh my fuckin' God," Hobie groaned as your walls pulsed around his shaft. Your eyes shot open as he dragged his cock half-way out before slowly thrusting it back inside your tight, squelching hole. "Pussy feels so good, lovie," he moaned as he rocked his hips at a steady pace.

"F-Fuck," you keened at the delectable, wet friction of his dick gliding along your silky walls. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you felt your cunt spasm and clench around his cock. "No, not yet," you begged internally before gasping as he slammed his cock down to the hilt.

Your moans nearly shook the walls as Hobie's pace began to pick up, the tightness in your core growing with every drag of his dick. Your legs trembled as you felt his Prince Albert kiss and rub against your cervix with each eager thrust.

"S-Shit, babydoll. Huggin' me so tight," Hobie grunted as he dug his nails into your hips, the pressure enough to surely leave bruises tomorrow. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as stars began to dance in your vision.

"God, yes - k-keep going," you moaned and arched your spine as you felt every nerve ending in your body glow with pleasure. Your body instantly stiffened when Hobie slipped his fingers against your engorged clit.

"Hobie!" you screamed as the cord inside you violently snapped. Your eyes rolled back as waves of pleasure crashed and tumbled over you - a riptide of bliss tearing your mind to shreds. Your legs quaked as your pussy clenched down on his dick - gripping it in a deliciously snug vice.

"Oh God," Hobie grunted as his thrusts faltered, your walls pulsing and soaking his cock with your warm slick. You babbled his name incessantly as he began to snap his hips forward once more. "You're so fuckin' hot when you squirt all over my cock, baby," your boyfriend moaned while pounding into your puffy cunt.

You could only manage a strangled mewl as your body was shaken with wave after wave of overstimulation. Your jaw went slack at the sound of your cheeks clapping each time Hobie's hips slapped against your body.

"Want me to fill you up, sweet girl?" Hobie purred as he began to rub messy circles around your bundle of nerves. You released a strained cry of pleasure when his cock twitched between your snug walls. "C'mon, baby: let me here you," your lover coaxed before gently pressing his soft lips to your shoulder. You parted your lips as you slightly tilted your head to the side.

"Y-Yes," your voice cracked as you felt yourself already growing tight again. Only Hobie could do this: make you cum so many times before he eventually filled you up with his thick, potent seed. "Yes, H-Hobie. Please stuff me so full that your cum leaks from my pussy," you mewled. You felt him smirk against the patch of goosebumps over your skin as he continued to thrust his heavy length into your aching, stretched out hole.

"That's my girl," Hobie's breath stuttered before he latched his mouth onto your skin. You threw your head back and keened as you felt the gentle suction of his lips against the tender bite mark left from before. Your mind was too far-gone with pleasure to even register the sound of your bed loudly creaking and groaning as your lover's thrusts began to falter.

"Fuck, (Y/N). Cum with me, lovie. Cum with-" Hobie cut himself off as he suddenly slammed his cock down to the base. Both of you moaned in unison as waves of pleasure rocked you to the core. "Fuck yes," Hobie gasped as his cock pulsed inside your drenched cunt, painting your walls with ropes of this thick seed. Your head spun as he panted against your shoulder, his fingers now digging crescents into your plush waist.

"S-So good, Hobie," you shuddered as your body was ravaged with euphoria. You panted heavily as your pussy sucked him deep inside you, his piercing pressing against the gummy plug to your womb as his cock continued to throb. Your heart pounded in your ears as you drifted back down from your high, your body coated in a thin sheet of sweat as Hobie groaned.

The room was filled with the sound of your combined, heavy panting as the two of you caught your breath. You whimpered as he slowly began to pull out.

"You okay, lovie?" Hobie asked as he smoothed his hands over the marks he dug into your hips. You sighed as you soaked in every dip and curve of his body pressed against yours: from his calloused fingertips lingering on your skin to his softening cock still trapped between your cum-coated walls.

"I...I just want us to stay like this," you said while biting your lip, your heart pounding against your sternum as you fluttered your lashes. "Please?" you cooed. Hobie chuckled softly as he gave a slow nod.

"As you wish," he hummed. You squeaked when he suddenly wrapped his lanky arms around your torso and plopped onto his side.

"Hobie!" you laughed as he pecked your neck while pulling you flush against him. You giggled at the cheeky smile plastered on his face as he peppered your neck with slow, lazy kisses. Your body glowed with warmth as he sighed and traced his fingertips over the curves of your stomach.

"You're so special t'me, y'know that?" Hobie said, his voice hoarse yet also endearingly soft. You slowly turned your head and gave him a gentle smile.

"You're special to me, too, Hobie," you murmured before kissing the tip of his pierced nose. Your boyfriend grinned ear-to-ear as he closed his eyes and nuzzled his face into your neck.

"Love you, babydoll," Hobie murmured as he slowly closed his eyes. You giggled when he suddenly let out a loud snore, the sound rumbling through your ear as his chest rose and fell. You cooed and pecked his cheek before pulling the covers over your worn bodies.

"Love you, too, Hobie," you whispered gently.

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rookiesbookies · 4 months

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I got bored my sweet and lovely readers and stumbled upon a beautiful british dude who talks about his prince albert and his uncut cock so yeah. That’s rattling around in my head. Apparently like 95% of the people born in UK have uncut dicks which is crazy for me to think about as an american. Personally I generally prefer cut, the guy im with rn has a cut one and I think it looks really pretty honestly but here we go.

Do they have piercings? Or tattoos? Cut or Uncut?

141 + Konig, Krueger, & Keegan

Damn lotta K names now.

Price

No piercings. He doesn’t really understand the appeal but doesn’t judge people for them.

Definitely has a tattoo on his left ribs of the number “141” in a really nice script. Probably got a tattoo of Soap’s full name and born/death dates under it as a reminder. To pivot away from that sad sad tattoo, uncut.

Soap

He got 1 nipple pierced while drunk. He was supposed to get both but after the first he sobered right up. Swore to never go back to the piercing shop (did but that was to get drunk tattoos)

For tattoos he has a Scottish flag with the words “Scotland Forever” under it in nice text but it was supposed to be over his heart (its on his right pec). And uncut but like a really pretty and thick uncut. I’ll… give more details in a fic later if its requested. Because there’s so much I could say.

Ghost

Got a single ear pierced the night Johnny got his nipple done. He let the hole close and didnt take good care of it so it got a minor infection once. Also see him getting something like a lorum piercing while drunk, probably screamed really loud, still blames Johnny because they were both really REALLY wasted. Uncut.

Gaz

Got both his ears pierced and his eyebrow done about two years before he started basic training. He’s let the eyebrow piercing close over the years but still occasionally puts studs in his ears. Uncut.

Konig

Lowkey probably gets off on certain pains so I feel like he got both his nipples pierced and its not bc of that one render I see going around, because of that render I do believe he has a cthulhu tattoo. I fully believe this man would get like a Prince Albert piercing for the hell of it. Definitely uncut, Europe is generally uncut from my understanding and I just dont see it for him personally.

Krueger

Nope. He’s more likely to have tattoos than piercings. Couldn’t keep them clean. Probably did get a stupid tattoo when he was a kid that he regrets. Uncut.

Keegan

I feel like he got an ear bar as a teen. Idk if he still has it bc it would prob catch on the baklavas but I feel like he did. Cut and probably really clean.

Masterlist is pinned on profile as always, don’t forget to leave me a comment or a request in my inbox to let me know what yall want to see!

Edit: I can go into more detail and will if requested

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lostalioth · 7 months

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𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

→ premise: your his band manager he shouldn’t be thinking about those gorgeous red lips wrapped around his dick, but you and that stupid lipstick drive him crazy.

→ pairing: rockstar!eddie x fem!band manager!reader

→ warnings: smut [18+], PURE SMUT, oral [m receiving], eddie has a prince albert piercing, male masturbation described, reader is described to wear red lipstick a lot bit that’s the only physical description, slight dub-con? reader just starts sucking him off, nicknames [pretty girl, baby], VERY slight praise

→ a/n: this is only my second time writing eddie so I hope its not horrible anyway enjoy loves!

You and that stupid dark red lipstick that damn lipstick that drives Eddie mad. You’re his band manager, he wasn’t supposed to think of you this way, he wasn't supposed to fantasize about how pretty those red lips would look wrapped around his cock, his pants shouldn’t tighten whenever he watches you talk or lecture his other band members for being reckless. He shouldn’t wonder about the way your tongue would feel running along the underside of his shaft. He shouldn’t think about the way your throat would tighten around his cock when his hips buck up and hit the back of your throat. The idea of his swollen tip and your spit coating his cock as tears brim in your eyes makes his stomach stir.

The thought of those stupid red beautiful lips sucking him off and your doe eyes staring up at him haunt his dreams even. It is what led him to be spread out on his bunk at the back of the tour bus, his cock in hand, pumping hard, head thrown back in immense pleasure, his thoughts of you often cloud his head and lead him to this scenario more frequently than he cared to account for.

His fist tightens around his shaft as he strokes his cock, his spit acting as lube to allow his hand to slide easily and fast around his dick. He couldn’t hold back his groans and grunts of your name slipping past his lips as his hips buck up into his fist.

“Oh fuck just like that baby, suck that cock pretty girl fucccckk” he groaned as he grips onto the sheets under him with his free hand, the pressure and pleasure building in his stomach. He paid no mind to how loud he was being, the tour bus was empty, the rest of his band mates and you having gone off to lunch. He had faked being too tired cause the minute he saw you in that signature dark red lipstick, his head went hazy and all he could think of was it smeared across your face as he fucked up into your thorat. His thoughts wondered as it always did and he couldn’t ignore the torturous ache in his cock.

“Hey Ed’s, you rested up?? We got that band meeting in a bit, you ready–“ your voice breaks his train of thought and is suddening booming in his ears as you brush through the door leading to the sleeping quarters just as your name rolls off his tongue, his voice heavy with want and hand frozen still wrapped tightly around his shaft. Your own voice suddenly caught in your throat and your sentence cut off.

