#Amber & Felix my beloveds

[fellow-fandom-fruitifier]

Their dynamic is the favorite cousins btw

Translation!!!!🗣️‼️💥💥🗣️‼️‼️‼️ Laztana = Darling, Nere arreba maitea = My dear sister

(Idk if I conveyed it well enough but Amber did not rip off their leg bcz she has ✨Prosthetics✨, so ig she did rip off their leg but u know what I mean)

[sweetracha]

First Sleep Over with Stray Kids

Goodnight Moon: Lee Know

Sugar Content: Spicy Sweet (Smut), Sugary Sweet (Fluff), Sour Sweet (Mild Angst)

Allery Warning: Idol Member, Secret Relationship, Lowkey Unhealthy Relationship, Possessive Minho, Dom Minho, Nicknames (Kitten, Princess, Master, Sir), 'Public' Intercourse

The Sweetest Treats: @cr4ziee0szn

Confectioner's Note: This is my first time actually writing smut. While I read it, it was definitely different to write it. Hope you all enjoy!

Amber glows through the cracks of the log as embers burn out into a dark night sky becoming the stars. The moon chandeliers above as the subtle fog surrounds the venue. The world became the stage for lovers, dancing as if a part of nature itself.

Minho held you close. His hold was gentle as if he'd shatter you but secure as not to let the soft breeze take you from him. Nothing will take you from him again. 

All Min knew was flashing lights, tabloids, gossip, packed stadiums, little sleep, and dancing. That was his safety in this all. When he danced he was able to block out the whole world around him. It didn’t matter if he was one of the biggest idols or an absolute nobody, dancing was his lifeline. Then he met you. 

You were working at a small cafe located in the heart of Seoul. Patrons easily missed the quiet escape amongst the hustle and bustle of the city. Music played over the speakers in a low hum. Almost unconsciously you swayed along. Slowly you began to lose your mind to the calm melodic tunes. DING! You snapped to attention as the little sliver bell rang, alerting you of a customer. There you were met with a different Lee Know than the world knew. No longer was he the confident, cocky, stone-cold idol. Instead, he was a shy captivated boy who now knew what his childhood storybooks meant by love at first sight. Sweet as the sugar you baked with, you greeted him. 

The next year went by like a flash. Two comebacks, a world tour, hosting, and everything else that took him away from you. As an idol, he was not allowed to date, especially a nobody like you. He hated how the company described you that way after finding out. JYP himself organized a meeting to discuss "outside influences" affecting the team. Minho's blood boiled when he saw those words. The boys loved you! Chan saw you as a gift to them. The maknaes came to you for comfort most days. Even Changbin admitted on more than one occasion that he would protect you from any threat. To imply you were hurting the team made Minho want to quit altogether.  But he knew that wouldn't be what you wanted. You told him one night after a tearful confession that he was not allowed to pick you over his career, you made him swear by it. 

So without much of a choice, he had to break your heart. He showed up at your apartment and delivered the bad news then left. The staff made him delete all your information and scrub any trace of his once beloved sweetheart from his life. 

Or at least that's what the company believed.  After the meeting concluded Chan pulled Min swiftly into a supply closet, sporting looks of confusion from other idols. Christopher laid out the plan in full. Lee Know was to remain single and tell the public the reason why he frequented the bake shop was upon staff's request. However, Lee Minho would be fully committed to his blushing love as long as he kept it hidden. That meant no photos, no open lines of communication, and no more visiting his favorite Cafe. Everything began to weigh on you two until a little chicken came up with an idea.

"Why don't you two go camping?" Felix stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "We can't 'just go camping' Felix, it's not that easy" Minho snapped back, he hated talking about you in this way. "Why? Chan only stated that you two can't be in public or visit each other's places…the woods are pretty private if you ask me" Lixie said with a hint of suggestion and a wink in his eye. He was right though, camping had been another escape for Minho before his life became crazed. Maybe it could be an escape now for the two of you? A place where he can have you all to himself, where no one can get in the way.

“I need you” he stated bluntly. His sudden words shook you out of your trance. With a giggle you responded “But you have me”

Long slender fingers tilted your chin upwards, making you stare into Minho’s now possessive eyes. “Kitten I need to show the world you are mine. I need every single living thing to know only I can have my kitten.” You nodded and he approved of your now redding complexion. 

Minho laid you down on the previously discarded blanket you two used for dinner. Soft fabric barely protected you from the rough ground but you didn’t care, not with how Min is feeling you up. He groped and grabbed as if he needed to know this wasn’t a dream. The now naked beauty in front of him was too good to be true.

���Minho touch me, please” You pleaded as he took his sweet time savoring your skin under his lips. You tasted as if you were created in that little cafe he loved so much. “Please sir” your weak little voice lit a fire in him.

“Look at you begging for me darling. Your sweet little moans are so tempting kitten. We are alone you know? Finally alone…and I am going to give you so many reasons to scream” His eyes went dark.

Minho lowered himself down your body as he slowly spread your legs. His grip was enough to tell you not to move them. While you both knew you were more than capable of being a brat, the way he was acting tonight told you that you better behave. A gentle test lick was given to your clit not long after a confident stripe followed. 

“You taste fucking delicious kitten, and you sound even better” he continued with his actions upon hearing your cries of pleasure. Once he felt you were wet enough, Minho easily slipped in two fingers. “I haven’t had time to fuck you properly baby, You've gotten so tight on me again. I need to prep you isn’t that right pretty girl?” His words were sweet but laced with a mocking tone. You were drunk on him. All you could do was cry out incoherent statements as Minho felt you clench around his digits. “Come on baby, you know what to do. Show the stars just how good I can make you feel.” With one final thrust, he felt you convulse through your orgasm. Min helped you down from your high but in your foggy state, you didn’t notice him pull his cock free from his sweats. It wasn’t until you felt the tip pushing through your entrance did you realize.

“I can’t it's too much” Your oversensitive mind took over. “You can princess, you are going to lay there like a good obedient kitten and take what I give you. Got it?” “too big” “I said ‘Got it’” Minho emphasized with a hand to your neck. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you whined out in satisfaction. 

He wanted to start slow, he really did. But with the way you were looking at him, glossy-eyed and innocent as you babbled away he had to ram into you. Quickly he sent a hard and steady pace that made you scream out. It was when you went completely silent, face contorting in pure ecstasy that he knew he found it. “Does that feel good kitten, did your master find your sweet spot?” he asked rhetorically as he slammed into that spot over and over again. With the way you were clenching around him, he knew he wouldn’t last long. He doubled his efforts if that was even possible.

“PLEASE” is all you could get out before you constricted again. “Cum for me pretty kitty, fucking cum” and with that you did. Shortly after Minho followed with a rumbling growl of your name. He fell next to you on the blanket, heart beating rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. A warm soft feeling came over him. Looking down he found a sleepy kitten curled into his chest. He knew he needed to clean you up and take you into the tent…but that can wait for a few moments. Right now he just wanted to be with you. He wanted to spend time with his true escape. 

Sleep Over Series Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, I.N

[xasha777]

In the dimly lit bar aboard the starship Odyssey, Amber sat alone at the counter, her vivid red dress a striking contrast against the dark, metallic interior. The ship's engines hummed softly, a constant reminder of the endless journey through the cosmos. Amber's golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, catching the warm light from the antique lamps that hung above the bar. She had the look of someone who had seen too much, her eyes reflecting the mysteries of the universe.

Amber was a time-traveler, an agent of the Temporal Guard, tasked with preserving the integrity of the timeline. Her mission was to prevent anomalies that could alter the course of history. Tonight, however, her mission was personal. She was here to meet someone whose very existence was an anomaly.

From the shadows at the back of the bar, a figure emerged. Tall and imposing, he moved with a confidence that spoke of power and command. His piercing eyes locked onto Amber as he approached. He wore the traditional garb of a Roman general, but his presence seemed to distort reality, as if he didn't quite belong in this time and place.

"Amber," he greeted her, his voice a deep, resonant echo. "It has been a long time."

"Lucius Cornelius Sulla Felix," Amber replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "Or should I say, the shadow of Sulla. You've been a difficult man to find."

Sulla smiled, a cold, calculating smile. "I am not the man you think I am. The universe is vast, and the boundaries of time are not as rigid as you believe."

Amber's heart raced. Sulla was a historical figure, a Roman general and dictator known for his ruthlessness. But this Sulla was different. He had been plucked from his own time by an unknown force, his essence split into multiple realities. He was now a rogue anomaly, his actions threatening to unravel the fabric of history.

"I need you to come with me," Amber said, standing her ground. "Your presence here is causing disturbances in the timeline. We need to restore balance."

Sulla laughed, a sound that sent chills down her spine. "Balance? You speak of balance while your Temporal Guard meddles with the natural order of things? I have seen the truth, Amber. Time is not a river but an ocean, and I intend to sail it freely."

Amber's mind raced as she considered her options. She had been trained for this, prepared to deal with anomalies, but Sulla was unlike any she had encountered before. He had knowledge and power beyond her understanding, and he was determined to reshape history to his own design.

As the tension between them grew, the bar's patrons seemed oblivious to the confrontation. The universe outside continued its endless march, stars and planets drifting in the vast expanse. Amber knew she had to act quickly.

"You leave me no choice," she said, reaching for the device at her waist. It was a temporal stabilizer, designed to neutralize anomalies and restore them to their proper place in time. But Sulla was faster. With a swift motion, he disarmed her, the device clattering to the floor.

"You underestimate me, Amber," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I have seen the future, and I will shape it as I see fit."

Before she could react, Sulla placed his hand on her shoulder. In an instant, the world around them dissolved into a swirl of colors and light. Amber felt herself being pulled through time, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer force of the transition.

When the world came back into focus, they were standing in ancient Rome. The bustling streets, the grandeur of the architecture, the smell of the markets – it was all too real. Sulla stood beside her, a triumphant gleam in his eyes.

"Welcome to my world," he said. "Here, I am in control."

Amber knew she had to find a way to stop him, to return him to his proper place in history. But for now, she was trapped in his reality, a prisoner of time.

As she looked around, searching for a way out, Amber realized that her mission was far from over. The fate of the timeline rested on her shoulders, and she would do whatever it took to restore balance. Even if it meant facing the wrath of Lucius Cornelius Sulla Felix, the man who defied time itself.

[solstheimtxt]

3, 5 & 7 for vince my beloved 🤍 might come back later w/ more questions heheheheh

Hiii!!! 👋🥰 tysm for the questions!!! And thank u for your patience while i write these out nyehehe (answers under the cut)

Ask me questions about my oc? :D

>Vince is by and large, mostly a person who goes along with what his family believes (even in other versions of him, fo4/me included). When he arrives in Halcyon he's disgusted at working and living conditions for the people but primarily assumes Edgewater is simply a run down town, and until he gets to Groundbreaker & Monarch does it truly set in exactly what's wrong with Halcyon. He believes the power should be with the people-everyone should have access to food and lodgings, no exceptions. He also understands that people can be lead into false hope and ruin by leaders like Graham. Thusly post-game he keeps the image of the Board alive even though the folks who run the Board are no longer in power. He's not above lying to keep the peace, even if it's not morally correct! (This is especially prevalent when he uses rockwell as a figurehead and kills him when he becomes useless 🥰)

3. What do they believe in?

Tl;dr: Board bad, free halcyon good, halcyon run by idealists not ideal

>I actually haven't written much! Vincent and his husband married at 18, both of their families are alive and close. They enlisted as Marines for free college, left and continued with their lives. Vincent was working as a medic (think like an EMT/Paramedic kinda thing). However, due to living in Los Angeles, and the rising cost of living, their family decided to start anew in a new world, where they could potentially have a safe home that they could work for. (I imagine LA would be even more insanely expensve than it is now, and EMT/medics are typically low income in the LA metro area, ergo Vince & Lance are lower/middle class).

