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salt-warrior · 3 years

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prompt since I would never create original content: you’re bleeding. that’s a lot of blood. uh oh. but then nobody dies because obviously this is about kaider

I never actually did this lil prompt you left me, mostly because I was gonna do something spiteful with it but since it's your birthday (yesterday) I'll write you a lil shot because I love you. Also I took a strange angle with this but I think it works? Heh. Anyways, happiest of birthdays @cinderswrench<333

Some Fall More Than Others

Summary: Cinder gets into an accident and Kai helps with her wounds. (WC: 2.1k)

Warnings: Blood + pain.

The sound of a loud crash startled Kai from his work. He was at his desk in the office that connected to his quarters, port in hand, but dressed down to an old t-shirt and boxers as opposed to his stuffy emperor’s apparel. "What the..." he whispered, getting to his feet and walking toward the bedroom, picking up a heavy jar in case he needed a weapon. It was late at night— long past midnight. Cinder had gone to bed just half an hour ago, leaving him to finish reading through some documents.

His footsteps were careful— wary of whatever crash had sounded and what it might be. But when he entered his and Cinder’s bedroom, he discovered the bed to be empty of his wife. Fear prickled at the back of his mind, his heart picking up speed. He clutched the jar in his hand tighter.

“Cinder?” Kai called out, voice wavering with nerves. His eyes glanced over the room, landing on the light peeking through beneath the bathroom door. Kai released a great sigh, laughing at himself and his silliness. What had he thought? That someone had broken into the palace and kidnapped his wife? Absurd. No one could kidnap royalty in their own home. Er, at least no one that Kai wasn't either married to or close friends with.

Kai walked up to the door, hand up to knock, when he heard a steady stream of curse words flowing in a panicked tone. Fear gnawed at Kai’s insides once more. “Cinder,” Kai said, knuckles rattling against the door. “Are you okay?”

The curses stopped for a moment before she responded. “Uh, yeah,” Cinder said, not at all convincingly. “I’m fine. I just… fell.”

“Are you okay?” Kai asked, fingers twitching against the doorknob.

“Oh, I’m fine,” Cinder muttered, barely loud enough for Kai to hear her. He could picture her worrying at her bottom lip. Something was wrong. “I just, when I fell, I fell into the bathroom mirror.”

“Uh-huh,” Kai hummed, not following. He stared up at the ceiling, forgetting for a moment to breathe.

“And I broke the glass.”

Kai’s gaze dropped back to the door, as if he could somehow see through it— see her. “Cinder?” Kai’s voice came out almost as a squeak. “Cinder, are you okay?”

There was no response, but rather the sound of a heavy sigh and then— the door opened.

“You’re bleeding,” Kai said, rather stupidly, reaching out to touch Cinder’s arm before thinking better of himself. “That’s a lot of blood.” It sounded more like an accusation than anything else. “That’s a lot of blood, Cinder. Oh my stars, that’s a lot of blood.”

“I know,” Cinder said, her face pinching.

“I’ll call someone to come help.”

“No,” Cinder hissed, grabbing Kai’s arm with her cyborg hand. “No, Kai. It’s late, and I don’t want– I don’t want anyone seeing me like this.”

“Cinder, you’re bleeding everywhere. You might need stitches.”

“I don’t need stitches,” Cinder protested, cradling her bleeding arm against her chest. It was only then that Kai realized that her hair was wet and she was wearing only a towel. “It’s a superficial wound. Lots of blood, no depth. It’ll be fine. I just need help picking out the glass.”

“Cinder…”

"I'll call in an android to vacuum up the glass."

"That's not–"

“Please, Kai.”

Kai huffed. He hated calling on servants late at night just as much as she did, but her arm truly looked terrible, blood leaking all over her fingers and smearing the crisp whiteness of the towel.

“It’s really not as bad as it looks,” Cinder reaffirmed.

“You promise?” Kai asked, holding his hand out to her.

“I promise.”

“And if it’s worse than you think and needs stitches, you’ll let me call in a doctor?”

“Yes,” Cinder said through gritted teeth.

“Okay,” Kai sighed, shutting his eyes tight before leading Cinder over to the bathroom counter. She hopped up onto the marble top, wincing slightly as she held the injured arm against herself.

The bathroom was large and immaculate, just as most other rooms inside the palace. Everything was gold and white and bright, from the cabinets to the toilet. There was a bathtub large enough to classify as a small swimming pool accompanied by an exquisite rainfall shower. Kai could see the shattered glass on the floor by the shower and the red that stained the creamy floor.

Kai reached into the vanity drawer. The countertop was long, spanning the length of half the rampion, with only two sinks to interrupt all that space along with their own various hygiene products. He pulled out a pair of tweezers, then walked over to the linen closet and grabbed a couple towels. Finally, he extracted a small first aid kit from a drawer. He’d never kept one before marrying Cinder, but she had insisted that it was important to have, even if one always had a doctor on call.

“So what happened,” Kai asked. He laid a towel over Cinder’s lap, then he gently placed her right arm atop it, displaying the gashes in the flesh. He had the sudden urge to puke— he absolutely despised blood. But he withheld. This was Cinder, and he would do anything for her.

She was right; the wounds weren’t as bad as they appeared. The cuts weren’t very deep, but there was still glass lodged into her flesh and blood leaking slowly across her skin. He pulled up a chair and sat before her. His hands shook as he picked up the tweezers.

“I punched the mirror,” Cinder deadpanned. Kai glared at her. She averted her gaze. “Okay, I tripped,” Cinder conceded, glancing over at the scene of the crime. “I wasn’t paying attention and those new rugs are just— I don’t know. My toe caught on the edge and then the next thing I know I’m flying forward, and I just… I just hit the glass.”

Kai pulled out the first piece of glass and placed it on the counter beside Cinder. His stomach convulsed at the sight of the fresh blood that oozed through the skin.

“I feel so stupid,” Cinder mumbled.

“Hey.” Kai placed his hand to her cheek. Without thinking, her cyborg hand reached up to cover his own. “Everyone falls sometimes.”

“Or all the time.”

Kai rolled his eyes and continued his work. There was something almost satisfying about pulling the glass out of her skin, despite the way it made his insides boil. “Some just fall more than others,” Kai commented, tossing her a wink.

Cinder huffed, but a smile began to play at the edges of her mouth. “I bet you’ve never fallen in your life, Prince Perfect.”

“It’s Emperor Perfect, actually,” Kai corrected. He twisted her arm to the side, beginning on another gash. “And believe it or not, I have fallen before. But just the one time.”

“Ha-ha.” Cinder glared at him, but there was little venom in the look. “Okay, when was your moment of clutzery?”

Kai pulled out an especially large piece of glass and Cinder let out a little hiss. He carefully stroked the skin beside it, as if his caress could soothe her pain. “When I was ten,” Kai said, “I had to attend this banquet. There were some European diplomats visiting and they were very important for reasons that I can no longer remember.” Cinder laughed a little at this, despite the stinging pain of another piece of glass being relieved from her skin. “I was supposed to show them to the dining room because, of course, who doesn’t love a charming ten-year-old.” Kai batted his lashes.

“Did you trip while opening the door or something?” Cinder asked. “Because that’s not very embarrassing.”

