#Benny x Lu

[precious-little-scoundrel]

https://www.tumblr.com/precious-little-scoundrel/759292764485779456/and-like-someone-else-suggested-and-i-concur-i

ermmm. so as i was stalking the benny and lu tag today. i sort of had a wild thought about this that i’m like lowkey scared to share but. u know how u and the other anons were talking about how she does have fun and casual relationships with some other guys post spencer so she does have sexual experience by the time she’s with benny. but like. she is literally feral for benny because of all the domestic stuff he does for her. so. for the post that i linked above to like happen. benny obv would’ve had to have learned somehow that she hasn’t done that. and the thing is. i am like so in agreement that for survivors, being w someone else can feel easier than being intimate with urself. but like lowkey. what if the first time she like really truly had the instinct to do it was when benny was doing all this domestic stuff for her. like not even when she’s in sexual relationships with other guys but from THIS. and like she doesn’t act on it which is why the events in the linked post happen but like imagine her telling benny that. feel like his masculine brain would literally short circuit. and then result in the events of the linked post occurring.

fingers crossed u match my freak!!

Oh sweet lord yes I’ll match that 100%

Because I espouse the notion she made the first overtly sexual move and I don’t mean to make it sound like he’s leaving her out to dry but he is perhaps a little more guarded at first just out of sheer surprise she’d want him? That he wasn’t imagining it in an insomniatic and celibate haze? And since I also espouse the Yapper Lu when she’s comfy with someone canon and the Benny says what he thinks when he’s turned on, canon- that means at some point soon after the face sucking era starts, she likely tells him she’s been thinking of him so much at night she’s hardly sleeping she’s so very wound up. She’s eyeing her pillows and doorknobs and innocent hairbrush handles in dire need of him and he’s laughing in some shock but asks (all between kisses) if she’s really touched herself to the thought of *this*

And she says, well, no, actually. Was hoping you would.

To which Benny might either inquire or surmise that she just doesn’t do that ever. And he’s a man so his head gets a little fuzzy and his mouth dry and his lips feel to big for his face and he tells her, and the idea of her getting herself off to the idea of him before getting off on him is suddenly so crucial he’s got her fingers to his lips and a kiss before muttering “I think you should try it, if ya want it, you should try it”

[bandnerdlevel43]

Day Three- Reunion (Modern)

Lu Legend x Ravio (Ravioli) 

Summary: Ravio has been off on a business trip with Hilda for a month now, and Legend has been getting lonely. Now he's coming back- right on the day of the chain’s jazz band performance.

Word Count: 6,911 (This is a long one)

Warnings: If you read my first fic, you know I don’t swear but it’s there for the vibe; Legend has anxiety, Legend has a flashback in a flashback involving non graphic stab wounds and a reference to his dead uncle, improper use of a trumpet spit valve, Fable is a menace, Four has to deal with her, author has several agendas and she is pushing ALL of them today, fluff at the end, super über long fic

A/N (Please read this, it's important): I'm back! I procrastinated this one for way too long, but I finally finished it! I somehow also managed to finish day four and five before this one, so those will also be posted with this. Go check them out here and here!

…Anyways, it's time for me to come clean. I'm a band kid. And a proud one, too. I saw this post and went absolutely nuts, so of course I had to write about a jazz band au. Give the post some love (since op is inactive) because most of it was the basis for this au.

Important part: The last song they play in this fic is “Want You Gone” by the 8-Bit Big Band, feat. Benny Benack III, and I suggest you listen to it! The lyrics are hilarious but if you don’t listen to it before the fic itself you’ll get lost very easily. If you see any music words you’re unfamiliar with, either throw me an ask or you can look it up on your browser. Sorry for the long note; I hope you enjoy!

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Good news: We’re on our way back! We’ll be home by the twenty-third.

We have a performance that day.

I won’t see you.

I can drop in. Don’t worry! We’ll make it, I promise.

Alright. Love you.

I love you too, Link.

“Texting your boyfriend?” Fable chirped.

Legend jumped, shielding his phone and glaring at his sister. “None of your business,” he spat.

Fable grinned, toying with the reed in her fingers. “You sure you don’t have that message memorized?”

“Shut up,” he hissed.

Wind blew into his trombone, imitating a wolf-whistle while wiggling his eyebrows. Legend snorted. “Real mature, Sailor.”

Sky paused the plucking of his bass’s strings, his eyes flicking from his tuner to Legend as his brows furrowed. “Isn’t he coming back today?”

“Yep,” Fable trilled gleefully. “And Legend is beside himself with lovesickness!”

“Fable!” Legend growled. Great goddesses, could she be any more insufferable?

Well, apparently she could. “His lonely heart, separated from his lover for what seemed like years,” she sighed, swooning dramatically. “Tonight they'll reunite in a passionate embrace, proclaiming their love to-”

Twilight appeared from behind her and swatted her upside the head. “Leave ‘im alone,” he chided. While Fable scampered away, giggling, he tossed a tiny bottle to Wind, who snatched it out of the air. “Slide grease.”

“Thanks, Rancher.” Wind saluted. 

“Anything you two need?” Twilight asked, looking at Sky and Legend. Both shook their heads. 

“Hey, Twilight!” Four sauntered up to the small gathering, tenor sax slung over his shoulder by the strap. “We need cork grease over here.” He blinked at Legend and pointed out needlessly, “Your face is red. You okay?”

Legend didn't think his face could heat any further. He was wrong. “I'm fine,” he muttered.

“He's just madly in love,” Wind said mischievously. Both Fable and Sky snickered. He glared at them, Sky in particular. I thought better of you, bird boy.

Four's lips twitched upwards in a smirk. “Ah. This is about Ravio.”

Legend dropped his head into his hands with a groan. Fable, for some bizarre reason that Legend couldn't place, thought this was hilarious, and cackled.

“Reign it in, loverboy.” Four leaned against the wall. “You still need to warm up, and no one likes to hold a cold hand.”

Legend kicked at his knee. “Watch it,” he threatened, “Or I'll make your lifespan as short as you are.”

A chorus of “oohs” sounded around the room. Four chuckled, patting him on the shoulder. “Cheer up. You'll get your kisses soon.”

Fable howled hysterically, slapping her thigh. Legend could feel how red his face was as Four ran through the smuggest scale he had ever heard. It wasn't even that witty, but Wind was still squeaking like a chipmunk, and of course Sky snorted. Twilight at least was trying his hardest to appear indifferent, but Legend knew how hard it was to keep one's composure when Fable leans on you for support while wheezing directly in your ear.

“Ledge!” Wars hollered from backstage. “Get your sorry backside over here; I want to run through this song with you.”

Legend aimed one last petty kick at Four before standing. He hefted his case and stomped off, pointedly ignoring the way Fable pretended to faint into a scandalized Twilight's arms, crying, “Save me, Mister Hero!”

That shook him more than he'd have liked to admit. He bit his tongue to keep from throttling Fable for making fun of Ravio. Well, even if she hadn't mocked him, he still would've done it. And she still would've deserved it.

Wars watched him approach, his expression neutral. Legend thrust open his case aggressively and jammed the various pieces together. His jaw was tense and he avoided Wars’ gaze.

“Careful,” his brother commented. “You'll scratch her.”

Legend exhaled a controlled breath and quelled the ache in his gut that shouldn't exist in the first place. He suffocated it with thoughts of flats and sharps, of staccatos and tenudos, of the cool metal on his lips and fingertips, and of the notes both painted on the page and burned into his very soul. It was a familiar ritual that helped ease a bit of himself into the music, breathing color into the diverse melodies, rhythms, and even his brothers. It never failed, even when Fable did it with him.

Until today.

Somehow, his thoughts still circled back to his blasted boyfriend. His cheery grin had that same brightness as the sheen on his trumpet. His eyes danced with the same mischief that Sky eased from his bass. His arms would envelop him, soothing in a way that reminded him of playing with his brothers and sister. His tears spoke the same words as an instrument in need of care: always frustrated with himself and never anyone else. His hands- they shook before adversity. Just how Legend's own trembled right then, his mind's eye suddenly brimming with images of hundreds of people, Ravio in the midst of them, staring unsympathetically as his fingers stuttered. 

Legend cursed, his hands dropping to his sides. He flattened himself against the wall, sinking to the floor. Hylia, he could already tell he was going to mess up badly.  He had practiced these songs with the others for weeks, and it was about to mean nothing. To make matters worse, he had a solo. Not any old solo, either, but an improvised solo. Improvising solos was nothing new to him. This stabbing pain was new. It twisted at his heart like a common school bully to a poor victim's shirt. Loneliness (And yes, Farore strike him down, but Fable was right. He was lonely.) had him at its mercy. And now, Ravio was so close. Legend was going to fumble the solo in front of him, and that fear alone blurred his thoughts until he couldn't discern one tangled bundle of nerves from another.

Wars sat down next to him. He laid a hand on Legend's shoulder and asked softly, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Legend shook his head hopelessly. There was nothing he could say that Fable hadn't said already. Besides, with how Wars fixed him with those knowing eyes, he understood better than Legend himself did.

“Breathe with me, alright?” Wars let go of his shoulder, hand gesturing to his chest. Legend didn't have much pride to lose, so he complied. When Wars' chest rose, he breathed in. When it sank, he breathed out. In, two, three, four. Hold… Out, two, three, four. It didn't take much time before Legend grew irritated, thinking that this was taking too long. His time would be better spent practicing! He should be tuning, warming up, looking over his music again, anything! Not some barely effective breathing exercise that his brother only did when Wind was having stage fright, or when Sky struggled through an asthma attack. Or when Wild had a particularly bad flashback. Or when Rulie awoke, screaming, from a nightmare. Did… Did he really look that bad? That distressed?

Wars lifted his trumpet to his lips. “Tune me.”

With that, the sound of the instrument filled the room. Wild’s snare hidden in the corner rattled in complaint. He forced himself to block it out and focus on the note as it wavered in his ears, settling on something just a little off. “Pull it out,” Legend said, nodding to the tuning slide.

Wars adjusted the slide, and the pitch dropped. Well, now it's flat, Legend thought irritably. He pointed upwards. This time, Wars shifted the position of his lips on the mouthpiece, which finally sharpened the tone enough to satisfy the two of them.

“Keep playing.” Legend lifted his own trumpet to his face. He played the same note until they matched, then tested a handful of notes that harmonized with his brother's. There was not a single sign of dissention between the two. What he would give to simplify his emotions like that. 

“Ready?” asked the man beside him. 

“As I'll ever be,” Legend mumbled.

Wars patted him on the back and helped him up. “Remember, it's just like any other performance,” he assured him. “Just keep playing, and you'll do great “

“Thanks,” Legend grunted. 