5. What was their life like before being iced?

7. What's their fighting style? Who do they bring along?

>Vince is the same in every game in that he utilizes a sniper rifle (Deadeye Assault rifle), melee weapon (Tossball stick), and either a rifle or pistol. (Think Deliverer in fo4).

(Also toby 🤝 vince snipers 4 life)

I also think having a squad of 2 is dumb! In Mass effect, it makes sense, but in tow it doesnt make sense in universe, a big squad might give away stealth but they have guns so uhhh, anyways. In game, I always used Felix & Max, but typically he would bring the whole squad. On Monarch, he does split the team up, Felix and Max go to Fallbrook and Amber Heights, and the rest of the team do the Devils Peak, and Cascadia quest. (As per my fic nyehehehehehe >:3c)

Usually Felix, Nyoka and Sam made up the front line, with the big guns, Ellie, Max and Parvati kept the enemies from flanking them, and Vince stays back and provides support via sniping, if that makes sense. (But also SAM carries their gear so vince doesnt usually like SAM fighting!)

[uchiha-7thsingularity]

I know last legacy Mc dealing with a period with LI part 2 is taking long, sorry. Still typing it as I post these sneak peeks or unfinished drafts and ideas I want to share. Starting school in two weeks from now but will still post. Here's a taste of "Deernap!" that I am almost done with but want to see if you guys want to read. Let me know.

FYI I don't know if I should have rime and mc dance the tango in the night to get a feel If each other seductively. Or have them have an all out battle to prove who deserves the astrolabe? Help!

Goosebumps bites around my strained neck and ankles to the point it snatched my attention to the closed window sill. Frozen a few seconds before a rich voice stirred behind my wary figure, "Have you ever been kidnapped?!" 

No hesitation, I pivot into a defensive position to face the intruder who had asked an ill question. (I think I knew full well who the voice is owned by. Always the drama deer king.) Strawberry locks with white entwined together surface my vision first every time I lay my gaze to him. Even though I have to look up to someone I loathe. (Curse my shortness.) Rage. I sense bubbling within my trembling statue, never wavers to burst.

"What the HELL do you strive to do this time?!, clenching my fist I bit my tongue to stop speaking my native language. Although I try to appear calm, I suffer a bitter nauseating motion erupt in my stomach. Like moths clawing to shred the anticipation eating at the scenario before myself. 

His freckled-toned skin washes out in the dim lighting. Where his black golden cloak stands out more to the viewer's eyesight. He gazes around the room no doubt collecting memories shared with his "ex-beloved". Shaking his head he draws his attention back to me contemplating a hideous scheme I assume. 

Grabbing the Cherry wooden chair he pulls out silently taking a seat. Crossed legs and arms he perks up to my fierce gaze that never relinquished. The audacity of this unholy man as he speaks up, "Sit." Red amber eyes land on the seat across to make a statement. Not even thinking of following his order I stand up straighter. Rime flicks his gaze again to the seat until he rolls his eyes. 

"Why so tense? I could have sworn the glimpse of danger I delivered was awe-inspiring. Or did hurting the stinky cat and you come to be too much for an outsider?" 

Bittersweet as Rime could be, the point he wanted to make is not just a lesson in itself. Rather a message conveyed by the physical activity he caused in a poor environment. All things told I just wanted him to leave me alone. 

Cleared throat I bellow out, "If you want Felix he is occupied at the moment. You have two choices. One: Is to leave with a foot up the bleached ass you so admire. Two: Would be to stay for a season called deer hunting!" Simply, a pout forms contorting his face to utter disgust. Without pause, I step towards him, determined to not let fear warp my small frame compared to Rudolph. 

"You want to end this feud we both have right now. Go ahead, I won't even flinch, scream, bite, or run. Just stop hurting the others for there sake… and your own." 

A chill sets in the frigid atmosphere that turns my breath to ice. (Am I doing this? Is this my magic or his?!) Only our heartbeats can be heard among the silence enveloped in the chilled space.

He sighs, taking an extra moment to roll his rosy eyes, "Dramatic much."

 He sulks at me only till he maneuvers to reach out and grasp my jaw in a tight grasp. I silently grind my chattering teeth squinting to glare at his grinning portrait. For a split second, I tense at the fact I am unequivocally unmatched in a battle against rime. Obviously.

Hesitantly, both my ice-cold hands grab his wrist to peel off his gloved hand. The attempt is a struggle for my frail body which Rime takes as entertainment. Muscle spasms kick in around the inside of my jaw left with the option to…… Squirm out of his grasp. (Why is he so cold? And why…?!) Before I even finish the thought black smoke appears where Rime settled mere seconds beforehand. Besides the release of pressure off my jaw, I can't help but rub the pain away.

Taking a shallow breath, arms encircle around my torso to yank me towards the wooden carved bed. At this point, every limb or joint is paralyzed from the shock. Goosebumps fleck across each arm as I try to focus on the pace of my heartbeat beating ruthlessly. Again black smoke billows around the sheets; never a moment of peace with this man. As the smoke clears I scan my surroundings as my vision stills on the stuffed owl. Suddenly, the room shifts from a stuffy emerald room to an overgrown ruin for a moment I think of mournfall. I soon realize the portal he opened underneath me led us to a ruin with no roof revieling the constellation overhead. The monument consumes my vision in any direction I view to see an overgrown greenhouse with wilted organisms that was once cared for so long ago it seems. Chuckles float from behind me as a night breeze cascades over my pale skin. I turn to be face-to-face with my undead killer with a mischievous grin that makes my knees buckle underneath my full weight and anxiety.

"Afraid?" Please, if I wanted you dead you would be already. He lifts my chin with his gloved hand to meet my gaze fully. I should run away from him but I have the awareness of wanting to know more of this vengeful man. "You hate me right? My gaze shifts to fan his intense features in the moonlight. "Hate is one way to put it in simple terms." He lets go and shifts away to stride away to stare up at the stars. And I can't help but release the single breath I kept hidden from him. I wrap my arms around myself to contain my warmth in this cold lonely environment. 

This is were I stopped. I did erase the top half which mentions MC x Felix. Maybe, future poly relationship buildup. With MC having OCD and anxiety.

[20cm]

curiosity tag ! ! 💕💕

tagged by: @hyukaheart (who also made the game <3) && @yeonjuins !! thank you both mwah mwah 💛💖💛

sorry in advance that this is long.. if anyone reads this<3 u deserve a medal 💕✨

Q: which artists make you instantly smile when you hear their laughs?

A: ohhh hmmm wonho ! beomgyu + kai also .. and taehyun!! i think felix also :].... yj<3

Q: what’s a song you’d like to recommend to the person who tagged you?

A: ooooh yes! 💖

for hope: 何度でも by Michita ft. MouthPeace for woo: Lose My Cool by Amber Mark

Q: which artist(s) have your favourite voices?

A: jjong + onew from shinee, kihyun + joohoney from monsta x, hanse + seungwoo from victon, beomgyu + taehyun + yeonjun from txt.......probably forgetting some </3

Q: what are some of the sets from the wonderful ccs here that you find yourself thinking about often?

A: buckle up i have a lot </3 off the top of my head uhmm 💕💕

made by ana @yjunies: this blue orangeade one that makes me smile when i see it // this set of yeonjun on tingle interview because its special to me // this fairy of shampoo one that is just... beyond gorgeous

im SO obsessed w/ literally every gfx work that woo @yeonjuins has put out but the first one i ever saw tht made me speechless was this netflix 0x1=lovesong edit because not only was the gfx itself great but the video editing!!!!! was so cool

from ryu @gyukai: this 2 year anniversary set because its so so creative and cool! // and her get to know me set for the japanese ver mv of run away bc its so so bright and pretty

erin's @jaehyukkies REALLY beautiful ab6ix close set that i rb on sight. literally so so so obsessed w/ it

THIS set meg made putting lovesong to a siken quote that made me tear up ngl

lulu's @cherriki dear sputnik set has been living in my head rent free since i first saw it

this 3 part set of parallels between the dooms night & other mvs that @/songofastar made because its SO cool [ 1 ; 2 ; 3 ]

this other set from @/songofastar that puts quotes from the storybook over mvs

this really cool logo/mvs gifset

this set from @/jjunies mv aesthetics series

this fucking gifset of yeonjun w/ pink hair from the we lost the summer mv shoot

this set of yeonjun during a stage performance of blue hour that makes me bark like a fucking wounded dog

Q: if you could steal (affectionately) an idol’s pet, who’s would it be and why?

A: odi!!!!!!! soobin im willing to share but u have to let me have custody on weekends or something 🙄��!!! and because i really would love a hedgehog of my own <3 but also im just so obsessed w/ odi help...........also ik taehyun has probably given aengdu to a different home but ive always wanted a snake so >:) ...... OH and kkoongie . taemin give me your fucking cat.

Q: which artists that share your star sign do you like? ​

A: hmmm god time to find libras. the only one off the top of my head is joohoney!! and yes <3 i do like him a lot :] OH CHAN. BANG CHAN. and hanse!! and yangyang .. why the fuck are all the libras rappers. OH JONGHO ATEEZ<3333 jongho my beloved vocalist maknae also ....... HOW DID I FORGET KEY!!!!! .... my god wait. woong ab6ix, jeonghan svt, hanbin/b.i my beloved also......... why are a lot of my biases libras 😭

Q: do you have any favourite photoshoots that your ults have done? ​

A: oh YESSS okay !! ^_^ 💛

yeonjuns ul:kin shoot!!!!!!!!!! new york fashion week <3

weverse magazine nov. 2020 ........ (yeonjun specifically)

txt's recent tmrw magazine shoot (some of the photos here on tumblr</3)

wonho's fault magazine shoot

whatever the fuck floor granola was taemin did for dazed korea

wonho for dazed korea too

Q: what songs do you always get stuck in your head? ​

A: given-taken + drunk-dazed by enhypen, salty + o sole mio by the boyz, baby don't stop by nct u, chronosaurus by stray kids, ....pied piper....., anti-romantic + puma + frost + magic by txt, scaredy cat + nerves + no blueberries by dpr ian, love me or leave me by day6, killing me by ikon................. those ALL get stuck in my head

Q: who are your favourite dancers in kpop right now? ​

A: taemin !!!!! hyunjin for sure... yeonjun of course. shownu + wonho <3, felix and juyeon also were really impressive during kingdom :]

Q: are there any photos of your ults that you find yourself thinking about a lot? ​

A: oh jesus. sorry this is ALL yeonjun im mentally ill. yes i made this in photoshop FOR this post ... the one where hes covering his mouth is for funsies bc its my discord icon and i love his dramatic ass