“No, I did not,” Kai said, pulling the last piece of glass from her skin. Tiny shards rested on the counter in a small, bloody pile, the once reflective pieces now pink with Cinder’s blood. He began to pat at the small oozing gashes with a wet towel. “That would have been much preferable. No, I thought it would be cute if I pulled out this woman’s chair for her, you know. Be a proper gentleman. Who doesn’t love that?

“But when I pulled out the chair, I misjudged the weight of it somehow and whacked it into my shin.” Kai heaved a great sigh as he uncapped a tube of anti-infection cream. “And then, being the baby I was, I cried out, fell backwards, and accidentally rammed into the lady whose chair I had been pulling out. We toppled to the floor in a great heap and I very nearly bit clean through my tongue.”

A great laugh erupted out of Cinder, her whole body shaking with the movement, causing Kai to smear ointment across the length of her arm. He scowled, cheeks flaming red, but before too long, he was laughing along with her.

He’d never told anyone that story before, and thanks to the kindness of the European diplomats, it hadn’t gotten out. It was one of those moments that he would remember late at night and cringe over because it was just that painful. But watching Cinder laugh, head tossed back, all the pain from before abandoning her face, made Kai ready to tell her every humiliating moment of his life.

“That’s terrible,” Cinder wheezed, clutching at her stomach with her cyborg hand.

“It’s not quite tripping over a rug and into a mirror, but it was definitely not my proudest moment.” Kai began laying soft gauze over the top of her wounds, pressing them gently against the gashes. A lock of hair fell into his eyes as he focused on his work, but Cinder brushed it aside before he got the chance, her cool metal fingers lingering against his skin. All the laughter was gone, replaced instead by an almost reverent silence.

It was in moments like this one that Kai knew that Cinder was his everything. She was his sorrow, but also his joy. She was pain, but also relief. She was every storm accompanied by a rainbow, and every sunrise followed by sunset. She was the whole universe— without her, there really was no him. For she was the only star that glittered in his eyes, the only lullaby he could fall asleep to, the only bit of magic left in his lonely world.

“Hold still,” Kai whispered as he began to wrap the bandage around Cinder’s forearm. He was careful not to mess up his meticulous gauze job. He could feel Cinder watching him all the while, her fingers still playing the ends of his hair.

When he finished, folding the velcro end atop the bandage, he cradled the injured arm in both his hands, inspecting his work. Then, with the gentleness of a butterfly, he placed a soft kiss atop the bandage. He felt Cinder still, as if she were holding her breath.

“Is it better now?” Kai asked, still inspecting the offending arm.

“Much,” Cinder croaked.

Kai looked up, lashes fluttering as he caught Cinder’s stare. Her gaze burned with all the emotions within Kai’s heart, and he couldn’t help feeling as if he was levitating off the floor.

“I love you,” Cinder whispered, lips barely moving.

Kai’s eyes flicked between hers. “Love you too.”

Cinder placed her hands on either side of his face, cupping his cheeks in her hands. Damp strands of hair fell about her face, and Kai itched to tuck them behind her ears. Slowly, agonizingly, Cinder leaned down, pressing her lips to his forehead. “Thank you,” she whispered, but before he could respond, she placed her lips to his.

She kissed him in a way that made his chest feel hollow and full at the same time, as if there could never be enough of her, and yet she was all that existed. It was the strangest burning feeling, causing every nerve ending to tingle and every cell within him to cry out with joy. And when they broke apart, all his soul knew was her.

"Please don't fall again," Kai muttered, fingers tracing the textured bandage. "I don't like seeing you hurt."

"I'll try my very best," Cinder smirked. Then she kissed him once more, cutting off any argument from him— though he was definitely not complaining.

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alberivh · 3 years

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AHAHAHAHA IT IS I 🦜 NONNIE, HERE TO BRING ANGUISH /j

thinking about diluc with a happy go lucky reader who goes out on an expedition and never comes back,,,, this is.,,,, bad but here;

,,,,

“bye bye, diluc! i’ll see you tommorrow, kay?” your smile brightens the whole tavern, he places down the glass he was cleaning to come over to give you a quick hug.

“yeah… make sure you stay safe, i’ve heard about the knights really working you hard. are they really that inefficient? going out of their way to—” his rant is interrupted by you, giggling.

“aw, don’t blame it on them, cranky! it’s okay, i’m actually having a lot of fun, though it’s a real challenge!”

a tiny smile appears on his face. you, his s/o, perfectly brave, perfectly strong. he adored you.

“i… may not… i—” he stumbles over his words, “just stay safe, please.”

“alright! see you soon!”

…

it’s been days.

days since he’s heard from you.

where are you? he thinks, did you leave me? find someone more interesting?

he’s sitting alone, on a solemn chair, with his non-alcoholic drink barely touched. his hand moves to pick it up and drink from it, but he stops, the memory of you repeating in his head. the day that you left. the days that you both had.

where are you?

a simple call from a friend. kaeya walks in, holding a small piece of paper. he hands it to diluc.

my dearest love,

ah, i messed up a little! uh oh! it’s unfortunate to say, but i don’t think i’ll be able to come back tonight. or ever, actually, haha. it’s my fault anyway, we just had to run into an abyss herald!

please. forget me. you don’t have to remember me, i know you’ll only bring yourself down if you do — you’ll feel regret and sorrow. so just forget me, because i want you to be happy.

i’m sorry, i was careless. but, just remember that i love you, or loved you, i’m not sure? but hey ho! i’ve done some valiant work in getting information for the knights.

now, you may ask about this letter — how did i have time? well, turns out at the very least… the kind herald was soooo nice that he allowed a brief moment or so for me to write! (actually, i bought myself some time by hiding).

anyway, my time’s up. i’m sorry that i have to leave so soon. just know that you… i want you to be happy. so, please, live a good life!

— faithfully, (s/o)

diluc stares at the letter.

it’s stained with a crimson red.

his hard grip on the cup, the coarse paper.

he’s left alone again.

THIS MAKE ME SO HAPPY ILYSM FOR YOUR ANGST BRAINROTS <333

I like it how you make the readers seem so bright. Like the polar opposite from diluc himself. The fact it was kaeya who found the letter (and probably your corpse) and not diluc who sworn his life to be with you or so. Okay but i would analyze this a bit because i love detailing shits that are ‘not’ so implied (probably doesn’t get any implementation but its alright i think…BECAUSE ADDING SHITS ONTO ANGSTY WRITING IS THE BEST)

“anyways my time’s up” , oh more like your out of the energy and time to actually write again for diluc to read your last plea. Because, who are you compared to the strong almighty diluc who can survived from blood pressure to death..who are you other than his lover? Nothing? Exactly. “So please live a good life” and what if you’re the reason he has a good life? So when you left him…does it make any sorrow surrounding him? Oh sure it does, but those numbness he crumbled along when you were all over him. they are growing back to his backs, drowning to an endless hole of empty thoughts. Where are you? Are you worried? He search, he talks. I though you would stay. He fall. And to the things that once matter the most..you..where are your corpse, where are those remanence..i thought we promised to each other we’ll always be together. but heaven is a better place for me, diluc. Don’t you think it hurts to bleed…don’t you think saying goodbye hurts..? Of course..it hurts my dear. It hurts so much. And i wish you could hear me. Oh dear archons..are you trying to make him suffer now?

#alberivh interaction space #🦜 anon #alberivh’s anon <3

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olliedollie1204 · 4 years

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everything fits (1/8)- the meeting

Single father Patton is utterly devoted to his son Virgil. Recently divorced Logan is utterly devoted to his twin sons Remus and Roman. The pieces come together.