“Don't worry about it.” Wars smiled. “Let's run through the program. Start on my mark: one, two, ready…”

Wild, Flora, Time and Hyrule returned with dinner. Those who remained behind joined them to eat. The meal was quick, consisting of a tray of sandwiches and a bowl of salad. Legend didn't feel like eating. Everyone, including him, was eager to get back to practice, now as a full band, and they wasted no time in getting to it.

Rehearsal flew by uncomfortably fast. Everything went smoothly, if by smoothly, one meant “absolute disaster”. Oh, everyone else was fine. Legend made too many mistakes. This only gave Fable and Wind more ammo to torment him with, and only after a harsh reprimand from Wars did they stop. He wanted to feel grateful for his intervention, but the seed had already been planted. Now it was performance time, and he couldn't help the sudden panic that attacked him. He hyperventilated. His hands were clammy and they shook uncontrollably. Only Hyrule's calm comfort prevented him from losing control.

“Shhh,” Rulie whispered, rubbing his hands gently. “It'll be okay, Legend, I promise.”

“I can't do it,” he gasped, feeling lightheaded. “I can't go out there.”

“Yes, you can,” Rulie told him forcefully. “You're going out on that stage and you're going to sound amazing.”

“I'm going to mess up,” Legend said, his voice wobbling. “I'm going to ruin the whole performance in front of him-”

“No, you won't,” he interrupted. “And even if you did, his opinion of you won't change. Ravio loves you no matter what.”

Legend didn't respond. Rulie squeezed him in a quick hug and guided him to where the rest of the band waited. “Breathe,” he reminded him.

Time nodded at the two of them. He handed Rulie his bass guitar, who accepted it graciously. “Are you two boys ready?”

“Yup,” Rulie responded confidently.

Wild bared his teeth in a grin, twirling a drumstick in his fingers. “Let's light ‘em up, boys.”

Fable and Wind both whooped, each bodychecking Four. Legend swallowed hard.

With that, they walked onto the stage. Applause immediately assaulted his ears, causing him to wince. He squinted into the spotlights, their dazzling beams glaring daggers into his eyes.  He searched the crowd anxiously, his heart thumping when he couldn't find Ravio. He wanted to slap himself for that. His head yelled at him to just focus. 

Instinctively, he glanced at Rulie. The freckle-dotted face smiled encouragingly, mouthing, “You got this!”

He had to admit, that lifted his spirits, just a little. He took his place at his designated music stand and stared it down, scowling at each note.

“You better not ruin this,” Legend whispered menacingly.

Wars, who had just joined him at the stand, shot him a funny look. “What?”

“Not you,” Legend muttered.

Time stepped up to the microphone. He started his usual introduction, and the crowd quieted to hear his words. Legend hardly listened. His mind was on his sweaty palms. He wiped them on his pants with a soft curse. Did his own body think wringing itself dry of any liquid was going to help him? Brushing his hair out of his eyes also resulted in damp droplets on his fingertips.

“Ledge,” Wars said in a hushed tone, “stop chewing your lip.”

Legend wanted to punch him. He was only trying to help, though, which of course made him want to punch him more. Still, he restrained himself, both from hitting Wars and from giving into his anxious habits.

Cheering announced the end of Time's speech. The old man dipped his head and swept his arm, gesturing at Wild. Wild smiled broadly, raised his drumsticks, and hollered with his typical unhinged energy the usual countdown: “ONE, TWO! ONE, TWO, READY, GO!”

A snap of wood on snare and a plethora of clicks on the hi-hat cracked through the air. Sky plucked an upbeat rhythm on his bass. Hyrule and Wind joined next, hopping from high to low, up and down, badum, badum. Fable’s entrance infused the band with her bright, energetic spirit. She swung and leaped from note to note while the bass drum thrummed in Legend's chest. Fable climbed a scale and Four came in to support her. She hit the top, held it, and cued the rest of the band. Legend was unwillingly swept away by the current of music that was too fast, too quick.

And, of course, thoughts of Ravio came unbidden into his head.

“Do you remember when we first met?” Ravio murmured. “That day in the alley…”

Legend snorted. How could he forget? “Of course I remember.”

He let himself be twirled beneath his partner's arm before once again taking the lead. The two swayed in time with the music amidst the crowd of people, their movements not quite in sync compared to the others. Frankly, he was surprised how natural Ravio made it seem, considering how stiff Legend was. They'd made progress since their first time dancing, and although Legend kept tripping over himself in self-consciousness, they were doing fairly well. 

“All those cultists. You took them out so quickly!” Ravio chuckled. “I wasn't sure if I should've been more scared of you than them.”

“I was sloppy,” Legend muttered. “Too preoccupied with finally looking like the ‘good guy'.”

“Link, I thought I was going to die,” Ravio said seriously. “You were my practical knight in shining armor!”

“A lot of good that did me,” Legend grumbled.

“Hey!” Ravio laughed. “I'm not that bad, am I?”

“I-I didn't mean you,” he said awkwardly. 

“Oh.” Ravio deflated, hesitating. “...Yuga?”

Yuga. Yuga with a knife in his back, pinning him to the wall and tugging at his hair so his ear was to his mouth. He whispered threats while Link strained to breathe through the agony.

“You're not making it out of here alive, little hero,” he hissed. “Say hello to your uncle for me.”

Legend kicked and screamed against the memories. They were choking him, like Yuga all those years ago. The result? He only managed to squeeze out a pathetic handful of right notes. He hid behind Wars’ far more confident sound. Wars sensed what was wrong and covered for his sudden inability to read music.

The only note he really hit right was the last one. No style or soul went into it. He was having enough trouble staying within the key signature.

The audience applauded. Time acknowledged them with a hand.

Legend tugged at his suit. Had it always been this hot? He was overheating. And lightheaded. Was that normal?

“Ledge,” Wars hissed, shoving something cold into his hands. Legend blinked, dazed, at the object- a water bottle. “Water. Drink.”

He didn't have much else to do, so he obeyed. The freezing water was like ice down his throat, shocking him back to reality. He shook away the dizziness and drank more. It burned but was real.

“Breathe,” Wars reminded him for what must've been the fiftieth time that night. “Just hold on. Only two songs. You can do this. Just breathe.”

Why was everyone telling him to breathe? “I have to breathe to play my instrument,” he snarked. 

Wars raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Just like that.”

Before he could come up with a snappy retort, his eyes caught Fable slipping past. She avoided his eyes. Wild handed her his drumsticks and she sat at the drumset. Wild stood by the marimba, casually twirling the mallets in his fingers while Four set aside his tenor for a bari.

Legend paled. Oh. This one, he had forgotten.

This song relied heavily on trumpet to start the band. Fable had no sax to carry the melody.

“Relax,” Wars said sternly. “I'll be here, playing with you.”

Legend pursed his lips and shoved the water bottle back into his brother's hands.

Time finished stalling. It took Legend a moment to realize that Time was not, in fact, waiting for him. He watched for Wild’s, Fable's and Four's signals that they were ready. There was no screaming countdown to start them off this time.

Legend was alone.

He regretted giving Wars his water back. His mouth was dry again. He couldn't seem to swallow. He tried asking for it but the words died on his tongue.

All he had to do was put his lips to the mouthpiece and blow. Din! It shouldn't be this hard!

Twilight waited for him. He was relying on him to cue his part.

Rulie waited for him. His note was essential to harmonize with his counter melody.

Wars waited for him. He only expected him to endure through what little they had left.

“Fight it,” Wars murmured. “Don't let the fear win. You hear me, Link? Fight back.”

“Link? Link, fight it. Wake up!”

Legend gasped for air, greeted by the sight of Ravio's worried eyes fixed on his. Hands were cupping his face, steady and sure. Legend grasped their wrists by instinct, breathing heavily.

“Link, are you alright?” Ravio repeated anxiously. “Can you hear me?”

Legend's eyes darted across the crowded room with the urgency of a frightened prey animal, but when his eyes locked with Ravio's again, his heartbeat slowed. He nodded.

“Do you need some fresh air?” asked the Lolian.

“I- No, I'll be fine,” he said shakily. “Just a flashback.”

“Are you sure? Because we can leave if-”

“No, it's over,” Legend interrupted. “We're not leaving unless you want to.” He inhaled deeply, ignoring his trembling hands.

Suddenly, Ravio's arms were wrapped around him. Legend's breath hitched, his internal screams needlessly reminding him that they were in public!

Legend laughed nervously. “Is there, uh… a specific reason why we're so sentimental all of a sudden?” he coughed awkwardly.

Ravio didn't respond, at first. He buried his face in Legend's shoulder and hummed, “I'm just glad you're here.”

Oh. Well, that was no reason for his face to get so red, was it? So why was his heart beating so quickly? And why did he feel so unreasonably giddy?

Ravio gave him another squeeze before pulling away and continuing the dance. Legend somehow managed to stumble even more than before, but Ravio's bright laugh lightened his mood every time. He supposed this whole dancing thing wasn't too bad.

He was happy to be with Ravio, too.

“Fight it…”

Legend clenched and unclenched his hands. He placed his fingers on the buttons and lips to the mouthpiece. He took one shuddering breath, pouring all he had into his trumpet- all his terror and loneliness and inadequacy. 

What rang out over the stage was a soft, mellow E flat. A single-toned lament. It resonated within his bell before slipping away, eluding his grasp like a hushed whisper of wind.

I miss you, Rav.

It was only when he released the note that he realized that no one else came in. His gaze flitted to Wars. The zeal he found startled him.

“Yes!” Wars’ eyes shimmered with enthusiasm and pride. “Again- C'mon, Legend, you can do it!”

Legend didn't give himself time to think. He hurled himself down the metaphorical leap of faith and howled into the trumpet. 

His brothers answered his call. 

Twilight hummed back, achingly familiar in its mournful cry. Hyrule took on the same tone, grasping it effortlessly but gently, like one would handle an injured animal. Wind's response was frustrated, like him. It was as much of a duet of music as it was a duet of feeling.

Legend released the note, and breathed. He sunk into the hopeful interlude led by Wild and Four. It felt much more real than himself. The sound wound its way into his ears and eased out a puff of air he hadn't realized he had been holding. 

It was startling, realizing that they were all mimicking what he had put into that note. Could it be that he was that obvious that he was pining? Four was the one who had made fun of him earlier. Yet here he was, weaving soft arpeggios of warmth and comfort. What was going on?

Wars poked him, jarring him from his reverie. “The Sailor’s trying to talk to you.”

Legend raised his eyebrows and shot a flat look the trombonist’s way. Really? the look said. In the middle of a performance?

There was a mischievous glint in Wind's eyes. “Solo battle?” he signed.