His whole body tenses at your presence, he knew you heard his loud grunt of your name, there was no way you didn't. Your eyes widen as you take in his state, eyes slowly and painfully scanning his body. Chest heaving as sweat trails down his forehead making his long black curls stick to it, lips parted and his hand wrapped around the base of his thick cock. The tip of his dick swollen and bright red, that's when you see it your eyes catch on something shiny. A small sliver curved bar through his leaking tip, a Prince Albert piercing. A small lustful gasp leaves your mouth making eddies cock twitch.

“Fuck..” you whine, thighs clenching and eyes glued to the jewerly decorating his cock. Your feet are guiding you subconsciously closer before you register your own actions. Eddie's hand never seems to leave his dick as his whole body is frozen, he didn't know what reaction to accept but you coming closer wasn’t it whatsoever. He felt as though time was moving in slow motion as you slowly walked closer, he hadn’t even noticed you closed the door behind you. He watches with wide eyes as you begin to sink to your knees in front of him. “What- what are you- oh fuck” he can barely finish his statement before your mouth is wrapped around the tip of his cock. The cold metal bar of his piercing running over your tounge.

“Just shut up Ed’s” you mumble with a small smirk.he is nodding frantically in response before his head falls back, eyes shut tight trying his best to determine if this was real or not. If this was a dream it was a damn good one he never wanted to wake from.

“Mmmm.. Fuck baby” he groans as his hand finally unwraps from his cock and slips through your hair as your mouth sinks further down his shaft, taking as much as you could of him in your mouth.

His head felt foggy, he couldn’t believe he was finally feeling your mouth on him. It felt heavenly better than he could’ve ever imagined. He opened his eyes to watch the way those velvet red lips that were the center of all his fantasies sank down on his twitching cock finally sucking him off. He nearly keels over as your tongue darts out and slides up and down the veins on the underside of his straining cock, he was already very close to the edge from his own hand earlier but finally feeling your mouth on him made him almost immediately tip right over that edge. Your lipstick has begun to smear and coat his cock leaving dark red stains all over his shaft. He never wants the sight of that to ever leave his memory.

“God fuck, look at you taking all of my cock baby just like a good girl” he moans and softly bucks his hips as you sink your mouth down completely to the hilt of his cock.

You hum and moan around his cock as his throbbing tip hits the back of your throat as well as his piercing causing you to gag softly. He groans as your nails grip and scratch at his thighs to brace yourself as his hips speed up the thrusting. The knot in the pit of his stomach tightens to its brink and he holds your cheek stroking it softly.

“Fuck, pretty girl im gonna cum, can i-can i cum in your mouth?” He questioned, his voice suddenly laced with nervousness, he felt slightly embarrassed at how fast he was becoming undone simply from your mouth. You hum enthusiastically around his cock in response and he smiles before blurting out thank you over and over as releases deep in your mouth. His hot seed sliding down your throat as you swallow it all.

“Oh fuck…” he groans as he chuckles softly still trying to process what happened. With a small smile you slowly slide your mouth off his cock, that was now covered in smears of your lipstick, even his piercing having red smears on it. You lean up grab his chin causing his brows to furrow in confusion before you start to kiss all over his face. Leaving perfect dark red lip prints all over, before hopping back to your feet and standing up straight you give Eddie a small peck on the lips with a giggle.

“Wipe that off before your show tonight and you’ll never have my mouth on you again, meeting in 5!” You giggle and disappear out of the tour bus with a huge smile on your face before Eddie has time to process it all, lipstick still smeared on your face and faded.

Eddie simply lays there star struck, staring down at his lipstick stained cock dumbfounded as to if that was simply the most realistic fantasy he’s ever had or real, the dark red lipstick stains covering his face and cock however are his wonderful reminder that it was very much real and he couldn’t wait for it to happen again.

→ a/n: rockstar!eddie has to be my favorite au of eddie and him being pierced?!?! OMG?!?! anyway I hope you all enjoyed i wrote this late at night and started to get delirious so I hope there aren’t too many mistakes lol.

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Prince Edward has paid tribute to his wife, Sophie, as his ‘absolute rock’ as he discussed his family life with Alan Titchmarsh during an appearance on Love Your Weekend.

The episode, which is set to air on March 10, the Duke of Edinburgh’s 60th birthday, will see the Prince sit down with the presenter and open up about his wife, the Duchess of Edinburgh, and their two children, Lady Louise, 20, and James, Earl of Wessex, 16.

Speaking of how much Sophie means to him, the Duke called his wife ‘critical, absolutely critical.’

He continued:

‘She's been an absolutely brilliant rock and I'm incredibly lucky that I found Sophie and that she found me. Hopefully, we've been a really brilliant partnership.

We're very lucky, we’ve got two, of what we would think are particularly brilliant children, who are forging such different paths for themselves. I think that's also equally fascinating.’

Elsewhere he spoke about the significance of Mothering Sunday and described what the celebration means for his own family.

Prince Edward said, ‘Always and it's doubly so when you've got your own children - your own family is very important.’

‘Those days were [important growing up], and these days are really important to remember some very, very special people in our lives.

There should be several times in the year when we make a special sort of effort and Mothering Sunday was very much one of those where you made a special effort just to say ‘thank you.’

So it goes on and that's the lovely thing about it. That's the lovely thing about families and that's what it should be.’

During the discussion, Prince Edward also revealed the lasting memories his grandchildren have of the late Prince Philip, including teaching his daughter Lady Louise to drive a carriage.

It's a hobby, which was a passion of the late Duke’s, and has since been adopted as one of Lady Louise’s.

He said, ‘It was entirely off her own bat. I mean, you know, just one day, ‘Can I go out with you and go sit on the boxes?’

He was like, ‘Absolutely.’

'He never was going to say no! He took her out with the team and I think it was only the second time, he was driving along and he said, ‘Do you want to have a go?’ and she didn’t have time to even answer the question, he just handed the reins across.’

Elsewhere in the discussion, Prince Edward spoke about how much it meant to him to be bestowed the title of Duke of Edinburgh. He said:

‘It was a huge privilege but also quite a lot of weight of expectation as well. I mean, there's an awful lot of legacy that came with that title and everything that my father had done. Especially when you're not inheriting it, this is a choice… that comes with all the expectations that people have.

It's just the weirdest and strangest feeling. You walk into a room and, particularly still today, there are name places on a card and I still look around going ‘Yes, but where am I sitting?’

Explaining how he would describe his father Prince Philip, The Duke called him an ‘extraordinary mind’, adding:

‘He was the Prince Albert of our age. He had an extraordinary mind. He loved design, he loved innovation, he was brilliant with all sorts of people.

Sometimes it didn't necessarily come across that way, but he was actually brilliant with people. He was always, always encouraging everybody. You sort of needed to get to know him.’

The interview comes after Sophie gave her own touching tribute to Edward during a royal engagement earlier in March.

The Duchess gave a rare, gushing tribute to her husband, calling him ‘the best of fathers and the most loving of husbands.’

Prince Edward looked deeply emotional throughout the speech, putting his hands over his face, as Sophie spoke about their love, saying, ‘I am so proud of the man he is.’

#Prince Edward #Duke of Edinburgh #Sophie Duchess of Edinburgh #Duchess of Edinburgh #Sophie Rhys Jones #Lady Louise #James Earl of Wessex #British Royal Family #Love Your Weekend #Mothering Sunday #Prince Philip

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Ugh. The campus I work at is filled with such loud mouthed students. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job teaching English but I always end up with the worst of the bunch. This obnoxious theatre majors are the worst. And on Halloween is the worst. Prancing around it their costumes, referencing some musical I’ve never heard of or some broadway star. I’m sick of it. I just wish I could find a costume this year that would help me relate more to my students. Is there anything that would make me fun and popular like those obnoxious theatre kids?

From Teacher to Student

Your in luck we have yet another ne device here at the store, is the Wish Shower. Step inside and the water will run over you and give you what you are looking for. You do and soon you feel your old body seemingly float down the drain as the new you forms. You get skinny, tattoos spread across your new skinny form. Your hair darkened and piercings appear in your ears, nose, lip and whoa, you even end up with a prince albert. You exit the shower totally dressed, amazed at what you saw reflecting back, you look just like one of your students now.

Your name is now Drew, you love things dark, a huge fan of Edgar Allen Poe, you long to become a great writer like him with less of the tragedy of his life. When your not in school you work at a coffeehouse. You're looking for Mr. Right still even after several failed relationships. But when you are with your theater friends you are the life of the party. This year the theme of your Halloween party is Gothic and you already had your eyes on the perfect costume at this quant little shop across from the strip club. Hope it's still there.

You ended your latest insta story before exiting the shower room, walking right past me and out into your new life as a college student. Your friends were waiting for you at the strip club across the street, one of your friends worked there.

#body transformation #male transformation #cursed object #Wish Shower

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deadlydelicious · 8 months

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ok not to be a fucking British history nerd on main but yall

Henry's royal house is 'Hanover-Stuart' - implying he comes from the House of Hanover

but the last Hanover monarch was Queen Victoria. Her children inherited their father (her cousin's) house- Saxe-Coburg and Gotha. After that the British line of Hanover effectively ended

So the persistence of the name then implies that in the Red White and Royal Blue universe, Queen Victoria - who we know exists as a Queen in universe because of the food fight joke- was either succeed by a much more distantly related Hanover- implying her children either didn't exist or were somehow removed from the line of succession (hello new fictional civil war of 1901), OR it implies that Queen Victoria somehow, in 1840- changed the entire system of patralineage into a matralineage so her children would inherit the Hanover title. This would then in turn imply that the female line would have to be acknowledged as the stronger claimant to the throne meaning the heir to Victoria's throne would NOT have been Edward VII, but instead Victoria's first born- a daughter also called Victoria (hereafter referred to as V2 for clarity).

But in real life V2 went on to become the empress of Germany and the mother of the last German Kaiser - you know the one who was CREEPILY almost incestuously obsessed with his mothers hands and who ALSO LARGELY CAUSED WW1 BY MAKING 1910s GERMANY AN EXTREMELY AGGRESSIVE MILITARY POWER TO RESOLVE IS DADDY ISSUES?! But if in RW&RB V2 never became the German Empress, she never would have had Wilhelm II, and would instead have married a man of lower station and went on to continue the Hanover line in England, meaning there would be no Willhelm II - whos infamously erratic and hostile foreign policy led to the destabilization of Germany's position in Europe and was likely the main contributor to the reactionary foreign policies of other European powers that then caused the beginning of the conflict that became WW1.