Pairings: Romantic Logicality

Word Count: 3,495

Tags: Single dad Patton and kid Virgil, Divorced Dads Logan and Janus and kids Roman and Remus (their split was mutual and their relationship is good)

listen y’all, i started this AU in January of this year, it is VERY near and dear to my heart, so even though it’s not finished i wanted to make myself happy and post what i have to hopefully motivate me to finish it <333

also a very late shoutout to @kanene-yaaay-o-retorno for reading a few chapters/oneshots for this AU... hm, six months ago? and giving me the best positive feedback i could’ve asked for. she’s a queen and a legend :D

(Read it on AO3!)

“Daddy?”

Patton woke up to two tiny hands pressing into his back. He blinked, fumbling for his glasses on his messy bedside table. As he pulled them on, blinking the sleep out of his eye, he couldn’t help but break into a large smile at the figure standing next to his bed.

Virgil was always small for his age, and the giant purple hoodie he insisted on sleeping in practically swallowed him in its soft, thick fabric. It made him look, in Patton’s professional dad opinion, even more adorable than he already was.

He had obviously just woken up— his dark hair was sticking out in all directions, and there was a small line across his cheek that Patton suspected was dried drool. His oversized hoodie sleeves idly swung by his sides. Patton would give almost anything to wake up to that sight everyday.

“G’morning, stormcloud,” he murmured, reaching out to stroke Virgil’s hair. “How did you sleep?”

“Um, good.” Patton frowned a little at the short response.

“What’s wrong, kiddo?”

The little boy gnawed on his lower lip— a nervous habit that Patton had never been able to get him to break.

“Um, um, um— I’m sorry I woke you up, but—”

“Hey, Virgil, what’s the sorry rule?” Patton interrupted, grabbing Virgil’s hands to pull him closer.

Virgil looked down at their clasped hands, their fingernails painted a matching shiny purple.

“Don’t say sorry unless something bad happened,” he recited. It was a highly oversimplified rule, but a seven year old could only handle so much nuance.

Patton nodded, leaning forward to plant a kiss on Virgil’s head. “That’s right, kiddo. Nothing bad happened, so no need to say sorry, right? And in a minute I’ll get dressed, and we can go make waffles for breakfast—”

“But that’s on Saturdays!” Virgil interrupted.

Patton frowned again. The words ‘it is Saturday’ were on the tip of his tongue, until something clicked in his sleep-addled brain and— oh, fuck.

“Oh, bother,” he said aloud. “It’s Friday, isn’t it?”

Virgil continued to chew on his lip, nodding. “I woke up and I went to the, the kitchen, and the clock— the big hand was on the nine and the little hand, the little hand was almost on the seven, and—”

6:45. Patton cursed internally again. Virgil was meant to be dropped off at school by 7:00, and although Patton was rarely on time, he was supposed to be at his first job by 7:30. So much for that.

“— so I came, I came in here to wake you up,” Virgil finished, looking at his dad with wide eyes.

Patton took this all in, sighing as he ran his fingers through Virgil’s messy hair.

“Well, it’s a good thing you did, kiddo,” he finally said, smiling softly. “Because somebody—”

He poked Virgil’s cheek, giving a little laugh when his son giggled and batted the finger away.

“—Needs to get to school, huh?”

Virgil eyes lit up, bouncing on his heels. “Dr. Picani said, he said, he said we’re gonna play with clay today!”

Patton gasped as he stood up, reluctantly letting go of Virgil’s hands to get to his closet.

“Oh my gosh, that’s gonna be so much fun!” he cheered, pulling out two polo shirts and holding them up for Virgil to see.

“Grey or blue?”

Virgil pondered, brow furrowed in concentration. “Blue,” he finally announced.

Patton grinned. “I was thinking the same thing,” he whispered with a wink. “Now how about you go get dressed— I’ll help you with your hair and teeth in a minute— and I’ll throw some bread in the toaster, and you can eat it on the way, okay, stormcloud?”

Virgil nodded. He started walking towards the door, but stopped, fiddling with his sleeves.

“Um—” he blurted. “Can I, can I have a hug, please?”

Patton melted a little at Virgil’s tiny voice.

“Aw, Virgey,” he cooed, “you never need to ask me that!”

He scooped Virgil up into his arms, pressing a wet kiss onto his cheek to make him giggle.

“Ew!” He squirmed in Patton’s grip, laughing maniacally. “Daddy!”

Patton laughed, setting Virgil down. “Now go get dressed, I’ll be with you in a minute.”

He straightened up and watched as Virgil left the room, his smile dropping almost immediately.

Of course he had to go and forget to set his alarm last night. Ever since Sunday night, when he had picked up a last-minute shift at the bar, Patton’s internal calendar had been thrown off by a day.

He ran a hand through his hair, sighing again as he picked up his phone. Today was not off to a great start.

“All good?” Patton asked, twisting around to check the seatbelt on Virgil’s booster seat once more. Virgil nodded, his mouth full of bread and jam.

“Okay, let’s hit the road!”

With that, Patton pulled onto the street a tad bit faster than he normally would, a ‘Best of Disney’ CD playing in the background.

Patton sang along, but his attention was not on the music. Rather, it was on his son, who was getting more and more fidgety the closer they got to the school.

At the next stoplight, Patton turned down the music, catching Virgil’s eye in the rearview mirror.

“Vibe check?” he asked. It was a silly joke, some meme Remy had started quoting that Patton had picked up without even really knowing what it meant, but it soon became his and Virgil’s code word for talking about scary stuff like feelings.

Virgil didn’t answer right away, but Patton was patient.

“I don’t… I don’t want people to look at me when I walk in,” Virgil eventually muttered, eyes on his lap. “‘Cause they’ll think it’s weird that I came in late.”

Patton’s heart sank.

“And… and what if I miss something important, and I won’t know how to catch up, and Dr. Picani will get mad at me—”

Virgil’s voice broke a little as the boy started sniffling.

“Oh, kiddo,” Patton murmured, reaching behind him to grab Virgil’s sticky hand. “Virgil, honey, can we take deep breaths?”

He inhaled loudly enough for Virgil to hear him, and after a few seconds the two exhaled together. They did this for a few breaths, in and out, in and out.

When Patton was confident Virgil wouldn’t start crying, he let go of his hand, bringing it safely back to the steering wheel.

“Are those all the bad things that could happen?”

Virgil nodded in dejection.

“What are the good things that could happen?”

Now the child paused. “Um, um, um, I don’t know.”

Patton thought for a moment. “Well… I think Kai will be pretty happy his best friend came to school, even if you’re late, right?”

He looked to Virgil for confirmation, and after a beat the boy nodded.

“And if you miss any classwork, then maybe Dr. Picani will let you go to the library during playtime to finish it.”

Virgil nodded again, a little more enthusiastically. He hated the chaos of playtime; children screaming and running around and roughhousing with each other— the library would be a welcome boon from all of that.

“And…” Patton racked his brain for a third example. “And you won’t have to listen to the morning announcements, ‘cause they already happened!” he finished triumphantly, knowing that the ancient speaker system was especially grating on Virgil’s ears.

“Plus, have you ever thought someone was weird, just because they came in the classroom late?” he continued. Virgil shook his head. “So I don’t think anyone will think you’re weird.”