Q: which artist(s) do you feel you can see yourself in? ​

A: ok not. to sound insane i guess but anyways. yeonjun

i really relate to his history of struggling w/ self confidence and honestly just faking it til you make it. like just saying it often enough until you believe it. it helped me a lot when i was a teenager + going into college and helped me be more extroverted + talk to people.. also his sense of dramatics. like ik it may not seem like it because im a lot more mellowed out on tumblr dot com but im . dramatic and hyperactive in real life. like i call him annoying (affectionate) bc i look at him and go "me too lol<3"

also his drive + hating losing + wanting to be better while also knowing you have a long way to go + knowing you havent really made it....like oh for SURE i relate to just how he feels about work and drive + passions ... its really how i felt in school and college.. even my hobbies . i take pride in being really detail oriented + a perfectionist and i like knowing im doing well...when i was younger i definitely could be a little cocky but it was mellowed by that lack of self-confidence at the same time 💀

anyways. enough psychoanalyzing myself and my kpop guy. im also a huge fan of dancing, fashion, and i like taking care of others <3 so idk i see myself in him a lot actually

Q: who’s rapping do you always find yourself vibing with? ​

A: joohoney + i.m from monsta x.. i love their solo work, i really like dpr live's stuff! and dpr ian, suggi, b.i, and woodie gochild !! ☀️

Q: are there any artist/s who’s talking voice you could listen to forever? ​

A: OHHHHH BEOMGYU i could fall asleep to his talking voice.. same w/ felix<3 .. oh and taehyun could spend 1hr explaining the chemical makeup of paint from the hardware store and i'd listen to him 💖💖

Q: is there anyone who always manages to give you gender envy? ​

A: yeonjun + beomgyu give me wardrobe envy.. and hair envy. so does felix. OH and juyeon ^_^💕

Q: and finally, which idol do you think the person who tagged you is most like? ​

A: yesss <3 ok so

hope you give me HUGE felix (stray kids) and hyuka vibes youre so sunshiney and bright! 💛

woo gives me san (ateez) + minhyuk (monsta x)!! i like your artistic sense and aesthetics! 🖤

okay that was SO long. if you read it all im giving u a big hug LOL 💖

idk who has or hasnt been tagged sooooo <3

@sodrippy @gaemin @slowrabbitpd @chaotichae @cherriki @heeseunq @97choi @minki-s

[magesmiths]

9 for ren and felix please!

(-buttonwisemoth)

tysm zeph <3 here is some absolute fluff to make up for the pain i cause my beloved relix 

9. listening to the other’s heartbeat for ren & felix

They could get used to this. Could spend a lifetime like this. A thousand lifetimes, if he would have them. 

Crisp white sheets cover most of Felix’s body and Ren is mere inches away, but oh, how they crave to be touching him, caressing him, holding him. They start to reach for him, watching his face for any sign that he might be awake, and hesitation seeps in. Why disturb his peace? Their hand hovers for a moment before his voice breaks their reverie.

“You’re staring.” 

The words are light, teasing. Felix has one eye open, amber sparkling in the sunlight peeking through the curtain, hastily closed last night. He’s smiling and they feel slightly dazed at the sight. It has always felt like looking into the sun, blinding and enchanting and compelling all at once. 

It is less like that now. Not because they’re completely used to it, or because his smile has become less beautiful. No, his smile, now filled with more affection than they ever felt worthy of, is no longer blinding. It’s warming, nourishing and entirely disarming.

They do reach for him now, a hand to his face, cupping his cheek and stroking the corner of his smile with their thumb. “Can you blame me?” 

“Not at all, babe. I’d stare at me too.” His smile breaks into a grin and in this moment, Ren can’t comprehend how or why they ever held themself back from being the reason for it.

Felix lifts his own hand, holding theirs in it, and turns his face to press a firm kiss into their palm. Their eyes flutter closed at the warm touch and the smile that Felix’s presence so often coerces out of them makes its way onto their face again. 

“Are you having trouble sleeping again?” 

They nod, a tired sigh escaping their lips. He pulls them closer, an arm around their waist. “C’mere.” 

They shuffle until Ren’s head is on Felix’s chest, one of his hands stroking their hair. 

His heartbeat fills their ears, a steady rhythm to focus on. Its existence sweeter than any melody, it keeps them grounded. They place a hand there and can’t help but smile at it, at life beating away underneath their palm.

After a few minutes of this peace, they feel their breathing begin to slow. Heavy eyelids close and lips press to their forehead as sleep embraces them at last.

Yes, this they could get used to.

[stargazer-balladeer]

Asking out a Clueless Reader [Fire Emblem: Three Houses]

anon: I would love a request please! If you dont mind, I would like something for my bois felix and dimitri from fe3h. If you could make one shots for each of them it would be awesome! (Please dont stress yourself if you dont want to!) Something with a fem!reader that is very clueless to their feelings? They think of her all the time, cant concentrate because of her, (dimitri even ends up crushing his pens because she is so cute) and all the blue lions know they like her. She likes them too! Thanks!

Characters Included: Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd & Felix Hugo Fraldarius

Notes: I decided to do them together instead of separately. Hope you don’t mind 😊✌️. Hope you enjoy this! (Even though it feels rushed..)

Reader’s Gender: Female

Warnings: None

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd

Dimitri groans as he lets his head fall to the table and it made him wince when it hit the table. “There is for sure a bump there.” Dimitri thought as he winced at the thought of him having a bump on his forehead. He was currently in the library, trying to read a book but failing miserably. His thoughts were still filled with [Y/N], her sweet smiles, her cute laughter, how she handles her weapon of choice, everything about her is perfect. When he realized that he was thinking of his fellow classmate once again, he groaned as lifts his head up.

“Are you okay, Dimitri?” Dedue asked as he was just sitting beside him. He was startled when Dimitri suddenly smash his forehead to the table but decided not to say anything, knowing his highness’ mind is occupied already. “This isn’t working at all.” Dimitri groaned as he closes the forgotten book. Dedue sighed. “Well, there is always the option of confessing--” “Absolutely not!” Dimitri screamed, he paled when he realized he accidentally said that too loud. He meekly sits down and face Dedue with a glare on his face.

“Are you out of your mind?! That is absolutely not a choice!” Dimitri whispered-yelled at his bodyguard, who could only sighed. It was very obvious that he has a crush on the girl, all of the Blue Lions knew that, and probably the whole school can tell that he has a big fat crush on the [H/C]-haired girl. So how come [Y/N] managed to not pick up on that?

Dedue recalls earlier where it was class time when suddenly Dimitri’s pen snap, fortunately (or not to the pen) it wasn’t the first time he did that. He managed to snap all of his 89 pen, and counting. Mercedes already expressed her concern for Dimitri to him (”that poor pen has been through a lot--”), and all of the Blue Lions wants their House Leader to just confess already. 

But Dimitri manages to loop his way out of his situation, how? Who knows. Whilst [Y/N] just looks at them curiously as they argue about whether or not Dimitri should confess. How this girl manage to be clueless, no one knows.

Dedue sighed once again before turning to the blushing prince. “I think this gushing of yours should end right now, Dimitri. She’s right there.” Dedue said while pointing towards to the reading female. Dimitri’s mind didn’t comprehend at once but when he finally realized what’s going on, it’s too late. Dedue manage to drag his highness’ royal ass to [Y/N].

[Y/N] looks up to see Dimitri and smiled innocently at him. Which made the poor man’s heart pound in his chest. He’s pretty sure his face was a twin of a cherry. “Greetings Dimitri. Is there something you need?” Ah, your voice.. It sends shivers in Dimitri’s body as he tried to force his words out of his throat (it was previously stuck).

“N-Nothing, [Y/N].. d-do you mind if I accompany y-you right now?” Dimitri stuttered, his face flushing in embarrassment. “Why the hell did you stutter? You probably look like an idiot in front of her—“ “Sure! I don’t mind!” [Y/N] answered.

Dimitri smiled as he sat down next to her. She politely closes her book and looks at him expectantly. Dimitri suddenly felt nervous under her gaze. “S-So uh..” [Y/N] tilts her head to the side, beckoning for the Boar prince to continue. “D-Do you want to accompany me to town? I-If you’re free, that is!” Dimitri said in a rushed voice.

[Y/N] blinks before smiling. “Sure! I can also invite Mercedes since she wants something in town—“ Dimitri winced before looking down. “N-No. I mean, as a date.” “Great! Now you’ve done it!” Dimitri screamed in his head when he didn’t hear anything from [Y/N]. Before he could back out, he was greeted with a blushing [Y/N].

“A-A.. date?” She asked in disbelief and.. hopeful? Dimitri nodded his head as the female broke into a huge smile. “Then, I’ll happily go on a date with you, Dimitri!”

No one can deny how happy Dimitri look after that...

Felix Hugo Fraldirius

Felix was training as usual but something was off about him, everyone noticed it. His usual swift and fluid movements weren’t the same, it was sluggish and he looks distracted. Some may attest that he was being more clumsy than usual, scratching himself from the sword he’s holding and accidentally hitting his feet with it.

Though many aren’t that worried, the Blue Lions are. But, unlike the other classes, they knew what’s going on. Felix has a huge crush on their beloved (weapon of choice) girl, [Y/N]. At first they didn’t believe it but over time they started to understand why Felix would fall for a girl like [Y/N].

She was skilled in everything she holds, a witty person and isn’t afraid to stand up for herself. She’s also devoted in training. At first, Felix didn’t pay any attention to her. But after that time where the [H/C]-haired girl asked Felix to be their sparring partner, he grew fond of her. Out of everyone, Felix is closest with her. But the one flaw everyone agrees on is that [Y/N]’s clueless about Felix’s feelings for you. (Even though the signs are there already).

So they decided to help Felix to get you. But Felix refused, stating he doesn’t have time for love. Currently, Felix is regretting not accepting their suggestion, now he’s dealing with the consequence. After falling down for the 5th time that day, he sighed and gave up on training.

When he put back the Bokken [wooden sword in Japanese], at the same time, [Y/N] entered. Felix’s eyes widened momentarily before looking away quickly. He wanted to get out of there as soon as possible before she could notice him. But it’s already too late. [Y/N] noticed him almost immediately and her face brightened up.

Felix could feel heat rushing through his cheeks as he tries not to look at your adorable face. “Felix! Hey! Wanna spar with me today?” She asked with much enthusiasm. Felix sweatdropped while still looking at the wall. “Uh,, no thanks. I think I’m done for today.” [Y/N] dramatically gasped while holding her hand in front of her mouth. “You? Done? With training? Who are you and what have you done with Felix?”

Felix crack a smile and quickly frown, not wanting to smile in her joke. “Nothing. I’m just not feeling well.” [Y/N] blinks. Felix sighed in relief, thinking she’ll leave him alone. But what he didn’t expect is to see her so close to his face, her hand touching his forehead. Felix gasp in surprise while stepping back, looking at [Y/N]’s face. She was so close..

“Hmm.. it doesn’t seem like you have fever. So what’s wrong?” She asks as she looks at Felix’s amber eyes. Cursing in his head, Felix could feel himself burning from embarrassment. “I-I—“ “You know, if you continue to look like that, I would’ve think you have a crush on me!” Felix froze at her words.

[Y/N] laughed, not really taking her words in consideration. Felix hid his mouth behind the back of his hand as he looks away from embarrassment. His mind is now screaming for him to confess now. It’s now or never after all.

“What if what you’re saying is correct, what would you do?” Felix asked, after clearing his throat. [Y/N] froze before looking at him in surprised. “... are you serious?” Felix sighed and nodded. “Do I look like I’m a joking type?” [Y/N] contemplated a bit before shaking her head. “Yes, that’s correct. But why did it take you 3 seconds to answer—?”