Legend almost laughed. Keyword: almost. “You mean a call-and-response duet?” he signed back.

“Whatever.” Wind rolled his eyes. “Are you in or not?”

Legend's eyebrows probably joined with his hairline then. “Isn't that in, like, three measures? Are you stupid?”

Wind flipped him off and stuck out his tongue. 

Oh, this twerp was going down. 

Fable jumped into action. Suddenly, the beat was moving at a relentless pace. The marimba perfectly channeled the devious smirk Wind carried. Legend found himself relishing the music again, tapping his foot along with Four's raw power. He bobbed his head in time with the vibrations he felt in his feet, most of which blasted from Time's guitar. He tossed the theme to Wars, who passed it to Four, who handed it to Wind, who promptly threw it to the floor and ground it into dust, laughing exhiliratedly. Normally, the rest of the band had to reel the dynamic in so the soloist could be heard, but most soloists weren't attention hogs like Wind. He would be heard, whether the audience liked it or not.

The Sailor moved with his solo. He tilted left and right, he stuck his slide into the air, and he bounced with each boom of the bass drum. Frankly, the drama of it all was rather obnoxious. It only charged Legend's eagerness to challenge him. There may be no winner in a solo battle, but he was determined to thoroughly beat Wind's ego into the dirt.

Legend waited for the perfect moment. He lifted his trumpet. He eyed the smug sailor out of the corner of his vision, a hint of warning in his posture. Secretly, though, he was excited to see the looks on the band's faces when he came in.

Now!

A visceral growl emitted from his instrument. Wind's head whipped around to face Legend, looking mildly offended. He barely restrained himself from snickering as the boy put a hand on his hip with an expression that looked hilariously reminiscent of Tetra's own pout.

As for the rest of the band… they were surprised, to say the least. Flabbergasted, as Ravio might've put it. Wind was given a fixed number of measures for his solos, and Legend cutting him off most definitely shook them. Four, the ever-reliable musician he was, was the first to regain his senses and improvise a good “backing track” for the others. Wars was ecstatic, and only Legend's lingering self-consciousness kept him from turning around and blasting in his ear. 

“I was just about- You interrupted me!” Wind pretended to look outraged, but frankly, he looked more like an indignant gerbil than anything else.

Legend shrugged. Wind puffed out his cheeks. It only encouraged the rodent illusion, which just added to the growing list of infinitely hilarious things that shouldn't be funny; what was he thinking? Goddesses, what was he doing? He shouldn't be stealing Wind's solo, he was going to make it worse, he was going to ruin it for the kid-

He stumbled. 

His blood had never drained so quickly from his face before. He scrambled to find a note that sounded right. Nothing sounded right! Why couldn't he do anything right? Why-

…Wind was covering for him. He covered up his mistakes by one-upping him, because that's how their solo battles went. Constantly improving on the last turn. Disguising his slip-ups by being better than him, all while pretending that was the plan all along.

Wars leaned over. He chuckled in amusement. “Are you going to just take that, Ledge? Gonna let him win?”

Legend snorted. “You wish this was your solo, pretty boy.”

He let the sailor have his little moment. Let him have his sly smirk and the roaring crowd, because while he practically owed the kid his kidney for saving him like that, it didn't mean he got to keep the spotlight. Even if it meant he had to strangle the butterflies in his stomach to keep them quiet, he would play.

Legend drew in a breath and blasted out the next note. Wind scoffed out a single “Dude!” but Legend overpowered that as well. He pouted again, and, to Legend's surprise, tried to play over him. Though, not really- he was harmonizing with him, forcing the dynamic up or down, and mixing his own energy in, one that Legend could not hope to synthesize. Not that he wanted to. It was a brattish energy, anyway. 

Four was getting louder. He was adding tension, and sending a message to the two of them: their time was coming to a close.

Wind heard it, loud and clear. He pushed against Legend’s melody. Part of him screamed at him to let him have control, to give him the finale, but his pride refused. He stood like a wall before Wind’s grabs at the spotlight. He had glissandos, grace notes, and pitch bends, but so did any half-decent trombone player. Not only could Legend do the same, he also knew exactly how to prod him where it hurt.

Let’s see how high you can go, sailor.

He blocked out the smithy’s warnings and began baiting Wind into a climb. He fell for it, hook line and sinker. B flat? Easy! C sharp? What a joke! He didn’t suspect a thing.

It was when they started to reach the higher portions of the scale that Legend detected some strain in Wind’s tone. He pushed higher. E. Running out of time, said Four. F, A flat. Wind didn’t follow. With a soaring sense of exhilaration, Legend landed the final high B flat. It was an easy victory, but a victory nonetheless.

At least, it was, until Wind hit an entire note higher.

Legend gawked at the cackling sailor. It was too late to make a comeback, the rest of the band had already moved on. Legend rolled his eyes. Just like him to get the last word. He had to laugh, though. Wind looked so proud of himself.

“Bet you aren’t thinking about your boyfriend now, huh?” he gloated.

Legend blinked. Had- Had that all been some grand scheme to get his confidence back? That rat! “I’ll think about wringing your neck!” he retorted angrily.

Unfortunately, he was right. Legend hardly felt any anxiety. Mental note: strangle him when we finish here.

It didn’t take long before the song was over and Wind was bowing theatrically. Legend was out of breath, dehydrated, and on the border of passing out, but he loved it. He felt alive again. He accepted Wars’ water bottle again. He practically emptied it, for how parched his lips were.

“Chapstick?” Wars offered, holding out a stick of his favorite brand.

Legend wrinkled his nose at it. “I’m not touching anything that has been anywhere near your lips.”

“What, like my water bottle?” Wars challenged lightly, waving the chapstick in his face.

“Fine. Gimme that,” he muttered, snatching the small tube from his brother’s fingers. He applied it as quickly as possible before shoving it back in its owner’s hands. He would never admit how useful it was, especially after so long arguing that it was for girls.

He only wished there was such a simple remedy for the ache that was beginning to form around his cheeks. That solo had really taken a toll on his embourchure.

Legend rubbed his face while Four walked by. The smith paused by him, his reddish-brown irises tinged by… guilt? Legend narrowed his eyes.

“That was a good solo back there,” he murmured. “You think you’ll be all right for this one?”

“I’m fine. Why do you care?” Legend responded tightly.

“Hey, look, I’m… I’m sorry. For teasing you.” Four winced. “I should’ve seen how badly it was affecting you. You’ll do great, okay? I mean, if I were Ravio, I’d be impressed regardless, but I know that’s not the reassurance you’re looking for.” 

Legend raised his eyebrows. An apology from the smithy? He knew it was bad, but not that bad.

…No, he shouldn’t make light of it, especially with how seriously Four was taking it. Or how seriously he took it, before the performance. That wasn’t fair.

“It’s not important,” Legend sighed. “I should be the one wishing you good luck. You’re singing.”

“Ha. So I take it we’re even now?” He held out his hand to shake. Legend took it, suppressing a smile.

“Thanks. Now, get lost, Sinatra,” Legend said.

Four chuckled and shook his head. He made his way to the piano just as Time finished up. Fable back on the sax and Wild on the drums, he raised his hand to cue the song.

He dropped it for the last time.

Wild tapped a smooth, bouncy beat on his hi-hat. Fable followed along, surprisingly mild for someone of her disposition. He’d never heard her handle the melody so… gently, before. Usually only Four had that kind of grace with the saxophone. Speaking of Four, the twinkling, playful piano notes complimented that laid-back style very nicely. Legend inserted his cup mute into his bell with a sort of contentment he hadn’t felt since Ravio left.

He had forgotten what it was like to actually enjoy music.

Four’s voice was glad to show him how much he had missed. If Wild and Fable were smooth, the smithy’s voice was like the outside of a fresh apple, ripe and shiny with morning dew. Warm, too, like pie crust.

Legend couldn’t wait to share another apple pie with Ravio.

“Well, here we are again

It’s always such a pleasure…”

Of course, this song wasn’t exactly meant to be cozy and reassuring. Legend was just getting restless.

Wind and Twilight, crescendo with a forte-piano.

An ebb and flow in Fable’s dynamic. Grow, pull back.

Wars counting rests under his breath. Legend felt an itch on the back of his neck. He was impatient, and his constant counting didn’t help.

“Oh, how we laughed and laughed!

Except I wasn't laughing…”

Legend could hear Four's smile. He loved this song. 

Soft falls muted by the cups in their trumpets. Mischievous, like a cat leaping nimbly from one bookshelf to the next. Or like the sailor, sneaking sweets from Legend's stash.

“You want your freedom, take it!

That's what I'm counting on!”

Wind crept into the lead, swaying from one note to the next gracefully. He treated the song like a waltz, but exaggerated comedically in its romance. Ravio swooning dramatically came to mind.

“I used to want you dead, but now I only want you gone!”

The whole band swung into action. Wild slammed on the snares, Fable sang into her sax with a dramatic volume worthy of Wind’s pride while the brass accented the offbeats, finishing with a flourishing trill.

The dynamic dropped. Four retained his eagerness, sounding just as smugly joyful as ever. The sax followed his lead.

“She was a lot like you-”

He chuckled. “Well, maybe not quite as heavy!”

That was Wind's favorite part. It took a considerable amount of effort not to snicker at the combined force of the lyric and the smithy's delivery.

Another band-wide crescendo, led by trumpets. Glittering piano notes followed, dancing daintily in Legend's ears. 

“One day they woke me up

So I could live forever

It's such a shame the same could never happen to you!”

Four's voice swelled brightly, leading the band from a mezzo-piano to a forte. Fable acted like this was her solo, announcing her counter melody to the whole audience. Wild mimicked the accents Wars and Legend made with a crash on the cymbals. He was having just as much fun as Four was. 

“I'll let you get right to it-

Now I only want you gone!”

The rest of the band dropped away, allowing the piano and the drums to lead as Four began his monologue. Legend bit his lip. His solo was just around the corner. He grabbed Wars’ water bottle again and stole a quick sip. 

At Four's “Take it away!”, his brothers took the lead. 

Legend hardly paid attention to the rise in energy. This was it. He promised Ravio a good show. After that trick Wind played on him back in the last song, he intended to follow through. 

Here!

He climbed into his solo. He imitated Four's languid ease with Wind's cocky eagerness to show off in the little slurs and tremolos he slipped into the solo. His heart pounded viciously against his chest. He went from note to note with little flourishes that were subtle but painted with just enough color to give it life. Thank Farore for Sky's bass, keeping him in time while his fingers itched to go faster than he had the ability to. But he kept it smooth and lilting as he repeated the melody of the chorus-

And just like that, it was over. His solo, finished. Audience clapping excitedly at the performance. Fable easing the band into a soft dynamic before dropping away completely. Before he knew it, Sky was playing his own solo while Four sang along:

“Goodbye my only friend…

Oh, ha, did you think I meant you?