Virgil hesitated. “I guess.”

Patton winced.

“I’m really sorry you feel nervous, kiddo,” he said softly. “And I’m sorry I put you in this position.”

Virgil looked up at him, eyes wide. “It’s okay,” he replied automatically.

Pattons smiled a little. “Are you saying that not to hurt my feelings?” he asked, kindly but sternly.

Virgil looked torn. “Well… I mean— I guess I mean I’m not mad at you, because everybody makes mistakes, and I love you.”

Patton gave a surprised laugh. “I love you, too,” he responded, once again thankful beyond words that Dr. Picani was teaching his son healthy ways to express complex feelings.

“It’s very kind of you to be considerate of my feelings,” he continued, pulling into the school parking lot. “But I’m your daddy, and it’s my job to take care of you. I made a mistake, and I’m sorry, and I’ll be double sure it’ll never happen again.”

He looked at Virgil in the rearview. “Can you forgive me?”

Virgil nodded, eyes wide. “I forgive you.”

Patton sighed, looking at his son with adoration. How he got such a great kid, he’ll never know.

As soon as he turned off the car, he hopped out to help Virgil unbuckle his seatbelt and get his backpack on. The young boy clambered out of the car, but made no move towards the large school building.

Patton knelt down to his eye level.

“Do you wanna walk in by yourself, or do you want me to come with you?”

Virgil fiddled with the string on his hoodie. “Aren’t you late for work?”

Patton paused, checking his watch. “Yeah,” he admitted. He always tried to be honest with Virgil when he could. “But I called my boss and told him what happened, so I won’t be in trouble.”

He wasn’t gonna get paid for the hour of work he was going to miss, but Virgil didn’t need to know all that.

“Plus,” he added in an encouraging tone, “you can show me that drawing you told me about? The one Dr. Picani put on the wall because it was so good?”

Virgil flushed a little at the praise. “He put everybody’s drawings on the wall, Daddy,” he insisted, but there was a small smile on his face now.

“Yeah, but I’ll bet there was only one person who thought to draw a robot shark and a sabertooth tiger being best friends. I mean, that’s so creative!”

Virgil shrugged, smiling down at his shoes. “I guess you can see it, if you wanna.”

Patton laughed and held out his hand. “Let’s go, kiddo.”

Hand in hand, the two made the long walk up to the building. As they got closer, Patton squeezed Virgil’s hand.

“What do we say to the door?” he asked— another little ritual between the two.

Virgil giggled, throwing his arms out in front of him like a wizard casting a spell. “Open sesame!”

Patton laughed as he grabbed the handle.

“Thank you, kiddo,” he said, and pulled.

The door stayed shut.

Patton frowned. He pushed it instead. Nothing.

Virgil lowered his arms. “What’s wrong, Daddy?”

“Nothing,” Patton hurried to say. He pulled again, then pushed again. “I think… I think it’s locked.”

Immediately Virgil’s smile dropped.

“Why is it locked?” he asked, a little bit of anxiety returning to his voice. Patton pulled the door yet again, but it stayed firmly shut.

“I don’t know, kiddo.” He scanned the wall for anything that would unlock the door. There was a keycard scanner on the metal doorframe, but Patton didn’t have a clue how to activate it.

He could sense Virgil was about to get upset again, and he rubbed a hand against his son’s shoulder.

“Okay, let’s take some deep breaths. We’ll get you into class, one way or another.”

“Why would they keep the stupid door locked?” Virgil demanded, and normally Patton would remind him to use nicer language, but to be honest, he was thinking words that were a fair bit harsher than ‘stupid’ at the moment. He didn’t look at his watch again, but he knew that he really didn’t have the time to wait around for someone to walk by the door.

He turned around, about to suggest they try to find another door to get into the building, but found himself face to face with… another pair of glasses?

He gasped, hand flying up to his chest as he stepped back from the figure who was suddenly in his personal space. The other man— tall, sharply dressed, with square framed glasses perched on his nose— looked appropriately guilty at Patton’s reaction.

“Apologies,” he commented in a clipped tone. “I was in a hurry and I did not realize you weren’t entering the door.”

Patton was having a little trouble bringing his focus away from the man’s deep blue eyes, until he felt Virgil squeeze his hand, bringing him back down to Earth.

“No worries!” he responded faux-cheerfully, as the blue-eyed man moved around him to approach the door. “We, uh, we think it’s locked.”

He paused, looking back at Patton as he pulled something out of his pocket. “I have a keycard.”

With one swift motion, he swiped the card, pulled on the door, and moved to the side, holding it open as he looked at Patton expectantly.

“Oh, um, thank you,” Patton stammered, gently pushing Virgil through the door in front of him. “Come on, Virgil.”

The two made their way into the hall, Virgil pulling Patton by the hand through the unfamiliar building.

“The office is over here,” he whispered, just loud enough for Patton to hear. Patton nodded, picking up his pace a little bit but still lagging behind Virgil.

They walked a few feet before a voice chimed in again.

“It’s a safety protocol.”

Patton turned in confusion, finding Blue Eyes walking nearly next to him with long, confident strides. He opened his mouth to ask for clarification before he realized that the man was not looking at him— he was looking at Virgil. Patton turned around just in time to see Virgil give the man a suspicious look.

“What?” Patton winced a little at his bluntness, but Blue Eyes seemed unbothered.

“You asked why they keep the door locked. It’s a safety protocol. It prevents unauthorized people from entering the school building during the day.”

Virgil frowned and curled in on himself. Patton waited two beats before realizing he wasn’t going to reply.

“Oh, yeah, that makes sense!” he jumped in, not wanting to be rude to the man, who turned his gaze onto him.

“Yes,” Blue Eyes replied after a moment, “although I suppose there should be some way for parents and visitors to enter the building without having to wait for someone with a keycard to happen by. I will be certain to address this in our next staff meeting.”

Patton blinked, a little bit unsure if the man was still really talking to him or just thinking aloud.

“Probably a good idea,” he replied anyway.

He suddenly felt himself jerk as Virgil turned a sharp corner, pulling him into a nearly identical hallway. Blue Eyes continued to walk with them, speeding up to keep pace with Patton.

Patton gave a sheepish smile. “We’re running a bit late,” he said by way of explanation.

“As am I,” Blue Eyes replied. “Almost ten years of teaching and this is the first time I’ve been late to work.”

Patton’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh! Well, I hope— I mean, obviously, I don’t want to keep you from your class, if that’s the reason you’re walking with us—”

He fumbled through the sentence, trying to politely let the man off the hook if he was already late for work, but he stopped himself as Blue Eyes shook his head.

“No, no, it’s nothing to do with you. I need to pick up some photocopies for my class from the main office. I would be going this way regardless,” he stated. Patton felt himself blush a little.

“Oh, okay. Good.”

The trio arrived at the office, again with the blue-eyed man holding the door open for Patton and Virgil. As soon as they were inside, Virgil bolted to the back of the office where the late entry sign-in sheet lay. Patton meandered towards him, but stopped when he heard the man clear his throat.

“After some… reflection,” he began with consideration, “I realize that my behavior might have seemed off putting, or perhaps even rude. I apologize.”

Patton blinked in surprise at the sincerity in the man’s voice. “No, are you kidding? You definitely saved our butts back there, getting the door and all. You’re my hero!” he joked, choosing to ignore the potential awkwardness of the statement.