“I like you too!” [Y/N] cuts him off. Felix blinks, once, twice, thrice before his face exploded in red. And that’s how you kill Felix :3

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*turns up late with a smoothie* for the wip game! happy birthday kincaid! (LOVE that cowboy <3)

my darling beloved cowboy 🥺 also congrats, this fic is absolutely just smut! it’s just kincaid and felix fuckin around on a sofa. that’s it. that’s the whole point dkshskshs

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Kincaid can’t even remember the name of the movie playing in the background, and right now he can’t bring himself to care.

He’s on his knees, rug pressing against his clothed legs, and his hands are curled around Felix’s calves. He presses a quick kiss to the inside of Felix’s thigh, bare skin warm and slightly damp from sweat. Kincaid hums. Nips at the crease where thigh meets pelvis, and drags one hand up, up until he’s pushing Felix’s legs further apart. Felix makes a tiny little noise, a bit off whine, and when Kincaid looks up he finds amber eyes swallowed almost entirely by black looking down at him, hands clenched into fists at Felix’s side.

Kincaid skips over Felix’s cock in favor of licking across his hip bone, biting just beneath his ribs. Felix gasps. Whines and arches, lifting his hips off the couch and finally, finally, resting a hand on Kincaid’s head. He groans and bites the spot again, harder, before soothing the blooming mark with his tongue. Felix writhes underneath him, eyes fluttering shut, and mouth parted.

“Gimme a sec,” Kincaid murmurs against his skin before rocking back on his heels. Felix groans, looking down at him with the most annoyed expression Kincaid has ever seen. He laughs softly. Presses an apologetic kiss to Felix’s stomach, and takes his hair down from the messy bun it’d been in all day. “There.”

Before he can move, Felix has both hands tangled in his curls. Blunt nails scratch at his scalp, smooth against his temples. Kincaid moans. Allows himself to melt a little bit, to bask in the affection, and right when he senses Felix relax just a little, he moves in and licks a broad stripe up his cock, from the base to the tip.

“Fuck!” Felix yelps, hips stuttering up, chasing Kincaid’s mouth even as he darts away with a grin. “Cade…”

“I won’t tease, promise,” he whispers, lips so close to where Felix wants them. He grins crookedly, looking up at Felix through his eyelashes. “Much.”

“You’re the worst. Terrible. Awful.”

“Remember that when you’re fucking my face.”

[imlostinsantacarla]

Title: The Golden Serpents (Jane Volturi x Reader!Platonic)

Summary: The reader (a savage newborn) finds themselves before the Volturi in which to pay for the awful crimes they have recently committed. However, during the course of their brief trial, something ignites the darkness in them, something they desperately wish to keep at bay. The brief ordeal creates an electrifying show that wins them a high place in the Volturi... snug between two ominous cherubs for all eternity.

Word Count: 2,534

Warning’s: this is not a love story!, violence, pain, semi-manipulation?. let me know if I’ve forgotten anything.

Proof Reader: @roslaeahle​ ( literally, tysm for your help!! (: )

A haze of golden honey illuminated freely from the arched windows, high up in the throne room on a hot Italian summer’s day, and onto the empty space before the long standing kings of the vampire realm; a place designed for criminals such as yourself, destined to enunciate all of the cruel and dreadful crimes that you had committed. The most vital of all was the fact that you’d foolishly made yourself aware to the humans of Volterra with your savage newborn hunger, a dangerous testament to the knowledge your maker deigned to share before they had abandoned you during your painstaking change; leaving you at the mercy to the roaring dryness that impaled your throat every single time that the scent of luscious blood and bounding sounds of pumping hearts caught your senses.

In frequent cases, a newborn would have been extinguished without a single thought, but the stories and mental visions of your beauty and power was breathtakingly scrumptious to Aro that he simply could not risk the chance of allowing you to part with this world without witnessing it for himself first. It would be all too deviant of him and his fellow kings to allow such a vital and alluring gift to go to waste in the depths of hell, particularly so soon in the immortal life. 

So here you stood, your frame twitching with an edge to it that was impossible to curb away without any form of frequent and strict lessons dedicated towards control, and your feral gaze cast itself in swift shifts across the room, picking up the porcelain faces surrounding you, those rich ruby orbs gazing into your soul with a piercing ache that only centuries of being cooped up could and would create. You were a young deep beauty, innocent to them, yet with the power to tear them apart in an instant if it wasn’t for the largest of this unruly coven holding your arms behind you with a force that could rip them off in one sudden move. The restraining grasp caused your eyes to strike with a vivid shine, twinkling so intensely with the blood of your beloved victims, none of the three kings could find even a scratch of sympathy for what you had done in your liquid gaze.

“Demetri, Felix,” The man in the middle with skin that appeared as thin and delicate as tissue paper breathed with a higher purpose, it only left your knees buckling and your breath hitching in your strong chest. “Bring them forward to me.” His eyes locked onto yours as they pushed you forward, hands still attached to you, without a second thought. Your knees crushed the ancient stone beneath you, smashing it like soft butter. Your breath halted once more and altogether, a now meaningless exchange of oxygen and carbon dioxide, and your almond shaped eyes shut instantaneously, crinkling at the edges of what was to come.

“Now, now my dear…” He breathed, hand smoothing your frizzy yet smooth hair, though his voice was like a sociopathic angel’s, “no need to be frightened. I just want to see.” And the way he said it created an imaginary set of  goosebumps to rise onto your frozen flesh before  the tips of his fingers smoothed and skimmed over the apples of your icy cheeks, as though he were brushing away the tears that should have been there. An act of such false compassion, you wished he’d already let them kill you. But he only left you with a sense of intrusion and violation as he read your thoughts with no permission, as though you owed it to him in conjunction with your everlasting loyalty.

An eerie chime escaped his mouth as he tipped his head back and cackled. “So interesting! So powerful!” He gushed with the intensity of a child, a totally different personality from the fierce and terrifying judge he had been only two minutes prior when you had been silently begging for your life.

Your eyes snapped open with fierceness whilst a pulse of electricity flared through your veins, serpents dancing in and thawing out every frozen cell of your body, bringing you to life. He withdrew his hand with the help of a woman behind him, a shield coming up to block the physical attacks you so desperately wished to inflict on him and him alone. Your eyes began to shift from the vividly crazed crimson to a deep and golden amber, your hair wild and curly, fluttering from the way your body seemed to vibrate. With a flick of his fingers, Felix and Demetri lunged at you with such calculation you were surprised you managed to catch them the way you did, arms spread out, hands gripping nastily around their strong throats, though your strength didn’t last long; Felix was just as strong and overpowered you in mere moments, forcing you to your knees a bit further back.

A yelp of pain illuminated from your lips before your changed eyes settled on a cherub-like child with a mop of brown hair on top of his small head, but what horrified you the most was the velvety smoke of black sliding from his wrists and down onto the ground, crawling with a purpose, like a black jaguar, jaunting and calculated. You had a sense it would damage you in ways you could not possibly fathom, which frightened you the most. And as panic settled, you struggled uselessly against the two vampires restraining you until the smoke was an inch away, threatening to suck your senses into it and leave you with nothing.

The electricity burst from your being, colliding with the two vampires that restrained you and hurled them back into the wall a hundred feet behind you with such force it pulverized the stone bricks that  they’d smashed into. They dropped to the ground with a crash, two lumps of granite no longer in control of their bodies but fully aware of what was going on. You slid back with the force, attempting to distance yourself from the ominous smoke, though it did little to help as it followed you with a mind of its’ own, delirious for the fact it wanted to consume you like a mouth-watering meal.

From the sides of your torso jutted out two golden silhouettes, slithering viciously with scales so detailed they appeared to be living priceless art. Mouths became agape at the beauty they relished, the smoke halting in place for a fraction of a second. They ejected from your sides, coursing with lightning only Zeus could possess before they hurled themselves at the young boy…

In all your life as a human, you’d always buried your darkness so deeply, but in your new form all it wanted was to escape it’s repression and wreak havoc; almost a pitiful revenge against the angel-like side of you. And for most of your mortal life the good side had been winning, but you were finding in your new body that the darkness was the only way for you to prominently survive out in this harsh world full of ghouls your parents had once told your over active imagination nor to worry about. And you couldn’t even remember if you were sorry to let this dauntless part of you inflict damage onto others or not… It had been so very long since you had allowed it at center stage.

A monstrous crack erupted through the focused room and the brown haired cherub buckled to the ground with a scream you swore your heart was torn in two. This wasn’t what you wanted. This wasn’t what you needed. Death was surely better than this, wasn’t it?

A scream tore your attention from the boy, a small girl, barely thirteen and just as angel-like as the boy made eye contact with you. For a moment all you could focus on was her delicate fare features, so snow-like she appeared dead; and her hair was as white as angel feathers, it almost made you smile. But before you could react, an agonizing pain seared through you as though somebody had branded you with a glowing red hot iron rod, as though you were boiling alive. And you screamed so loudly your knees buckled beneath you and had you writhing in place, your serpents of liquid electrifying gold fell to the ground, squirming on either side of the boy, attempting to return to the vessel from whence they came from. A sob raked from you as you sucked in air. You felt as though you were drowning, so much pain erupting in your lungs you felt lightheaded.

And what felt like centuries that drew on and on were only mere seconds before Aro lifted his hands and murmured softly to the poor little girl who had tortured you. The pain halted and you laid there painting for a few moments, exhausted but taken back by the breathtaking beauty this child-like creature bestowed. You were almost glad you never got to officially come face to face with her brother’s powers.

“Enough, Jane.” The snow white haired man uttered, articulating each syllable with importance. She stopped, though would not quit staring at you with the anger and rage of a child; the dangerous look of vengeance plastered on her countenance. She was unhappy with you and a part of you wasn’t bothered by it at all, only grateful that someone had stopped you from combusting under her cruel glower of hatred.

You sat up just in time for the other guards to begin regaining feeling in their limbs, their red eyes still staring at you unblinkingly. The serpents deftly slumped towards you, wriggling up and down more like worms now as they sought out the comfort of your ice cold body, their vessel in which you carried them. A sigh of relief broke out of your slightly parted dry lips as they molded into you once more, an exhaustion taking over you whilst they settled, nestled inside of your embrace like injured children needing nurturing reassurance.

“I think we may have come to the conclusion that a gift such as yours, although we know little about it, may provide some astounding service to our coven.” Aro spoke up, legs crossed as he stared down at you with eyes that scared you; eye lit aflame as though he would personally kill you himself if he could not have you in his collection of gifted vampires. You swallowed thickly, chest rising and falling, rising and falling and repeating for several minutes.

“I would advise you to accept the offer with the utmost of gratitude.” Caius snapped immediately, a glower settling his countenance immediately, “It’s a gracious gift after you broke the most eminent law of our kind. One in which your creator should have informed you on, but I am sure we can find him or her and bring them in to punish them for the crimes they allowed you to commit.” He snarled impatiently, tightly gripping the armrests of his black elegant throne.

“I rather don’t think that’s necessary, Caius. We do not seek out punishment on those that did not do the crimes.” Aro stated matter-of-factly, leaning back in his seat as his eyes never left your frozen form. Caius went to open his mouth but with a wave of Aro’s hand Caius clamped his clamped his mouth shut with much reluctance. “I mean, after all, how could she deny such a wonderful opportunity to provide such a charitable role in our coven?” The way in which he stated this made you wonder if he really meant what he was saying.

“So, what do you say, (Y/N)? Will you join us or will you leave us?”

“I will join.” You hummed the words so softly it only sounded like a sigh to you, but was enough confirmation for Aro.