This song really fit Four, Legend thought vaguely. Quick-witted, mischievous, and laid-back. Maybe  even a little arrogant. 

Had he really just done that? Had he really just pulled off that solo like it was just an everyday warm up scale, after all his anxiety just put him through? He snorted softly with incredulous indignance. 

It shouldn't have been that easy. But it was.

Wild's cue! Legend snapped dizzily back to attention. Neither he nor Wars were coming in any time soon, but he had to be ready. He listened in on Wars’ counting and quickly found his spot in the rest.

“Well, you have been replaced

I don't need anyone now…”

Again, Fable’s time to shine. Crescendo. Getting bigger, louder louder louder, play, support Fable, louder louder, howl out your part until you're faint from using too much air. Legend's lungs felt ready to burst, his lips burned. 

“Go make some new disaster!

That's what I'm countin’ on!”

He could do it. He could reach the end of the song. The light was at the end of the tunnel. The light was in his eyes, he had shifted too far to the left and now a spotlight was beaming directly into them, he kept playing.

“You're someone else's problem; now I only want you gone!”

Keep playing, it's almost done, just two more lines and he could see Ravio-

“Now I only want you gone!”

Ravio, had he seen the solo? Was he even here yet?

“Now I only want you gone!”

Focus, finish off strong.

“Now I only want you gone-!”

Four sustaining the note, steady, swing into the accent, hold hold hold, drop down low-

“I want you gone!”

With that, the band pulled back, Wars finished the song with a flaunting swing and grace note, Wild thumped his bass.

Done. Finished. Over. No more. He finished the song, and he hadn't messed up.

And the crowd went wild. 

Time bowed. He gestured to the soloists- him and Sky and Four. They dipped their heads, Four with significantly less humility. Legend licked his lips as he stared at his feet. He felt like he had just run a marathon.

A poke on his shoulder. Legend straightened his back. He followed Wars' outstretched finger, past Time's hand showing him off as a soloist, and- oh.

There he was. Standing in the middle of the audience, clapping his hands eagerly. His adoptive sister was beside him, but Legend's eyes never left the man for a second.

“Ravio,” he whispered.

He moved without thinking. He pushed his trumpet into his brother's hands. Wars gawked as he leaped off the stage and into the rows of chairs. Heart racing so quickly he feared it might escape, he ran up the aisle. 

There he was. Right there, grinning from ear to ear, calling out his name with a voice too soft to be heard over the crowd. Goddess d— him. That insufferable smile. It had no right to make him feel this way. So unfairly happy.

The rest was a blur. Ravio wrestled his way to the aisle, Legend only increased his breakneck pace; Ravio beamed, laughing his name, and they collided.

Ravio's arms squeezed him tight, twirling him around like the couples in those cheesy romance movies. Even as his feet planted on the ground, Legend didn't want to let go. He wanted to make sure this stupid rabbit never left his sight again.

Ravio pulled away, holding his face with the gentlest hands, grinning through teary eyes. “I take it you missed me, Mister Hero?” he chuckled.

By the Three, now he was crying. “Of course I missed you, you idiot!” he choked out.

“I missed you too,” Ravio breathed. 

He leaned forward and the last bit of Legend's restraint crumbled. His lips crashed against Ravio's before he could draw out the moment any longer, his hand reaching to tangle with his partner's smooth, inky locks. Ravio let out a tiny squeak of surprise before leaning into the kiss.

Legend's lips buzzed; he couldn't tell if the sensation came from his trumpet or Ravio. He couldn't care less. His mind was on Ravio's soft hands, on his tender touch, on the ghost of a smile he could feel through the kiss. 

Legend's heart had climbed up his throat by the time it was over. He noted vaguely that the audience was roaring and clapping, and that Fable's voice boomed over the speakers, hollering, “That's my brother!” Meanwhile, he couldn't decide whether to punch Ravio or let the tears flow. He swallowed hard, his eyes locking on Ravio's rupee-green ones.

“You kiss like you've been playing trumpet for an hour,” he teased.

Legend's face flushed red. “Shut up,” he grumbled.

“Aw, I didn't mean it,” he giggled, squishing him in another hug. “I just missed seeing your grumpy face.”

“You're the worst.”

“Don't get too sappy, you two.” Legend whipped around, greeted by Ravio's boss herself. Hilda, with a cocked eyebrow and folded arms, dressed in a blazer and skirt not unlike Fable's slightly more masculine suit. Her violet-painted lips twitched upwards in amusement. “You'll make the audience gag on their lunches.”

“I think I'm gagging on my lunch,” Legend complained.

Ravio gasped in mock offense, but Hilda shrugged. “Your sister does seem to be enjoying this…”

Legend glanced over at the stage and groaned. Of course she was. Of course she was hopping up and down in ecstasy, shaking poor, helpless Four back and forth while screaming with Wind. Of course she had to rope Sky and Wars into it- and was that Rulie cheering with them? Well, now Legend felt extra betrayed.

Warm fingers lacing with his drew his attention back to his partner. Ravio squeezed his hand and smiled. Legend had to wrestle his own into a disapproving scowl before he could see it.

“What do you say we put your trumpet away and go out for dinner?” he proposed. “That way we could get some time alone to relax and catch up some way other than over text?”

Legend folded his arms. “So, you expect me to forgive you, just like that? After being gone so long?”

Ravio laughed nervously. “If you wouldn't mind?”

“I suppose I can give you another chance,” he muttered. “And I'm paying. Yes, Hilda, I know you paid for everything back there.” He waved dismissively, then eyed Ravio out of the corner of his eye. “I'll let him hold on to his rupees just this once. Now excuse me while I go murder my sister.”

He dipped his head politely to the businesswoman before dashing off to the stage. He leaped up, much to Wind's delight and Time's resigned disappointment, and jabbed a finger at Fable. She squealed and hid behind Four, who sighed and stepped aside. 

“You!” Legend barked. “Get over here before I break your reeds!”

Fable gaped dramatically. “You wouldn't!”

“I will!”

“Whoa there, Ledge,” Wars said lightly. “Save the death threats for when the instruments are away, hm?”

Legend sniffed, swiping his trumpet from his hands and not-so-subtly emptying his spit valve on his foot. Wars yelped and jumped hilariously. “Legend!” he swore. “That's disgusting!”

“I bet it tastes like your lipstick,” he snarked.

Fable snickered. Legend brandished his trumpet threateningly and said, “What, you want some too?”

His sister screeched and ran off backstage. Legend made to pursue her, but Twilight gave him a look. He wrinkled his nose and dusted off his suit. She wasn't worth the trouble, anyway. 

He decided to make his way offstage to delicately take apart his instrument. He had a date to prepare for! Fable could wait.

Besides, he had plenty of time to daydream of revenge on the way out.

Legend grinned devilishly. She won't know what hit her.

He left the building whistling cheerfully.

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A/N: Thank you for reading, but I do have to add a disclaimer. Please, please, please do not jump off a stage like Legend did. The last time someone did that at my school, they broke their ankle. I repeat, do not jump off a stage. 

Take care, all of you! ❤️

[juneberrie]

all’s fair in love and chemistry - benny weir

🪼 benny weir x fem!reader

“benny, we’re supposed to be doing our homework,” she groaned. she was sprawled out on her lovers bed, papers strewn around her.

benny’s spark spell fizzled out, and he pouted. “but n/nnnnnn,” he whined. “chemistry’s not fun.”

“thought you liked chemistry, dork,” she teased.

“yeah well.” benny walked towards her and bent down to press a kiss to her forehead. “i like you better.”

“oh, real smooth,” she grinned. benny sat down next to her, moving a few stray worksheets. he wraps his arm around her.

“hey look,” he starts. his free hand points towards a few elements on the periodic table.

iodine. lutentium. vanadium. yttrium. oxygen. uranium.

“what about them?” she asked, confused.

“look at their symbols,” he elaborated.

i. lu. v. y.o.u.

“i.. luv you?”

benny grinned and kissed her cheek. “love ya too, babe.”

[nerdieforpedro]

One Pass for the Both of Us

Lucian Flores x female reader x Benny Miller

This fanfiction is 18+ MDNI

Main Masterlist / Double Features Masterlist

Word Count: less than 2.8k

Summary: You and your boyfriend Lucian have the same man in mind it seems.

Warnings: established relationship, fingering, smoking, sweatpants, a gold chain, curious phone use, exhibitionist behavior, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected P in V (wrap it up people), one swat of an ass, aftercare

Notes: So this idea was born from thots as 90% of my ideas. Why do a sandwich? Because Nerdie is trying new things this year. Sandwiches are one of them. And why not these two? I mean look at them. There's a fair bit of Spanish in this fic and I did my best with translations, but I'm not fluent in Spanish so it's anything's wrong please let me know. Was not beta-ed.

The left gif was made by @pascalsky

“We’re going to try something a little different bebita (baby girl). Get on all fours.” His thumb was tucked into the waistband on his gray sweatpants, they hung loosely off his hips and his slight tummy hung over them. You don’t want to listen to him, not yet. He’s only made your lips swollen, but the wrong pair. You softly pant, your chest rising and falling against your black lace bra. 

“No Lu, I don’t feel like it. You told me your nose was going to be buried in my cunt with your tongue, but you haven’t kept up your end of the bargain.” Grinning, the ball of your foot presses against his belly as he grabs your ankle. His grip pulls your leg toward him and his lit cigarette dangles from his lips. He smirks, smacking your ass with his free hand and looks down at you.

“You’re gonna tell me no after I told called you this morning and told you to meet me by your car?” Lucian momentarily releases your ankle and removes his cigarette from his lips, putting it out on the ashtray seated on the night table of your apartment. You don’t smoke, but you know he does, before and after sex so you bought one to keep for when he comes by. “Such a damn tease querida (sweetheart). Though, because you didn’t see me while you were at work, I found something you might like.” He grabs your ankle again and pulls it to the side, spreading you partway before kneeling at the side of the bed. His eyes were trained on your clit, exposed by your crotchless panties, the cool air met your lower lips and you moaned. Placing the back of your knee on his shoulder, he blew on your small bundle of nerves, his tongue had extended but had not come into contact with your skin yet. 