Nevertheless, Blue Eyes smiled. “Well, then, you’re welcome.”

Again Patton expected that to be the end of the conversation, especially considering the man apparently needed to pick up some papers for his class, but Blue Eyes continued to look at him.

“Logan Croft,” he said suddenly, sticking out his hand. Patton was picking up on the man’s— Logan’s— tendency to jump between conversation points.

“Patton Hart,” he responded, shaking his hand. Logan’s grip was firm in his, and Patton became very aware of the jam residue Virgil had left on his palm.

Despite this, Logan made no move to pull away for a few more beats, eventually dropping his hand.

“How old is… Virgil?” Logan asked, eyes darting to the young boy again.

Patton smiled on reflex. “Seven.”

Logan seemed pleased with his answer. “Ah. A good age. Hopefully not too rebellious yet.”

“No, no, he’s a great kid,” Patton assured, laughing lightly. The two watched as Virgil stood on his tiptoes to fill out the sign-in sheet, his pencil gripped tight in his fist as he wrote his name in careful, blocky letters.

“Do you have any children?” Patton asked on a hunch. He smiled to himself as he saw Logan’s eyes light up. Bingo.

“Twin boys, age ten,” he replied in a voice full of pride.

Patton laughed again. “Oh, gosh!” That made a lot of sense, given how Logan was currently watching Virgil with a mix of amusement and nostalgia. “Twin preteen boys, that can’t be a walk in the park.”

“Yes, they can be… more than a handful at times,” Logan admitted. “My husband—”

He faltered for a brief moment.

“... My ex-husband handles their fluctuating emotional states much more delicately than I do,” he finished.

Patton knew not to comment on Logan’s slip up, or the change in his demeanor. Instead, he smiled softly.

“Well, you’ve been nothing but kind to me and Virge here,” he said, shrugging lightly. “So I reckon you’re probably a really great dad.”

Logan met his eyes again, giving him a smile that made Patton feel a little flushed. “Likewise.”

Patton felt a tugging at his hand again, causing him to look down.

“You ready, kiddo?” he asked. Virgil nodded, a tardy pass clutched in his fist.

Patton turned to face Logan again, but he wasn’t there. Confused, he looked around, just in time to see the other man duck into a back office space.

That was… surprisingly disappointing, but Patton couldn’t dwell on it. He turned his attention back to his son.

“Let’s get you to class, stormcloud,” he chirped briskly, moving them both towards the door. He had just started to push it open when he heard a voice behind them.

“Virgil?”

The two turned in sync. There was Logan, watching them from the doorway he disappeared through, a stack of papers in his arms.

“I like your hoodie,” he said.

Patton felt Virgil abruptly squeeze his hand tighter, a slight distraction from the way his own heart seemed to skip a beat. He smiled, opening his mouth to respond on his son’s behalf, and—

“Thank you!” Virgil replied.

Virgil… replied? To a stranger? Without Patton prompting? He felt his eyes bug out of his head, and he tried not to openly gawk at his son, who was— oh my Gosh. Virgil was smiling at Logan, and suddenly he raised the hand not holding onto Patton, and he waved!

Patton whipped his head back to Logan, watching in shock as he waved back at his son. He met Patton’s eyes, and his friendly smile turned into one of understanding. Patton couldn’t help but grin a little too wide as he waved as well, the two of them finally exiting the office as the door swung shut behind them.

“Daddy! He said, he, he said he liked my hoodie!” Virgil was practically jumping up and down. Patton didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or cry.

“I heard,” he finally managed, his smile somehow growing even wider as he added, “And you said thank you, just like you’re supposed to when someone compliments you! You did such a good job, kiddo, I’m so proud of you!”

Maybe he was making this into a bigger deal than it was, but Virgil was almost cripplingly shy when it came to strangers, especially grownups; and yet within five minutes with Logan, he had been able to smile and speak and even wave.

Patton changed his mind. This was one of the best mornings in his memory.

“Alright, kiddo,” he said, urging Virgil to pull him down the hall. “Lead the way!”

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #logicality #patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sander #roman sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #my writing #my posts #everything fits

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littleoddwriter · 4 years

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Maid | Roman Sionis x Victor Zsasz | ZsaszMask | Smut

"zsasz in a dress? zsasz in a dress. (bonus points if its one of those tiktok frilly maid dresses , this is a request if you want btw <333)" anon

summary; Roman wanted to put Victor in a skimpy maid dress, Victor can’t say ‘No’, and so some sexual shenanigans ensue.

notes; KINKS: Crossdressing; Maid Dress; minor Humiliation; Feminization (not too explicit, but Roman calls Victor “Missy”); Clothed Sex; Cleaning; Prey/Predator (for a moment); Begging; Embarrassment; Coming Untouched; Anal Fingering and Anal Sex; Dom/Sub. PWP; Smut; Lemon.

Pulling at the hem of the too short skirt, Victor lowered his head and bit his bottom lip, trying to will down the light pink flush that tried to make its way onto his cheeks. This was ridiculous! But he just couldn't fucking deny Roman anything, apparently. Hence, why he was wearing a skimpy maid dress Roman had custom made for him.

His scarred chest was shown off greatly, as the neckline was nowhere near his neck, but rather just barely covering his nipples. The skirt, of course, reached beneath where his genitals ended just so, not even long enough to be mid-thigh. In addition he was wearing white over knees and a frilly collar made of the same silky and lacy fabric as the dress. He was not wearing any underwear, though at least. Luckily, Roman spared him from wearing high heels, and let him wear some elegant looking shoes with a wide and one inch high heel instead.

Then Roman entered the bedroom, where Zsasz stood, having waited for him. His boss didn't just lie down on their huge bed, like he expected him to, but instead circled Victor like a predator would do to its prey. His gaze wandered up and down slowly, Zsasz could feel it all over him, as if it was burning itself into him. One leather-clad hand then found its way under the skimpy skirt and squeezed one of his ass cheeks, all of a sudden. Victor flinched slightly. He was completely out of it, a little too focused on Roman's eyes on him and the way he felt embarrassment course through his system at the knowledge of what he was wearing. He was Victor Zsasz, feared by anyone with half a brain cell; and yet, here he stood in a fucking porn-y maid dress at the mercy of his boss and partner, waiting to be ravished. It was humiliating, really.

"I'm tempted to make you clean the room first, before I fucking ruin you," Roman rasped into his ear, making him shiver slightly. Fuck.

"Boss, please!" Victor whined lowly. He wouldn't admit that it kind of turned him on to be made to actually clean something in this outfit before fucking, but he also just wanted to get out of this stupid dress.

"I really like it when you beg, you know? What do you think, baby, how long would it take to make you a pleading fucking mess before I even touch you properly, hm?"

Victor didn't even dignify that with an answer.

Apparently Roman didn't like that, he never did, and so Zsasz earned himself a slap to his ass, which Sionis just had a tight grip on, still. He jumped a little, startled. Shit, he usually wasn't so fucking jumpy around Roman.

"I expect an answer when I talk to you, Missy." Fuck, Roman really just went there, didn't he?

"I'm sorry, Boss. I-It wouldn't take long at all, sir," Zsasz replied dutifully, finally looking up at Roman with an apparent blush visible on his cheeks, as the other man just smirked down at him.

Without really knowing it, Victor really had taken on the role he was given by Roman and this stupid outfit, which he didn't think was that stupid anymore.

