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[prouvairesverse]

my les mis fan fic recommendations :3

these are all my fav les mis fics that i wanna share!! most of it is between enjoltaire or jehanparnasse (though there is other ships too), definitely make sure to check out any warnings but i would recommend all of these!! i love them a lot <3

if any authors want to be untagged lmk!

It’s Not The Same Anymore - Enjolras/Grantaire | 173k words | my all time favourite fic out of any fandom i’ve read, it’s so so sweet <3 i reread it this a lot and recommend it everywhere LOL. i love everything about this fic!!!! | author -> @shamedumpster

Of Growth And Decay - Montparnasse/Jehan | 27k words | hades x persephone au | absolutely adore this fic i think about it so much <33 i reread this so often as well!! jehanparnasse being compared to hades/persephone is my favourite thing ever | author -> @just-french-me-up

Le Conte de Café - Montparnasse/Jehan | 45k words | faerie jehan owns a lil cafe <3 soso sweet i love it !! | author -> @mysunfreckle

Liberté, Egalité, Demi-plié - Enjolras/Grantaire | 71k words | ballet au!!! i love the concept of this fic a lot it was so interesting!! ballet au’s have my heart | author -> @darrenjolras

The Bug Collector - Combeferre/Enjolras | 812 words | can i just talk about how much i love everything stevie writes? perfect every time. ly @thatisntverycombefair

[series] At The Shrine Of Friendship Never Say Die - collection of sick!one shots surrounding the triumvirate

Even If There Are Monsters - Cosette/Marius | Enjolras/Grantaire | 38k words | DRACULA AU. i’m so obsessed with this. 2 of my biggest interests mixed i love it <333 | author -> @syrupsyche

Geraniums - Enjolras/Grantaire/Combeferre | 3k words | lil flower shop au <3 | author -> @putoriius

I’ve Seen Sinking Ships Go Down With More Grace Than You - Combeferre/Courfeyrac | 25k words | courfeyrac gets temporary amnesia. chaos ensues! i love this fic a lot

Beyond Time And Possibility - Enjolras/Grantaire | 16k words | when i say this fic lingers in the back of my mind constantly I MEAN IT. enjoltaire sort of time travel au with canon era enjolras x modern grantaire. the ending ruined me. | author -> @bittersweet-skylines

Beautiful & Good - Enjolras/Grantaire | 200k words | this was the first les mis fic i ever read!!!! i love it so so so much. i love the writing of this so much & the ending <333 so so good. | author -> @riotstarruika

Oillet Rouge - Montparnasse/Jehan | 4k words | canon era unrequited jehanparnasse . this made me cry and i haven’t stopped thinking about it since i read it </3

The Two Sides Of Monsieur Valentine - Montparnasse/Jehan | 5k words | one of the first fics i read of these two and it’s stuck with me i love it so much <33 | author -> @television-bodies

Oh It’s What You Do To Me - Enjolras/Grantaire | 7k words | long distance exr <3

16 Lies And Counting - Montparnasse/Jehan | 85k words | UGHHHHHH i love this fic so much. another one by sunfreckle and let me say, all of their fics are honestly so so good. i had to really hold back from not putting more

Everything Changes - Cosette/Marius | 1.1k words | cute lil marisette story <3

Magical Museums - 648 words | short natm au where feuilly works at a museum!!! i love it. i am obsessed with this concept as well

Something Telling (Between Then And Now) - Enjolras/Grantaire | 99k words | time travel au! canon era enjolras is transported to the future with modern era grantaire!! love this one. | author -> @dannypuro

Demiromantic - Montparnasse/Jehan | 1.7k words | i project heavily onto jehan & believe he’s demi so seeing this made me sob. i love it so much <3 it’s so cute

[xo2dee]

Ugh babe I need your take on a submissive vergil! Like whatever you want

PAIRING: Vergil/(Fem)Reader. WARNINGS: MDNI/18+ ONLY. Submissive!Vergil, Vaginal Sex, Praise Kink, Creampie. WORD COUNT: 902.

A/N: thank you for the request! honestly this is something i've wondered but i feel would be a once in lifetime opportunity bc personally i dont really see him giving up control so easily lmao. this is also kinda more a drabble and character study but i hope you like this!

DMC MASTERLIST

Begging was never in Vergil’s vocabulary, and to be frank he found it rather beneath him to actually even entertain the idea of ever begging or submitting to anyone.

So why was it he found himself underneath you quite literally submitting to your will and every roll of your hips as his teeth gnashed and body fought to not completely overwhelm you?

It had been a process on your behalf apparently, and by process you weren’t too proud to beg when you crawled up into his lap and asked him if you could take control for once with that sweet, hymn of a tone you liked to do when you wanted something. The innuendo had escaped him at first, then when your fingers began coyly toying with the zipper of his vest and your mouth pulled into one of those insufferable (yet adoring) grins, he finally understood just what you were getting at. The sexual relationship wasn’t by all means absent, but it was severely absent in terms of letting you have your way with him as opposed to the many times you’d been underneath him writhing in pleasure. Perhaps it was his own hate for loss of control on any fronts that was the cause, but he hadn’t been blind to not notice the aggressive initiation of your kisses or when you rolled on top and tried to set a pace different from his own at times, he’d just been blind to notice that it had been something you’d been longing for.

And then Vergil remembered if he had one weakness in the world, it was you. And everything you did to him.

He’d be lying not to say the idea hadn’t crossed his mind once or twice, and he entertained the idea since he trusted you well enough, however he hadn’t been completely sold to the idea until you sighed and then tugged on his ear with a promise.

“Once, then you can have your way with me all night.”

Immunity was never one of his strong suits, and as soon as you said it he couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face you groaned at once the thought played across his mind. So, that was how he ended up pushed back on the bed enough to nearly startle him from your tenacity and then to where he was at the moment fighting every single urge to not bust everything he had within you. It certainly didn’t help when you leant over murmured praises kissed into his skin – a far cry from the usual words he was throwing at you and it was astonishing to him to realize how much he enjoyed it.

And it was a curse on his behalf, his body betraying trying to play coy with you and refuse to let you know how much he enjoyed your control so much that you immediately caught on and ramped up all your actions. Words flitted by into Vergil’s ears, converging together of things like, “You’re doing so well…”, “Only you make me feel like this…”, “I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.”, “You’re so good when you listen to me.”, and then –

“You’re mine, Vergil.”

Maybe it was way you said it, breathy and whispered into his ear, or maybe it was the way the roles were reversed that time and he hadn’t been the one to hiss it out in a fit of possessiveness, but he couldn’t stop himself from spiraling. Your bout of want transcended than what he had originally presumed, the idea of you claiming him as much as he claimed you burning a hole into his stomach as his fingers stretched and cracked to give way to the talons that laid beneath. He couldn’t stop it, and he was in temptation to let the mask crack away and give you the side you had wanted to see, and it was a losing battle on his end when he learned how loud he was being compared to you.

Then you leaned over and bit into his neck, matching a mark of his own onto you, and Vergil’s entire self-control blew out the window as he gave himself to you in finality.

It was as shameful as it was euphoric how quickly he found himself ruined within you, your gasp twisting into a moan as your own body jerked with pleasure stimulation before you joined him and he had to fight the overstimulation deep in his gut. He wasn’t too far gone to not catch you when you flopped onto him in exhaustion, spent and sleek in sweat as the heat of your body made his heart stutter a fraction. Thankfully, his time to recuperate was nearly nonexistent, dragging a claw tenderly along the curve of your back for a reminder of what you had promised him.

You had your fun (and his as well), but he wasn’t about to let you get away with the bite mark (no matter if it was already healing).

Your fingers came up to skim his cheek, and Vergil’s eyelashes fluttered at the soft sensation before you hummed into his collarbone, “Gimme two – no, three minutes. Then we can do whatever you want.”

Vergil could only sigh once he realized he was indeed submitted to you, perhaps thinking it wasn’t really so bad given how much trust he placed into you for that matter.

[bluesidez]

The Love Lab presents:

Boyfriend is to Husband

pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gn!Reader

summary: How would Miguel react if you did the “calling my bf my husband” trend? 🤔

content warning: It gets a little suggestive, but other than that, it’s fluff fluff fluff. There are short mentions of food, but nothing too crazy. The Miguel in here is also not Spiderman. Just a little guy.

credit for art and dividers: Me! and @kimjiho1 (plus another person for the gif divider, if this is yours, lmk!)

a/n: This will be apart of a series called The Trendy Couple! This is the first installment ☝🏾😌. I’m not sure how long the series will be, but right now it’s just based off of cute couple's trends. My fyp has suffered trying to do research for this…

word count: 2.2k

I use the word "buggy" in here. Buggy = shopping cart or trolley. I'm southern so buggy just rolls off the tongue. ❤︎ Plus, it sounds cute!