SO IN RW&RB, IS THERE NO WW1?!

and that's not even getting into the Stuart of it all - a Royal line that ended IN 1714 AND WAS THE WHOLE SOURCE OF THE JACOBITE UPRISINGS. like if the Stuart line continued in the name, that implies that instead of it dying out with Anne, and the distant relatives of James II then forming the Jacobites to reclaim the throne, they somehow wove them back into the family tree?!

So were there no Jacobite Uprisings in RW&RB?

Is that why Henry is able to be styled as Prince of Wales, despite him not being the Crown Prince- because in this universe with the Stuarts still part of the royal family the Crown Prince's seat now becomes Prince of Scotland, also implying that Scotland has also now become a principality rather than a kingdom?! And how did the Stuart line stay in? Did Victoria NOT marry Albert, but instead marry a Stuart? But no, because the last Stuart was literally a fatherless priest who died 20 years before she was born, and the V&A still exists in universe, so Victoria still definitely married Albert. So did V2 get married off to some distant Stuart (most likely Francis V of Modena)? IS SCOTLAND A PRINCIPALITY NOW?! WHO CAUSED WW1?! WAS IT BECAUSE OF THE FICTIONAL BRITISH CIVIL WAR OF 1901?!

WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS AMAZON. YOUR SILLY LITTLE CHANGE TO AVOID PISSING OF PONCEY KING CHAZ IS GOING TO EAT HOLES IN MY BRAIN

pictured here: my mental state rn

#Its 4:30am and i have brain rot about this movie #and henrys last name has been BUGGING me as a plot point #i know there is no way they thought it through this much #red white and royal blue #henry fox mountchristen windsor #henry hanover stuart fox

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Video Breakdown: THE FINAL GOOGLE FEUD

For @childofphivorce who won this breakdown from the @phandomgives fanworks raffle as part of Dan’s birthday fundraiser! Thanks for donating and for choosing one of my favorite DAPG videos! 😄

Date video was published: 08/22/2018 (X)

Welcome to perhaps the most chaotic of all DAPG videos. 😜 It was filmed in early August during Interactive Introverts, in a hotel room in Vancouver before they started the Australia leg of the tour. It was also filmed the same day as DIL CLONES A SIM which was the video posted before this one. (Also chaotic, and the source of my most meaningless DNP theory).

They left Vancouver on August 16 (1, 2), so this video was posted once they were already in Australia, the same day as one of their shows in Brisbane. (Can we talk about what else they posted from Australia? That month was extremely…something 1, 2).

This was the fourth (and ‘final,’ obviously 😅) of their videos playing Google Feud. ‘Excitement mixed with terror’ indeed.

0:00 - it is immediately wild. the synchronized leaning. Phil’s huge staring eyes. could they be sitting any closer. the single bed in background…

0:10 - Phil giggle! they really put a lot of editing effects into this one

0:16 - Phil’s hair is so messy!

0:20 - Dan with the “live your truth”

0:23 - “you get up to a lot when you’re not tweeting” Phil, WHAT?! 😳

0:35 - 30+ seconds into the video and they haven’t started the game but Dan’s discussing politics…seems about right

0:44 - does that…happen a lot Phil? 😅

1:02 - they are so into this conversation with each other. also significantly more eye contact than most videos

1:09 - ah there we go, lmao. I love Phil’s wide natural smile

1:23 - Phil is really not blinking…the slow head turn as he looks back at Dan. also Phil’s always sitting up straight and Dan hunching a little so Dan’s always looking slightly up at him

1:32 - nice transition to promo there. love Dan making Phil name them and trying to catch him out for not knowing

1:46 - behind the scenes searching and conversations…a lot of that in this one

1:59 - Phil thinking of something camera-appropriate to say but just went in a weird!Phil direction because he can’t help it

2:22 - Phil having a speaking struggle

2:29 - but they will not tell us the final score or who wins…guessing this might have been forgotten after the upcoming pizza break 😂

2:33 - Dan…what are you doing with your hand off camera there

2:38 - cutie! Phil is wearing one of his new merch shirts, we had just recently been released (1, 2). nice promo there boys; I’m sure everyone was able to understand that

2:47 - HOW are they always on the exact same page

2:52 - what a start to the actual game…Phil immediately and excitedly with “nipple” and Dan with “Prince Albert”...sure

2:59 - Phil is SO MAD 🤣 and Dan is immediately mocking

3:10 - “my mind goes to the dirty place” …well no shit, lol

3:15 - “ladydoor” Dan, NO

3:18 - Phil with the references. they are sitting so close they’re literally touching this entire video

3:38 - Dan does not believe this for one second and Phil is so confident about it.

3:44 - the implied ‘this guy’

3:52 - again, Dan with the touching/pushing partially off camera. surprised this video didn’t have WAY more jump cuts

4:01 - again, Phil with the extreme confidence that he’s correct. what a conversation

4:13 - love Phil somehow figuring out exactly what Dan’s talking about

4:22 - “you don’t even know what culture means” 😂 roast him Phil

4:24 - Phil is immediately excited at the words “game show”

4:26 - “my secret ideas folder”...Dan pointing at himself; Phil’s lip bite…I don’t think I want to know what else is in that folder actually 😳

4:38 - ah yes, the start of Dan guessing “dog” for many questions straight

4:39 - does Phil say “owls”?! what? I’ve never heard that before when watching this!

4:50 - surprised Phil is the one to answer with his phone anxiety

4:54 - I love the teasing and Phil’s lack of ability to keep a straight face

5:01 - jump cut and Phil’s still grinning about that “burn” 😅

5:03 - “I don’t have legs” I LOVE him

5:05 - this is some INTENSE rock-paper-scissors. god I love that they left this whole bit in

5:20 - mukbang mention! was this the initial idea or had Phil already been thinking about it for a while at this point?

5:23 - I am 100% on the side of that noise here is an ass-slap. I know people say it’s the chair, but I simply choose to believe otherwise 😊

5:25 - every video should have a pizza intermission, apparently

5:39 - they did not discuss it. love that they can’t remember and don’t care

5:43 - the prompts they got in this one really just add to the whole vibe 😂 I love Phil always looking at Dan right away to see his reaction

5:48 - love Dan basically asking if they’re just giving up at this point

5:58 - “men can be milked” …Dan is losing his will to live

6:12 - Phil being right about “man”...he should really trust the first thing that comes to his mind!

6:21 - this video is really an insight into Phil’s brain

6:28 - minds on two different things there…

6:42 - Phil would have been so mad if Dan had gotten it right by stealing his thought. that song is from 2005.

6:53 - bread-face-Dan smile

7:01 - Phil looks so sad! 🥺 love Dan turning it around into audience compliments

7:12 - “you keep saying dog” …no kidding!

7:13 - their reaction to this one kills me 🤣 it truly makes no sense. the “carrot” bit runs through my head at least a couple times a week

7:31 - Dan is so right about the hand thing!

7:45 - this one should have been in ‘why I was a weird kid’ at some point!

7:52 - “cop out when you get to the neck...same” what does that mean Dan

8:08 - the dog guessing finally paid off! Dan is so pleased with himself and Phil cannot believe it

8:18 - oh, maybe Phil still is keeping track of the scores! they just hadn’t gotten one right in ages

8:50 - now Phil is questioning everything he thinks of

9:00 - Phil with his angry hands-behind-his-head

9:12 - really want to know what conversation got cut out where Phil suggested “tampon”!

9:17 - shingles should not get an eyebrow waggle…why

9:23 - old Dan video reference there!

9:35 - now Dan’s turn to tell a likely untrue story about a potentially non-existent aunt, lol. “a barbeque of jesters” what is happening in Phil’s brain

9:43 - WHAT was that jump cut that comes back in with Dan laughing and shaking his head and another ‘this guy’ gesture

9:51 - Dan ‘valley girl’/Becky/Jessica voice! he has fully given up at this point

10:02 - and then I love the contrast with Phil giving one actual serious answer in the whole video and getting it right 😂 and Dan’s cackle!

10:20 - they really have stopped discussing the answers much at this point

10:26 - Phil’s long-standing hatred of cheese! why he thought that would be a common search though, I don’t know…more hands on head!

10:36 - that’s what makes the video amazing actually

10:47 - Dan is so insistent on knowing who it is! like that bit in one of the Stereo shows where he HAD to know who Phil was talking about

10:56 - the dabbing was such a thing! surprised they didn’t accidentally smack each other doing that

11:06 - “why do they call it spoons” oh Phil 🤣 I don’t remember where, but I saw someone say that this isn’t as ridiculous as Dan’s making it seem! Phil was probably referring to the UK chain Wetherspoons, which is usually just referred to as “Spoons”

11:14 - Phil leaning fully into Dan’s space. and then having to get him back for the teasing!

11:26 - love Dan being so upset about Phil skipping past this even though they’ve hardly been discussing the answer at all anyway

11:29 - Phil trying to keep Dan from getting loud seems like a losing battle…though he seems a bit more distracted than upset

12:09 - there was 100% about to be a nose boop here, why did they cut it? 🥺

12:15 - the parallels of their guesses with “tall”-”tol” and “endangered”-“rare”!

12:31 - more valley girl! love the implication from Phil that this is something Dan has been doing all day/”today”

12:39 - another bit that runs through my head far too often

12:46 - Phil upping the stakes! the dramatic sound effect is great

13:10 - and now he is immediately regretting throwing that gauntlet down

13:18 - Dan is enjoying Phil’s struggle. and making throw-away guesses so Phil can’t try again 😅 (or just trying to end the video as quickly as possible at this point)

13:26 - Phil doing a bit of the voice too here…mimicking Dan!

13:40 - oh Phil…love when he’s so amused by his own thoughts

13:52 - I really can’t believe the game did that when it didn’t even accept “nipple” rather than “nipples” earlier

13:59 - I guess we know who wins after that, even without them saying

14:13 - Phil had to pick up Lion to use as a stress ball!