"Good! Why don't you go to the supply closet and get some of the bleach and the additional supplies you'd need then, hm? Don't forget the gloves of course," Sionis instructed him, patting his cheek condescendingly and then giving him a shove to get going. Smug bastard.

Zsasz went and did as he was told. When he came back, Roman had at least used the time to get out the lube already. That promised to earn him a good fuck in the end, at least.

"Well, there are some spots on the floor from one of our... little escapades. I can still see some of the blood shining right there," he pointed to a completely clean spot on the floor, "and there," again an entirely spotless one. Roman really liked this game, apparently.

"Of course, Boss," Victor muttered, kneeling down in front of the first spot.

He soaked the patch he was guided towards with some bleach and took the scrubber, scratching it back and forth over the spot, working in the bleach. To give Roman a show, as humiliating as it was, he arched his back and pushed out his ass, the skimpy dress not even covering up anything anymore, as he felt a cold breeze at his cheeks. Sionis gave an appreciative little hum. It made Victor flush with arousal, making him forget how embarrassed he should feel. He felt his cock stir.

He continued on like this with the next spot and the ones Roman suddenly found after. It was only a matter of time before either of them broke, although Zsasz knew it had to be him. Roman wanted him to beg, and so he would. He knew that Sionis was about to reach his limit, too though, as he was visibly straining his pants and his voice got deeper and rougher each time he guided him to a new spot. It turned Victor on to no end, so he finally gave in, hard and aching, dripping against the skirt that covered his hard cock.

"Boss, please! Please, I fucking can't wait anymore, please. Use me, Boss, please use me!" Zsasz pleaded, sounding as breathless and desperate as he felt. He wished it was only an act.

Roman growled, which made Victor moan breathily, and then he stepped towards him, looming over him. "Put the supplies away and then go kneel on the bed, all fours, 'kay?" Roman rasped huskily.

Shit, Victor was so far gone. His mouth watered at the sight of Roman's hard cock straining against his expensive pants, a wet spot having formed where his head was; and the husky command could have made him come on the spot.

"Yes, Boss," Victor said, or rather whimpered, and then gathered the supplies he'd used together and brought them back to where he'd found them, in a rush.

When he came back, Roman stood beside the bed, waiting there with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Quickly, Victor got rid of his shoes because he knew Roman didn't tolerate that, no matter what, and positioned himself on the bed on all fours, like he was told to. Eagerly, he arched his back again, his chest almost touching the mattress, as he pushed out his ass again, the skirt flipping over to reveal him even further. He could hear Roman's breath catch. It made him smirk.

Then the mattress dipped, as Roman put his knees on it and shuffled behind him, wrapping his, now bare, hands around his hips in a bruising grip. Roman pushed his crotch against Victor's ass, pressing the clothed outline of his cock against him. Moaning, Zsasz pushed back against him. "Please," he whined.

"Tell me how much you want my cock, Missy, then maybe I'll have mercy on you, 'kay?" Roman rasped, running his hands and nails over Victor's sides and thighs, making him shiver with arousal.

"Fuck, Boss, please! I need you- please, I want your big fat fucking cock inside of me, now! Please!"

Sionis groaned, pressing against him hard, before he shifted away, leaning over to grab the lube. He squirted a generous amount on his fingers, warming it up a little, and then inserted his index finger roughly into Victor. With a guttural moan, Zsasz pressed back into it, taking it in as deep as it would go.

Roman made quick work of preparation, thrusting in his, then, three fingers quickly and roughly, until he deemed Victor open enough to handle his cock.

Zsasz heard Roman use a tissue to clean up his hand, and then the sound of his zipper rang through the room. A moment later, Roman's slick cock head nudged against Victor's glistening hole. Slowly at first, Sionis pressed inside. When his head was in, he roughly shoved in almost his entire length, as Victor could only moan deeply and press back into him.

"Fuck, Boss, yes!" he moaned.

Roman patted his hip and then gripped them in a bruising grip once more, pulling back and then pushing back in hard, deeper than before. He repeated that until he's built up a quick, rough rhythm that made both of them moan and groan loudly, without a care in the world.

"You have, ah, no fucking idea, fuck, how fucking sexy you look in this, mh, stupid fucking dress!" Roman groaned mid thrusts and moans.

Victor couldn't really form any sentences, let alone words, anymore, so he just moaned some kind of agreement. It seemed to be good enough for Roman, though, as he kept thrusting inside of him hard, always pushing him further into the mattress, making the skirt flutter with it. Every thrust into him, Victor could feel Roman's pants against his naked thighs. It was intoxicating how Sionis was just as desperate as him, so that he hadn't even undressed.

With a precision like no other, Roman also always hit Victor's sweet spot, making him see stars and moan as loudly as he could, his voice already hoarse and broken. "Come on my cock, baby," Roman commanded eventually.

Victor came on the spot, twitching, clenching around Roman, and moaning so brokenly, as he ruined the inside of the skirt with his come. Roman followed quickly, groaning and pushing inside one last time before he pulsed inside of him, painting his insides with his sticky, warm release.

Not too long after, Roman pulled out and sat back on his heels, panting. Victor collapsed flat onto the mattress, completely fucked out, breathing rapidly. "Fuck," he groaned.

"Whoo! I don't think I've had such a good fuck in a while!" Roman exclaimed, clapping his hands together, his smirk audible to Victor.

"Hmmm, agreed, Boss," Victor mumbled into the mattress.

Fucking was always great with each other, they knew what each of them needed and wanted, what got them off best; but neither of them could deny that this really was one of the best things they've done so far.

#tw kink #tw humiliation #tw feminization #lemon fic #smut fanfiction #roman sionis #victor zsasz #zsaszmask #roman sionis fanfiction #victor zsasz fanfiction #zsaszmask fanfiction

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sukisdeliveryservice · 3 years

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hi ash! sorry that im a little late, ive been a bit preoccupied these few days, but im glad you like talking to me :D i rly like talking to you too <3 i appreciate that you put so much effort into answering everything T-T i do have discord actually! id love to continue talking over there after this :D also this is crazy long so dont rush yourself sjhdjdjd

if you want any nct music recs in the future you can come to me 😌 i really love hello future!! i say this about every title track during every comeback but its really my favourite one right now!

YOU PLAYED DRUMS?? thats so cool :O ive always found drummers rly attractive sjshjehdjsh

the have i evers :

i have never! been to a concert, ive just never had the chance :/

i have! sneaked out, but it was with the help of my mum where my dad didn't know lmao ehejenjdhen

i have! gone through both a one direction and bts phase. 1D came first and it lasted for almost half a year i believe? and i discovered bts in 2018 thanks to my friend, but i started exploring and eventually drifted apart from them in early 2020. jungkook still has a special place in my heart tho :))

i have! had a irl crush actually :'D he actually knew i liked him but did nothing at all and we remained pretty good friends, but he stopped talking to me about over a year ago, and i lowkey don't wanna admit it but i miss him sometimes :')

i have! pets. i have 3 dogs and a cat currently, and i have 6 other unofficial dogs and a idk how many fish which are at my grandma's side :DD

i have! performed in front of a crowd, i was in a storytelling competition when i was 9 and 10, and then i learned to play the erhu when i was 12 and performed a few times :))

i have! fic wise, i also love by-moonflowers fics sm! T^T i read her tokyo ghoul au and i actually didn't have a clue what tokyo ghoul was, i looked it up on wikipedia before reading it djbfkdhdjd and her exes confront each other series was really amazing too. and im rambling but her jeonghan magic au, all the stars we steal, that was probably the first fic of her's i read and it hit something in me and i really wish i could read it again like it was the first time 😔 i really loved it sm. book wise, i will never forget jodi picoult's small great things. and also like any book reader, ps. i love you is definitely a favourite of mine :') it was so touching and i just genuinely really love that story.