You and Miguel have been out since 8 am running errands and grabbing supplies to fill up the new apartment. 

After a year of your dresser being full of his sweatpants and hoodies and his furniture hosting several of your blankets, his fridge being stocked of your favorite fruits and your shower caddy holding his body care, you both decided it was best to live together. 

Towel sets, bed sheets, comforters, silverware, curtains. This was only the tip of what you and Miguel had managed to stuff inside the car.

After hitting five shops just that morning, you opted to stay in the car while Miguel went and handled a pickup order from the hardware store. It was getting closer to lunchtime and you didn’t want to become irritable because of the long lines. 

To pass the time, you decided to scroll on TikTok, watching video after video, reacting to each accordingly. 

First, it was chatty kitties begging for food. Then, it was edits of hot wrestlers. Next, it was ramen recipes to cook at 2am. There were even a couple of NPC lives even though the trend was nearly dying at this point. 

Finally, you scrolled to a video hosting a girl and her boyfriend huddled together in a car over the console.

She’s leaned up against him, her smile beaming, “Today I’m going to be guessing my husband’s favorite things!”

“I’m not your husband,” are the words that shoot from her boyfriend’s mouth, fast as lightning. Cold. Unkind. Callous. 

You watch as the girl’s smile drops and the video cuts, her laughing out of shock beforehand, evidence of her trying to stamp out her embarrassment. 

You watch more as his grin widens and she gives him this awkward glance. 

“Not yet,” he adds, seeing how quiet she was. 

The video ends with her jumping at him playfully, trying to play the situation of. 

“Jesus,” you sigh, mouth turned sideways as you pause the video and open up the comments. Thousands of people were telling her to dump him, others questioning why he would say what he said in the way that he did. 

Your heart went out to the girl who clearly wanted to do a harmless joke that completely backfired. 

You liked a comment about this being a possible red flag. Although he could have responded that way because he wasn’t ready for marriage, his response was so quick and distant that it was like he was disgusted at the possibility of being with her that long. 

After working yourself up by scrolling through the comments, you decide to go even further by pressing the “calling my boyfriend ‘husband’” search at the top. 

There were so many stitches to the original video with people giving their own thoughts about the situation. Some people were proclaimed dating coaches, others psychologists, and a few influencers. 

You even see a follow up video from the original couple with the guy giving a shitty excuse as to why he was so quick in his response. 

“Yeah right,” you mumble, watching the girl snicker at her boyfriend’s pouts. You agree with the comments that his response makes the original video even worse. 

Still scrolling down, you find another video featuring a new couple. 

They’re at a table eating donut holes out of a hat, and when the girl calls her boyfriend “husband”, the guy’s entire body lights up. He’s grinning, cheeks rosy, and can’t stop staring back at his girlfriend. 

From there, you were able to see countless other couples with cute videos, all of the guys radiating at the word “husband.”

Biting your lip, you wondered how Miguel would react if you called him your husband. 

You loved him with all of your heart and you were sure that he loved you. You guys are literally moving into an apartment together. But the thought of him being unsettled by you calling him your husband weighed on you. 

Just as you were deep in your thoughts, you heard a knock near the trunk of the car startling you. Looking up in the rearview mirror, you see Miguel standing with a few bags and wood planks in his hands. You reach over and press a button to pop open the trunk. 

“Got everything?” you ask, turning to watch as he drops items in the back. 

“Yeah, I think so. Although there was almost a brawl over some potted plants,” he said. “Some older lady just came up to this guy and snatched his monsteras.” 

“What?” you respond, watching as he closed the trunk and walked around to the driver's seat. “Out of his hands or the buggy?”

Miguel laughed, both recalling the scene and finding your terms adorable. “She just came up and snatched it out of the cart while he was waiting at the end of the line. She swore that she saw it first.”

You listened to him retell the story, hand under your chin as you leaned closer. He was cute, lilt in his voice to make an impression of the plant thief. Thinking to yourself that you liked this little moment of playfulness, you take your phone out to record. 

Placing your phone in a case attached to the dashboard, you smile at the camera while Miguel’s still going. 

“‘You youngins think the world owes you everything, and that’s just not the case!’ And the poor guy is standing there going ‘ma’am, I just want my plant back.’ He looked so distressed.”

“I would be too! A random lady just shopped from my buggy. It’s like, why are you this close to me to see what I’m trying to buy?”

Miguel turns the car on and buckles up. “It started to escalate when the lady’s friend came over. Then there were two shrill voices fussing at this guy.”

He started to back the car out of the parking spot, hand behind your seat and head turned towards the back window. 

You slowly glanced at his arm, eyes tracing a vein up his shirt. 

Too bad you were in a car right now or else you’d let his arm wrap around you elsewhere. 

You tune back into his words, silently scolding yourself for letting something so simple get you to fold. 

“Luckily, I was able to calm them both down. All it took was me showing them some dasheen leaves,” he said, driving the car closer to the exit of the parking lot. 

You came to a conclusion. There was no better time than the present. 

“Aw, look at my husband. Saving the day with his genius,” you say, hand reaching out to pat his chest. 

Then you feel your body jerk to the right. The seat belt tightens as the car jerkingly swerves in between two parking spaces. 

You stare in a panic at Miguel who puts the car in park and turns his entire body towards you. 

“What did you just call me?” he asks, eyes searching yours, a little startled but mostly hopeful. 

You decide to keep the charades going, “I was just praising my husband for stopping the creation of another Karen video. Why did you turn the car like that?” You’re still looking at him as if he has two heads. 

“You just-!” Miguel takes your hands into his and places his forehead on his fists. “Baby, you know what you just said.” 

You laugh, a little giddy. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Miguel leans back against his seat and closes his eyes, reaching down to take his seatbelt off. His eyebrows scrunch up as he brings your hand to his chest, “Feel my heartbeat.”

Your mouth drops as you feel his heart rattling against his chest. He really wasn’t being dramatic. 

“Baby look at me,” you grab his hands and hold them tight. “You did a good job today.”

His breath stopped, as he looked at you. His face was tinted from the whole fiasco. 

“Husband.”

Miguel’s entire body slumped as he grinned wide. He nearly jumped over the console to sag his body onto yours. 

His shoulders were shaking and you heard his laugh muffled by your shoulder. You wrap your arms around him and make a face at the camera. 

“What’s up, Mig?” you say, trying to get him to talk. 

He mumbled into your clothes, shoulders still shaking. 

“I can’t hear you, you gotta sit up.”

He sits up and sniffles, turning his head toward the backseat. 

Looking at his profile you can see a few streaks down his face. 

“Are you crying?” you ask, turning his face towards yours. 

Miguel swipes his wrist across his cheeks, “Stop, this is extremely embarrassing.”

“No, it’s not! I promise it’s not,” you say, rubbing your thumb across his ear. “Talk to me.”

He chuckled, eyes looking down, “It just feels really good to know that you think of me that way. We don’t have to ever cross that line, but one day, if you would like, we can make that title true.”

“Is this a pre-proposal?” you ask, heartbeat in your ears. You went out on a limb to follow a trend, not knowing how it would end. Now you’re staring at Miguel’s flushed face with his heart pouring out into your lap. 

“Maybe,” he whispered, grabbing your hands. “Possibly a promise for what could be.”

You bite your lip to hold back a grin, “Can I know what could be right now?”

“And expose my plans? Not a chance,” Miguel smirked. “Besides, a husband knows what’s best for his partner, right?”

“He does,” you quip, rubbing your hand in a circle on his chest. “He also apparently forgets that SUVs can flip very easily.”

“Lo siento, mi amor,” he says, looking sheepishly at the placement of the car. “Did I startle you?”

You just giggle at his concern and give him a quick peck on the mouth. “Yeah, I wasn’t expecting that big of a reaction.”

“How would you react if I casually called you forever mine? While driving!”

“Go 90 in a 70,” you joke. “Maybe pull over and do a little more than make out.” You rub your hand down his chest, and squeeze playfully at his pec. 

Miguel stared back at you, body instantly reacting to the shift in conversation. “We can actually do that right now.”

He leaned forward and brought your lips to his. You could taste the mint from the gum he had earlier, humming when he pushed further into your mouth. 

He started to reach for your hips, ready to pull you over onto his lap. 

Your stomach let out a loud grumble, making you jump. 

“Ok, let’s try this again after we get you some food,” Miguel says, plastering kisses on your face. 

The day moves on smoothly with Miguel not letting you out of his sight, hands itching to hold you in some way. 

He also never lets the husband thing go. 

As you’re ordering lunch, “One lemonade for my baby. And a water with lemon for me, the husband.”

As you stop in a clothing store at the mall for a small break, “These say boyfriend jeans. Do they have any husband jeans?”