14:27 - “blood”...what is Phil’s brain. Dan cackle! I love it

14:45 - Dan just trying to be done and do the endscreen as Phil is speechless in the background 😂

14:52 - of COURSE he pulls out all-or-nothing! how could he not

15:07 - but for once Dan telling him no!

15:21 - “I’ll lick…” lick WHAT Phil?! and then he looks around the room for something!

15:24 - love the sad music

15:32 - Dan finding a way to defend Phil/blame someone else

15:39 - Phil is not listening just…looking 👀

15:45 - love the endscreen bubbles - “danisnotacarrot” and “noallornothingphil” heehee

15:52 - Dan has far too much energy for the end of this video

WHAT were they thinking when they edited and posted this?! I mean...it is a lot. They must have looked at the footage and then decided to just really lean into it with the edit as well. And I love it. During the Cambridge WAD preshow, Dan was asked if they were high during filming. 😂 A very common theory, but at least during the 2018ish era Dan always seemed pretty ‘meh’ about weed, so I tend to believe that they were just really really tired and horny. 🤐 Or I could see maybe a bit drunk.

We were living on DAPG content (and tour insta stories and Rize 😅 live shows I suppose)—the last main channel video was What Dan and Phil Text Each Other from mid-July, and there wouldn’t be another until the mukbang video in October after the tour ended. The next DAPG video was Dumber Ways To Die, filmed in Sydney, Australia after the (in)famous ‘or perhaps in Sydney’ live show. This was truly prime glass closet era and I think the DAPG videos they filmed during II are some of their best.

#dan and phil #dnp #dapg #KD thoughts #video breakdown #phandomgives #THE FINAL GOOGLE FEUD #long post

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they wear flowers on their chest

for @mc5ftjillo, who inspired this post

so, as many may have noticed, our two favorite queers have been in the habit of showing off the flowers they really like. most significantly, we have louis putting flowers on his chest with his very own fashion line, 28 programme, and harry wearing a pair of coats in the late night talking mv where the boutonnières almost cover their entire fronts. this is - obviously - not random, but it really holds more significance than i even realised at first glance.

from the expo at the V&A museum: fashioning masculinities

history of the boutonnière

boutonnière, or flowers in the lapel of a suit/coat jacket

origin: (probably, likely) the war on roses: two neighboring houses in the north of england, fighting for the throne - wearing a red (house of lancaster) or white (house of york) rose on their chest to show off which house they belonged to

prince albert supposedly started the modern trend of the lapel flower, after queen victoria offered him flowers on their first wedding anniversary, which he subsequently put on display in his jacket. since there were photos made of the event, which was a rarity back then, the gesture spread as a trend

from then on, and especially through the years, it was a sign of a dressed-up gent. formal, masculine, and a show of love - wiki: symbol of good breeding, elegance, and sophistication

green carnation, oscar wilde:

oscar wilde, a famously queer writer, made a statement by wearing a green carnation in his lapel at the premiere of his play, Lady Windermere’s Fan, in 1892, urging his friends to do the same. it instantly became a symbol for solidarity among queer men, for men who loved other men

‘unnatural’ color for a flower:

“Blooming Haus speculates this may have been Oscar Wilde's way of poking fun at the authorities, using an unnatural green flower to mock the idea that, at the time, love between two men was seen as "unnatural.”

queerness of flowers, flowers symbolising queerness

flowers have borrowed their names and meanings to the queer community, for all sorts of nicknames or secret codes. like the slang ‘pansy’ for a gay man, which is just a little flower, or how a violet is an ancient lesbian symbol. (or how “evening botanist” is an old school term for a gay man which i think is just the funniest thing ever)

rose

love, esp love between gay men in japan

key part of identity! f.e. Pokémon character James is often shown carrying a rose, which is an established symbol in anime to signify a character is gay

lily

in japan, a popular genre of manga is known as yuri, revolving around romantic relationships between women

depictions of female genitalia

“Both the Greeks and Romans held the Lily in very high regard, including it in dozens of their religious myths and breeding the plants extensively. Alchemists considered it a lunar plant with feminine qualities, while the Lily is in high demand in China for weddings because its name sounds like the start of a phrase wishing the couple a happy union for a century.”

AND THEN WE COMBINE WHAT WE HAVE LEARNED

louis came on stage at the afhf last summer with a custom-made jersey, designed by the man himself, which was pretty much covered in flowers. a flower on his right pec, a bouquet on his left.

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NOW what’s super interesting here, is that louis is channelling the origins of the boutonnière with the abstract flower symbol he’s adopted as the 28 official programme logo!! it’s a yorkshire rose, the emblem of his home county. AND THEN on the OTHER SIDE he’s got ROSES, a whole bouquet of them, a universal symbol of romance, as well as that of a gay man. with the added fuck-me-up detail that the fabric of the jersey is green, the typical color of a certain someone we know, making the flowers green. just like the green coronation. ok. ok.

then we have harry, who has used lilies before, in the photo shoot for the fine line cover art and booklet, where it was used to symbolise rebirth and femininity. now, in the late night talking mv, he wore the lilies on his chest, first in the museum scene, which flows into the date scene, as well as at the end, where he officiates a wedding and then falls from the sky.

it’s completely meant to fit into the tradition of the boutonnière. harry is conveying the message: i am queer, and i am wearing it proudly on my chest. it’s not subtle, is it? it’s meant as a clear symbol for those who understand, just like oscar wilde and his friends wore the green carnation. it’s so beautiful that it’s the lily on his chest, causing the flower to be a theme in his art, of rebirth and femininity.

when you look at when exactly harry is wearing the boutonnières in the mv, it’s just...?? in the museum, he’s the art exhibit. he’s wearing the lilies openly on his chest. then, he’s on a private date with a man. his napkin is even pushed to the side a little to show off the flowers in full. then, when he’s officiating a queer wedding, he’s wearing them, and then he seems to be shot from the sky by lightning, and he’s falling through the sky on his bed. WHAT DOES IT MEAN? harry’s gayness, or the way he’s shown it with messages, isn’t hidden. irl he walks around with a pride enamel pin. he’s being scrutinised, studied, and he’s still not hiding it. then he’s in private, celebrating love, and he shows it, loud and proud. it reminds me of how harry’s stated in the past that he has shown us who he is. that he’s said it in enough ways. he hides in plain sight, just like oscar wilde and his entourage. general society knew what the green flower meant, but it remained something unspoken. now, any casual observer could see that harry is at least not straight. and yet, still, you are deemed straight until stated otherwise.

so what does one do, when one can’t say it out loud? a bit of queer signalling. with flowers.

#my posts #they wear flowers on their chest #boutonnières #queer botany #that expo at the v&a changed me man #can't stop thinking about it #and now i'm very pleased i have it out here in a post #hit me with the theories about why harry is wearing the flowers in those specific scenes in the mv #i haven't sorted my own thoughts yet #but it's a start #and louis and that green fucking jersey i will never be okay

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dabisbratz · 1 year

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I just had a thought!!

What if Gym Trainer Dabi had reader as his client? Like he he takes a look at his clipboard & sees him listed under his schedule. Given no information besides his full name he expects some old fat dude or another horny desperate girl wanting to get in his pants so bad as he is a popular gym trainer amongst the gym rat community.

The moment reader walks in the gym, Dabi just can’t seem to stop looking at him. Like he’s already perfect! From his hourglass figure, to his perky bubble butt, & his cute, innocent face how he so badly wanted to see crying from his pierced cock.

But to keep it, professional (for now), he introduces himself, and find out reader, has been insecure about himself, despite already having a nice figure. Dabi recommend some workouts and even demonstrates with him but they’re not any regular workouts. They are the ones that involve a lot of physical touch, so just imagine the interesting squads that he makes reader do not buy himself, though directly on him to the point, he could actually feel Dobies hardened cock brushing against his sweats from behind. Or maybe some thing even like doing those intimate couple push-ups, but David’s cock is right in front of his face and East time reader goes down and comes back up. He gets a small wiff of musk, flustering him.

Reader is kinda stupid. He doesn’t realize that all these workouts or just for Dabi’s enjoyment to feed his perverted, thoughts & feelings. So while he’s embarrassed, he’s so proceeds to do all these “workouts” just to receive praise.

After the first successful day, Dabi tells the reader he offers rewards to his client who successfully get done with his regiment and lead them to either his private office, or maybe in the shower/locker rooms & just strips reader.

Thoughts are racing as reader fails to comprehend what exactly Dabi’s goal is doing this. Once he successfully stripped down to the skin, he feels a bit self-conscious as he can see the visible lust filled in his trainer’s eyes.

Dabi takes a step forward & places his calloused hands upon reader’s waist, gently massaging his sides, trying to suppress a groan from escaping. He just can’t seem to keep his hands from wandering. To finally get a feel of his now favorite client’s figure against his own, he sure as hell was gonna take advantage of this moment.

Unfortunately, I can’t come up with any words that’d be exchanged between them, but I definitely imagine some kinks/activities involving like praise kink, corruption kink, slapping, & a sir kink. 😮‍💨

OMG I KNEWWWW I SAW THIS I KNEW IT!!! for a second i thought i dreamt it, but somethin was telling me i forgot somethin… stuff always gets buried): i really wanna write this!!! also the piercing mention… glad we can all agree dabi’s got a jacobs ladder/prince albert hehehe… also the reader offering to help dabi close up outta the kindness of his heart?? jus to get fucked against the glass??? n on camera??? yea…. dreamy sigh

#mlovin this babyface representation #reminds me of tattoo artist dabi…#𐂯 ! ⊹ 𝓉𝑜𝓎𝒷𝑜𝓍 — ᵎᵎ ₊˚

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the-backdoor-garden · 1 year

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List of Cuttletavio AU ideas that become more weird and deranged as you keep reading:

Modern day AU were they're idols too

Modern day AU were they're normal people

Everyone's dads AU were they get married and take care of their deranged children aka all the agents and the idols and Octavio's army of child soldiers.