His phone rang and he answered it. Your eyes went wide, and you glared at him while he was answering a few questions and giving some instructions. You knew that Lucian could be a lot at times, but this was a new one. You sat up on your elbows and yelled at him to which he glanced at you and slid a finger across your wetness, you were able to cover half your moan by clasping your hands over your mouth. His fingers are sliding in and out of you slowly as he stands and wedges his phone between his shoulder and his ear. Lucian moves his fingers faster inside you while capturing both your wrists in his hand. “Let our guest hear querida, he’ll need to know how wet you can get. Don’t cover your mouth again.” You weren’t sure who the man was that Lucian was referring to, but your hips jutted forward with his fingers as he released your wrists. The phone was placed on speaker and the cool plastic of the case was felt on your skin. It was tucked in between your pelvis and your lace panties. “You hear her? She sounds perfect, doesn’t she? You keep taking your sweet time, we won’t need you.” A man snickers on the phone as you hear a door open, both on your phone and in your bedroom. 

He’s here. He hasn’t hung up the phone yet though and is watching as Lucian curls his fingers within you, your legs spreading further apart. “Looks like I’m not late at all Lucy. Just getting to the good part with that look on your face honey. You remember me?” He hangs up the phone as he slips off his socks, shoes you assume are near your door and his shirt, which displays his taut muscles and the waistband of the black sweatpants that he’s wearing. It appears like Lucian, he isn’t wearing any underwear either. 

A thumb grazes your clit and your body arches toward your beau, his gold chain, dangles while his lips kiss your inner thigh. The curse you let our makes the man who you assume to be called Benny chuckle as he leans over you, his fingers grazing your cheek. “I see why every match you kept a tight hold on her. I would too. So, how do you want to start?”

“You’re Benny Miller….from matches we’ve seen….the last few months…” You pant, you’re sure it’s him. Every match you were seated on Lucian’s lap and watch the man pummel his opponents while taking quite the beating himself. It didn’t dawn on you why he was here and why he was calling Lucian by a nickname. You don’t have enough information. It becomes clearer when think digits are removed from your cunt with a small pop and placed on Benny tongue, he opened his mouth for Lucian and didn’t cut eye contact with you. Flores told Benny ‘Tomalo (take it)’ and the hulking man did. He purposely sucked loudly on his fingers while your core ached watching them. “Coño (fuck) Lu, When…did this happen?” 

Lucian took your hand and placed it on Benny’s waistband. “Make out guest feel welcome mi amor (my love). He’s what you wanted, your one hall pass right? You’ll have him, but I’ll be here.” You hadn’t thought he’d been paying your drunk ramblings at an MMA fight any attention, but apparently despite being slippery in many other aspects of life, Lucian was a man of his word. The deep chuckle from Lucian snapped you out of your haze, his other hand removed the phone from your panties and ran his palm over your stomach. “He was my pick mine too. I knew you had good taste amor, it’s why you’re with me.” Nodding, you decide overthinking will lead to them continuing their own and you’d rather not have that, so down you pull Benny’s sweats to expose to swollen reddish pink member, the inside of his sweats are glistening with precum.

“You’ve got quite a pair of lungs on you sweetheart. Show me what that throat of yours can do.” Miller looks down at you, his mouth free of Lucian’s fingers. Flores decides to lay across the bed, feigning that he’s tired. You’re aware he likely has something else planned but you’re focused on the thick cock in front of you, kissing its bulbous head. Your hand cups his balls as you adjust yourself on your knees, the other pressing into the muscle of his thigh, brown hairs dot it and grow thicker toward his cock. You decide to explore the vein on the side of his shift, coating it with your tongue before using your lips to nipple at the wrinkled skin of his tentacles. The sweet hiss you hear from Benny tells you that you’re on the right track and you feel Lucian’s eyes burrowing into your back.  A calloused hand of Miller’s runs through your hair, you accept him into your mouth in earnest, accepting half his length before you need to pull back and begin again, not letting the head of his cock beyond your lips when bobbing your head. 

Benny’s hips are beginning to match your pace and his groans are increasing. Lucian locks eyes with him as his hunger stirs, he needs to be inside one of them. He’s palming over his gray sweats, making a darkened spot on the front of them, sweat dripping onto his gold chain. He pulls down his sweats to seek relief, but Benny shakes his head at Flores, tilting his head in your direction. There’s a wordless agreement between the men on who will have your tight core first. Lucian says nothing as he sits up and moved behind you, pulling his sweatpants down to his knees before placing his own dripping heat at your entrance. He raises your bra to release your breasts as he squeezes them, leaning over to speak in your ear, making sure all present can hear as he slips inside of you, “Since you saw Benny walk in, you couldn’t wait to get you lips round his cock querida? Mi durazno perfecto y mojado (My perfect and wet peach).” 

Between Lucian’s rough thrusts and Benny’s hips, your neck and pelvis screaming at you, but your throat and cunt are doing quite the opposite, squeezing both men for what they’re willing to give you. Miller, is the first to pull back, needing to push on your shoulders as you’d since placed both hands firmly on his thighs and pulled on his sweats to try and have his cock back. The whine you let out increases in pitch as Lucian’s arm pulled you to his chest and his movements became more erratic, he was close as well, moaning your name aloud. Miller watched the two of you licking his lips and pumping his cock slowly. He’d pulled you off because he didn’t want to waste his load in your mouth. That could happen another time, maybe before or after a match. He wanted to mix his seed with Lucian’s inside of you as he drilled you into the bed. “Shit, the two of you screw like this all the time. Looks like I’m doing it wrong.” Flores smirked at Benny before kissing the back of neck as he unloaded into you, making sure to follow up with slow thrusts as he softened, feeling you milk his cock as you climaxed a second time. He didn’t pull out of you yet, he was waiting for Miller. Benny was taking his sweet time finally removing his black sweatpants, getting on the bed, and engaged you in a slow kiss, tasting himself on your lips. Your eyes fluttered and your mouth felt dry and wet simultaneously, the only reason you were upright were because of Lucian and Benny.

“Hey Lu. Taste me.” The fighter gave Lucian a soft smile as he slipped to your side and kissed Lucian, gasping for air. He absorbed his lingering nicotine flavor as their tongues lapped one another. Your cavern was vibrating as you heard them and ran the palm of your hand on the underside of Benny’s heavy cock. His hand moved yours away and placed it on his chest. He nodded to Lucian and they broke their kiss as Flores moved from behind you and let you fall back on the bed. Benny put each hand under the back of your knees and spread you wide, watching Flores’ spend dripping out of you. “Stuffed her pretty well Lu. Sit back and watch. Your little honey and I are going to give you a good show.”

Lucian had grabbed his pack of cigarettes and lighter off the nightstand and lit one. He claimed his seat in the overstuffed chair you had in your bedroom where you swore you read in the evenings, but usually you two would face time if he had business out of state to take care of. “Damelo (fuck me) Benny, por favor (please).” You repeated as Benny stuck his head between your breasts before taking a nipple in his mouth, the head of his cock dragged along your dripping cunt. 

“You’re a dumbass Miller. She’s asking you to fuck her. That’s why you’re here.” A long drag of his cigarette as he inhaled then blew it out of his nose slowly. Benny saw his gold chain flicker within the haze of smoke, Lucian sat wide his long member hung off the edge of the chair. “You need to stir her up as she likes. Despite being a bit of a puta (slut) sometimes, Estás mujer buena (She’s a good woman). She deserves it. Let’s see how well you do.” Flores flicked his chin taunting Benny and he took the bait, using his teeth to give your nipple a soft bite. He winked and maneuvered his hand between the two of you and plunged himself into you. Your head flung back as you felt the stretch of him and your hands were back on his chest, then to his shoulders to pull him closer. Benny paused, needing a few seconds to make sure he didn’t shoot directly into you right at the start. 

“Dammit to hell sweetheart, you’re a vice.” Miller began slow, rocking into with his eyes closed, focused on finding a good rhythm first. Your eyes turned slowly to Lucian who was watching as Benny’s pace started to pick up. He was continuing to smoke, the smile never leaving his face as he watched you. Your lover sat comfortably in the chair watching as your moans began increasing again. When Miller opened his eyes, he saw where you were looking and had an idea, momentarily pulling out of you as he sat on the edge of the bed and dragged you with him. “You wanna keep an eye on your man honey, I got you. He’ll see you use me to come again. Third time’s the charm right?”

“I don’t care if he sees or not, just get that dick back in me Miller!” You yelled and Benny furrowed his brows while Lucian slapped his own thigh releasing more smoke. You felt as the MMA fighter positioned you on his lap, you back to him and his cock was rubbing against your folds. “Ay…Just stick it in…” You begged, moving your hips weakly. You were tired but not out. You were going to experience this man’s cock. Lucian had him come to your home just for this.

“Bebita is an impatient one. You may want to get to it Benny and stop playing around. She looks tired, but she’ll hop off your lap and smack you.” Lucian smirked and so did you, he was aware of your passionate pursuit of your orgasms. The ashtray welcomed another cigarette and he lit another, he leaned forward, elbows on his knees as Benny lifted your hips and sunk you down on his full length. He dragged you up and down slowly, letting your walls learn the ridges of his cock. “Your balls look a bit tight there Miller. Don’t blow your load too soon. She needs to come first.” 

“Shut the hell up Lu. You talk too damn much.” Benny was trying to focus, but between Lucian’s smoking, your contracting cunt and his own peak nearly reached, he was fighting a losing battle. You were calling his name between your whines when Lucian stood and looked down at the two of you after walking to the side of the bed. The cigarette hung between his lips as his chain dangled near his clavicle, Lucian squatted before you, watching Benny’s cock be sucked in by your core. One of his hands reached to poke your clit as he looked up at you and you looked down. 

“Mi amor es muy linda. (My love is so pretty). Damelo amor.” Lucian kisses between your breasts as Benny curses from your tightened core. The tenderness from Lucian always makes you flutter and you feel yourself floating, curling back against Benny’s chiseled chest as he falls back against the bed, heaving like he’s had a twelve-round match. You felt his softened cock slip out of you as you closed your eyes, Benny’s body was so warm against your back in contrast to your chest, stomach and legs which were all cool. You weren’t sure where Lucian had gone, but you feel yourself moved off of Benny and straightened up in the bed, you head toward the headboard. A warm cloth is soon between your legs and you hear Lucian bickering with Benny. Miller is stating that since he’s a guest and as such, Lucian should wipe him down too. Lucian states that he needed his help to make you come so no, he should wipe himself down. You giggled and they both turn to you and agree to wipe individually before getting in bed. 

“You’re staying?” You asked Benny as he snuggled behind you. He frowns.

“You want me to go honey?” The tall man asks and Lucian slips in the bed in front of you.

“I can tell him to leave querida. He’ll need to try harder another day, if you want.” Lucian leaves the choice to bring Benny back up to you. He kisses your shoulder as Benny slips a finger under Lucian’s gold chain, tracing it before running his finger up into his curls.