As you’re trying to reach the top shelf to grab the last of your favorite detergent, “No, cariño. Let your husband get it for you.”

As you’re looking for throw pillows and towel sets for the apartment, “You think they have a couple’s set? I want something that says ‘Mr.’ on it.”

As you stop at a gift store, looking for something extra to give to the movers, “Look, this shirt says it’s made of ‘hubby material.’ Should I get it?”

This feeling is only amplified when you post his initial reaction online. The comments were full of people yearning to be in your predicament. 

“If my boyfriend doesn’t crash the car when I call him husband, THROW HIM AWAY. 😒”

“Does he have a brother….asking for a friend”

“I needed this after the “I’m not your husband” he in LOVE”

“If your bf doesn’t cry at the thought of you, what are you doing”

“He was blushing HARRRRD 😭😭😭”

“So when’s the wedding? 🤨”

“He was literally cheesing and crying omg”

“Get you a man that stops the car to declare his love”

“What if I did a five mile marathon on i-55”

“He’s so in love with you that it’s palpable”

“He was ready do a lot more than make out 😭”

Miguel saw most things, a little embarrassed but mostly happy that so many people found him to be genuine. 

You laid on his shoulder as he checked the comments, liking the funny ones as they passed by.

“Do you want to make a response video?” you say, liking a comment going ‘he’s a good man, Savannah.’

“No, I think this is enough,” he replies, handing the phone back to you. “Let me keep a little mystery. At least until I actually propose, of course.”

You looked at him with stars in your eyes.

“A mysterious husband. I kind of like the sound of that,” you say, wrapping your body around his side. “Maybe I can be nosy, find out his secrets.”

“I bet you would, cariño,” he voiced, nuzzling his chin on top of your head. “After, everything is planned and done.”

You laughed and snuggled closer, happy to be with him.

Once again, I hope you enjoyed reading! ❣️

Any likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated and welcomed.

I'm excited for the future of this series and I hope you guys are too. When I finish the series masterlist, I'll link it here. If you guys have any trends that you want me to include, then just let me know and I'll see what I can do!

- Blue ♡

[iridescent-solstice]

"Mams . . ." You whisper as he paces around silent as the night. He won't even look at you. Not even sparing a glance until you approach him. Force him. To look at you, and the moment he does . . . Your heart breaks at the look that paints his face. You've never seen him with such an expression before. Hurt, sadness, betrayal and pain written all over his face. Even though he doesn't say a word, just this is enough to tug your heart into pulling him towards you.

You can't help but cling to him like he usually does to you. Instantly, he returns the embrace tenfold. Latching onto you like you'd disappear at any moment.

He can't handle that, not again so he holds you close in a vice like grip. Shoving his face into your shoulder while his arms snake around your waist to grip your hips. Practically melting into you. Neither of you speak for a while. The silence and comfort of one another more precious than anything anyone else could offer right now. But in truth, you're actually not sure what to say. Not sure what could make this better. Make the pain he's experiencing any easier to burden . . .

"I love ya . . . So, stop leaving me like that." He finally whispers. Yet before you could say anything, he shoves you away. "Don't ya understand!?! Fine, i'm more than a little pathetic." He glances away with an unreadable look in his eyes, "sure, I'm not as amazing as Lucifer, or as smart as Satan but-" Abruptly cutting himself off and then he's pacing around again. His hand running through and then gripping the soft fluffy locks of hair as he attempts to calm himself down. To prevent the buildup of tears about to flow any second now. "BUT DAMMIT! you can't just throw me away like that! I'm your first doesn't that mean anything?" He looks back at you, vulnerability written all over his face, for once he's letting the mask slip away as he waits for you to either confirm or deny him. Cast him away or draw him closer.

Luckily it's the latter, you pull him back towards you. Never one to deny you, he can't help but lean into you as you cradle him close. Sobs escaping him as he shakes in your gentle hold. "Of course it means something Mammon! I love you s-" "Then why doesn't it feel like it?"

[ ᴅɪ���ɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ: @strangergraphics]

This is a little rushed, but I really felt like writing something short for mams. He breaks my heart sometimes . . . WAH I WISH I COULD WRAP HIM IN A BLANKET AND WIPE AWAY HIS TEARS CAUSE HE'S SO PRECIOUS 🤧

[inf3ct3dd]

[oya-oya-okay]

MUST BE LOVE — LAUFEY short but uhh I love slow burn, so take my money. also, used your art as inspo.

Even after everything Riddle had come out of, the weight of perception still clung to him. No matter how much he changed, how much he tried to atone, part of him feared people would always see a tyrant when they looked at him. In the dream Malleus conjured for him, he had been free from that — not a dorm leader, not a symbol of authority — just… himself. Or maybe who he wished he could be. Free, warm, loved. And most vividly of all, he was with her.

Shuu — the orange-haired whirlwind from his dorm who somehow found softness in him when he barely recognized it himself. Because with her, something’s different.

She made a sappy, stupid, soft version of him. The kind he swore he’d never be. But he’s awake inside a dream.

In that dream, time's been moving slower, because they had been together. Truly together. No rules, no guilt. Just stolen kisses and silent laughter and the safety of her hands. But when he woke up, reality returned too fast and too sharp. Embarrassment had him reeling. He could barely meet her eyes, knowing how many times he’d kissed her in that illusion like she was already his.

And yet, she didn’t flinch. She held his hand calmly — too calmly — pretending none of it had happened. Pretending his lips hadn’t memorized hers like it was second nature. The idea alone made him dizzy. A nauseous kind of panic.

The worst part? It was a good kind of nausea. Like the world’s playing a cruel joke, laughing at him for falling foolishly again. He didn’t hate it. He hated how much he didn’t hate it.

His thoughts tripped over themselves, too tongue-tied to process anything straight. All he could think to do now that they’d returned from the dreamscape, from the fight with Malleus' overblot, was disappear. Fade out of the moment. Out of her reach.

But her hand caught his.

She wouldn’t let go.

Lost in her wonderland, and Sevens — he never wants to be found. No one else exists in that moment. Not now.

He looked down, startled. Shuu's grip was tight, almost desperate, her body trembling like the aftermath of a storm. The fight was over, but the pain lingered, raw and echoing in the corners of her mind. Her eyes glistened. Silent tears traced her cheeks like the quiet rain from the night before.

She brought his hand to her face, gently brushing his knuckles across her cheek, fingers tracing the outline of his glove like she was grounding herself in the touch. Her breathing was uneven. She closed her eyes, trying to steady it, clinging to him with both hands — a fragile, human need to not feel alone.

Riddle swallowed. Slowly, his hand moved to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes blinked open, puzzled by the intimacy of the gesture, but she didn’t pull away.

Closer. Closer. Closer.

Until her breath mingled with his. Until her lashes grazed his cheek. Until her nose brushed his. Until he kissed her.

Soft. Certain. Silencing everything — her fears, her cries, the ache of the world.

His hands cupped her cheeks with trembling care, guiding her, and her hands found his. Fingers slipped under his gloves, hungry for real warmth. She didn't speak, but the tears didn’t stop. Not until he felt dampness on his cheek, too.

Then he pulled back, enveloping her in his arms, pressing her head gently against his shoulder as he stroked her hair.

“Forgive me, Shuu— I didn’t mean to… Ah—”

But her arms tightened around his waist, hiding her flushed face in his chest. He froze. Then heard her whisper:

“Don’t apologize. I liked it.”

Those words — simple, honest — left him undone. Because that’s when it hit him. Everything inside him was shouting the same thing. Traffic in his mind doesn’t overwhelm him. He’s unusually composed — Until he touches her. Until the other way around and he feels her warmth without expecting happens. Then he loses himself again. He does.

He’s all in. He’s falling. Can’t get back up. Can’t think straight — too tongue-tied.

Wishing she would come closer again and kiss him. Convince him.

Because he knows, that it must be love.

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I REALLY THOUGHT THAT RIDDLE WOULD HAVE A REALLY HARD TIME ACCEPTING AND UNDERSTANDING HIS FEELINGS, SO HE KIND OF AVOIDED IT😭😭😭 BUT SHUU REALLY WANTED TO BE WITH HIM, SHE WANTED TO MAKE HIM HAPPY AND FOR HIM TO TRUST HER, SO THAT HE KNEW THAT SHE DIDN'T HATE HIM, THAT SHE LOVED HIM OMGGG💕💥💕💥💕 I'M OVER THE TOP ENTHUSIASTIC!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!😍🥰💗💖💗💖💗💖

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ALSO YOU EVEN LITERALLY TAKEN INTO ACCOUNT MY COMIC ABOUT RIDDLE'S DREAM, WHERE THEY DATINGGWHWGWH😭😭😭❤️💥💗💥❤️💥💗💥❤️💥💗💗💥 YOURE REALLY AMAZING

[albaricomics]

Who do you think proposed, nacha or Francis? And what do you think the wedding was like?