“Wonderful!” Aro clapped astoundingly, rising from his seat with an excitement that put you all the more on edge. You tilted your head to the side, wondering what on Earth had created him into being who he was now. A bewilderment shot through you, a honeysuckle glow catching your breathtaking skin and illuminating it as though you were made of tiny crystals. You hadn’t entirely figured out what you had gotten yourself into, but there was a numbing of all those that you felt ties to at one point, a sudden sense of loyalty washing over you for the three treacherous kings before you. Two of them beamed at you whilst the other scowled as though he wished he were dead.

“Welcome then!” Aro clapped enthusiastically as though it were meant to be a warm welcoming, and others joined in too, the sounds of their stone-like hands ringing in your ears.

“Master Aro!” An innocent voice like honey rolled into your ear drums as you turned to face it’s creator. The blond little girl’s eyes flickered from you to Aro and then back again.

“Yes Jane?” Aro seemed to soften his features towards the girl before him, as though she were his prized possession. You shivered at what you noticed and waited patiently for her to respond.

“Does that mean we get to keep them forever? Alec and I can play with them whenever we want?” The way she said it was a little eerie, but innocent and round as her crimson eyes.

“Yes, dear Jane. (Y/N) is now apart of our coven and here forever. You can play with them whenever you desire.” He rubbed his hands together before placing them over his mouth to suppress another giggle of terrifying joy.

“Yay!” She squealed, dragging her brown haired brother to his feet and skipping over to you with the grace of an angel. She took your hand in her small one and looked up at you. “We’re going to be best friends, you and I. But before we can get there you have to apologize to Alec for hurting him like that.” Her little bottom lip dropped down into a small pout, eyes so wide they were like two full moons. She really meant it when she said it, the sincerity was there. It was strange because only moments ago she was tearing you apart from the inside, and now she had settled on the fact of being your best friend for eternity, on the condition that you apologized to her brother.

A smile crept onto your face as though you were under a spell and your head shook from side to side in amusement as you came to your feet, hand still holding her very own with a tenderness a parent had for their child. “Only if you promise never to do what you did to me again. Then and only then will it be a done deal.” You tilt your head to the side, eyes crinkled at the corners in amusement and she gave you a determined nod that you could have believed, but you knew deep down her temper was wild, unruly because she would always have the mentality and temperament of a young girl with a cruel past created by a terrible village so terrified of her and her brother.

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[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

Evan Thompson. *Main character.

Voice claim: (Jared Padalecki) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jahvsc6Wc6s Singing voice claim: (Grand Avenue) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0SzS19bEYgQ

Partner(s): Andy (husband), Congo (husband), Daniel (husband) Akin (husband) River, Jackall and Raven. Parents: Robert Thompson.   Kids: Aishlynn, Samuel, Odette, Felix, Caspian, Annie, Violet and Liv Siblings: Alex (big brother) Rose (big Sister) Lily (big sister) River & Jackall (half brothers) Age: 39 (Year 2021) Birthday: 10th of July. Height: 186cm Body type: Muscular, but not too buff, has a small bubble butt. Eye color: Deep brown with some dark green. Human: Immortal with powers to shift into a wolf.

About: ~ Easygoing, doesn’t talk much unless he feels really close to someone, brooding at times, down to earth, considerate, romantic, very caring, calm, tolerant, warm, balanced, charming, honest, forgiving, logical, kind, loyal, fair, gentle, patient, observant, rational, open-minded and creative. ~ Used to be bass player and background singer in a world known band, but after Andy broke up the band, Evan is now lead guitar and lead singer in his own band. ~ Technically considers himself straight, but romantically gay. ~ Past relationships has always been with females, and he never until recently had sex with men he didn’t have feelings for. ~ Has permanent soft beard stubble.  ~ He never brushes his half long, dark brown hair, only combs it with his fingers. However, he spends a lot of money on fancy shampoos and oils to keep it healthy. ~ Has cut all contact with his mother, after she refused to accept him being in gay relationships. ~ Has two failed relationships in the past, one where he was cheated on, which hurt him deeply, and one where he feels they never had a chance. He still misses her from time to time. ~ Always smells like either Musk or Patchouli, sometimes with Amber tones. ~ Has a black motor bike he hardly ever drives any longer. But he still keeps it in case he gets back into the rhythm. ~ Always wears black eyeliner. ~ Has 6 tattoos... all symbolizing his partners. The first he got many years ago, when Evan proposed to Andy, he did it with a tattoo, rather than a ring. They got the word Always tattooed on their ribs, because that’s how long Evan will love Andy. He also has the word 'trust’ on his left ribs, symbolizing his 4 clover relationship with Andy, Congo and Daniel.  The rest of his tattoos includes two quotes, a wolf and a raven. ~ He has 3 body piercings, although he rarely wears jewelries in them. He has a septum piercing, and two snakebites under bottom lip. ~ He loves wearing leather harnesses and he has a beloved black beanie he wears most of the winter. ~ A picture is taking form - yes, his favorite color is black! ~ Hates violence of any kind. ~ Is an extremely trustworthy person. ~ Always has a shoulder to lean on, in case anyone needs it. ~ Is a quite protective person, who will always stand up for the people he love/care about. ~ Is a very warm person. ~ Always believes in the good in people. ~ Loves his partners, kids, his bass guitar, fixing cars, his motor bike, city life, spaghetti with tomato sauce, nature, traveling, hard Rock and heavy metal, cooking, doing romantic stuff, spoiling his partners, red wine, skinny girls wth long black hair/blue eyes/big boobs and pale skin, cuddling, holding hands, bonfire, a lit fire place, giving massages, bubble baths, leather, latex, roses, horror - especially 80′s horror, snakes, bats, gore, cuddles, dancing, moon light, starry nights, rain, snow, Halloween, his half long fuzzy hair, hugs, kissing, cozy time at home with his partners and ice cream. ~ His style is mainly heavy metal/heavy Rock band tees and shirts, mixed with jeans/leather pants and big chunky boots. ~ He’s always there for the people he loves, although he sometimes cares a little too deeply for his own good.

Evan’s tag Evan’s house/home Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One Gif to describe him:

One song to describe him: Grand Avenue - Take It As It Comes Personal play list: 1. Iron Maiden - Fear Of The Dark 2. Lacuna Coil - Delirium 3. Puscifer - The Undertaker 4. Rob Zombie - Lords Of Salem 5. Rammstein - Ich Will 6. Korn - Right Now 7. Primus - My Name Is Mud 8. Type O Negative - Wolf Moon 9. Slipknot - Duality 10. Deftones - 7 Words 11. Metallica - Enter Sandman 12. Godsmack - Come Together 13. Kyuss - Demon Cleaner 14. Motörhead - Iron Fist 15. Black Label Society - Rust 16. Disturbed - Inside The Fire 17. Soundgarden - Black Hole Sun 18. Revocation - Revocation - Invidious 19. Five Finger Death Punch - House Of The Rising Sun 20. Black Label Society - Concrete Jungle

[bae-leth]

IT DIDN'T SUBMIT ITS BEEN SITTING ON THIS EXPIRED PAGE FOR TWELVE HOURS IM GOING TO TH

woooooo sylvelix time :3 i LOVE writing fluffy things like this

rainy escapades

During winters in Faerghus, rainy days were rare.

While most found them a hassle—it made the already muddy soil even muddier, and it didn’t look as pretty as snow—Sylvain believed they were blessings straight from the goddess.

Not only did water falling from the sky give him an excuse to stay inside, it also let him remain cozily in bed until breakfast.

Even better, that meant Felix also had to stay. Since his beloved training grounds were ruined, he couldn’t leave at dawn like he always did to practice his swordsmanship.

Sylvain woke to the gentle pattering of rain on the roof, and he grinned to himself as he stretched in his warm covers. Despite the chill of the wintry air, he didn’t feel very cold. He couldn’t feel cold, not with two cozy blankets draped over him. One of these blankets was Felix, who was positively unconscious as he lay asleep on Sylvain’s chest.

Felix didn’t snore. He didn’t move much when he slept, either. As Professor Hanneman had once told them, “opposites attract;” if Felix hadn’t been lying on top of him, Sylvain would probably be underneath the bed when he woke up, somehow. He tossed and turned like half a worm.

This, of course, was not the only matter that made Felix and Sylvain polar opposites. Sylvain loved to flirt, even with Felix on his arm—his partner, however, kept only to himself, if he did not keep to Sylvain. Felix also didn’t like getting cuddly in public, which was one of Sylvain’s favorite pastimes.

Today, there was no going into public, at least while it was raining so heavily. The nearby village Sylvain had often cantered off to in pursuit of ladies was many a mile away. Sylvain slipped his arms under Felix’s and hugged him absentmindedly, closing his eyes.

Then, his head was knocked upwards and the bridge of his nose hit the headboard as Felix jerked awake, the top of his head having just collided with Sylvain’s chin.

“Ow!” Sylvain cried, clutching his nose, and Felix looked around, dazed. He was also a light sleeper, unlike Sylvain, so his partner’s embrace must have shocked him awake.

“Huh…? What...Sylvain! What happened?”

“You nearly sent me to the healers’ tent is what happened,” Sylvain grumbled, and he squinted through heavy eyelids to see Felix rubbing his amber eyes as he sat up, his sleepwear loose on his lithe frame. Sylvain couldn’t look at him without proper clothing for too long, or else he would start to feel silly.

Felix’s tired gaze landed on Sylvain’s face, and he gasped and whispered, “What did I do?” 

“I hugged you, and then you decided to break my nose,” Sylvain replied through his palm. His nose was fine, but Felix didn’t know that.

Felix’s eyes widened with horror, and he slipped his fingers between Sylvain’s, pulling his hand away. “Oh, curse me…!”

Sylvain knew that whenever Felix said this, it meant he was immediately blaming himself for something that had happened.

“Okay, you didn’t actually break it,” Sylvain told him quickly, shaking his head. “I was just messing around. But it did hurt. Not that that matters.”

Felix sat up, and his concerned expression turned into an annoyed glare.

“Don’t pull that stuff with me this early in the morning,” he muttered.

“I can’t breathe!” spluttered Sylvain.

“What did I just say?”

“You’re sitting on top of me!” Felix flinched and scrambled off of Sylvain’s chest, and he hid his face in humiliation as his partner coughed and gasped, catching his breath.

Sylvain sat up a little when his lungs were once again functioning as they should, his back leaning against his pillows, and he saw Felix turn to look out the window. The dark-haired young man cursed when he saw it was pouring.

When he was nervous, Felix went to the training grounds. Now, he had nowhere to go. Though, the way Sylvain saw it, he didn’t have a reason to be nervous, either. It was simply an accident, and those happened every day.

Felix blamed himself for small things, when there were no big things to blame himself for. Thus, reassurance was something he desired often.

“It’s pouring out,” Felix murmured, half to himself. From the way he sat half-facing the window, Sylvain only had a limited view of him; but this was enough. The sleek navy hair that fell to Felix’s shoulders shone in the dim morning light, like a sheet of dark steel, and his lustrous amber eyes glistened like troubled suns. He was too beautiful.

“Yep, and that means you’re stuck here with me!” Sylvain wrapped his arms around Felix’s waist and pulled his partner against him, and Felix gasped and tried to wriggle away before falling prey to Sylvain’s affectionate kisses.

Before long, Felix relented, and Sylvain laughed and smiled into his lips, letting his fingers run through his partner’s dark hair. When they parted, Felix was blushing, and failing to suppress his own smile.

“I love you,” Sylvain told him softly, and Felix tried to look indifferent. But his flushed cheeks were giving him away, and he pulled the collar of his shirt over his face to save what was left of his dignity. Sylvain snickered and kissed the top of his head.