Role swap AU with Pearlina (not confuse with the previous ones, as there the idols remain unchanged. Here, I imagine the Squid Sisters design would change to reflect that Pearl is their grandma now)

Pokemon AU!

High school AU but you think Craig's a jock? NAH HE'S A CHEERLEADER and Octavio is a nerd.

Minecraft AU!

Role swap AU between them which makes Craig a prince and Octavio some sort of captain (Craig would be more like a western prince because you know)

Pop Team Epic AU!

Romeo and Juliet AU (how we interpret them is already very Romeo and Juliet so it really is just a change of setting and different ending)

Roblox AU.

Assassin AU were Craig has to infiltrate octoling forces to kill Octavio but ends up falling in love (inspired by AO3 fic called "Operation: Femboy" DON'T LET THE NAME FOOL YOU, IT'S REALLY GOOD)

Racist AU- wait that's just the og-

2000s emo AU. They met through MySpace and started flirting through Tumblr.

Arcade AU. You know how arcades let you put nicknames on your high score? Well Craig is really good at this arcade game but there's someone who keeps getting higher scores than his and so they start remotely beefing but never seeing each other because they go in at different hours, until one day he finds that someone playing on the arcade and it turns out is Octavio and it's basically enemies to lovers but they're enemies because of an arcade game.

Grafitti AU. The same as before except it's grafitti. Craig makes a grafitti, Octavio goes over it and rinse and repeat until one of them finally finds the other doing it.

Sailor Moon AU! Craig is Serena and Octavio is Darien because yeaaa!

ENA AU. Craig is an Ena and Octavio is like Moony but actually supportive when his boyfriend has a mental breakdown.

Chainsaw Man AU. Craig is Denji and Octavio is Makima.

Lupin III AU. Craig is Lupin, the white glove thief, and Octavio is Zenigata, the detective whose existence revolves on catching him.

Jojo part 2 AU. Craig is Joseph and Octavio is Caesar.

News reporters AU, were they're both serious news reporters and shit.

Drift king AU. Octavio is the drift king and Craig is a guy who wants to beat him, but also Octavio is the heir of the Yakuza and it all becomes Craig helping his lover escape by winning competitions and getting money to run away.

Skullgirls AU were Craig wants to keep the Squid Sisters away from the Skullheart however Octavio is attempting to get it to harness its power without making a wish. They also both fought against the Skullheart side by side on the past, but when the Canopy Kingdom went to war with the other kingdoms (one of them being Octavio's kingdom), they had a falling out

Technical support AU. Octavio fixes computers and Craigs keeps busting his because he's cute, even tho Ammoses can literally fix it for free but oh well let the bi be bi.

Kill Bill AU but Octavio is Bill. Craig is the bride of course.

Car dealer AU were Craig wants to sell a car to Octavio so he fucking resorts to fucking.

AU of my OCs-verse were basically they're both assasins for Albert Richter, CEO of the company that owns the country, who is also their lover so trio, and they're being chased by T and D for their crimes UNLESS they stop working for the guy. Octavio wants to keep working for him but Craig doesn't, so yeah (This is a very self indulgent AU that most of you won't get unless you're my boyfriend, love you my love muack muack)

Spongebob AU. Craig is Spongebob. Octavio is Squidward.

Company AU. Craig is Octavio's secretary who is the CEO of some corporation or some shit.

BODY PILLOW AU WERE CRAIG IS OCTAVIO'S BODY PILLOW AND-

Vtuber AU.

Omegaverse AU.

Big Bang Theory AU.

Fifty Shades of Gray AU.

JFK AU. Octavio is JFK. Craig is his wife.

Coffee Shop AU.

#i apologise in advance #cuttletavio #djvorce #splatoon #dj octavio #cap'n cuttlefish #capn cuttlefish #craig cuttlefish

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 9 months

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Frank Sinatra's self-inflicted tough-guy-party-animal-Rat-Packer image was not only childish and tiresome, it belied the fact that he was well-read, thoughtful, and a committed free thinker. In this 1963 interview with Playboy magazine, Sinatra speaks frankly (sorry) about the hypocrisy and dangers of "the witch doctor in the middle"--his term for organized religion.

Playboy: All right, let's start with the most basic question there is: Are you a religious man? Do you believe in God?

Sinatra: Well, that'll do for openers. I think I can sum up my religious feelings in a couple of paragraphs. First: I believe in you and me. I'm like Albert Schweitzer and Bertrand Russell and Albert Einstein in that I have a respect for life — in any form. I believe in nature, in the birds, the sea, the sky, in everything I can see or that there is real evidence for. If these things are what you mean by God, then I believe in God. But I don't believe in a personal God to whom I look for comfort or for a natural on the next roll of the dice. I'm not unmindful of man's seeming need for faith; I'm for anything that gets you through the night, be it prayer, tranquilizers or a bottle of Jack Daniel's. But to me religion is a deeply personal thing in which man and God go it alone together, without the witch doctor in the middle. The witch doctor tries to convince us that we have to ask God for help, to spell out to him what we need, even to bribe him with prayer or cash on the line. Well, I believe that God knows what each of us wants and needs. It's not necessary for us to make it to church on Sunday to reach Him. You can find Him anyplace. And if that sounds heretical, my source is pretty good: Matthew, Five to Seven, The Sermon on the Mount.

Playboy: You haven't found any answers for yourself in organized religion?

Sinatra: There are things about organized religion which I resent. Christ is revered as the Prince of Peace, but more blood has been shed in His name than any other figure in history. You show me one step forward in the name of religion and I'll show you a hundred retrogressions. Remember, they were men of God who destroyed the educational treasures at Alexandria, who perpetrated the Inquisition in Spain, who burned the witches at Salem. Over 25,000 organized religions flourish on this planet, but the followers of each think all the others are miserably misguided and probably evil as well. In India they worship white cows, monkeys and a dip in the Ganges. The Moslems accept slavery and prepare for Allah, who promises wine and revirginated women. And witch doctors aren't just in Africa. If you look in the L.A. papers of a Sunday morning, you'll see the local variety advertising their wares like suits with two pairs of pants.

Playboy: Hasn't religious faith just as often served as a civilizing influence?

Sinatra: Remember that leering, cursing lynch mob in Little Rock reviling a meek, innocent little 12-year-old Negro girl as she tried to enroll in public school? Weren't they — or most of them — devout churchgoers? I detest the two-faced who pretend liberality but are practiced bigots in their own mean little spheres. I didn't tell my daughter whom to marry, but I'd have broken her back if she had had big eyes for a bigot. As I see it, man is a product of his conditioning, and the social forces which mold his morality and conduct — including racial prejudice — are influenced more by material things like food and economic necessities than by the fear and awe and bigotry generated by the high priests of commercialized superstition. Now don't get me wrong. I'm for decency — period. I'm for anything and everything that bodes love and consideration for my fellow man. But when lip service to some mysterious deity permits bestiality on Wednesday and absolution on Sunday — cash me out.

Playboy: But aren't such spiritual hypocrites in a minority? Aren't most Americans fairly consistent in their conduct within the precepts of religious doctrine?

Sinatra: I've got no quarrel with men of decency at any level. But I can't believe that decency stems only from religion. And I can't help wondering how many public figures make avowals of religious faith to maintain an aura of respectability. Our civilization, such as it is, was shaped by religion, and the men who aspire to public office anyplace in the free world must make obeisance to God or risk immediate opprobrium. Our press accurately reflects the religious nature of our society, but you'll notice that it also carries the articles and advertisements of astrology and hokey Elmer Gantry revivalists. We in America pride ourselves on freedom of the press, but every day I see, and so do you, this kind of dishonesty and distortion not only in this area but in reporting — about guys like me, for instance, which is of minor importance except to me; but also in reporting world news. How can a free people make decisions without facts? If the press reports world news as they report about me, we're in trouble.

Playboy: Are you saying that . . .

Sinatra: No, wait, let me finish. Have you thought of the chance I'm taking by speaking out this way? Can you imagine the deluge of crank letters, curses, threats and obscenities I'll receive after these remarks gain general circulation? Worse, the boycott of my records, my films, maybe a picket line at my opening at the Sands. Why? Because I've dared to say that love and decency are not necessarily concomitants of religious fervor.

Playboy: If you think you're stepping over the line, offending your public or perhaps risking economic suicide, shall we cut this off now, erase the tape and start over along more antiseptic lines?

Sinatra: No, let's let it run. I've thought this way for years, ached to say these things. Whom have I harmed by what I've said? What moral defection have I suggested? No, I don't want to chicken out now. Come on, pal, the clock's running

#Frank Sinatra #interview #religion #Playboy magazine

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moriartyluver · 9 months

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FALSE LOVERS CHAPTER XXI

'THE SECRET DOCUMENT stolen from the palace..if the world were to know of it..our vision of this country's future..this is almost the biggest threat since (name) (last name) set foot in England..' The Queen thought to herself, gazing up at a painting of the deceased George III. 'Liberty, equality, fraternity..our chances of attaining these ideals will forever be lost!! The sacrifices of our people must never amount to nothing..!'

"That's right. I gave Fred some work this morning," Albert told the couple sat opposite him as he placed his teacup down

"Fred?" William repeatedly curiously

"Yes, the director forced another problem onto me." Albert explained.

(Name) sighed and leaned back against the seat "that's so typical of him..glad I never accepted his offer to work at MI6."

Albert turned to his sister in law with a chuckle "I keep forgetting you're acquainted with Director Holmes. He's never explicitly told me of how you two first encountered but from the way he speaks of you, he sees you as a problem child of some sort."

William nodded in agreement "you haven't told me..us..either. It's very vague either side."

"We've not spoken much since the first few times I met him. I'm not very fond of him though.. I believe the dislike isn't unrequited. He still is keeping an eye on me to this day, just not so much since the first time he tried. I ended up attacking his spies," (name) smiled as she remembered the incident. "He hasn't much of a reason to still keep watch of me, but I suppose he thinks the moment he takes his eyes off of me, I'll set fire to Buckingham palace again."

"Again..?"

(Name) brushed William off and continued " Still..It appears you're enjoying yourself, Albert."