BTW AHHH I LOVE UR ART U ARE THE BEST TNMN ARTIST AND ARE OUR QUEEN😭🙏♥️

OHGOSH THE PROPOSAL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!

I think they had gone on for at least two years, but honestly, Francis knew Nacha was the one from the first 2 seconds he glanced at her. He was on his knees for her since 💘

He was never the type to do big extravagant things or gifts for anyone (unlike Izaack), Nacha knew this since their first anniversary was just walking out, watching a movie and having the entire day for them, simple date, and she was fine with it

But for the proposal my DUDE worked his a$$ out to get the shiniest, most pretty-looking ring, and a very unique one because if it was hit by the sun, the reflections would show the colors of Nacha's eyes

Such a pretty ring you'd get lost in if you stared for too long, just like he got lost in her eyes all the time

So there she was, sitting at a table of the restaurant where they met; (1941) she used to work there as one of the chefs, the man in charge of receiving food and supplies didn't show up, so Nacha was assigned to do that too (besides all the cooking, ugh yk). A knock on the door made her rush to open and just get done with this delivery already, or else her soup will boil up. Door opened, and a "mmm, hello-" just stop abruptly, and somehow the very visibly tired man's eyes managed to widen, focused on Nacha's. Francis was used to just have a man pick up the milk bottles into the place and be done in just a couple minutes, so this was a very... pleasant shocking surprise. She also forgot how irritated she was just seconds ago, being honest it was nice to see someone closer to her age around here. And so it all started.

(1943) After some minutes of Nacha making circles at the top of her wine glass with her hand, Francis arrived... different. He wasn't in his usual half-asleep mood, he looked very much awake, happy to see her and even a bit nervous. She had to ask what's up with him, they were just having dinner, right? He was up to something, holding himself from letting whatever the secret was slip, and just said he ordered for both and it should arrive anytime. I the meantime, trying to calm things (and himself) down, they chatted on all the wonderful things they've happened to live together, what they've learned from each other, and before they could go on with thinking about the future, a waiter stopped the music machine to turn on the radio; a familiar voice was reading this very specific, romantic poem that was read to Nacha, in one of her dates with Francis...

As she realized, she turned to Francis, who was on one knee already, and now exposing a big flower bouquet he'd hidden in his back; words coming out of his mouth were just revealing how pure his feelings for her really were. As he was done and getting to say "today, I have something very special to ask you...", same waiter came with a silver platter, she took off the lid, and an opened little box with a diamond ring was there, along with a note that said:

"My sun,

... would you marry me?"

The excitement she felt was undescribable, a frantic YES!! was all she could say through her tears and excited jumps, immediately hugging/kissing him (which was a very moving scene for anyone who was there, clapping and cheering filled the place.

The wedding, ooh! Just as beautiful as you can imagine, her dress was pure white with a long tail, golden hour sunlight framing their first husband/wife kiss perfectly 🧡💕

[wandererxiv]

I wanted to share the story @notleriff wrote about our characters reuniting.

Getting onto the Skywing had been easier than expected, especially with half of the crew occupied in the city. Yurah touched down onto the wooden deck with the practiced silence of a ghost but cringed when she heard every creak and vibration her four companions let out beneath their feet. She had expected hired thieves to leave as much a trace as the passing wind, but now she was worried they’d wake the whole ship up. Her large ears flicked around, homing in on any sound out of the ordinary, but with the entire ship dead silent, the group hurried down into the cargo hold below.

Just this last week, Yurah had caught sight of a heavy leather-bound tome in the possession of the captain of this ship, no doubt some plunder they had obtained in their travels. She had offered to buy it, but the captain didn’t seem inclined to sell it, and though Yurah liked to consider herself above stooping to the level of a common brigand, she needed that tome back. Just one glance had all but assured her it was that which she had spent years searching for, and she wasn’t about to be stopped now.

Deep in the bowels of the ship, the group sifted through cargo, pocketing easily carried valuables along the way. Yurah ignored them, uncaring to what little trinkets they stole, and her attention was dedicated to looking for that all-important grimoire. She periodically shushed the group silently at every noise, and they would all freeze each time, letting whatever crewmate pass over overhead undisturbed. 

“Gentlemen!”

A jovial voice caught the thieves off guard, and they all whipped their heads to the door. Yurah, above all, was shocked, having heard not even the faintest noise of a footstep, and when she spotted the tall ears atop the head of the man who interrupted, that shock turned to an intrigued surprise. Seeing another viera was always a rare occurrence, and she had not known one bunked with these sky pirates. 

“Oh...!” The new arrival turned to cast his attention at Yurah, wiggling his eyebrows and winking in her direction. “And lady!” He lifted the bottle in his hand and swirled it idly as his other hand patted down the box next to the door. “How about we all just head outside?” When no answer came, and a few hands even reached for knives, the man frowned. “Oh. Okay.” Without warning, he whipped his hand up from the box, having grabbed hold of an ornate powder box, and hurled it forward, sending the contents scattering along the chamber and cloaking half the room in a fine white mist. He then emerged from the dust and smashed his bottle over the face of one of Yurah’s companions before taking the broken end and jamming it into that man’s side, pushing him to the floor.

The man lifted his thumb and swiped it across the bottom of his chin before balling his hands up into fists. “Let’s get busy.” 

The gesture caught Yurah off guard, and while she couldn’t quite place it in her current heightened state of panic, she knew it from somewhere. It was a mystery to solve another time, however, as she had no desire to either fight or be caught on the ship and toppled some boxes to hide herself from view as she planned her escape. The room had erupted into an all-out brawl, and Yurah watched as their attacker collected a broken table leg and used it to beat another of her hired goons senseless. With the way to the stairs open, Yurah took off in that direction, but was quickly tackled off her feet. 

Yurah found herself pinned down by the vaguely familiar man, and while she struggled to see around him, what she could see was that her companions had been rendered either dead or unconscious. She had no time to check, however, as the man slugged her straight in the face. She let out a gasp and lifted her hand, using the heavy, pointed rings on her fingers to swipe at her attacker’s face, cutting his cheek open just below his eye, but he struck her again, blood shooting from her nose. 

While he lifted his hand to strike once more, Yurah threw her hands up in front of herself to defend from his blows. Just beyond her fingers, she caught sight of his open shirt, and her eyes fell on a bright aquamarine chunk of rock tied to the string. With his hand fully cocked back and ready to unleash another onslaught, Yurah blurted out his name. “Leriff?!”

Her attacker froze, his fist still in the air, and his eyes flicked from Yurah’s face to a very similar shard of the gem dangling from her ear. Before he could speak, the stairs creaked and more of the crew burst into the room followed by their captain, Abigail Anduion. She pointed the large handgonne in her possession at Yurah on the ground, looking to her crewmate. “You alright, Scraps?”

Leriff slowly stood and nodded as Yurah and her unconscious partners were hauled away to be thrown in the brig. They’d figure out what to do with them the next day.

Hours passed as Yurah nursed the pain in her face. She had checked the goons she had hired after being thrown in the cage with them, and while she didn’t care much for them as people, she was at least relieved that none of them were dead. She was huddled on the floor, face in her hands, and only moved when her ears picked up the sound of the door opening and then quietly shutting. From her position on the floor, she looked up at her visitor to find Leriff standing on the other side of the bars.

Leriff watched the woman for more than a few moments before he lifted both of his hands up silently. He held them out and opened his hands up wide, flexing his fingers to show the woman he held nothing in them. Then he started to mumble, almost humming a fun little theme song. “Da-da-da-daaa.” Leriff bobbed back and forth as he moved his hands side to side. He balled his hands up into fists and knocked his left fist into his right before opening that hand to reveal his palm still empty. He then did it again, right to left, and when he opened that hand, he held a key in it. “Ta-da!” 

Yurah perked up at the show meant to entertain children and watched as Leriff put the key in the lock. The cage door swung open, but the man wasn’t done yet, now opening his coat up to show her it had no pockets sewn into the inside. He flapped it once and then twice and on the third, jerked the sides high. As if from nowhere, a large leather-bound tome spun into view, and Leriff snagged it out of the air with a big final flourish. “The prestige! Ahhhh!” He whispered aggressively with a big smile on his face, holding his hand out for Yurah to accept.

The hand was used to help Yurah to her feet after which Leriff grabbed her wrist and nearly dragged her out of the cell. The two stole away from the ship in the dead of night, silent as ghosts, Leriff only looking back long enough to see his captain Abigail watching him with disdain from her window.