“Want to stay in bed with me until breakfast?”

Felix, thoroughly embarrassed, nodded. Sylvain tucked himself back into the blankets, watching his partner with interest and affection.

“Stop looking at me!” Felix protested, and Sylvain grinned again before leaping at his partner like a spring loaded trap. Felix gave an uncharacteristic yelp and tumbled into the blankets in Sylvain’s arms, unable to break free.

Felix was faster, and Sylvain was stronger. But today, in their cozy heap of blankets and pillows, Felix lost the ensuing wrestling match. 

Sylvain stared at the ceiling as he lay on his back, with Felix wrapped up helplessly in his arms like a fly in spider’s silk.

“You know, if you won’t cooperate, I’m going to have to punish you.”

Felix lifted his head, resting his chin on Sylvain’s collarbone. “How so?”

“I’m going to breakfast without you.”

Felix gasped dramatically. “Oh, woe is me! To think! My lover hath abandoned me for a boiled egg!” Sylvain burst out laughing.

“I’m your lover? I’m honored.”

“Do you prefer ‘candy-sweet?’”

Sylvain blinked in surprise; Felix never liked pet names. “Oh, totally.”

Felix replied, “That’s too bad.”

Sylvain frowned, and Felix stretched his neck and pecked his partner’s cheek. “I might call you that someday. But not right now, because you’re suffocating me.”

“Oh.” Sylvain let go, and Felix sat up, rubbing his sternum with the heel of his palm. “Uh...sorry.”

Felix stretched, his arms over his head as he yawned. The hem of his shirt lifted over his navel when he did this, and Sylvain looked pointedly away, blushing. He winced when he heard a plop, which had came from Felix leaning slowly backwards and falling against his pillow, his legs flung into the air for an instant before landing back in the blankets.

Sylvain crossed his legs when he sat upright, and Felix was staring at the ceiling with his hands folded over his middle. Smiling, his partner crawled over to him and lay down at his side, letting his cheek brush against Felix’s.

“When is breakfast?” Felix asked after a while. Sylvain wrinkled his nose as he thought. The sun was rising now in the gray sky, and the incessant downpour outside had become a soft drizzle. This meant that they couldn’t stay here forever.

Sylvain’s heart sank. He wanted to lay in bed with Felix beside him for the rest of his life. But they both had duties, duties that could not be ignored—at least, not forever.

“Well, breakfast is now,” the ruddy-haired young man replied, to Felix’s horror, “but I’m sure we can stay here a little longer.”

Felix nodded without a word, and Sylvain felt his partner’s little finger twine around his own. When Sylvain looked, Felix was blushing faintly.

Sylvain couldn’t wipe his smile off his face, even when Felix told him to.

  ((hehehghgh i love their dynamic))

SORRY FOR THE WAIT IF YOU WAITED

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notes from bae: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS IS SO SWEEEEEEET

[i-gravitate-to-day6]

I was tagged by my beloved friend @soft-boy-jae (!!) to post a pic of my bias from each of my favorite groups~

I like this one, it's straightforward! Aight!

Day6 - Young k | Stray Kids - Felix | VAV - Ayno | N.Flying - Hun | TxT - Yeonjun | I.O.I (I don't actually Stan as a group but I adore her) - Chungha | SHINee - Minho | F(x) - Amber | BTS - Seokjin

I don't think I have a type, it's a mess :')

Bonus (photo limit, weren't added): Blackpink - Lisa | Twice - Mina | Onewe - Cya

@seunghyubswife @erfanic @rescuememp3 @moonpils @sweetchaos-yk @my-day6

You don't have to, especially if you did it already, but you could~

[midsvmmars]

 CHARACTER NAME MASTERLISTS

under the cut are name ideas for your characters (with meaning) if you're struggling to find one that fits! there is a mixture of generic and odd names, but overall underused in the rpc! they will be seperated into female, male, and unisex!! i hope this helps, and if you need anymore name ideas don’t be afraid to send me a message for some more! i might make a part two if i find or remember more names that weren’t here!!

female:

joanna/johanna/joanne - gift from god

roxanne - dawn of the day

claudia - lame

suzanne - lily

nancy - grace

audrey - noble and strong

calliope - beautiful voice

paulette - small and humble

kiana - ancient

lorelai - to watch a cliff/ambush cliff

effy - well spoken

renata - born again

darby - free from envy

darcy - dark

greta - pearl

mellie - brave strength

veena - musical

brandy - flaming torch

shannon - wise river

sionna - possessor of wisdom

daisy - day’s eye

lara - famous, protection, and cheerful

margot - pearl

lynette - bird

alice - noble

edie - prosperous in war

rosemary - dew of the sea, bitter rose

nicolette - people of victory

lana - harmony

siobhan - the lord is gracious

helen - bright, shining light

helena - bright, shining light

yelena - shining one

natalia - birthday of the lord

enya - fire

anya - grace

samantha - told by god

felicity - good fortune

ramona - wise protector

matilda - battle mighty

bronwyn - white breast

laura - bay laural

blanche - white

cassandra - prophetess

bonnie - beautiful, cheerful

nadia - hope

colette - people of victory

alyssa - noble

sabrina - river severn

beverly - dweller near the beaver stream

heather - a flowering evergreen plant

elodie - foreign riches

melody - song

posy/posey - a bunch of flowers

zelda - dark battle

libby - pledged to god

luna - moon

adina - slender, delicate

rhiannon - divine queen

dolores - lady of sorrows

dorothy - gift of god

agatha - good woman

hannah - grace

cher - beloved

alicia - noble

mina - protector

vanessa - literary invention, butterfly

marcella - warlike

marisa - of the sea

nora - light

janine - god is gracious

valentina - strength, health

valencia - brave, strong

ada - noble

jasmine - flower

magdalena - of magdala

gwendolyn - white ring

sophie/sophia/sofia - wisdom

letitia - joy, gladness

nicole - people of victory

naomi - pleasantness

hilda - battle woman

katerina - pure

audra - noble strength

wendy - friend

viola - violet

tilly - battle mighty

bernadette - brave as a bear

birdie - bird

mara - bitter

imogen - maiden

eloise - healthy, wide

amaya - night rain

amara - grace, bitter

mya/maya - water

diana - divine

anastasia - resurrection

genevieve - woman of the race

angelica - angelic

celine - heavenly

chrissa - follower of christ

myrtle - a flowering shrub

odessa - wrathful

beatrice/beatrix - she who brings happiness

winifred - blessed peacemaking

marnie - rejoice

velma - resolute protection

eleanor - light

elizabeth - pledged to god

ophelia/ofelia - help

gemma - precious stone

greta - pearl

christine - anointed

daphne - laurel or bay tree

juliette - youthful

amber - jewel

dinah - god will judge

danika - morning star

esther - star

marisol - mary of sun or solitude

mariella - bitter or wished for child

mariel - bitter

muriel - of the bright sea

phoebe - radiant, shining one

winona - firstborn daughter

olivia - olive tree

jessica - rich

yvonne - yew wood

camila - young ceremonial attendant 

marcia - warlike

carrie/kerry - free man

victoria - victory

chloe - blooming, fertility

sabine - woman of the people

veronica - she who brings victory, true image

rachel - beautiful in form and countenance

wilhelmina - resolute protection

odeya - i will thank god

tabitha - gazelle

lacy - belonging to lace

willow - willow tree

charisma - charismatic

sarah - princess

sally - princess

cordelia - heart, daughter of the sea

jade - stone of the side

violet - purple

isadora - gift of isis

barbara - foreign woman

moxie - know how

brittany - from briton

dionne - divine

sonia/sonya - wisdom

sibyl - seer, oracle

mallory - unfortunate

male:

warren - park keeper

fitzgerald - son of gerald

fitzwilliam - son of william

tiago - saint james

gideon - hewer

clinton/clint - hilltop town

diego - supplanter

simon - the listener

charles - free man

zachary - the lord has remembered 

edward - wealthy guardian

trevor - from the large village

gregory - vigilant, a watchman

gerald - ruler with the spear

holden - hollow valley

richard - dominant ruler

ronan - little seal

roman - of rome

frank - free man

peter - rock

stanley - near the stony clearing

sebastian - revered

fletcher - arrow maker

steve - garland, crown

jimmy - supplanter

dewey - beloved

james - supplanter

michael - who is like god?

garfield - triangle field

ethan - strong, firm

clive - lives near a cliff

owen - young warrior

jackson - son of jack

christopher - bearer of christ

ernest - serious or resolute

jeffrey - pledge of peace

dean - church official

leonard - brave lion

romeo - pilgrim to rome

duncan - dark warrior

trent - the flooder

malcom - malevolent, devotee of saint columba

roy - red haired

ross - upland, peninsula 

bernard - strong, brave as a bear

jared -  he descends

enrique - estate ruler

axel - father of peace

zayn/zane - god is gracious

xavier - new house or bright

zander - defending men

vincent - conquering

duke - nobility

bo/beau - handsome

william - resolute protection

finn/finnegan - fair

clyde - river

hunter - one who hunts

benjamin - benevolent, son of the right hand

garrett - spear strength

hugo - mind, intellect

oscar - god spear, deer lover, champion warrior

dante - enduring

enzo - estate ruler

mateo - gift of god

wyatt - brave in war

seth - appointed, placed

jay - jaybird

carlos - freeman

logan - small hollow

ace - one, unity

henry - estate ruler

eric/erik - eternal ruler

timothy - honoring god

kent - edge

frederick - peaceful ruler

nicholas - people of victory

anthony - priceless one

asher - fortunate, blessed

dimitri - follower of demeter

sean/shawn - god is gracious

gabriel/gabe - god is my strength

timothy - honoring god

colin - pup

jameson - son of james

conrad - brave counsel

alexander/xander - defending men

harvey - battle worthy

oliver - olive tree

lance - servant

rupert - bright fame

johnathan - gift of jehovah

robert - bright fame

dustin brave warrior, thor’s stone

alberto - noble, bright

nolan - champion

marcus - warlike

elias - yahweh is god

fernald - from the fern slope

klaus - people of victory

jaques - supplanter

bertrand - magnificent crow

atticus - from attica

cole - swarthy, coal black

darian - kingly or possess well

andrew - strong and manly

joshua - the lord is my salvation

joss - the merry one

albert - noble, bright

felix - happy, fortunate

andre - man

maxwell - great stream

maximillian - greatest

willard - resolutely brave

raphael - god has healed

marius - god of war

scott - from scotland

kane - warrior

homer - security, pledge

caleb - devotion to god

alfred/alfie - wise counselor

randy - shield wolf

conner/connor - lover of hounds

unisex:

ashley - lives in the ash tree grove/meadow of ash tree’s

jordan - flowing down

rowan - little redhead

aspen - quiver in the lightest breeze

sutton - from the southern homestead

dylan - child of the sea

shaw - lives by the thicket

cody/kody - helpful, pillow

dakota/decota - friendly one

riley - courageous

reese - ardent, fiery

kendall - valley of the river kent

peyton/payton - fighting mans estate

taylor - tailor

blake - fair haired, dark

arden - valley of the eagle

rory - red king

mica/micah - who is like the lord

wren - spear

spencer - keeper of provisions

maddox - fortunate

lennox - elm grove

casper/kasper - treasurer

quinn - wisdom

casey - brave in battle

andy/andi - strong

drew - strong

jamie - supplanter

cameron - crooked nose

kolbey/colby/etc - from a coal town

regan - little king

aaron/erin - enlightened

max - greatest

gale/gail - my father rejoices

ty/tai - great extreme

kit - pure

morgan - sea born

renee - reborn

joey - jehovah increases

sloane - raider

andrea - strong

brooke - small stream

rooney - descendant of the champion

jackie - supplanter

shelby - estate on the ledge

harper - harp player

allison - noble

sandy - defending men

gal - wave

eman - belief, faith

miles - soldier, merciful

dashiell/dash - unknown

cooper - barrel maker

dale - valley

howard - high guardian or brave heart 

tyler - maker of tiles

mason/maysenne - stoneworker

rudy - famous wolf

ryan - little king

dorian - child of the sea

shane - gift from god

drew - descendant of the druid

[royallyanxious]

Fingerprints. Chapter 4 (The End)

Ship: Prinxiety

Word Count: 3400ish

Trigger warnings (read triggers goddamnit):  mentions of abusive, toxic relationship, implications of rape, mentions of sexual assult

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Roman looked at himself in the mirror, scanning every inch of his body and either smiling with love or frowning in disgust. Firstly, he affectively caressed the fingerprints around his wrist. The ones that he loved more than anything else in himself, the ones that he had to hide from the person who made them, so carelessly. Then, with the unmarked hand, he scratched marks on his hips. Despite being much fainter than few years ago, they remained same radiant to Roman. Every day, every morning and evening he checked if they were still there. He impatiently was waiting for the day when he would wake up and see that they are gone. They still reminded him more of bruises than blessed soulmate marks.