“We’ll get some sleep and see what we can work out when we wake up later.” The smile on your face is playful and you’re looking forward to resting up and what comes next. Turns out it’s a great thing when your boyfriend and you have the same man in mind.

Peeps who plan their hall passes 🎫 : @yorksgirl @heareball @for-a-longlongtime @legendary-pink-dot @rhoorl @sin-djarin @magpiepills @morallyinept @lady-bess @inept-the-magnificent @wannab-urs @gasolinerainbowpuddles @megamindsecretlair @alltheglitterandtheroar

[ghostjelliess]

Lu messaged Adon that he finished his worksheets but was too tired to call. He winced with the slightest pressure against his bruised hands as he pressed each letter, rereading the sentence a dozen times before sending, checking for anything that might worry Adon. Adon responded by asking if he was okay, clearly aware something else was wrong, and Lu, so accustomed to the cold, nearly gave in and called to cry about his shaking hands, his crooked fingers, and the hovering fear that he couldn’t paint anymore. The call wouldn’t go through, even the message he’d had to send over their Platform social media profile. Lu had seen what Adon had survived, what kinds of relentless humiliation had forged his steady pride, and he thought that if he couldn’t even find his own way out, then he would only be another burden to Adon, another person in his collection of those in need of care, rather than standing strong and independent beside him. What was the point of being warm if it made Adon cold?

So rather than cry at all, Lu taped his fingers around splints, cutting the tape with his teeth, then pulled out his tablet and drew Adon, and it was the closest he’d ever gotten, his trembling fingers stuttering over the screen, the black ink brush nonresponsive to his gauzed hand, but somehow, Adon appeared, worried, betrayed, hovering between staying and leaving, his head tilted in question, hand held out, waiting for Lu to join him while he held up the world alone. There was a story about that, wasn’t there? Atlas. Adon’s mom should have named him Atlas. 

Lu set the tablet aside, looking down at the only available kin-comms in his phone: Pa, Benny, Unknown. In the quiet of the empty house, as the rails rumbled and stone creaked, Lu called his mother, expecting only silence. 

There was a sigh on the other end. 

“My CAPT is in three days,” Lu croaked, his voice miraculously steady despite his swollen jaw and neck.

Silence and another sight. The rustle of fabric. 

“I need my ID to register….” He felt so small, too cold, curled against their cruel and endless silence, thinking of Adon, waiting for him. A sob finally escaped and his voice was pitched too high as he begged his pillows and the stranger on the phone, “please let me escape too. Let me leave too.” He swallowed his fears of Adon moving on without him, of Pa pushing him like a jumper because the Conductor wanted to laugh, “please. I won’t—”

“C-H-E-L-5-2-3—AOS-12.01, L3RBGGM-X. Don’t call me again.”

Silence. 

Lu blinked, his brow furrowed, still dazed, confused by her accent because he’d only known her as mute. 

He scrambled over himself for anything to write with, scribbling over the sketch of Adon on his tablet before he forgot: Chel523—AOS12.0… .0…. He stared at the keyboard, ears ringing as he added the final one of the family register digit, then sorted through the location tag: Level3, Red-Black-Green-Green, that was a basic Grounder tag for anyone born around his age, then his peer-group: Magenta, and the location of his birth: X, for undisclosed. 

CHEL523-AOS12.01, L3RBGGM-X.

He stared at it numbly. He’d learned more about himself in one second than Pa had ever told him. A name he didn’t recognize, a birthday he’d never known, a generation line only a hospital would disclose, the family register code of grandparents and cousins he’d never known, all of it confidentially enclosed to the paper she’d taken with her from the hospital when she’d left him in the naming room. There were too many questions and answers crashing in his mind as the tears fell and Lu wondered what to do with all the new information, reeling and flailing into a dark place he didn’t want to go. He felt an illusion of Adon’s hand on his back, what would Adon say? What would Adon do? Lu forced himself to relax, inhaling against cracked ribs, repeating: ID, check, CAPT, leave. Only two things left: test and go, test and go, test and go. 

[the-immaculate-madonna]

FINALLY ENOUGH LOVE

Released: August 19, 2022

Label: Warner

TRACKLIST

Standard edition 1. Everybody (You Can Dance Remix Edit)  2. Into The Groove (You Can Dance Remix Edit)  3. Like A Prayer (Remix/Edit) 4. Express Yourself (Remix/Edit) 5. Vogue (Single Version)  6. Deeper And Deeper (David’s Radio Edit)  7. Secret (Junior’s Luscious Single Mix) 8. Frozen (Extended Club Mix Edit) 9. Music (Deep Dish Dot Com Radio Edit) 10. Hollywood (Calderone & Quayle Edit)  11. Hung Up (SDP Extended Vocal Edit) 12. Give It 2 Me (Eddie Amador Club 5 Edit)  13. Girl Gone Wild (Avicii’s UMF Mix) 14. Living For Love (Offer Nissim Promo Mix)  15. Medellín (Offer Nissim Madame X In The Sphinx Mix) – Madonna and Maluma 16. I Don’t Search I Find (Honey Dijon Radio Mix)

Finally Enough Love : 50 Number Ones 1. Holiday (7" Version) 2. Like a Virgin (7" Version) 3. Material Girl (7" Version) 4. Into the Groove (You Can Dance Remix Edit) 5. Open Your Heart (Video Version) 6. Physical Attraction (You Can Dance Remix Edit) 7. Everybody (You Can Dance Remix Edit) 8. Like a Prayer (7" Remix Edit) 9. Express Yourself (Remix Edit) 10. Keep It Together (Alternate Single Remix) 11. Vogue (Single Version) 12. Justify My Love (Orbit Edit) 13. Erotica (Underground Club Mix) 14. Deeper and Deeper (David's Radio Edit) 15. Fever (Radio Edit) 16. Secret (Junior's Luscious Single Mix) 1. Bedtime Story (Junior's Single Mix) 2. Don't Cry for Me Argentina (Miami Mix Edit) 3. Frozen (Extended Club Mix Edit) 4. Ray of Light (Sasha Ultra Violet Mix Edit) 5. Nothing Really Matters (Club 99 Radio Mix) 6. Beautiful Stranger (Calderone Radio Mix) 7. American Pie (Richard "Humpty" Vission Radio Mix) 8. Music (Deep Dish Dot Com Radio Edit) 9. Don't Tell Me (Thunderpuss Video Remix) 10. What It Feels Like for a Girl (Above and Beyond Club Radio Edit) 11. Impressive Instant (Peter Rauhofer's Universal Radio Mixshow Edit) 12. Die Another Day (Deepsky Radio Edit) 13. American Life (Felix Da Housecat Devin Dazzle Edit) 14. Hollywood (Calderone & Quayle Edit) 15. Me Against the Music (with Britney Spears) [Peter Rauhofer Radio Mix] 16. Nothing Fails (Tracy Young's Underground Radio Edit) 17. Love Profusion (Ralphi Rosario House Vocal Edit) 1. Hung Up (SDP Extended Vocal Edit) 2. Sorry (PSB Maxi Mix Edit) 3. Get Together (Jacques Lu Cont Vocal Edit) 4. Jump (Axwell Remix Edit) 5. 4 Minutes (feat. Justin Timberlake) [Bob Sinclar Space Funk Edit] 6. Give It 2 Me (Eddie Amador Club 5 Edit) 7. Celebration (Benny Benassi Remix Edit) 8. Give Me All Your Luvin' (feat. LMFAO & Nicki Minaj) [Party Rock Remix] 9. Girl Gone Wild (Avicii's UMF Mix) 10. Turn Up the Radio (Offer Nissim Remix Edit) 11. Living For Love (Offer Nissim Promo Mix) 12. Ghosttown (Dirty Pop Intro Remix) 13. Bitch I'm Madonna (feat. Nicki Minaj) [Sander Kleinberg Video Edit] 14. Medellín (with Maluma) [Offer Nissim Madame X In The Sphinx Mix] 15. I Rise (Tracy Young's Pride Intro Radio Remix) 16. Crave (feat. Swae Lee) [Tracy Young Dangerous Remix] 17. I Don't Search I Find (Honey Dijon Radio Mix)

[madonnaqueenofpopforever]

Finally Enough Love: 50 Number Ones

Year: 2022

Audio: MP3

Quality: 320 kbps

Tracklist:

1. Holiday (7" Version)

2. Like A Virgin (7" Version)

3. Material Girl (7" Version)

4. Into The Groove (You Can Dance Remix Edit)

5. Open Your Heart (Video Version)

6. Physical Attraction (You Can Dance Remix Edit)

7. Everybody (You Can Dance Remix Edit)

8. Like A Prayer (7" Remix Edit)

9. Express Yourself (Remix Edit)

10. Keep It Together (Alternate Single Remix)

11. Vogue (Single Version)

12. Justify My Love (Orbit Edit)

13. Erotica (Underground Club Mix)

14. Deeper And Deeper (David's Radio Edit)

15. Fever (Radio Edit)

16. Secret (Junior's Luscious Single Mix)

17. Bedtime Story (Junior's Single Mix)

18. Don't Cry For Me Argentina (Miami Mix Edit)

19. Frozen (Extended Club Mix Edit)

20. Ray Of Light (Sasha Ultra Violet Mix Edit)

21. Nothing Really Matters (Club 69 Radio Mix)

22. Beautiful Stranger (Calderone Radio Mix)

23. American Pie (Richard "Humpty" Vission Radio Mix)

24. Music (Deep Dish Dot Com Radio Edit)

25. Don't Tell Me (Thunderpuss Video Remix)

26. What It Feels Like For A Girl (Above And Beyond Club Radio Edit)

27. Impressive Instant (Peter Rauhofer's Universal Radio Mixshow Mix)

28. Die Another Day (Deepsky Radio Edit)

29. American Life (Felix Da Housecat's Devin Dazzle Edit)

30. Hollywood (Calderone & Quayle Edit)

31. Me Against The Music (feat. Madonna) [Peter Rauhofer Radio Mix]

32. Nothing Fails (Tracy Young's Underground Radio Edit)

33. Love Profusion (Ralphi Rosario House Vocal Edit)

34. Hung Up (SDP Extended Vocal Edit)

35. Sorry (PSB Maxi Mix Edit)

36. Get Together (Jacques Lu Cont Vocal Edit)

37. Jump (Axwell Remix Edit)

38. 4 Minutes (feat. Justin Timberlake & Timbaland) [Bob Sinclar Space Funk Edit]