[callsignfangs]

JSSJJSJA I LOVE UR WRITING 😭😭 I'M MUNCHING SO HARD ON IT

p.s im the anon who asked for that farah x g/n reader after a hard mission if that even matters but

-besides that, I have another request🤭🤭 if u have time ofc

g/n reader whos afraid of thunderstorms (from PTSD maybe) and there just so happens to be a thunderstorm tonight oh no but farah is there with them🤩

SORRY FOR THIS REALLY LONG REQUEST BUT UM HAVE A GOOD DAY OR NIGHT RAHH GO WILD

GIGGLINGNGN IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED ITT 😚😚

(I’d call you the Farah anon but atp my, like, whole page is Farah. Not that I’m complaining 😇)

And absolutely I will absolutely devour any reqs I get, esp Farah ones, I just love them smmsmm 😇

(AND DONT APOLOGISE FOR THE LENGTH LUVVIEE 💟💟 I LOVE GETTING REQS 🫂)

Also also sorry for the wait ive been focusing a little on art and personal life stuff that’s absolutely battering me rn 🧍‍♂️

Farah Karim x GN!Traumatised! Reader 😚

To say nights were hard was a bit of an understatement for you. Sleep didn’t come easy - not when it was majorly plagued with painful projections and stalking memories, haunting you throughout the night when they couldn’t tear at you through the day.

So, you being up at god-knows-when at night really wasn’t too alarming. You didn’t even mind it that much anymore, it was a bit like a routine. The exhaustion was annoying, and the daily naps were a pain, but it was easier than attempting to face sleep.

Usually. Usually, your waking mind was clearer and safer than your sleeping one. Not tonight.

Tonight? Tonight, the thunder rolling through the air practically sent shockwaves through your room, sending your mind reeling into that fogged, not-quite-here, am-i-there haze, making your chest ache and stomach knot painfully. You wished your mind would surrender you to sleep, even if it was just trading one hell for another.

It wasn’t long before you ended up at Farah’s door like a little lost puppy. It seemed pointless - your hand was heavy with the fear of being a burden and you couldn’t even remember how you’d gotten there. The throbbing weight in your chest seemed to ebb into the air, the thickness slipping from your lungs before you could really get a full breath in.

Farah opening the door almost into your face was actually blessed coincidence, the empty glass in her hand somehow assured your oblivious little mind of just how much of a problem you were to her.

She didn’t even need to see the tears verging on spilling over your cheeks to know.

“Oh, hon, come on, lovely. I can’t have you out here by yourself, can I?”

You only just brought yourself to nod, lower lip wobbling involuntarily. Hands slipped across your back before you could burst into tears, softly guiding your listless form into her room, what little awareness you had left trailing behind. The gentle click of the door shutting only just stood out from the blood rushing through your ears, trying to shield from the growling of the thunder outside.

“Are you.. Are you warm enough, قلبي?” Her words were so motherly it hurt.

“How about I get you something warm to drink, alright? I’ll make your favourite, promise. Then we can snuggle up here and have a movie marathon, or something. How does that sound, love?”

A cosy, toasty drink and snuggles with your favourite girl? It did sound nice.

Farah’s smile widened. You must’ve nodded, or something. You didn’t quite know.

“There. I’m glad you like that idea. Just hold up one second, right?”

And then she plodded off again. Her absence made you hurt primally, fear creeping across your chest and up your throat, latching onto you with an iron grip. No, no, she couldn’t leave, it wasn’t safe, how did you let her go all alone what if-

“Hey, حبيبي, hey, it’s okay. Come here, shh.”

She was back. It felt like some kind of emotional whiplash, your feelings being pulled apart and moulded back together again, moving too quickly for you to really react.

Gentle, familiar hands guided you to sit back down - when had you stood up? - and cradled your cheek in their careful hold. Something slipped up over your ears, and the world went quiet again. Almost disturbingly so, the lack of input, of reassurance to your senses, it was scary.

It was like Farah read your mind as she leaned back in to whisper right next to your ear, just loud enough for you to hear, “It’s alright, sweetheart. Come on, you’re alright. We’re safe right now, we just have to let this storm pass. Literally, for once.”

The relaxed humour brought a weak smile to your face. It didn’t quite reach your eyes, but that was alright. You needed time and reassurance, only one of those had you received a decent amount of.

Her bed creaked as she joined next to you, worn, homely springs groaning with effort. Your hands were enveloped in her touch once again, substantial warmth coating the back of your hand, branching out over your palm and peeking up your wrist.

Farah didn’t hesitate to ease you down against the headboard, tucking a hand down against the small of your back as she fumbled for something she’d placed on the bedside table.

“Do you want that drink, love? I made your favourite. Same way as usual, don’t worry.” The mug was held by your hand, supporting it as you took it in your shaking ones. Her lips puckered softly as she puffed over the hot liquid, a little plume of steam flowing up to your face, the warm flash dragging your mind back somewhat. You idly noticed the seeds of a headache taking root against your temple.

“Careful, غالي, it’s hot.” It took a few moments to drag your eyes up and take her in, but you got there in the end. “Oh, hello, sweetheart. Popped back in, have we?” The light bags tugging at her under eye were engulfed by the soft plush of her cheeks as she smiled. To say she looked relieved was a bit of an understatement. One of her hands slipped from the mug, ensuring it was stable before coming up to give your cheek a little squeeze, thumbing gently at your cheekbone.

At your slow nod, her smile widened even further, gratitude pouring into her gaze. The mug was, once again, eased from your grasp at your seeming disinterest. It was probably going cold, but she didn’t particularly care.

“How do you feel about taking a nap, lovely? Just you and me. We can put on a movie too, like a little cosy movie night - does that sound nice?”

“Yeah..” Your words were almost too shaky to be intelligible, but seeing Farah’s warm glow at the attempt made it worth it.

Hands roamed gently under your thighs, easing you down into her shockingly comfy covers - ‘commander’s privileges’ - and proceeding to tuck you in, fussing over you all the while. It was a win/win, really, she got to look after and fuss over you, and you got a little bit of well-deserved spoiling.

After you were sufficiently smothered, Farah pulled herself up off the bed, calling out a soft ‘one sec’ before jogging out of the room. It was quiet. That wasn’t that bad anymore, though. She’d be back, soon.

Your mind barely wandered in the time it took for her to swipe the laptop off of the coffee table and speed back. She knew better than to leave you alone with your thoughts right now, though your semi-calmness when she got back was reassuring.

“Here we are..” Farah murmured idly, clambering up next to you, placing the laptop on the bedside table by your head. You were softly eased onto your side and pulled to a firm, pillowy chest. One arm was laid out under your shoulder, simultaneously supporting you and reaching out to the laptop, opening up her downloads and mindlessly scrolling through her library of movies. Her other arm was laid over your side, kneading at your tummy before moving slowly up to your chest.

The next few minutes were spent with Farah idly chatting into your ear, bouncing movie ideas off of you as she internally preened at each and every response you gave. Together, you decided on a movie, and cuddled into each other’s safe warmth as the opening credits rolled.

By the halfway mark, you were fast asleep. By the end, Farah was too.

—

Sorry for the kinda rushed ending, I wanted to maybe take this a little further sometime, but it’s been ages and I wanted to give yous a little sumet to munch on /j

Pinky promise I’ll try to drag myself out of my sorta-hiatus 😚🫂

(Tags: @theartisticautisticc )

[prouvairesverse]

posting my first jehanparnasse fic … shivers in fear

Midnight Visitor

Jehan was having a peaceful night before a loud banging sounded at their door, opening it to be met with the sight of their boyfriend covered in blood and holding his side in pain.

word count -> 2676 // No Archive Warnings Apply // Does include Very brief/minor descriptions of injuries

this is a steal for the @lesmisshippingshowdown :]

[xo2dee]

First of all I wanna say I fucking love your writing and your fics and everything it's amazing how did you get so good because lowkey a bitch be wanting some pointers 👀 second of all I have a request, a Dante request, I read the rules and I didn't see anything about this so correct me if I'm wrong but how about Dante with an insecure and plus size girly 🥺 it's kinda self indulgent ask but yeah anyways love your writing as always 😁❤

PAIRING: Dante/(Fem)Reader. WARNINGS: Plus-Sized!Reader, Insecurity, Slight Body Dysmorphia. WORD COUNT: 1,243.

A/N: thank you so much for the request! and this one actually lets me branch out a little bit and write a little bit differently so i hope you enjoy! 💞

DMC MASTERLIST

“I wish I could draw you.”

It was just six simple words spoken into the room that had you perking up in interest and confusion. Your eyes rolled around the expanse of the shop’s lobby before you landed on Dante, feeling your cheeks burn when you saw him mimicking a picture of you with his hands having one eye closed with a curl upwards on his lips. You were no stranger to Dante’s offhanded compliments to you throughout the day, one of his best features in a relationship with you being that never once forgot to tell how pretty he thought you were every single day – even if you’d just woken up with morning breath. However, as accepting of his compliments you were (whether it was brushing him off with a playful, “Shut up.”, or just shaking your head with an embarrassed laugh as your ears burned and your heart soared) there were times you couldn’t help but bite your words back and ask if he really meant it.