i have! there's quite a lot of moments like that, but this one where i went on vacation in the mountains? we stayed at a very nice place. on the first day i was really tired so i slept til the evening, and when i woke up it was drizzling and there's was quite a breeze, so i sat in front of the open door of my room. in front was a swimming pool so i just put on some music and watched the rain drop into the pool. it was the most relaxed i had felt in a while and i wish i could go back :')

i would say i have! when we can talk anon off i'll tell you which one, but i really enjoyed writing this one drabble/oneshot and im glad other people seemed to like it as well :DD

and ofc i have! i met seventeen when i was pretty down, and i treasure them the most now. they helped me through a lot and really changed me and im really grateful to them

i wanna know your answers to these too! so, have you ever

been to a place/been in a particular mood after a specific event that you wanted to stay in forever?

written a piece of work that sparked energy within your fingertips?

met a person/have someone in your life who you now just treasure so deeply?

the next mission is out dkhdkdhfj but i'll continue for now, would you rather (pls dont hate me after this)

only listen to seventeen or txt forever

spend a week with soobin or chan

only eat bingsu or only watch 1 studio ghibli films for the rest of your life

sign with sm or yg or jyp

know how to play every single instrument or speak language in the world

be a master at something you love (singing, dancing, writing, that kinda thing) or something unique (like having a photographic memory or like ice carving? or even mouth reading)

i also suddenly remembered, but knitting is also one of my many hobbies :D

- 💎 anon loves you and wishes you a good day!

you can reply whenever you are ready anon. it excites me that we've been having a steady back and forth but sometimes life happens and you should definitely prioritize any other responsibilities you have!! i'll always be here 😌 knitting is a fun hobby anon!! i used to do that and crochet a lot too ,,, i should get back to it. what do you make?

before i go ahead and answer these can i just say how much i love that you personalized it?? that really means a lot to me <3 anyways~ here we go!! when we get to turn off anon i would love to hear some nct recs!! most of my irl kpop friends ult them and i'd love to get to know more!! and discord would probably be the best way to share because the asks just get longer and longer LOL (i love them)

drums yes!! i've been told that i look like i'd play the piano instead bahaha but i think drums are pretty neat :3 i also saw this person ask huening kai about band txt and he said soobin would play the drums :O need i say more?

thank you for your answers!! we definitely gotta talk more about them once we can chat on discord!! i loved reading them and they were just so lovely <333 for the last 3:

i don't think so? i have yet to be in a moment where i am completely lost in the energy - but the closest i've been to that level of peace would be the late nights where i'm playing my favourite music and about to drift off to sleep. i feel almost content, and sometimes wish i could stay in my dreams forever :3

my very first fic!! flights and feelings - i was writing it on a whim at 2 am? and i wasn't planning on posting it until i did randomly and now i am a tumblr writer :O

seventeen like you said! i don't think i would have made it through the rest of high school without them, and as of now they've been one of the things keeping me going :)

the next mission is out owo playlist making do i see? anyways onto these first!! how dare you write these anon my head is SPINNING

only listen to seventeen or txt forever ...seventeen, they're my ults!! but also because they have more music released atm, we have yet to see the amazing things txt have planned!! i wouldn't be surprised if i start ulting txt in the future as well :3 i...bought 3 of their albums a few days ago

spend a week with soobin or chan // WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THIS ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE ME A HEADACHE (moots please look away) soobin <3 i love them both very much but i think soobin and i will vibe more maybe it's my delusions THEY'RE BOTH MY ULTS and i'm scared of talking to both D: but soobin is slightly younger than chan so that's why i think he'd be easier to talk to T_T the thought of spending a week with soobin makes my head spin

only eat bingsu or only watch 1 studio ghibli films for the rest of your life // bingsu!! i would not mind that one bit :3

sign with sm or yg or jyp // as someone who is a terrible singer and dancer, i would not survive in either of these companies. however, under the assumption that i can do these things, i would say... jyp. i don't think there's an entertainment company that treats their idols completely right but out of these 3 i feel like i'd cry less in jyp. is kq entertainment an option? idk all the details but they seem to treat ateez okay, or maybe IU's company...again i don't know all the deets

know how to play every single instrument or speak language in the world // speak every language in the world!! it upsets me everyday that i'm not close to my culture because of this :(

be a master at something you love (singing, dancing, writing, that kinda thing) or something unique (like having a photographic memory or like ice carving? or even mouth reading) // i'd say maybe something unique!! it's kind of thrilling to always be looking for ways to improve on something you love <3 so i'd go with something unique...a photographic memory would be very helpful for studying!! but maybe i'd like to have a talent in making people smile!!

thank you for these questions anon!! i'm heading out to work now but i'd love to write you some more would you rathers later on :) i should have packed more questions into this reply but i really gotta go now sorry :( so instead just tell me how are you!! also i would like to know your answers to these ones!! you are very creative with these btw :3

which of your biases would you want to spend a week with?

what food would you be okay with eating for the rest of your life?

would you rather:

sign with sm, yg or jyp?

know how to play every single instrument or speak language in the world?

be a master at something you love or something unique?

#💎#have an amazing day as well anon!#i was supposed to answer this last night but uh...something came up #when i get to speak to you properly i may or may not enlighten you on what that was #its nothing than what you think it is LOL #love & letter 💌

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beryul-blog · 7 years

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so i’ve reached a milestone . ive loved luke ever since i first watched the movies when i was seven years old and??????honestly my love for him hasn’t changed????? having said that , my love and understanding for his character would not have been where it is now without you guys. im just so grateful and balled over at the talent , creativity , and passion of everyone i follow and idk expressing emotions is not my strong suit so uhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhh ilu<333 im way too adh.d for this i stg ZOOM ZOO M TO THE SPECIAL MENT I O N S

THE BLUE MILK ( the duplicates --- some id consider friends )

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@lightswept : riceeeeee. honestly how can anyone ever hate you???? we havent been talking for v long but omgskdnf you are so sweet and lovely and u deserve The World????? haters need to back tf up bc u are so Pu re. and ur also really attentive????? your writing is just so fluent and honestly??a full course meal. remember that i love and appreciate you and thats NEVER going to change<333 if u ever need to talk, i am always here even tho im shit at advice i will send u metaphorical cake and hugs xoxo

@hopegave : mY ITALIAN BEAN. look at us europeans yesiknowbrexit, awake when all the ‘muricans are sleep i n g asljdaksl ur honestly adorable??????like i cant even begin?????on the group chat youre so enthusiastic and capiTAL LETTERS and asjaklsdlka so Pu re??? and both of us gushing about snow ??????? iconic, truly. you, being the first person to call ne w york hoth????? also iconic. ITALY IS ONE OF MY FAV PLACES ON EARTH I GO THERE A LOT IN THE SUMMERASFJHSD b U T thats off topic. what i need to say is that ilu and ur enthusias m and friendliness and yeah?????? stay awesome