39. Give It 2 Me (Eddie Amador Club 5 Edit)

40. Celebration (Benny Benassi Remix Edit)

41. Give Me All Your Luvin' (feat. LMFAO & Nicki Minaj) [Party Rock Remix]

42. Girl Gone Wild (Avicii's UMF Mix)

43. Turn Up The Radio (Offer Nissim Remix Edit)

44. Living For Love (Offer Nissim Promo Mix)

45. Ghosttown (Dirty Pop Intro Remix)

46. Bitch I'm Madonna (feat. Nicki Minaj) [Sander Kleinberg Video Edit]

47. Medellín (Offer Nissim Madame X In The Sphinx Mix)

48. I Rise (Tracy Young's Pride Intro Radio Remix)

49. Crave (Tracy Young Dangerous Remix) [feat. Swae Lee]

50. I Don't Search I Find (Honey Dijon Radio Mix)

Link: https://mega.nz/file/xEN1wYII#Bex3OPKaZfpQw_2CUuKtn925r6pyeJFWjYPESTinRQA

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

the main difference between the X-Files cancer arc and the brief-but-interesting cancer/Mary-Sue arc in the end of the Dellah Benny books — aside from the obvious contrast between Mulder and Scully's relationship having romantic undertones where bennybrax is entirely platonic — is that Chris Carter & co. actually managed to make it fulfilling. there was character and relationship development done via the impact of a main character's illness and possible imminent death.

that's something Justin Richards got very right in Tears of the Oracle, which in a way feels a bit like if you smushed the first and last episodes of TXF's cancer arc (Memento Mori and Redux II) together into one cohesive mass of emotion and character study. not only is Benny's cancer-esque diagnosis in Tears a catalyst for exploration into the inner workings of her own mind in a time when she can't trust it, but Richards also explores Brax's relationship with Benny ("she's like family") and with the mortality of those around him with the knowledge that he will go on when they're gone. the real bummer here is that Mr. Richards left Tears (intentionally?) open-ended, and Dave Stone came in and completely dropped the ball, both on plot and the character/relationship work.

(small aside: I do have a soft spot for Return to the Fractured Planet, despite being MASSIVELY salty about it. it could have been so much better than it was and resolved the Mary-Sue thing so much better tbh. imagine the insanity of having that book be in Benny's POV while she's PEAK unreliable narrator and literally dying. imagine if Brax had actually been involved at all and the interesting meta that could have existed.... we could have had it all, guys)

on the flipside of this, CC & co. not only consistently handled the physical, practical, mental and emotional AND spiritual implications of Scully's cancer throughout an arc that lasted for about a full half-season (including the next season's premiere), they also used it as an opportunity to show how her diagnosis affected her relationship with Mulder over time — he remembered her birthday and got her a gift for the first time only the year she was dying, and his priorities completely shifted from his previous all-consuming goal of discovering what had been done to his sister, to finding a miracle cure for Scully. that's... a lot better than the "are you sure you're okay?" / "shut up I'm fine" exchange between Brax and Benny in RTTFP*. not to mention that the outsider POV in Fractured Planet means that even when Benny is in a coma, we don't really get to know how Brax really feels about it — the POV character doesn't know him well enough or care, so it's irrelevant, which is... a disappointing writing choice, tbh, especially coming after how deeply he was affected by Benny's diagnosis in Tears.

*please note that there are several times that Mulder is overly concerned for Scully and she shuts him down, but in Fractured Planet that's the ONLY direct interaction about it between Benny and Brax???

idk I just think the similarities and differences are.... interesting?? and maybe the fact that, imo, The X-Files did the cancer arc very well, makes my disappointment and saltiness over RTTFP even worse lol. that's... actually kinda the reason I started watching TXF, so. figured I may as well rant about it a bit 😅

[artemiseamoon-ficart]

Under A Golden Sun

Read here: A03 link

Past Benny Miller x Female RC * | Omc Daniel Allan (fc: Aaron Taylor Johnson) x Female RC*

About: While living a dream life on a remote island in Australia, everything seems perfect. You have everything you could ever ask for, except your first love, Benny Miller.

Subscribe and follow on A03 * no crossposting to tumblr at this time, just previews on tumblr

Moodboards

* Options for reading

1. read as an OC

2. read as a female reader (any size, legal age of course, and any race) (aka RC which means reader character) RC was in Hs with Benny tho, so they are very close in age or same age.

OMC - Aaron is gorgeous either way, but I imagine his look from Savages, with his regular hair (still can't believe I sat through that whole damn movie way back just for two hot guys, oh my) in this, his character is a couple of years younger than Benny and RC.

Warnings: adult 18+ content, mentions of addicitons and drinking too much, depression and feeling directionless, lonliness and longing, sexual content, later on m/f/m dynamcs.

Note: there is weed smoked in this fic, and the consumption of alcohol. I am very aware many people do not do these things. So my advice, just read the RC as an OFC, that way something you don’t personally do wont be applied to you.

There are some Dirt Music nods in this story. But he’s not the lu character, he’s Benny.

[lilacs-stash]

Unorganized opinions/thoughts on Lego romance

Remember, these are my OPINIONS! You can like other things! I will block your ass if you try to start a war!

Rex, Emmet, and Wyldstyle are married. End of discussion. I don't really ship any of them with anyone else.

Mayhem probably had a crush on Lucy, but Lulu already has Ems and Rexy and isn't Interested in a third idiot. (Also I just don't like Sweet/style)

Batman and Wyldstyle are yuck, Queen and Batman are cute, Batgirl and Batman are okay?, Joker and Batman…I see the gay but it's not for me.

Yes Rex and Lucy love each other just as much as they love Emmet, why do I need to say this?

Medal beard also single, but the fun uncle to the others kids.

Badcop is aroace and doesn't have time for this.

I do ship Mayhem x Benny, but I have like, 5 different poly ships I like with them.

OC x Canon is fun! So Lucy has an ex gf named Rose in my AU, Rose is also Mayhem and Benny's wife.

Emmet and Rex are so funkin' gay for each other I can't-

Wyldstyle probably had a lot of ex boyfriends and girlfriends come to think of it.

Apparently Benny has a boyfriend named Lenny??? Idk what to do with this info.

Benny and Emmet and GCBC and Emmet make no sense. I'm sorry but they don't and it needs to be said.

Business doesn't deserve to be loved.

Vitruvius is our aromantic grandpa.

Emmet has like, only two thoughts, one is a double decker couch, and the other is “LUCY REX LUCY REX LUCY REX LUCY REX LU-”

[precious-little-scoundrel]

how has no one brought up benny talking her through it ok bye

Ok, a massive omission this is true..:and whatever “it” you meant dear anon, it all applies, he talks her through all of it, even when the it involves his mouth being engaged

[nikosasaki]

mara's mobile masterlist.

sorted alphabetically - fics that have been posted are linked.

Benny Bayford.

fandom; riverdale. love interest(s); Jughead Jones, Sweet Pea. fic; It's Only Right. face claim; timothée chalamet.

Blue Alvar.

fandom; fate the winx saga. love interest(s); Beatrix. fic; x. face claim; brianne tju.

Bram Marwood.

fandom; wednesday. love interest(s); Xavier Thorpe. fic; x. face claim; aidan gallagher.

Cassie Lewis

fandom; pjo. love interest(s); Luke Castellan. fic; x. face claim; sadie sink.

Camile L'Angevin.

fandom; gossip girl reboot. love interest(s); Obie Bergmann. fic; Rich Kids. face claim; talia ryder.

Cricket Cheng.

fandom; heartbreak high. love interest(s); Ant Vaughn & Spider White. fic; Little Bugs. face claim; lukita maxwell.

Dani Manhattan.

fandom; gen v. love interest(s); tba. fic; x. face claim; havana rose liu.

Drew Sato.

fandom; teen wolf. love interest(s); Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken. fic; Take Me Back. face claim; lyrica okano.

Dolores Till. 

fandom; the umbrella academy. love interest(s); Five Hargreeves. fic; Cherry Wine. face claim; raffey cassidy.

Felix St. Arthur. 

fandom; pjo. love interest(s); Matty Ellis. fic; - face claim; finn wolfhard.

Fletcher Hunt.

fandom; the hunger games. love interest(s); Julius Alexander. fic; x. face claim; george mackay.

Jos Franken.

fandom; shadow and bone. love interest(s); Malyen Oretsev. fic; The Gentleness That Comes. face claim; anya taylor-joy.

Jules Gardner. 

fandom; titans. love interest(s); Dick Grayson. fic; The Fall. face claim; erin moriarty.

Julius Alexander.

fandom; the hunger games. love interest(s); Fletcher Hunt. fic; x. face claim; drew starkey.

Jordan Hicks.

fandom; scream. love interest(s); Chad Meeks-Martin. fic; x face claim; peyton list.

Kate Simmons.

fandom; mcu. love interest(s); Peter Parker. fic; - face claim; kathryn newton.

Kit Macmillan.

fandom; the wilds. love interest(s); Kirin O'Conner. fic; - face claim; ella purnell.

Kyata Rin.

fandom; alice in borderland. love interest(s); Chishiya Shuntaro. fic; - face claim; sonoya mizuno.

Leo Clarke.

fandom; outer banks. love interest(s); JJ Maybank. fic; Pleaser. face claim; haley lu richardson.

Louisa Henderson.

fandom; stranger things. love interest(s); Steve Harrington. fic; - face claim; maddie hasson.

Luke Greco.

fandom; xo kitty. love interest(s); Minho. fic; - face claim; michael cimino.

Mack Tahau.

fandom; riverdale. love interest(s); Toni Topaz, Veronica Lodge. fic; It's Only Right. face claim; erana james.

Magpie Prescott.

fandom; hsmtmts. love interest(s); EJ Caswell. fic; Anyone Else (the jealousy series) faceclaim; chase sui wonders.

Margot Kipps.

fandom; lockwood & co love interest(s); Anthony Lockwood. fic; Hauntology. face claim; emilia jones.

Mathéo L'Angevin.

fandom; gossip girl reboot. love interest(s); Aki Menzies. fic; Rich Kids. faceclaim; jacob elordi.

Matty Ellis. 

fandom; pjo. love interest(s); Felix St. Arthur. fic; - face claim; riley lai nelet.

Newt Solis.

fandom; fate the winx saga. love interest(s); Riven. fic; Freefallverse face claim; archie renaux.

Nick Davis.

fandom; stranger things. love interest(s); Robin Buckley. fic; - face claim; olivia scott welch.

Oz Reynolds.

fandom; stranger things. love interest(s); Eddie Munson. fic; Never Going Back. face claim; mark mckenna.

Samir 'Tripwire' Walker.

fandom; peacemaker. love interest(s); Adrian Chase. fic; - face claim; avan jogia.

Skipper Munroe.

fandom; outer banks. love interest(s); JJ Maybank. fic; The Lighthouse. face claim; mike faist.