Beating the bush was never your forte, and it wasn’t a blind eye to say you weren’t on the bigger side compared to the women you’d see come in and out Devil May Cry. How many of them had their midriffs exposed, and how many of them you felt the slightest bit inferior to whenever that disturbing voice in the back of your mind started to compare yourself to them? Albeit, Dante never paid them a wandering eye, always curling himself around you at night and you being the one he kissed when he left for every job, but it was always something that haunted you in your subconscious late at night or when you started to spitefully compare yourself to other women.

And his simple little musing that night had you slightly spiraling into treacherous territories when you thought too long and hard about what’d you look like in a fully body painting.

You couldn’t help the grimace when you imagined the extra lines and shading…

Instead you only sighed, shooting him a critical eye before teasing him, “Can you even draw?”

Dante kept his hands positioned like that, still keeping you in the frame of his fingers as you laid on the couch sprawled out on your side, and you nearly rolled your eyes whenever he briefly opened his eye to wink at you before shutting it again, “Dunno, but for you I’d become the next John Singer Sargent.”

A laugh almost busted out of you at the comparison, wondering when Dante learned the names of famous artists when you weren’t around before you mouth abruptly clamped shut when you remembered what painting he was talking about. Portrait of Madame X, featuring a slender woman in a black dress on the canvas with her waist as accentuated and slimmed down as it could’ve gotten that immediately soured your mood when you taught about yourself in that position. It wasn’t Dante’s fault of course, nor was it really yours, it was just how society had hammered it into your head you’d look ‘better’ a specific way as opposed to being beautiful exactly the way you were and led you to darkening thoughts and an avoidance of mirrors.

Despite your clouding mind, you only gave another sigh and closed the magazine you’d been reading as you voice came out a little rougher than usual, “I don’t know about that.”

It didn’t take Dante two seconds to notice the somber bitterness within your tone, and you almost jumped when he appeared next to you on the couch within seconds. The good humor was gone, in its place a seriousness you’d only seen a handful of times as his eyes scanned you head to toe, “What’s bothering you?”

Leave it to Dante to notice the minute your mood completely fell and run to the rescue, but even as you knew he’d soothe you once you’d voiced your worries your tongue tied on itself and you had to actively fight to get your words out. Besides, there was really no use in hiding anything from Dante either, he’d just eventually sniff it out somehow. “I don’t… think I’d come out right on paper. Too many…” you paused and then gestured downwards at yourself with a shameful burn in your cheeks, watching his eyes follow the movement before he frowned. “I just don’t think it’d look good.”

It sounded even worse when you said it aloud, the disturbing bout of insecurity nearly making you want to curl in on yourself and hide away from Dante since he started gazing at you so openly. He wouldn’t allow it though, practically molding himself into your space as his fingers briefly caressed your cheek with a sigh, “Well, hate to tell you when you’re wrong, babe, but you’re wrong.”

Your eyebrow twitched at the words, yet you held back the backtalk in favor seeing what else Dante had to say since he held one finger up for you to give him a moment. It didn’t help the burn in your face either, eyeing him warily before he looked back at you with a particular glint in his eyes.

“To me…” he started after a moment one finger beginning to trace the exposed skin of your shoulder as the strap of your dress fell off, his touch as silky and tender as it could be with such hands used to only fighting wars. He trailed down with a hum, his palm joining in it slid down your arm to draw patterns into your palm before sliding back, “The finest piece of art can’t compare to how you look… Isn’t art subjective anyways?” Dante mused before his hand slid over the curve of your waist and then dipped down into the softness of your thighs with a fleeting softness, “Most paintings are made with love, and you are very loved on this canvas. The artist should be proud and dote you around as much as he can.”

The skips in your heart were loud enough for him to hear, validation in the form of Dante’s random poetry making butterflies flutter along the insides of your stomach. It was so odd to hear him speak like that, yet all the more believing because he never got too intensely serious enough and switched up his tone. Your eyelashes fluttered and lips parted as you struggled to find the words, settling on teasing him as your cheeks began to hurt from smiling, “Are you the artist?”

“Who else?” he stroked his chin with a smug expression, and you ran your foot up his leg before patting his thigh.

“Then why not dote me right now?”

His eyes narrowed in on your face and you only had half a second to move before he did. Dante lunged for you as you squealed, one arm curling around your bottom as he lifted you off the couch and held you to his side. He bounced you a little in his hold as his eyebrows wiggled suggestively, causing you to lightly smack his chest in rebuttal before snorting, “Okay, okay, I get it. Put me down.”

“Nah,” he grinned and turned around towards his desk where his jacket laid on the back of the chair, snatching it up before moving towards the doors while keeping you in his hold all the while, “We’re goin’ out, so I can show off my lady and what a piece of art she is.”

[vargaslovinghours]

The unusual but no less hard-hitting 10½! (1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9)

So as it turns out, I did so many Blank Slate/Have you lost your mind? doodles that I ComPletely broke the last sketchdump lol, so it gets it’s own! Who could’ve figured that making basically a full comic of Chapters 2 and 3 would’ve made just a few too many sketches lol

Because of that, I’d strongly recommend reading what I've posted of Have you lost your mind? so far before this! Spoilers and author’s notes/behind the scenes warnings and all that haha

Concept sketch for Scriabin - I always love having visual signifiers to denote timeline/AU/etc. differences so you can tell at a glance where you are :) His silhouette gets to be correct! The details, well, sorry we forgot those ♪

And concepts for Edgar! I've drawn him in different glasses before so it was a bit of an excuse, using these new/old glasses to do so again haha

But in the end I went for a reference! Remember when I drew Edgar's glasses tiny?

And I mean, if he hadn't worn them in a while, maybe they're just a bit small on him! Lol

Poor memory-less Edgar's musings, it's not just sad to be forgotten, it's sad to forget :(

Early concept of Scriabin freaking out by himself in the bedroom. I'm glad I got to keep it :D

Always gotta draw 'em reacting to something just out of frame

Poor Scriabin, he wants to be close despite knowing Edgar doesn't remember him. He has to face this whole Being Human thing completely alone! Edgar just doesn't understand!

He doesn't know how good he's got it haha, if I was really mean I'd have let him keep his glasses instead. There's a bunch of fun themes either way, but stealing from Edgar while hiding in his own hair is as good as any hehe <3

Blank-faced Edgar, I ended up with a lot of these, unsurprisingly. Doesn't help that he's cute haha

As usual, starting from the middle - it's just easier to get ideas flowing around a core! Also that note pointing at Edgar of "Put Todd to bed" was all the everything of the prep work I did for writing that little section, but the rest Absolutely Needed storyboarding lol

He might come to resent you if you manhandle so much right after meeting for the "first" time

Scriabin actually touches him in the original draft, but after I thought about it, it'd probably take a bit to cross the touch barrier comfortably again! Scriabin's still weird about Edgar but Edgar is wary, it's an interesting dynamic

I won't show off every panel, but panels like these where I think they turned out especially cute Have to be included haha <3 I dunno what it is but Scriabin pouting always turns out adorable ♥

Floof harder! Edgar's innocent expressions ahh <3

Starting to lay the groundwork, but still a bit nervously! It is quite fun how they skirt each other, not quite sure what the other knows - how many lies can Scriabin get away with before he gets caught!

Scriabin using some informed guesswork in conjunction with what he definitely knows, he is rather intelligent :) You can also see Edgar's unfocused eyes well in this one, I tried to draw them fuzzy behind those glasses hehe

These are all lined up like this on the page :D Really happy with his hand expressions here, and his face haha

This was one of my favourite lines - he keeps making excuses for Nny! Edgar no! - I fully admit that it's also partially influenced by how cute Edgar turned out haha, the poor thing - but he's so wonderfully fluffy!

I love this line as well, Scriabin utterly convinced that all his hard work must have gotten through to Edgar somewhere in there, he said it often enough, he must have listened to him at least once-!

And then Edgar completely cuts him off and redirects him haha, they’re both hopeless <3

So mad at himself and Edgar, comedy = pain + time, but this is still fresh! Give yourself some time!

That last line in particular is so insidious because he did that, Scriabin was the one who put him in that situation, and now he’s trying to turn it back around on him! He's the worst ♪

Guilty Edgar <3 Still pressing on (changing the subject so he doesn't have to linger on the feeling hehe), he does have his own questions

These kinds of exchanges were especially fun to look back on from their individual perspectives since I only drew it once, starting with Edgar. How honest can Scriabin really be? He can't explain everything and not be kicked out for being a potential danger to Todd or Edgar! He's gotta play his cards Just So

Edgar is also quite intelligent! Catching Scriabin out in a lie, even when he's trying so hard to skirt the truth!