Albert smiled softly "Heh..is that how it looks?"

"What kind of problem was it?" William asked, referring back to Albert's original statement.

"The order itself it to merely look for a thief..I still haven't heard the whole story, but apparently the spoils are something that could shake the whole country..." Albert trailed off.

(Name) had instantly realised what her brother in law was talking about and unfortunately was drinking her tea. She was about to laugh, but instead choked on her warm beverage, causing her to cough as tears welled in her eyes. William instantly patted her back, holding her close as he helped her regain her composure while scolding her for not being careful.

When she was finally able to speak again, Albert spoke up with a subtle smirk "I take it you know what was taken?"

"Wow..Mycroft really screwed up again..I wonder who our thief is.." (name) spoke between laughs "I hope I do no seem impertinent ,but is the Prince of wales perhaps, involved?"

Albert nodded, a smile gracing his features.

"So predictable.." (name) hummed. "Please do continue, Albert."

"Right..It seems I will need your wisdom to aide me in this. I'm counting on you two." He told the couple. (Name) wasn't usually willing to help with anything to do with MI6, but the whole ordeal seemed much too intriguing to her. It had been a while since she actively participated in the blackmailing game, she couldn't wait to find out who was on the other end of this incident.

"Of course. After all, your first criminal request started everything." William smiled

The brunette turned to his youngest adopted brother. "Louis , I'm counting on you too."

"Yes, brother."

"For the same goal, we share our past, present and future, because we are.." Albert said, the nostalgia enveloping him like a warm blanket which he shared with his found family. "The Moriarty family."

"William?"

(Name) could see the man standing in the reflection of her vanity mirror, applying red lipstick onto her lips carefully. He smiled and waved, walking past the doorway and into (name)'s bedroom where she sat on a soft little chair by her vanity, covered in various perfumes and makeup products, along with the occasional necklace half falling off of the side of the wooden table.

She was to get ready for a ball at one of the Royal Palaces which she would go to with her brother in law, Albert to meet Irene Adler for the first time. (Name) was quite a fan of her work as an actress and had liked her even more upon hearing what she had stolen. Going to balls together would be a regular occurrence for the two. It was their form of family bonding, if you will. William would usually be too busy to escort (name), who was busy herself but her social status made attending parties a requirement whether she wished to or not. Albert would always go with her in his stead, and they had never had a dull moment.

The dress she was wearing, which she had tailored at one of the finest modistes in London, was a beautiful dark red, pearls and other gems covering the fabric. The black lace had been placed just right and quite frankly, she really enjoyed the dress and felt happy wearing it. Even the corset didn't feel that restricting. William looked at her reflection with a soft expression, placing his hand on her bare shoulders.

"You do remember what we've planned with Brother Albert, don't you, love?" He asked, leaning closer to whisper into her ear. (Name) laughed as she felt William's breath tickle against her ear, swatting him away with a smile.

"Of course I do. Poisoning a man is not difficult to me, I've done it multiple times." She said, putting her lipstick away and then reaching over to her necklace. A string of pearls with a ruby in an intricate metal casing at its centre. As she took it in her hands, her husband looked at it curiously, eyes softening in realisation.

"You kept it?" He asked, taking the necklace in his own hands and clasping it around (name)'s neck.

"Kept what..?" She paused for a moment and then realised what he was referring to.

When William was still trying to convince (name) to join the Moriarty team, he had sent her multiple gifts alongside his letters. This particular necklace was a gift he gave her coincidentally on her birthday. (Name) was quite fond of it and kept it, along with William's other gifts, but hadn't worn it until now.

"Oh...! No..I mean, I did keep it, of course I did, it's on my neck now..but I didn't keep it for any particular reason..I just liked the appearance of it. And besides, it wouldn't be very good of me to throw away such an expensive gift. That would be unfair and ungrateful." She said in defence. William smiled, arranging the necklace so it sat perfectly on her skin and looked in the mirror in front of them.

"It's beautiful.." (name) murmured softly, looking at her reflection and playing with the pearls.

William nodded in agreement, looking at (name) through the mirror. "Undeniably perfect.."

"We have been expecting you, my lord, my lady." The butler said as he greeted both Albert and (name), who Albert held out his hand for, as they stepped out of the Moriarty carriage. "Many barons and viscounts are participating tonight, as such we truly appreciate your presence."

"There's no need.." Albert spoke

(Name) nodded from behind her mask "It is a masquerade ball, after all. Social status shouldn't matter whatsoever."

"Louis!" Albert called out to his brother "Be sure to give William my regards."

Louis looked at Albert, understanding his implications "I will.."

As the two both entered the ballroom, (name) was stopped by her dear friend, Lady Sinclair, who she hadn't seen in a while.

"(Name)!" She whispered at the entrance to not attract too much attention from the others. (Name) took in her appearance, her blond curls tied in an undo with feathers to match her pink and gold masquerade mask "I must say you look absolutely gorgeous, as usual. How have you been?"

"Thank you, you look really beautiful too, Bella. The feathers you adorn really compliment your eyes." (Name) smiled "I've been well..still looking for a suitor, I assume?"

"Well..I have been keeping an eye on a few young noblemen. My parents have been nagging me to get married," Arabella put a hand to her cheek as they registered themselves "The truth is, I think I may be incredibly picky.."

"You honour us with your presence, my ladies." A man spoke to the pair "I would kindly ask you to not refer to anybody as their name tonight. Tonight, our entertainment is a mystery game suggested by the Prince of Wales."

"A mystery game? How exciting!" Lady arabella exclaimed as she clapped her hands together

"I believe the previous ball had the detective Sherlock Holmes as its subject. The Prince of wales is quite aware of the current societal talk." (Name) commented "Let me guess, this time, it shall be about the infamous lord of crime?"

"You are correct my lady, such wit!" He bowed to (name) then proceeded to explain the game to the two young ladies. "It is rumoured that the lord of crimes is involved in over half of London's criminal activity. The rule of this game is to find the lord of crimes. One of our guests has taken this role and shall perform crimes against other guests, through spilling wine on them. Those who fall victim are considered dead and must relocate after revealing their identity. The victims, of course, will not be allowed to rejoin the ball and they must relinquish one of their most prized possessions as a donation to the construction of a new university. The lord of crimes must be discovered and will die, revealing his identity and then the game shall be over."

Lady Sinclair frowned and whispered to (name) as they continued inside. "I brought my favourite hair pin with me today, I'd hate to give it up. Papa had it shipped from overseas!"

"In that case, I shall have this fake Lord of Crimes killed, for your sake, dear Bella." (Name) laughed. "I heard there was a guest from Bohemia here today..perhaps he will be of your taste. Oh, we must come up with code names for one another!"

(Name) already knew the guest from Bohemia was in fact Ms Irene Adler. She had come along with Albert to both approach this mysterious woman, and to also have a certain baron killed. But it never would hurt to socialise with a good friend. From what she knew, the lady was staying with the detective Sherlock Holmes and had made it public knowledge, meaning their side had to initiate negotiation

"Hm..you can be Juliette?"

"Juliette?" (Name) repeated, taking a wine glass

"Yes. Juliette Montague." Arabella said with a smile "You certainly look the part. Fortunately, it seems you've already found your Romeo."

"My cat...?" (Name) seemed a little confused for a moment.

"No, not Romeo junior. I mean Lord William, of course. How have the two of you been faring? I've heard some gossip in regards to the two of you but I will forever believe that you're a match made in heaven." The blonde woman explained, then scanned the room around them, almost maliciously.

"Ah..we've been doing well, despite all the rumours that say otherwise. This necklace I'm wearing was a gift from dear William." (Name) said as she gestured to the necklace. "Gossip is only natural when the nobility is bored."

Arabella nodded, she looked a bit upset on (name)'s behalf. "I understand you have heard some of these rumours then. I've tried to find who is responsible but it seems to be a collection of both noblewomen who object to a foreigner, please forgive me, marrying a man like William and then the noblemen of high status believing they would be a better fit for you." She sighed "honestly, there are more pressing matters. Have you noticed that Lord Albert, although charming, seems to have no interest in marriage?"

(Name) chuckled as her friend instantly switched from serious back to her gossiping personality. "He does have a lot to work on as of late, don't tell me he's one of the men you've been keeping an eye on?"

Arabella pouted jokingly. "Well he was..you wouldn't mind setting us up would you, Juliette? Perhaps I can become your sister in law!"

"I'm afraid I can't guarantee Albert would accept, but I will try my best." (Name) laughed nervously then had a thought for a name to call her friend. "How about cherry?"

"For my code name?"

"Yes. Your dress is a beautiful pink that prompts one to think of equally beautiful spring cherry blossoms. You could use blossom too, but cherry can be interchangeable with Cherie, a french term of endearment that I'm sure you're aware of"

"Oh but of course! (Name)— I mean, Juliette! You really are a genius! No wonder you're the first female professor this country has ever seen!" Arabella smiled excitedly as she hugged (name)

(Name) coughed as she returned the hug "Cherry, please quiet down, I wouldn't be surprised if you managed to unmask me before the crime lord.." she whispered with a gentle laugh.

The music had soon changed once most of the guests had gathered, the ball room was full of dancing pairs. Around the two, they could see several women being offered dances, and eventually, one gentleman had approached Arabella to take her hand and have her swoon over his romantic compliments whereas (name) heard a voice call out to her from behind without being alone for long.

"Excuse me, my lady," He spoke. (Name) spun around to see a man with black hair and a handsome face, covered partly by his intricate mask. "I couldn't help but be drawn to your elegance and sophistication even from the other side of the ballroom. Would you do me the honour of dancing with you?"

The man's voice sounded foreign, an American accent which he had attempted to cover with another less distinct one.

(Name) smiled, flattered by the compliment. "I would be delighted, my lord." She said, placing her gloved hand in his own which he took eagerly.

The gentleman guided (name) onto the dance floor, full of other aristocrats dancing together, uncaring of their partner's identities or statuses. It was somewhat wholesome , but there were always bigger issues than a daughter of a Earl marrying a baron or what not.

“How lovely it is to dance in the grandeur of this ballroom..” He was clearly attempting to start conversation, spinning her once as he trailed off.