Sonia Parikh

fandom; lockwood & co love interest(s); Lucy Carlyle. fic; Hauntology. face claim; charithra chandran.

Stevie August.

fandom; julie and the phantoms. love interest(s); Reggie Peters. fic; Haunt Me. face claim; jenna ortega.

[lylefontanelle]

continuing this post: https://lylefontanelle.tumblr.com/post/656616814360641536/so-i-been-working-on-a-dragon-raja-x-genshin

Sibling

Johann Chu & Bennett

Johann probably saved Bennett from a horde of hillchurls and took him straight back to Mondstadt. Noticed how difficult the trip was but doesn't link it to Bennett;. Doesn't believe that Bennett is cursed with bad luck despite everything that happens around Bennett. Because of that, he’s the only other member in the Benny’s Adventure Team. At some point, Johann would start believing that Bennett is cursed but instead of leaving him, He’ll try to fix. Gonna fight all four winds and Barbatoes just to get it removed

Bennett would end up seeing Johann as cool older brother after he saved him. Gets really confused on why Johann doesn't believe he has bad luck but is happy that he can hang out without his bad luck ruining everything. Cried when Johann joined his team. 

They're a funny duo when it comes to commissions lol Bennett is overly excited about it and Johann is taking it so seriously like it's a life or death mission and not a food delivery.

“Its On Sight” Enemies:

MIng Z Lu & Xiao

I honestly dont need to explain this. Devil Vs Demon Hunter

The second Ming Z appears in Liyue, Xiao is right there and ready to kill him.

Places your bets on who will win

Reluctant Friends:

Finger Von Frings & Scaramouche

Tbh with y'all, this came to me when I drank coffee for the first time and couldn't sleep for hours. There were so many insane thoughts and this one is one of the more tamer ones

This friendship would happen under very specific circumstances. One of them being:

Finger faking being a fatui agent and get puts with Scaramouche. Finger doesn't understand why everyone is wishing him luck until he meets the guy. Scaramouche would absolutely hate Finger and make him do everything in hopes that he'll leave. But Finger can't leave due to his mission so he sticks around despite the constant insults, threats, and demands. So now Scaramouche is very confused because Finger has stayed around for the longest time and hasn't tried to leave. So after a few more days of confused Scaramouche watching Finger and realizing that he's not a bumbling idiot that's always hungry but a genius. They have their friendship moment happen either in Scaramouche’s office with some drinks or around the campfire when everyone is asleep.

Their dynamic wouldn't change too much, Scaramouche would still insult Finger and complaint about him, but very protective tho. Only he can call Finger a moron, anyone else who tries will perish 😊 Finger would give him a nickname is a part of the exclusive club “can touch Scaramouche’s hat without dying”. I thought this won't last long with Finger being undercover....

Probably the weirdest duo I ever made

Best friends:

MC & The Twins (Lumine & Aether)

(I'm using my character as a stand-in for the MC)

“Same Hat” “Same Hat” besties

Just two ppl that lost their family members and is now helping everyone and their problems.

The shared experience would help them be more open to each other. Both of them are willing to listen to the other rant or cry about their responsibilities.

A cute friendship where they have each other to reply whenever things get to them

Probably gonna do one or two more of these and that's it lol I'm just happy that ppl are enjoying this

[artemiseamoon]

Writer Wednesday Entries

Now that my masterlist is nice and clean, I’ve been organizing lists for easy finding. This is a list of all my entries for writer Wednesday hosted & created by autumnleaves1991-blog. These can be found on my masterlist as well, under the fandom.

🌺 fic, in progress

🌼 oneshot, drabble

The Joyous Delight of Pleasure | Ezra x f reader 🌼

Under the cover of darkness | Liam x f reader 🌼

Solatium | Ezra x Ofc 🌺

Bandits in the Wind | Ezra x ofc 🌺

Card game | Max Phillips x f reader x Veracruz 🌼

Simple Delights | Benny Miller x f reader 🌼

Solis Terra | Pero Tovar x ofc x Oberyn Soon!

+ Week 1 of Jey’s pride celebration

Opals & Sapphires | Ellaria x F reader 🌼

+ Week 2 of Jey’s pride celebration

A symbol of hope | Valkyrie x f reader 🌼

+ Week 3 for Jey’s Pride celebration

By Your Side | Fennec Shand x Black f reader 🌼

+ Week 4 for Jeys Pride celebration

The Calmness of Space | Nebula x f reader (mcu) 🌼

+ Week 5 for Jeys Pride celebration

TBA | Fennec Shand x WOC f reader 🌼

Promises | Will Miller x ofc 🌺

Solitude & Longing | Lu Fox x woc reader (Garrett Hedlund) 🌼

Not like me | Dave York x f reader 🌼

The Man In Black | Part of the Tell Me No Lies universe | Marcus Moreno x Supervillain OFC 🌺

Pancakes | Fennec Shand x F reader 🌼

The Note | Zach Wellison x reader (soon) 🌼

A date, really? | Billy x f curvy /plus size reader (skeleton twins) 🌼

…

New! @ writer-Wednesday page

Second chances | Marcus pike x f reader

Dreamland | Jay Castillo x f reader

The best gift | Ez Reyes x f reader

Untitled | Billy Russo x f reader

A little bit of hope 1 | Santi x f reader (ft the guys & another possible romantic pairing)

The real you | Jack Whiskey x f reader

Wrap party | ofc & Minx crew

Soft mornings | Santi x f reader / or read as OC

37 letters | Llewyn x ofc x Johnny five

Love on the green | Ezra x ofc

Let’s be rebels | Benny x GN reader

Vampire Frontier | Santi x ofc, Tf guys x ofc

No love too intimidating | F reader, bi Ezra & bi Poe

To catch a thief | The thief, ofc, Dieter Bravo

Cherry blossoms in Chicago | Carmen B x f reader

A03 - writer Wednesday list * ⬅️ (more)

I am no longer posting fics on tumblr, only previews. Read works on A03 now.

I think this is in order 🤔 if not, sorry about that. I’ll update this as works are written.

Masterlist

[mogaispice]

The mods and what we do!

Hello! We’re the mods at Mogai Spice and this is our little pinned post! We’re parts of a system, so please be patient with us!

The mods: -Moony (pronoun sets, name/pronoun validation) -Gordon (gender/sexuality/romanticity/name finding, name/pronoun validation) -Ben (gender/sexuality/romanticity coining, flag designing) -Benny (gender coining) -Jet (flag designing, name/pronoun finding) -Barney (name/pronoun validation and finding)

Barney: NAMES: Barney GENDERS: Man SEXUALITY/ROMANTICITY: Gay (bear) PRONOUNS: he/him

Gordon: NAMES:Gordon GENDERS: Masc-aligned nonbinary with some cosmoic alignments thrown in. (Stellar-aligned, Supernova-aligned) SEXUALITY/ROMANTICITY: Bi PRONOUNS: he/him, they/them, ey/em, pog/pogs (pog/pog/pogs/poggers/pogself)

Ben: NAMES: Benrey, Benbey GENDERS: - Horrorcosmium - Aliengender - Eldristellargender - Eldrigender - Agender - Masculine SEXUALITY/ROMANTICITY: Demisexual, demiromantic, gay PRONOUNS: - he/him/his/his/himself - they/them/their/theirs/themself - xey/xem/xeir/xeirs/xerself - xe/xen/xeno/xenos/xenoself

Benny: NAMES: Benny, Frog, Frogge GENDERS: froggender, quantum-aligned, void-aligned, nebula-aligned nonbinary (cosmoic alignments) SEXUALITY/ROMANTICITY:  PRONOUNS: he/they/it/frog

Jet: NAMES: Jet, Jet Fuel, Prince GENDERS: Transmasc demiboy turifemgender, princegender, princecoric, boycute, roseusboy, gendercute, mascqueer, laetium, hathosboy, princian, magicuic, prigothic, regalisgender, privillainic, royalteaic, prichandellic, priforetic, priroseic, pricandyic, priflirtic, prigameric, prialienic, pridecorakei, prikawaii, priharajuku, syllmelan, gendermoxie, cozyfemasc SEXUALITY/ROMANTICITY: Gay (femme) PRONOUNS: he/him/his/his/himself they/them/their/theirs/themself pri/prin/prins/prins/princeself 💫/💫/💫s/💫s/💫self 👑/👑/👑s/👑s/👑self

Moony: NAMES: Mooncake, Hollow, Nihil, Virus GENDERS: Nebula- and Lunar-aligned nonbinary (transmasc) SEXUALITY/ROMANTICITY: Pan PRONOUNS: he him his his himself they them their theirs themself exe exe exes exes exeself txt txt txts txts txtself ai ai ais ais aiself ai ain aier aiers aiself bit bit bits bits bitself pi pix pixes pixel pixelself bot bot bots bots botself er err errs errs errorself mid midi midis midis midiself ip ip ips ips ipself wi fi wifi wifis wifiself nov nova nova novas novaself sta star stars stars starself gal gala galax galaxy galaxyself lu lun luna lunas lunarself cae caer caers caers caerself ast aster astro astrum astroself x x xs xs xself ix ix ixs ixs ixself am ai amai amai amaiself sweet sweet sweets sweets sweetself nu null nulls nulls nullself cin cinna cinnas cinnas cinnaself cinn cinn cinns cinns cinnself vi vir virus virus viruself ni nihil nihils nihils nihilself vo voi voids voids voidself el stel stellar stellars stellarself astro astro astros astros astroself co code codes codes codeself gli glitch glitches glitches glitchself xi xim xis xis ximself ix ixen ixens ixens ixenself ano anom anoms anoms anomself 🥮 🥮 🥮s 🥮s 🥮self 🍡 🍡 🍡s 🍡s 🍡self 🩹 🩹 🩹s  🩹s  🩹self ☄️ ☄️ ☄️s  ☄️s ☄️self 💊 💊 💊s 💊s 💊self 💉 💉 💉s 💉s 💉self 🧠 🧠 🧠s 🧠s 🧠self 👾 👾 👾s 👾s 👾self 🥥 🥥 🥥s 🥥s 🥥self 🍒 🍒 🍒s 🍒s 🍒self 🍓 🍓 🍓s 🍓s 🍓self 🍑 🍑 🍑s 🍑s 🍑self 🍛 🍛 🍛s 🍛s 🍛self 🍣 🍣 🍣s 🍣s 🍣self 💿 💿 💿s 💿s 💿self 🍭 🍭 🍭s 🍭s 🍭self 🍫 🍫 🍫s 🍫s 🍫self 👽 👽 👽s 👽s 👽self 🤖 🤖 🤖s 🤖s 🤖self 🪐 🪐 🪐s 🪐s 🪐self 🌱 🌱 🌱s 🌱s 🌱self

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