Sighing, Roman slipped into his pajama, making sure that the sleeves tug his wrists tightly and once again looked at his reflection in the mirror. He felt stupid for caring so much but he couldn’t help it. He would disrespect fingerprints Virgil unknowingly gave him, if he wouldn’t try to look at least decent. His brows furrowed under his own critical gaze. His skin was fairly clear, hair, that now was dangling loosely around his slim shoulders reminded stylishly of a bird’s nest. He always wanted to grow his hair a little bit longer but never dared to try while living with Felix. Roman shook his head and gently pinched his cheeks, trying to add some natural, healthy color to his skin tone.

It was one of these warm evenings that Roman grew to fell in love it. On evenings like this, Virgil and him usually sat outside the house and admired the garden coated with the silver shade of the moon and the dark wall of trees behind the fence. At the beginning the sight of black, irreconcilable forest in the night used to make Roman uneasy and revealed but the more time he spent in Virgil’s little house in the middle of nowhere, the better he understood how to appreciate the great mystery of nature living around them.

Drawing the fresh scent of pine needles into his lungs, Roman walked outside the house. As expected, Virgil was already sitting on the garden sofa, the newest purchase Roman himself insisted on. Turned out it was so comfortable that it made them spend even more time outside and, though it was not Roman’s primary intention, he had to admit that he highly cherished that perk. Virgil had his legs crossed, blanket carelessly wrapped around his shoulders. His skin seemed to reflect the white light of the moon, making it shine like it was made out of thousands of diamonds.

Roman stopped for a second to admire the view he was given.

He wished that his life had always looked like that. But there’s no calm without a storm. He regretted what he had with Felix, he regretted every minute of that suffocating, toxic relationship, but at the same time he knew that it was this hardship that eventually made him meet Virgil. And he strongly believed that it was the best event of his life.

Stroked with a blow of wind, forest rustled around them, breaking the spell of silence. Virgil’s attentive, dark eyes travelled to Roman, sending a shiver down his spine.

“What are you waiting for? Sit down.” Virgil said. He patted the place next to him and moved a little bit to the side, leaving more space for Roman.

Encouraged with the gesture, Roman flopped on the couch, loudly breathing out the air and stretching out his limbs. He wanted to move closer, to feel Virgil’s warmth beside him but he fought off that urge.

“What a lovely evening.” Roman whispered, looking at the stars above them. He knew that it was cliche but under all these crumbled layers of shattered psychic, broken dreams and long-forgotten hopes, there was still a romantic, that once looked for his soulmate so eagerly. His heart was aching in attempt of reaching for the man sitting next to him. The fanciful whispers were singing soft ballands in his head. Roman bit his lips, trying to stop himself from smiling. He could see it through the eyes of his loving, dreamy soul- it was a perfect night for love-sick confessions.

“Indeed.” agreed Virgil, pulling Roman out of his fantasies.

No, there was no perfect time for that. Where Virgil and him were right now, had to be enough. It was enough. He had already tasted more happiness than he did with Felix. Roman didn’t dare to ask for more.

They were sitting for a while saying no words, breathing and thinking with sweet feelings only. Tangled into subtle game initiated by the wind, moon disappeared behind the clouds. Its cold, but pleasant white light yield from the sky, letting stars have their moment to shine. They were winking at each other from the bare, navy patches of the sky. Each of them held stories of life and death, but had no one to tell them to. The play of thousand actors, the prophecy of million fortune tellers. Roman, with his eyes wide opened, marveled at the performance spreading above his head. He recalled reading somewhere that one could never comprehend the beauty of the firmament before watching it with their beloved one. With that thought in his heart, he glanced at Virgil. Their eyes met in a longing stare and Roman suddenly saw the galaxies that he was vainly looking for at the sky. Moon peeked behind the cloud. The world came back to its usual rhythm.

“I thought I would never find a person that would like to sit in the eternal darkness with me.” Virgil chuckled softly “Most of people I know find it creepy.”

“It’s not scary at all if the company is nice.” smiled Roman softly.

“Well, most people I know don’t find my companion nice either.” Virgil laughed.

Roman gulped, forcing the words through his throat.

“Well, how about your soulmate? Didn’t you think about sitting with her like that after you met her? I bet that she would appreciate being here with you...” he curled his legs up to his chest and rested head on the knees, tilting it so he could have a good view at Virgil.

“Chelsea?” asked Virgil, more himself than Roman. He rarely talked about her, mentioning her name only once or twice when Roman had directly asked about that “She was… Actually, I didn’t get to meet her well. Who knows maybe we wouldn’t click.” he hummed to himself.

“But she was your soulmate!” squeaked Roman, almost offended.

“Sometimes soulmates clearly aren’t a good match.” Virgil answered, his voice vicious and poisonous, glancing at Roman. Some wild animal squeaked in the bushes, surprised with the aggressive response. Virgil clenched his teeth, fingers gripping on the blanket as though he wanted to tear it apart. “Sorry I shouldn’t have said that.” he apologized after a moment, shaking his head.

“No, no... It’s fine now.” smiled Roman reassuringly. “You’re right anyway, Felix and I were… Well, let’s just say that it seems that sometimes fate makes mistakes.”

“It wasn’t a mere mistake, it was a massive pile of shit that was thrown at completely innocent person!” exclaimed Virgil passionately. Roman had rarely seen him so fired up, but it took only few seconds before he regained his usual peacefulness by taking few deep breaths. Roman with curiosity watched Virgil’s chest synchronize with the sound of silence. Safe, secure and steady. “You see, Ro, it’s easy for me to say things like that because… Before meeting Chelsea I didn’t believe in soulmates. I mean, I knew that they existed of course but the whole idea... It just seemed… naive and stupid to me.” he sighed eventually.

“How about now?” asked Roman, staring at Virgil intensively. Their eyes met again, obsidian and amber, but the other man quickly turned his gaze back at the forest.

“Now, it’s different.” he whispered, voice quiet and low as if he was exposing one of the secrets of the universe.

Roman wanted to ask what was different but swallowed this question quickly.

Cicadas were singing in the distance. The noise they made was soothing nerves of both of the men. Coming from the south wind brought a smell of grass and wild berries. Roman inhaled the scent deeply. He wished he could stop the world and live in this moment forever. He needed time to remember every detail, from the stars on the sky, through the shape of the clouds, to sound of the wind in his hair. He wanted to secure this pure feeling in his heart and never lose it. Not again. It was too precious to let it slip into the past. Virgil pulled down the sleeves of his shirt, making small, black cat-paws. Time moved on, not waiting for Roman.

“Hey, Virge?” asked Roman quietly, slightly dazed with the atmosphere of the night.

“Mhm…?” humed Virgil absently.

Putting his feet back on the cold ground, Roman sighed heavily. He could drop the conversation here and now and he knew that Virgil wouldn’t mind. But how could he do that if everything around him was telling him to latch on to the feeling in his chest. It was warm, summer night. A midsummer’s night dream. He could hear the fairies dancing in the distance, their melodic laughter was echoing in the forest. Roman looked up in the sky. The moon was full this night. It felt as though it was sending the lost time back on the earth. Seconds, minutes, hours... If Roman caught them, could he live forever? Something cut the sky in the half and for a split of a second he thought that everything behind the firmament would spill at earth. But it didn’t. It wasn’t even a star. Just a glow-warm. Roman opened his mouth in awe and the moonlight slipped down his throat, tickling his vocal cords. He could ask now. Fairies stopped singing.

“Remember when I told you…I mean… when we talked about Felix doing drugs… Few months ago...?” he asked finally in a hushed voice, shifting uncomfortably. Virgil turned to face him and Roman bit his lips.

“I do, but we don’t have to talk about it.” he assured, putting his hand on Roman’s knee, making him shiver “Like, we don’t have to mention him ever again.”

“No, it’s not that.” Roman shook his head “I want to…” he huffed out his breath, hesitation lingering his words thickly. Virgil lightly squished his knee, trying to boost his confidence. Roman smiled weakly. He wanted Virgil to know the truth. “Umm… Have you ever seen my marks, Virge?”

Virgil shook his head. He had to admit that he had been wondering where were Roman’s tattoos for a while now. The man wasn’t the first one to reveal his body but still, Virgil thought, he should have had caught a glimpse of these fingerprints at some point, right? He even had a theory that maybe actually Felix wasn’t his soulmate- that in reality it was Virgil himself. He knew that it was wishful thinking but he couldn’t help himself especially on evenings like today when Roman tried so hard to open himself on the world. Eventually, to Virgil’s utter surprise, Roman got up, shaking a little bit.

“Don’t get freaked out.” he whispered before gently pulling up his shirt, revealing pale hip bones.

Virgil gasped loudly, putting a hand over his mouth.

The green, faint marks on Roman’s hips seemed to radiate under the moonlight, decorating the skin with ten, dark tattoos shaped into fingerprints. Roman turned around, making sure that Virgil had seen them from each side before pulling the shirt down.

“I… I don’t know what to say.” stuttered Virgil as Roman sat back next to him.

“You don't have to say anything. It’s not that every day you meet a person, whose first contact with their soulmate was a sexual assault.” he said, trying to hide the trembling in his voice.

“I’m sorry.” Virgil whispered finally and before Roman knew what was going on he was pulled into a tight hug. The heart in his chest was hammering and he was pretty sure that Virgil could feel that but he couldn't care less. A little bit unsure if he wouldn’t be pushed away, Roman hesitantly wrapped his arms around Virgil’s waist. It was different than any other hug Roman had shared with Felix, if any of those even could be called a hug. Virgil was warm under his touch, uneven breath tickling Roman’s neck, hands holding him protectively. It felt… it felt nice.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, it’s not your fault.” murmured Roman after a while, hum vibrating through Virgil’s body.

“You’re my… I mean…” Virgil sighed “I’m your friend, I wish I could be there for you.” He said, pang of pain stinging his heart.