Scriabin so mad about being called out, gotta rub it in just a little bit that he's Totally Right lol, what a brat <3

Scriabin is legally and morally and emotionally and spiritually obligated to mess with Edgar sexually in literally every iteration of his existence, it is a core tenant of his being and also he really really wants to (lol) ♪ Drawing Edgar all blushed up is just a bonus, who does this stranger think he is! What has he forgotten! He's not some easy man! Haha, if you only (still) knew, Edgar

Whatever he was going to say would just hurt Scriabin's feelings, better to just cut him off before another reminder gets laid out

Probably my least favourite dialogue that I had to change was making "?" into something that flowed better in just-text, it's not the same! Lots of little notes about word choice actually haha. Love them reaching for each other even like this <3

Edgar has all these feelings to contend with! My favourite shot is easily the last one, Scriabin's relaxed mouth while Edgar's heart is beating out of his veins right into his ear ♥

Pls o////ò;

Existence is exhausting

Even without knowing him, he's just a cautious guy :) And he wants to be gentle with him! He doesn't realize what he's doing, what his actions would mean to Scriabin if he could see them, and he does them all the same 💕

Pretty lad <3

Technically backtracking, to Ch. 3! POV shifts are fun lol

Zarla mentioned Scriabin curling up into a ball in the blankets and I thought it was a cute visual haha ♪ Haven't had a use for it yet but never say never hehe

I wanted to go for some high perspective shots to drive home the uncanny feeling of being really truly alone for the first time ever. That, and he's dramatic anyhow haha

His posing was very important to me! Since Edgar knocks on the door while he's still leaned against it, the contact points would Feel a specific way

Scriabin got a lot of「bracket notes」for his section, usually as digs lol, where does Scriabin get off saying that Edgar has no tact haha

More blank-faced Edgar! These were actually drawn separately - could be chalked up to how each of them remember the event! Edgar sees himself as more put-together and Scriabin as more foolish haha ♪

That horrible sinking feeling

I pick on him a lot but this really would be incredibly scary and sad! He's alone, expelled, and the only person who Knows him now doesn't even recognize him! This was probably the one scene I wanted to be just a bit longer, really feel the weight, hmm

But he's also quite resilient haha, he has to be <3 He has enough tenacity, thank goodness haha

One of those examples of panels basically repeating lol, I can only fit so much text per pose! Plus it's fun to see the little body language differences :)

Another bracket note lol, Scriabin has to be the best at everything!

And another, have I mentioned that Kaggie is my favourite of the two? ✨ I'd still like to give both K and D a more sizeable reference sometime! Scriabin continues to be the cutest when he pouts, agh <3

Touchy touchy touch ♥

I do love the phrase "feeling himself" right after the last panel lol - it can be both literal and metaphorical! And that's what you get for not cleaning up after yourself! I swear that lightswitch panel confused me so many times on reviewing notes lol

He's not even careful pfft. Then again if he was, he wouldn't have a mess to grumble about in the first place!

A familiar face while Scriabin's already feeling small on his lonesome, ~it's symbolic~

Ough, it hurts to think that Edgar might actually be able to watch Zeitgeist, not knowing the deeper implications. The thought of him inviting Scriabin to see it! 💔

The most important question, and he hasn't come to a conclusion yet :) I wonder what his answer will be once he stops hiding from it!

Hhhh this has been a really fun AU to write for, I'm glad that I finally put it to words since it had been rolling around in my head since early 2021 - there are so many fun and insidious things to explore! Especially on Scriabin's side, though I still think it's the most fun to be stuck behind Edgar's eyes, an aware audience knowing what Scriabin is up to while Edgar doesn't hehe ♪ Hopefully I'll have some time to return to it after a bit! :D

[iridescent-solstice]

❝Hey, ya really expect me to stand here and do nothin'? Come on . . . What do you take me for?!? ❞

Seeing you moping around the house is all it takes for the great Mammon to spring into action. Yanking you out the house by the collar of your jacket is all it takes before you're sat in the passenger seat of his expensive and luxurious car. He's not driving to a particular destination or anything. Just for fun. To help clear your head. Make things easier for you . . . Hell! he'll even crank up the aircom for ya and let you recline your seat or stick your head out the window if you prefer but don't tell Lucifer that.

Others might call this useless but it's hey . . . at least it's something right?

❝I'm probably doing this more for myself . . . but y'know I guess the biggest reason is for ya. I went outta my way to do this. You should feel honoured! ❞

[inf3ct3dd]

some upcoming fics to hold ya over…. *:･ﾟ☆

HARD WORK - abby x reader

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WHITE FERARI - ellie x reader

AWKWARD - ellie x reader

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Second Chances - Chapter 2: Important Decisions 🕸️

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Earth-928, Nueva York: Spider Society HQ Cafeteria. . . .

Elena looked at the meal Gwen got for her, attempting her best to not laugh. When Gwen recommended it to her, Elena thought she was kidding. She didn’t know Miguel for that long, but she assumed that he wasn’t the type to allow something comedic like this to happen, especially if it was related to him. 

“Elena, what’s wrong? You’re just staring at your food.” Gwen said, eating a fry. “Nothing’s wrong. I just didn’t think Miguel would let the cooks make this.” Elena answered, pointing at her Spider-Man 2099 burger. “Yeah, I didn’t think so either. According to Jess, it was all LYLA’s idea and he didn’t even know about it until it got popular.” Gwen said. 

“Oh? So why didn’t he?” 

“Apparently he was going to have it discontinued, but LYLA convinced him otherwise. I don’t know how she did it.” Gwen said. Her light blue eyes then looked past Elena and brightened, causing Elena to look behind herself to see what she was looking at. There were three Spider-Men that had caught the girls’ attention. One was a tall man with graying brown hair and warm brown eyes, and he seemed to be in his thirties to forties based on Elena’s assumption. Strangely, he wore a pink bathrobe and fuzzy pink bunny slippers.

The second Spider-Man was a tall and lanky youth with dark skin, eyes, and punk styled hair. In fact, his whole super suit had a punk aesthetic to it, he even carried a guitar with him! 

The third and final Spider-Man was shorter than the others, having a more average height and build for someone his age. He had short wavy black hair, light brown skin, brown eyes, and youthful features. He wore a spider suit that had a bright blue dhoti and trousers, and traditional golden bangles around his wrists and ankles. 

‘Are they Gwen’s friends?’ Elena wondered. They had to be, why else would she seem so excited to see them? “Guys! Over here!” Gwen called out, getting their attention. The three of them walked over to the booth, taking their seats next to the two. 

“Gwen! It’s so good to see you!” the third Spider-Man said ecstatically. “Yeah, haven’t seen you for a while.” the second one told her. “It’s nice to see you guys too.” Gwen replied with a smile. “So, are you not gonna tell us who this lady is?” the Spider-Man wearing a pink bathrobe asked, pointing to Elena, who was taking a bite from her burger. After chewing and swallowing her bite of food, she quickly put the burger down and wiped her mouth with a napkin. 

“This is Elena. She’s known as 'Spider-Witch' in her universe.” Gwen said. “Elena, this is Peter B Parker, Hobie Brown, and Pavitr Prabhakar. They’re all Spider-Man where they’re from.” 

“It’s nice to meet you three.” Elena said with a shy smile. “Well, it’s nice to meet you too, kid.” Peter B replied. “So you’re the one Mr. O’Hara thought about recruiting. It’s nice to finally see you in person!” Pavitr said, his eyes twinkling. “Pleasure to meet you, love.” Hobie said. His dark eyes wandered from Elena’s face to the watch she currently had. “So you already agreed to join?” 

“Huh? Oh this?” Elena said, pointing at the watch. “I didn’t agree to join. Miguel gave it to me so that I didn’t ‘glitch’ out, whatever that means.” “Mr. O’Hara didn’t tell you? It’s a ‘Dimensional Travel’ Watch. We’re all required to wear it so that we can complete missions and so that we don’t get ripped apart in different universes, or something like that.” Pavitr explained, causing Elena’s face to lose color.

So if she took it off in another universe, she could die? 

“You ok? You look a little pale.” Gwen asked. 

“I-I’m fine.” Elena said with a nervous smile. “You sure kid?” Peter B questioned. “If you’re feeling sick, we can take you to the infirmary and-” “I’m fine, honestly! I just didn’t expect that kind of information.” Elena assured him. “Oh right! Sorry about that!” Pavitr said, looking apologetic. It made Elena feel bad. “Again, it’s fine.” Elena said. 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” 

Elena then decided to change the topic of the conversation. “So. . .how long have you guys been a part of this thing?” she asked. “We all joined relatively recently.” Gwen answered. “Are you gonna join too?” Hobie asked. “You seem like someone cool to hang out with.” “Oh, I don’t know about that!” Elena said, her cheeks flushed. She never really considered herself ‘cool’. “What makes you think that I’m cool anyway?” she asked the young man.