(Name) nodded with a polite smile, ignoring the bothered feeling at the back of her mind. “Indeed it is. His highness has quite the eye..”

“Do you frequent events like this often?” The stranger asked, prompting (name) to speak.

The (hair colour)-ette shook her head as the stranger put a hand on her shoulder, there feet moving in rhythm “Unfortunately as of late, I haven’t had the time. I take it you’re only staying in London temporarily?” She deduced.

The man’s blue eyes widened for a moment “Ah..yes. How did you know?”

(Name) smirked slightly “Well your accent is quiet telling. Forgive me for breaking the unspoken rules of masquerade balls, but I couldn’t help but wonder. You’re coming from mainland Europe, are you not?”

“Ah, it appears my identity is on the line. Pray tell, my lady, what should I call you?” The stranger smiled. “I do hope once you figure out who I am, you’ll meet me again.”

Another spin “My good friend had earlier given me the name of Juliette, inspired by my attire of course.”

“I must admit, you wear it quiet elegantly. It suits you greatly, Juliette.” He said, looking up and down (name)’s figure. “Perhaps I will have the honour of calling myself your Romeo tonight?”

(Name) chuckled as the song slowly came to an end, and most dance pairs had already parted “Unfortunately I must deny you that request. I am already quiet taken by my darling husband..” she leaned forwards, her voice now but a whisper. “…thank you for the offer though, Lord Albrecht.” She pulled away with an innocent smile, a habit she had acquired since her youth, and said her goodbyes, as per the etiquette.

‘How did she..?’

“May I have your attention Ladies and Gentleman!” A voice spoke over the large crowd of noblemen and women. “As you all know, we will be holding a mystery game tonight…with the “Lord of Crimes” already hiding among us, who has just chosen his first victim!!”

The crowd of nobles gasped in amusement and curiosity as the man stood at the front continued. (Name) had already known who this fake lord of crime was. Having a frivolous uncle came in handy when it came to organisation for social events.

“The first victim has been marked with the ‘sign’ of a wine stain! The guest with a wine stain on their person will now be considered ‘dead’!”

‘Quite the enthusiastic tone for discussing death and murder..’ (name) thought ‘and that’s coming from someone with a list of crimes on their criminal record that could possibly fill short novel’

“Please confirm yourself and those next to you for the ‘sign’ !”

“A wine stain?”

“There’s nothing on me..”

(Name) was confident she hadn’t been splashed with wine, but still checked just to make sure. The whispers of nobles continued until finally, a familiar voice spoke up amongst the crowd to declare themselves dead.

“It would appear that I am the killers first victim!” Albert said, putting his mask away as he walked up front.

‘Of course Albert would have himself killed first..’

“What? Lord Moriarty!”

“Who would dare stain Lord Moriarty’s clothes with wine..?!”

“My name is Albert James Moriarty, and it appears, that I have been struck.” Albert spoke, taking a ring off his finger “Would this ring suffice for the donation..?”

He placed the ring down “thank you for your generosity, my lord.”

As Albert headed upstairs, following the previously established rules, the crowd stripped in applause, clapping for the Earl whilst some ladies mourned the loss of such a handsome man.

“Excuse me!” A hand raised itself up from near the front of the crowd “it appears I have also been ‘struck’ by the lord of crimes.”

(Name) squinted from afar, realising that was the man she had danced with earlier. He was even more handiness without the mask, causing him to draw the attention of a few noblewomen

“Two victims at once?! I say! Please come to the stairs my lord!”

He nodded and put away his mask, revealing his identity to the ton. “My name is Loewenich Albrecht. I have come from Bohemia as per invitation of the royal family.” He said “Would this pocket watch suffice as a donation?”

Squeals could be heard from the other noble ladies as he walked off. The crowd soon dispersed as Albert gave (name) a signal before speaking to Ms Adler.

Once the guests had returned to their previous actions, lady Sinclair approached (name) with a gushing expression

“Was that not the man you were dancing with? I caught a glimpse of you two earlier. I think he’s taken a fancy to you, too bad he has Lord William to compete with,” she explained as they helped themselves to the refreshments. “It seems you have this magnet for attractive men, oh how lucky you are!”

(Name) smiled softly “Have your efforts not been in vain? You did get asked to dance, didn’t you?”

Arabella frowned “That gentleman said he was already betrothed to another woman. I really am unlucky..”

“Come now, Cherry. The perfect man shall soon sweep you off your feet, just you wait!” (Name) encouraged wi tho a determined smile.

The conversation had continued until (name) had overheard a couple of voices besides them talking about her. A man sat on one of the sofas beside them speaking to another man who was stood up. They were quiet far away though, so their faces weren’t reconisable.

“Have you seen lady (last name)?” The one stood up asked

(Name) and Arabella both turned their attention to the pair, curious as to what they were saying.

The other shook his head “No..I don’t see why you’d be interested in her. You’ve heard the rumours surely? They’ve been more rampant than ever recently.”

If (name) didn’t know any better, she’d say the little sunken feeling in her stomach was insecurity of some sort. She shook the negative thoughts off.

‘Gossip is only natural..’

“Well, the fact that she may be infertile isn’t that reliable. She’s only been married two years. My guess is that that husband of hers just hasn’t bedded her.” His acquaintance said as he took a sip of wine “that’s probably why he let her work at that university, Durham, was it? Anyways, if I was married to that little siren, she’d be with child by now and being a mother at home”

‘Seriously…I’ve not been attending many social events for the past month and all of a sudden, I hear all these ridiculous rumours about me…where could they have come from..?’ (Name) was too busy trying to trace where these rumours were coming from that she hadn’t notice her friend’s usually cheerful visage shift into one of anger and outrage

“The nerve of them! They speak so freely only because they feel guarded by their stupid, and rather ugly may I add, masks! Well, if they are to speak without pretences, perhaps I should give them a piece of my mind—“ The blond was about to march over to the noblemen by was stopped by (name), who gently held her arm, pulling her back

‘Men are bigger gossips than women..’ (name) sighed

“Don’t waste your time on the likes of them, Cherry.” (Name) said sternly “Men like them run their mouths because they can’t thing of anything interesting about themselves to say. You’re right though, they only feel like they can say such things because they’re guarded by masks…let’s not allow them to cause our identities to be revealed..” she put a finger to her lips and smiled as lady Sinclair smiled back reluctantly, still giving foul looks to the men from earlier.

Arabella sighed and whispered “You mustn’t let people say such things. Although you’re able to defend yourself, you never really raise your voice at anyone who treats you badly…Switch those subtle remarks for outright insults that aren’t fuelled by anger on behalf of others, please?” She pleaded. It was now (name)’s turn to sigh

“I’ll take a closer look at them. You go handsome gentleman shopping, dear cherry.” She patted her friend’s shoulder and walked to where the annoying sounds of speaking were coming from.

Upon closer inspection, she had noticed that the gentleman sitting down was none other than her target for that night. She quickly slipped something into her glass of wine, a substance to aid her in her endeavours.

“Forgive me for my impertinence, my lords, but could you perhaps be referring to lady (name), would you?” She asked with a smile, masking her malicious intent, taking a sip from her wine, then placing it down next to the target’s.

(Name) was usually quite recognisable due to her appearance as a foreigner, but in this masquerade party, she would be able to guard her identity for a few minutes before she was found.

“Indeed we were, my lady,” the man stood up said “would you perhaps know where she may be located, I wish to use my natural charms and have her swoon for me. I hear she was on the guest list tonight but maybe that husband of hers is keeping her back again..”

“Gah..she’s really not even that worthy as a wife. I have no idea why all you young noblemen chase after her so much..she’s just a foreigner.”

(Name) observed with a frown as they conversed “Precisely why we all adore her so. They say women from (home country) are best when it comes to—“

“This is quite the inappropriate topic of conversation in the presence of an impressionable young lady,” (name) interrupted, her words dripping with disgust. She took her target’s wine glass from the small table, leaving her poisoned one behind for him to take. “Especially if this young lady just so happens to be from (home country).”

The men looked at her for a moment, then realised who they were facing before them. (Name) glared at them both and turned to leave, placing the targets old glass on a tray, then returning to Arabella as they continued their conversation until..

“Our Lord of Crimes had struck his third victim!”

Whispers had returned as everyone crowded near the stairs. (Name) turned to her friend, checking her for stains and then was checked herself for a wine stain. Arabella gave her the all clear for a moment then her eyes widened.

“Oh Juliette! I hand realised but you were struck..!” She whispered, clearly upset “Your gown has a wine stain..my apologies..the stain blended in with the fabric..”

(Name) smiled and assured her friend it was all fine. “Do not grieve on my behalf, cherry. You’ll have more time to hunt for gentlemen now.” She whispered back, then took off her mask, raising her voice. “It seems I am the third victim.” She spoke aloud as she walked towards the staircase, taking off her pearl earrings to be handed over for the donation.

“Oh poor lady (name)! That gown looks so expensive!”

“I heard she had it made for quite the hefty sum at that new modiste’s.”

She handed the earrings over then turned to the crowd. “My name is Lady (Name) (last name)-Moriarty, and I have unfortunately been stuck by the Lord of crimes.” She turned to the man beside her, who thanked her for her generosity, prompting her to walk off as the crowd of nobles clapped.

“Let’s give lady (last name) a round of applause!”

“It would be quite the scandal for the British empire..” (name) heard Albert say. She instantly knew what he was referring to as she inserted herself into the he conversation, a frown on her face.

“Is this about the stolen document, Albert?” She asked. The rumours seemed to still be bothering her slightly no matter how much she tried to ignore it or brush it off

“Ah, (name), how kind of you to join us, it seems you’ve already met Ms Irene Adler over here,” he said, gesturing to the gentleman she had previously danced with.

(Name) smiled to Irene “I must say, your disguise is quite convincing. If I had not known any better, I really would have mistaken you for that Bohemian.” She said, leaning against the railing.

“It seems you knew everything about me, my lady.”

She nodded then turned to Albert. “We should be showing Ms Adler a demonstration of our capabilities now, shouldn’t we, dear brother in law?”