Roman’s heart skipped a beat once again. Yes, friend. They were friends, that’s for sure. And he knew that he was a foolish dreamer to hope for more but... friends should be honest with themselves, shouldn’t they? Roman could feel how exposed his wrists were behind Virgil’s back. If he could only see them, if only it was so easy, if only Felix was never there… Roman pressed himself even more to Virgil, one more time before reluctantly moving away. The sleeves of his shirt covered his wrists again. He was breathless, thinking about what he was about to do. He was afraid for the first time in a months. Afraid of rejection and overwhelmed with truth growing in and on him for months now.

“When I first saw them… Felix’s soulmarks...” Roman started again “I thought that they were bruises. Even though the lines were clear, I still wanted to believe that these were actual bruises. And I waited for them to fade away for days, weeks and months. They never did.” he uncovered his right hip bone a little bit, three fingerprints peeking beneath the shirt. The adrenaline was rushing through his veins. Roman knew that they were fainter now, he knew exactly when and why they started fading but he didn’t know if Virgil was going to believe him. Roman was more than sure that his confession may sound like a whining of hurt, broken soul but he had to give it a chance. The fingerprints around his wrist were pulsating, pouring more and more hope into his heart. Roman gulped “Until few months ago.” he looked straight into Virgil’s eyes “They started fading few months ago.”

“Few months ago…” repeated Virgil after him, his eyes empty “Do you know why? Why did they start fading?” Virgil asked and Roman didn’t know if the shaking of his voice was just an illusion or happened in reality.

“I suspect…” Roman whispered.

“You do?” Virgil’s voice was equally quiet, almost muffled.

Roman nodded, not trusting his own vocal cords and slowly rolled up the sleeve of his shirt revealing five clear, purple tattooed fingerprints. The air and fear of disappointment felt cold on his skin. Virgil carefully, as if Roman was made out of glass, took the hand and moved it closer to his eyes. Roman’s breath hitched.

I was wrong. Echoed in Roman’s head like a mantra. I’m the only one.

Finally, Virgil shifted his fingers, trying to touch the wrist in the same way he held it when his fingerprints printed into Roman’s skin. They matched perfectly and pleasant, warm shiver ran down Roman’s spine.

“They match.” Virgil declared, staring at the tattoos, as though he didn’t want to lose them out of his sight. “These are my fingerprints.” he said slowly “On your skin.” he added, blinking rapidly.

His touch was gentle and caring and Roman wanted nothing more than to move closer, especially now that he felt as if he was losing ground under his feet. But as much as he craved that, he much more cared about what Virgil thought about it. Roman knew that he shouldn’t had given himself hope, and yet the reaction hurt him. It was only him. So be it. Roman was determined not to show the tears and disappointment. Not here and not now. He was an idiot to believe in the second chance to begin with. Seeing how desperate and ungrateful he was, fate must had decided to make him even more miserable. Roman closed his eyes tightly. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. As long as he could stay by Virgil’s side, everything was going to be alright.

“Look, don’t mind it. It shouldn’t happen at the first place” Roman said finally, opening his eyes and taking his hand back, to cuddle it to his chest “I get that you… don’t have it…” his voice was starting to break. He lightly poked his wrist. “It’s not even your choice, I-” Once again he was cut in the middle of sentence. Virgil’s finger on his lips, pressing lightly, dark eyes glaring into Roman’s golden ones. He couldn’t make himself look away. The thread between them was already tied.

With the other hand Virgil brushed the hair behind his ear and rubbed the place beneath it showing first little mark. And then another and another. All of them were delicate, merely tattoos, but there was no doubt in what they were.

“Oh.” escaped Roman’s parted lips. “M-may I?” he asked and, receiving a nod, carefully touched the fingerprints. Virgil shivered under his touch, causing Roman to move his hand away quickly. The marks were in the shade of dark burgundy, similar to those Felix had on his collarbones.

“The marks that Chelsea left started fading few months ago. That’s why I started wearing only long-sleeved shirts.” explained Virgil, staring at his hands. The blush that flushed his face was visible even under that moonlight, perfectly matching the tattoo behind his ear. “I was afraid that it would freak you out. As soon as they appeared…” He touched the place behind his ear. “I knew who made them, even if it wasn’t our first touch.”

“Yeah, I guess that not many people play with your hair like that.” chuckled Roman.

“They’re usually intimidated with my hissing.” laughed Virgil in reply, glancing at Roman. “So… I guess we are soulmates. Somehow.”

There were no words that could describe how soft these words felt finally being spoken out loud. A single shooting star crossed the night sky but neither of them noticed.

“Somehow.” echoed Roman. The news, still fresh, was sinking into his mind. He had another soulmate. The man he dreamt of. The soul that wasn’t meant for him at first but yet here they were. Roman looked at Virgil sitting in front of him. Stress and uncertainty were well-visible on his face and in his eyes.

“Oh! I-I mean… We can totally stay platonic! Or we can absolutely ignore that! I don’t really mind it the way it is! It was... general note…” Virgil reassured frantically, waving his hand off. There was a beat of silence before Roman wrapped his arms around his neck, bringing Virgil closer, almost sitting on his lap, breathing in his smell, enjoying his warmth against the chest.

“We can…” he started carefully, trying not too sound to excited. His breath tickled Virgil’s ear. The one that was partly hiding Roman’s fingerprints. “Or we can give it a try and…”

“I don’t want to hurt you. You don’t deserve another shitty soulmate.” mumbled Virgil, against his neck.

Roman moved away and firmly grabbed Virgil’s chin with his hand.

“You’re nothing like Felix. I know you won’t hurt me. You are… a gift from heavens, an answer to all my prayers, a person that I dreamed of and-”

Before he had a chance to finish, Virgil’s lips covered his own and he couldn’t do nothing more than pour the rest of his speech into the kiss. It was warm, gentle and made Roman’s stomach spin in the way, it never did. Neither with Felix, nor with anyone else. His fingers tangled into Virgil’s dark, silky hair, bringing the male closer.

And suddenly Roman felt the touch on his hips. Cold hands slipping under his shirt, caressing his bare hip bones, the part of body that he hated the most about himself. The touch was careful, delicate like butterflies wings. Loving. It didn’t feel wrong for the first time in his life. Roman smiled into the kiss.

So what if they weren’t soulmates chosen by fate?

They were soulmates chosen by love.

The end.

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My 2021 Reads

I haven't done anything like this before, but considering that I did quite a bit of reading this year (more than just re-reads, like I usually do), I figured I should do a recap of everything I read and give each book a mini review.

January

Loki: Where Mischief Lies, Mackenzi Lee

4/5. I love Loki, but he did my boy Theo dirty and I have to take a point off him for that.

February

Unbirthday, Liz Braswell

3/5. This book got better towards the end, but I felt like I had to drag myself through the first 20 or so chapters.

His Dark Materials Trilogy, Philip Pullman

3/5. Again, I felt like I had to drag myself through most of it, and The Amber Spyglass was a bit of a let down. The Subtle Knife was my fave.

Little Manfred, Michael Morpurgo

5/5. A re-read, but damn, if Michael Morpurgo doesn't warm my heart ❤

March - April

Wayward Son, Rainbow Rowell

5/5. Re-read ahead of the release of Any Way The Wind Blows. The angst. The drama. I love it.

Autoboyography, Christina Lauren

4/5. I originally gave this a 3 because of the homophobia, but I re-read it again recently and decided to mark it up because while yes, the homophobia hurts, it's necessary to the story, and what a great story it is.

Good Omens, Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman

5/5. It is ineffable how much I loved this book.

May

Here The Whole Time, Vitor Martins

5/5. SO. CUTE.

June

We Were Liars, E. Lockhart

4/5. This book blew my mind. I only marked it down because the writing style had me zoning out at times.

These Witches Don't Burn/This Coven Won't Break, Isabel Sterling

3/5. I didn't HATE these books, I thought the plot was very interesting, but the romance felt a little bit forced for me.

July

Any Way The Wind Blows, Rainbow Rowell

3/5. As the third and final book, the conclusion, I was a little disappointed. At least Baz finally got his erotic gropefest, and Shepard, my beloved, you're doing great, sweetie 😚😂

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, Benjamin Alire Sáenz

4/5. This book was hecking beautiful.

Red, White and Royal Blue, Casey McQuiston

4/5. Re-read. Henry is my spirit animal (same birthday, Pisces gang, useless, gay, and Britsih 🤣). Marked down coz American politics make brain go 😴

They Both Die At The End, Adam Silvera

5/5. *ugly sobbing*

Cinderella Is Dead, Kalynn Bayron

4/5. I love a re-telling, but much like Isabel Sterling's books, the romance felt a bit rushed for my liking.

August - September

Go The Distance, Jen Calonita

4/5. Disney flavoured Hades/Persephone baBEY. Also, Meg getting some god(dess)ly appreciation 👌

The Book of Dust: The Secret Commonwealth, Philip Pullman

3/5. Honestly, I just have a love/hate relationship with Philip Pullman's books.

October

A Thousand Splendid Suns, Khalid Hosseini

5/5. I cried.

And The Mountains Echoed, Khalid Hosseini

5/5. I cried again.

November

Felix Ever After, Kacen Callender

4/5. I loved this book, but it caused me second hand stress 😂. I know that isn't the book's fault, or the author's, but as someone who has been re-evaluating their gender identity, this book just hit too close to home, so I marked it down. One existential crisis at a time, please 🤣

The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller

3/5. I may get hate for this, because I know how beloved this book is to so many people, but... I thought it was overrated and underwhelming. Dare I even say... boring... I'm sorry.

The House In The Cerulean Sea, T.J. Klune

5/5. Sometimes a family is a birb man, an angry sprite, a homicidal gnome, a wyvern who loves buttons, an angry sprite (lite), an introverted pomeranian, a... whatever Chauncey is, the literal antichrist and their caseworker. (This book was unbearably, tooth-rottingly sweet and fluffy 😍)

Afterlove, Tanya Byrne

3/5. If I had to describe this book, I'd say it's almost like a wlw of They Both Die At The End, except not as depressing. I only gave this a 3 because I wasn't very invested, I didn't particularly fall in love with any of the characters, and while the plot itself is intriguing, finishing this book didn't really make me sad or give me a book hangover.

One Last Stop, Casey McQuiston

4/5. Yes. Amazing. Thanks, Casey.

December

Wranglestone, Darren Charlton

4/5. This book gave me Gravity Falls vibes (the Society of the Blind Eye episode in particular). The romance was super cute, and it was a great book to read to get me in the wintery mood. My only downside: more zombies. You can never have too many zombies 🤣

Heartstopper, Alice Oseman

5/5. CUUUUUTTTEE. I can't wait for the Netflix show.

Under The Whispering Door, TJ Klune

5/5.

Me at the start of the book: haha, funny ghost shenanigans

Me in the middle of the book: oh... oh

Me at the end of the book: *curled in a ball, ugly crying*

This book, man. It's all fun and games, then the depression hits, and it does not stop throwing punches 😭😭😭🤣🤣 I loved it.

All I've learned from this post is that the angstier the book, the more I enjoy it 🤣 (the odd exceptions, of course.)

2022 TBR

Aristotle and Dante Dive into the Waters of the World, Benjamin Alire Sáenz

Six Crimson Cranes, Elizabeth Lim

So This Is Love, Elizabeth Lim

What Once Was Mine, Liz Braswell

Evil Thing, Serena Valentino

Cold Hearted, Serena Valentino

Legendborn, Tracy Deonn

This Poison Heart, Kalynn Bayron

These Violent Delights, Chloe Gong