Before Hobie could answer, Pavitr decided that was the perfect moment to ask Elena questions of his own. “So what’s your universe like? Since you’re a witch, does that mean that there’s vampires and gargoyles?!” 

Elena let out a laugh before she answered. “No, at least, not to my knowledge.” Before anyone else could ask questions, LYLA appeared in front of Elena’s face, startling her. “LYLA?!” 

“Hey El! Jess and Miguel want to see you. Immediately.” the AI told her. “What? Where?” “Boss man’s office. C’mon, I’ll take you there. Also, you three,” LYLA said, now looking at Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie. “You’ve been assigned a mission on Earth-199999. Miguel said he wants you guys to handle it.” “Got it.” Gwen said as she, Hobie, and Pavitr stood up and put their assigned universe’ coordinates in their respective Dimensional Travel watches. Three separate portals opened up, and each one began to walk towards them. 

Gwen put on her Spider-Woman mask and hoodie and turned around to face Elena one more time. “When I get back, let me know if you’re gonna stay!” she said as she then ran into the portal, all three of them vanishing. “O-Ok.” Elena said as she stood up from her chair. She then grabbed her plate of food, deciding that she could eat it on the way.

“Peter, you wanna come to?” LYLA asked. “Sure. Although I gotta make it quick. MJ’s expecting me back soon.” Peter B. said. 

LYLA nodded and had Peter B and Elena follow her, making her way through the sea of spider people. “So, how are you doing so far?” Peter B whispered to Elena, who was finishing the remnants of her meal. “I know that this kind of thing can be hard to take in.” 

“Honestly? It kind of is. It feels like this whole thing is a dream, and that if I wake up, everything around me is gonna disappear.” Elena said. “Oh, well I can help with that.” Peter B told her. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?” 

"This."

Elena then felt a sharp pinch on her arm, causing her to drop her plate of food on the ground. “?!” The brunette immediately looked at Peter B with an annoyed look, causing him to let out a nervous laugh. “Oh come on! Isn’t this what you’re supposed to do when someone says something like that?” he joked. “No! And Peter, you just made me waste food!” Elena told him. “Oh relax! Spider-Dog’s gonna take care of it.” 

“What? Spider-Dog. . .?” 

A bark was heard, and the sound of paws hitting against the floor alerted Elena that there was something running up to her. She looked to see the one called ‘Spider-Dog’, an adorable black and white pitbull with a red Spider-Man mask, eating the last bit of Elena’s burger and fries happily. “See, I told ya.” Peter B told her. “. . .” Elena continued to look at Spider-Dog, not saying a word. 

Peter B began to worry that she was upset. Did she dislike dogs? “Hey, are you-” “Oh my god! Aren’t you just the cutest thing!” Elena exclaimed, getting Spider-Dog’s attention. The pitbull barked then jumped on Elena, licking her face. The brunette smiled and laughed at the act of affection, causing most of the spider people to look at the scene happening before them. Peter B relaxed and walked up to Elena. 

“Hey, I don’t mean to interrupt, but I think we should get going. It’s not a good idea to keep Miguel waiting.” he told her. “Right. Sorry.” Elena said. She then had Spider-Dog get off of her, causing the dog to whimper. “Oh, I’m sorry little one. Maybe we can play some other time, ok?” Elena said, giving the dog a kiss on the head. Spider-Dog then heard someone calling its name, so the canine quickly ran off. 

“Sorry about that! I just can’t help myself when I see a cute dog.” Elena told Peter B as the two continued their original goal. LYLA didn’t seem to care about what had happened, as she was still leading the two to Miguel’s office. 

“Oh it’s fine. Pretty much everyone here loves Spider-Dog. Even Spider-Cat adores her!” 

“There’s also a Spider-Cat?” 

“Yeah. Again, this whole thing is a lot to take in.” 

It didn’t take long for LYLA, Peter B, and Elena to make it to Miguel’s office. When Lyla opened the door, Elena was met with the sight of Miguel and Jess looking over footage from another universe. She soon realized that it was Earth-199999, since she saw Gwen, Hobie, and Pavitr fighting against a variant of Doctor Octopus. Unlike the one from her universe, this one seemed to be a cat with cybernetic octopus arms on its back.

‘He must be from a weird universe. . .’ Elena thought to herself. “Elena Corazón was it?” Miguel asked, bringing Elena back to reality. 

“Yes? How do you know my name?” Elena asked, raising a brow. “I don’t think that I ever told you.” “We did research on you and your universe before meeting you.” Miguel told her, making her remember hearing Jess say that Miguel would do research on potential new members for his strike force. 

“Ah, ok then. . .” 

“Sorry, but that’s how we evaluate potential new members.” Jess told her. “And luckily for you, Miguel seems interested in having you around here.” Elena blinked in surprise. “Really? Do you guys actually want me to join?” Elena asked. “We wouldn't have brought you here otherwise.” Miguel said. 

“Oh. . .I guess that makes sense. I take it that that’s the reason why you gave me one of these right off the bat?” Elena said, referring to the watch. “Of course. Well, that and we didn’t have any of the one day pass on us.” Jess told her. “A one day pass?”

“It’s what we give to those who have kids.” Jess explained. “Wait, does that mean that there’s also a daycare here?” Elena asked. “Yeah. The one who uses it the most is Peter, though.” 

“Huh? You have a kid?” Elena asked Peter B, now looking at him. 

“Oh yeah! Little Mayday’s the best. Everyone loves it when I bring her over.” Peter B said. “You wanna see pictures of her? I have a ton on my phone.” Before Elena could answer, Miguel walked closer to the two and cleared his throat. “As fun as that would be Peter, I’m afraid that there’s more pressing matters we need to get to.” he then looked at Elena and said, “I’m afraid that me, Jess, and Peter have work to get back to. If you want to join us, come back here tomorrow at 11:00 am for a proper initiation. If not, Jess and I will go to your universe and retrieve the Dimensional Travel watch from you. Understand?” 

“Yes sir. . .I mean, yes, Miguel.” 

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Earth-8099, New Eden: Elena's Apartment. . . .

“So, what happened earlier that you had to hang up the phone?” Janet asked, speaking to Elena on her phone (not the wall phone). “Oh, it was. . .there was a hostage situation near my apartment that-” “WHAT?! Oh my god, are you ok?!” Janet exclaimed. “I’m fine. The police and Spider-Witch handled the whole thing anyway.” Elena told her. “Spider-Witch and the police? Are they working together now?” Janet asked. 

“Eh, not exactly. I don’t think that Spider-Witch is going to plan on doing something like that any time soon.” 

“I guess. But still, I don’t think you should be living in that place anymore. I heard it’s gotten more dangerous lately, and I’m worried that something might happen to you.” Janet told her. “What are you saying?” Elena asked. 

“I think you should come back until things calm down. You can even live with me, Hank, and Hope for a little while too!” 

Elena was surprised by this. Stay with Janet? “I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to be a burden-” “That’s ridiculous! Of course you won’t be a burden! Hank and Hope adore you! Can you at least consider it?” 

Elena took a minute to think it over. She had two important decisions to make: should she join the Spider Society? Should she stay with Janet? Even though she said that she wouldn’t be a burden, Elena still had a little voice in the back of her head telling her to say no. To just stay here and be alone. But something else had pushed those thoughts away. There were other heroes in the area anyway. Like Iron Man or those two new ones that appeared a while ago. The Ant-Man and the Wasp. Elena laid on her bed, letting out a sigh. 

She really hoped she wouldn't regret this. 

“El?” 

“It’ll only be for two weeks. Ok?” Elena said. “Really?! Oh, this is so exciting! I’m gonna go tell Hank! Oh wait, is it ok that I keep this as a surprise for Hope?” Janet asked. Elena giggled and said, “Sure. Oh wait, before I go, can I ask what kind of gift that Hope would like? I still need to get her a present.” 

“She’s really gotten into Hello Kitty lately. I’ll text you a picture of this plush toy that she wants.” Janet said. “Ok. I’ll see you soon.” Elena said. “Ok. Bye, I love ya!” Janet said, hanging up. 

Elena turned her phone off, placing it on her dresser as she went into her bathroom to shower. After this, she knew that she had to pack the necessities for her trip. And buy Hope her birthday gift. And think about her decision on whether or not she should join the Spider Society. Elena really hoped that she didn’t get gray hair from all of this stress. 

Next Chapter. . .

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[sexlapis]

I love your Cecil fics so much. It’s become a daily routine to just reread them

thank you sm. i’m glad some readers like them so much to reread! it’s so nice to hear <333 !