Adler looked surprised, and confused as she muttered a ‘huh..?’ out. (Name) gestured to the lower floor, explaining their little plot.

“Look there, you see that man with the white mask?” She asked rhetorically as the others looked down at him. “That is Baron Ronald Lawrinson. He’s our little lord of crime chosen as tonight’s main character for our entertainment.”

“How did you find out..?” Adler whispers in confusion. This was all quite overwhelming.

“We both have involvement with the organisation of tonight’s ball,” Albert explained. “But that’s besides the point. That man behind the mask had sponsored many theatres in France and America, but he is also known for his cruel and selfish nature. Five years ago, he set fire to one of his opera houses for the insurance money. Many people died but he couldn’t care less. I’m assuming you know about this incident, don’t you, Ms Adler?”

Adler turned to the pair in surprise “Yes..! I know about that fire..some of my friends were hurt and killed! It was terrible! You’re saying he’s responsible?!”

“Yes.. I’m saying..if Baron Lawrinson we’re to disappear, the world would be a better place..” albert spoke ominously

“Wha—?”

‘Disappear..?!”

(Name) peaked over Albert’s shoulder as he looked at his pocket watch. “It’s time. Watch closely.”

Adler’s attention was drawn to the bottom floor where the baron was being held by the shoulders by a few noblemen, his face unmasked and a sickly pale.

“Ladies and gentlemen! The lord of crimes has been caught!” The host announced “Right in the act!”

“It worked right as planned..” (name) muttered as she peered over the banister. Adler gave her a concerned look then returned her attention back to the sickly baron.

“Baron Ronald Lawrinson was kind enough to take on the role of the lord of crime for today’s entertainment! A round of applause for his generosity please!” Both albert and (name) looked down at him sinisterly. “And with that, the lord of crimes had taken his final breath! England is safe once more! Victory is ours!”

Although (name) couldn’t hear what was happening down below, she could vaguely see that the poison was working as planned and the baron had begun to grow weary, ready to die any moment now.

He keeled over with a groan, clasping a hand to his chest and then fell and died while the nobles watched, calling for help, doctors, etcetera although none of that could save an already dead man. Besides, (name) had made sure the poison was an uncommon on with a rare antidote. There was no saving him.

“Lord Moriarty..? Lady (last name)..? Was this your doing?” Adler uttered in disbelief, a cold sweat breaking out.

“I had him poisoned earlier when I approached him. Swapping drinks seemed to do the trick…” (name) explained, not realising that Adler was more surprised at the death and not the method.

A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead “I could’ve sworn I saw you take a sip of your wine before you placed it down though..”

“Aw, how adorable..you were still watching me after our encounter, hm?” (Name) cooed jokingly. “I’m immune, please worry not”

“Did you like the performance Ms Alder? I must say, Baron Lawrinson has played a phenomenal role..Lord Enders and Lord Drebber played their lead roles in our plays quite well as well.” Albert took a sip of wine as Adler’s eyes widened further

“What the..?—“

“And so, another vile nobleman has received his punishment…” he said with a swish of his wine. “Indeed..everything you just witnessed was the work of us, the Lord of crimes..!”

A/N: act three is finally here!! I wonder what’s gonna happened next chapter 👀 anyways fl girlbossed a little too close to the sun this time around but whatever. Also fun fact, when I first wrote this before the rework, James Bond was gonna be a love interest but obviously that’s changed dw. Just added it here bc I thought it would be a good reference to the og.

#—false lovers 💋#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #mtp william #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader

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On a Devil's Wings

OaDWs (part 4 of the Devil's Saga)

((Header Pic for the series done by Lil-Chilo)) On a Devil's Wings Rated E; has adult/intensely heavy themes and very explicit content Fandom: Resident Evil Main Ship: Nemesis/Jill Valentine Side Ships: Jill Valentine/Albert Wesker, Carlos Oliveira/Ada Wong, Original Character/Original Character, Nemesis/OC, others in light passing Chapters: 32/?

CW: graphic depictions of violence, psychological trauma, implied medical torture, implied/referenced torture, major character death, heavily implied incest and rape, on-screen dubcon (full tag list on AO3) Summary: ~Does beauty truly conquer the beast, or does the beast conquer her?~ ~It’s save, not conquer, my silly prince.~

The final arc of TDS taking place right after TSoD/Domesticity. This is where hard decisions and painful truths that change everything known up to this point occur. Do not expect the fairy tale ending to stay completely pretty. The last remaining brother to Nemesis, Zeus is a creature of not sound mind nor understanding of the value of life. He is 'free' from his 'Father' Simon Ghandon, but is ensnared by a deeper want - to find his brother and to clean him of his failings including his weak female and child. This arc digs deeper into 'what is' about Nemesis both physically, psychologically, and emotionally. It will explore darker themes and topics: it will basically not shy away from nor sugarcoat the violent or suggestive situations within. ________________________________________________ Excerpt from On a Devil's Wings: Prologue-

It's hot…

Father

Why is it

So hot?

Where did brother go?

Where are we…

Body feels lighter yet heavy. The feeling of thrashing underneath skin registered to the 'mind'; the sensation curling through bone and muscle culminating into the sick ripping of tentacle pushing through skin. More and more purple-black tendrils push through the headless corpse of the 3rd NE-T to have ever existed.

The head was still pinned to the wall, the sword hilt sticking out of a maw gapingly open in a monstrous permanently shark-toothed smile. The head was staring blankly at the world with empty bloodied sockets. …Not that in life the artificially reddened eyes gazed with any more life unless the gaze of madness hidden behind them counted as such. The body still vaguely registered the sensation of sloppy jagged cuts the sword that struck him down left along what was left of the neck.

But the one that did this to him – the male that had his own head burnt away by a frail, hapless human in one point and time – had hurt the body but did not end the mind. The parasite that was in name Zeus had merely retreated deeper into his stocky body, letting brother Nemesis behead him. A necessary sacrifice to survive and a gamble that paid off. As his former head stared blankly with still wet ichor dripping down the wall, his parasitic tentacles like bloody fingers pushed out through his neck. His limbs had begun to move albeit jaggedly only sensing heat but nothing more.

If there was pain, he could not register it. Not that he really understood what pain was in 'life'. Pain was like another touch. Another way to touch, mark, claim…brother. Where is brother? The NE-T's body had risen with the grace of a zombie, only having touch to guide his way, the senses of sight, taste, smell, and sound denied him. It feels so warm now. Too warm. The parasitic brain that maneuvered the body like a headless marionette did not dare emerge out for fear of losing what it had claimed as 'himself' for so long.

The body had after a few moments of moving around blindly, stood stock still. The many tendrils protruding from the severed line of his neck reached outward like spidery fingers. They roam out nearly crossing the entirety of the room grazing along old toppled overstuffed and positioned dead animals, to the blank expanse of wall where a tapestry once hung. A tendril touched the wall, dragging along the layer of dust the large wall hanging had hidden.

It dragged downwards still till it wrapped around something metal, along with wetness. The tentacle wrapped tighter still around the metal before pulling on it. With inhuman strength, the tentacle ripped the metal item from the wall. Had he had the ability to hear, the sickening sound of muscle ripping along with the thud of the heavy unattached head hitting floor would have registered. The metal item was dropped to the floor, the bigger prize now somewhere on the floor.

More tendrils shot to the floor, the mass now certain of where the missing head was. They curled around that broken, bloodied pile of flesh, bone, muscle and whatever filled the head of the 'dead' Tyrant before lifting it up towards the stump where it should have been at the Tyrant's neck. Almost immediately they began to penetrate the head – still warm for it was very recently he had even lost it – from the bottom, the tendrils filling key portions of it. From within the parasite began to fill the fatty mess of brain and cortex; the organ itself not important for it only gave the parasite more cushion. The Tyrant body Zeus 'inhabited' was long mentally dead anyway. The reintroduction of the parasite would revive what needed to be.

He could not see, but he could vaguely hear and smell again. Smoke and the loud countdown to some sort of purge. His eyes were damaged; he could not see for brother made sure to blind him. It would take a while to fix what was needed.

Too long...it's hot here.

We are confused. Why are we here?

We…We need to rest. Father why is it so warm.

The strangely reattached head shifted and held on, the parasite slowly trying to blend it with the body again, making both one. But it…he needed time. So much energy needed; this place is too warm. Like a blind worm the risen Tyrant's body shifted through the eternal darkness, grasping along the thick dusty walls. The sensation of the ground moving was odd but warned him something wasn't right.

Father wasn't right…no. Father is dead. Father and that female…and…and…

And?

Despite being blind, despite feeling the not so complete reattachment of his head, the parasite known as Zeus slowly reclaimed his body and along with it the memory of what landed him here. Father was dead now. He, in other words, was free. But what is free? No, Father is just dead in body, that's all. There is no 'free' for us. Freedom meant being unneeded. Unnecessary. Like brother.

He could only understand the freedom of anger, complete obedience, and rage at the image of who did this to him. This last pushed him through halls full of debris and rubble he could not see, through fires he could only feel, the scents of blood and viral agents filling his hidden nostrils. The loud and obnoxious warnings of a long-dead human's voice rung in his ear holes. But most of all he could almost taste him…taste the lingering presence of his 'killer' on a tongue that licked across sharp teeth.

'Oh Zeusy, are you still being a good dog? Good dogs know to lie down when beaten.'

If he could work his not quite functioning voice box, he would've snarled at the voice. Brother even now is trying to make us fail. Ruining our thoughts with your lies!? But that's okay, we will prove you wrong. We will make you lie as Father taught us. We won't…won't let you confuse us. We are too filthy for that. Yes…too filthy. Even with the voice of brother roaming in his head, he was not deterred; if anything Zeus could only feel the rising excitement from not only their last fight but in still feeling his lingering presence in the air. Even his bloodstained leathers held splatters not his but of his brother.

Oh yes.

We will find him.

We will find and destroy such weakness, and make brother see his error. Brother is so wrongly made, Father. Why doesn't he accept our assistance? We are his better. We will strip him clean of his filth.

So much filth coats you, brother. (Continue reading the prologue of On a Devil's Wings on A03)

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