@dualsuns : LIAM IDK WHY IM TELLING U THIS BUT WHENEVER I THINK OF U I THINK OF WINE??????? m aybe its bc ur prose is so damn sophistica t e d????? its so fluent and makes s o much sense???? ur so good at narrating lukes thoughts its so obvious you have this amazing understanding of his character its !!!!!!!! and i seriously admire that/? like your voice is uhhh h on point . i can tell you take this seriously and care so much about luke (boi me too) and it shows???? in all ur hcs and ooc posts its all backe d up with quotes, love and analysis like damnnnnnnnn. i know ive only really interacted w you a couple of times in passing but id love to more????? ur amazing everythings amazing wow<3

@didntturn : hmm mMMMM Mm kylie. have we ever spoken????? i dont think so. i just admire u from afar :’) g U RL first of all ur hilarious???? idk i think we’ve got a similar sense of humour aklsdnanm its very british. also ur hcs t a KE MY BREATH AWAY. so muc h detail and love????? u clearly have a deep understanding of luke only us mere mortals can d REA M of<3 hope we can start talking bc i uhhhh adore ur characterisation and id love to discuss????? idk im gushinggggggg

THESE ARE ONLY SOME DUPLICATES I COULD GUSH ABOUT EVERY SINGLE ONE OF U UNTIL THE DAY I DI E

THE DROIDS ( mah main cretins )

@guiltslut : yh idk who u ar e :/ j K BINCH IK UR WENDO!!!!! mah main cretin :’) youve been by my side for 8 months (or was it seven???? i cant rememberasdkajsdk) which is an,, ,, , achievement. your writing is tasty af and ur enthusiasm unparalleled. i will always love and appreciate you<3

@smuglr : i have to put u on here bc we’ve known each other for over a year and thats kinda mcCrazy??? im sorry i havent kept in touch as much as i probably should have, but im more sorry for making u think i was on bath salts when i was quoting bad lip reading :/ honestly ever since the beginning ive admired ur prose so much???? its so good and attentive and poetic and fluent i just???? could gush about it all weak tbhhhhhh your graphics and aethetics are also ?????? amazing?????? im so happy that i know u and even after all this time i still love and appreciate u<33 Stay groovy mah frond

@primdoe : sO ik i havent known u for very long at all n this is probably like?????? a lil Extra?????? but im already in love. i could gush about ur oc for Yonks and just how passionate and attentive you are to her????? shes so detailed and cared about by many and you inspire me to put more detail into my own ocs askdjasmnd???? ur graphics and ps skills are just????? they water my crops honestly???? and the fact that you gave me one of your psds is the sweetest ilu??

SPACE SHIPS ( the i-admire-from-afar-but-also-interracted-with-in-the-ims-and-loVING IT-so-far-even-tho-im-shit-at-replying???? category )

@aequitia , @astrmech , @awokeforce , @baelnc , @deadlymarch , @elanere , @hopehrt , @rystolo , @scintist , @sunworn .

SUNSETS ( the i admire and havent interacted with yet *__* )

@dynste , @entropiet , @ersoic , @flypulse , @forcebled , @galasymph , @greysistance , @jaigsight , @midlapse , @tiefighting , @resistijo , @roseared , @starkniight , @theforcetm , @rotichor , @scorpyre .

#ik ive missed a to n #b U T if ur my mutual then #hmu :*#this too k me all da y #but i need everyone to know that yall water my harvest<3 #✫ * . THIS IS THE DOLLAR STORE . HOW GOOD CAN IT BE ? / * OUT .

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[ OMFG I COUNTED, THATS TWENTY. ILY ANON BUT ALSO NOW THIS POST WILL BE HELLA LONG SO THIS WILL BE PLACED UNDER THE CUT AFTER LIKE MAYBE THREE URLS. IF YOURE TAGGED AND YOURE HAVING DIFFICULTIES FINDING YOUR URL, REMEMBER CTRL + F!! SO ARE YOU READY???? NO?? OKAY, HERE WE GO!!!

[ @wildchildfreecs - pssh, im so so happy to know that you like gon so much bc i, too, would also die for gon freecss. and i also really really relate to shoot in that one scene like??? ME TOO MAN, I CRY. I JUST WANNA LIKE SHOW MY SON TO EVERYONE. also i love your shitposting a lot even if i dont participate in it?? and oh, did i say that i love your gon???

[ @killuaslightning - kai, you are literally so patient and nice to me im like super effing thankful like wOW. im so happy you like angst so much bc i do too?? and at this point i think we have like maybe 20 threads but i love each of them a lot, even if im… slow orz. also the fact that we have so many angst also makes it even worse when we have fluff like Bound By Words bc your reply literally killed me with like two effing sentences. anyway, ily kai and you’re super sweet and aaaaaaaa

[ @jokerhand - cerise, we don’t talk a lot but i love your hisoka a lot?? he’s so ic – the right mix of predatory and animalistic?? and and!! i also love your writing in general. it flows really well and its super easy to read and even outside of writing, you’re also a super nice person too???

[ @cookiethumpr - i can only tag this blog bc i dont remember your other urls ( omFG, dont kill me? ) we’ve barely talked and have zero interaction but i laugh a lot bc of your messages on discord, and in general i just really like julianna and your writing style too?? its uhm, i cant word but it’s kinda like soft and quiet and i just love it a lot okay ;;;

[ @viincula - aaaaa you!!!! are super nice and sweet??? i still suck at conversations so im sorry i end up replying late and all but i really like talking to you! we havent interacted at all either but your kurapika is so on point from what i see??? *blows kisses at ur portrayal tbh*

[ @memorarane - oh boi, we havent interacted on here, but like! we had a tiny thread over at my baise blog and honestly that was super great as short as it was? i love your paku. she looks so emotionless but she really cares and i wanna cry and like?? your portrayal is so good in that aspect im?? maybe one day we can interact more haha

[ @rebelliouszoldyck - we!! have not interacted before but from your replies i really like your portrayal of killua!! he’s such a little shit and i think your portrayal is so on point??? i laughed a lot seeing the responses, so ty so much for coming back to rp him!! hopefully we’ll get to rp??

[ @izuru-ru - i have already said that i dont know a thing about bleach, but like?? bruh i just really love your replies and he’s so awkward and adorable?? i can tell how much you like him and it in turn really made me want to rp with you so im glad we’re rping now, even if im extremely slow ^^”’

[ @nisenokumo - im so glad you decided to come back to rp hisoka!! i mean you’re off on a trip and such rn but the fact that you came back for a bit makes me really happy bc your hisoka is goals?? his slight burns are so great to read and you are also super nice?? we dont talk a lot but its always fun(?) when we do!!

[ @ghostlywriterneon - oh gosh, where do i start… i really love your neon??? neon is a bratty little kid but i still really like her a lot and to have a rper write her well makes me really happy bc not a lot of people like her (understandable) but i didnt expect a neon!! so im like, super glad that you’re still rping her even now!

[ @voiice-ss - oh boyy, i fkn love hiromi??? we maybe interacted for a few replies but i really really like her from what we have and also your interactions with the others?? she’s so playful and mean to gon but that really makes for super fun interactions, and i think its hard for a rp to become stale bc of hiromi’s personality, so im really happy that we are interacting!!!

[ @botanicorum - HI UM, we havent interacted ever before, but ive seen your rps and i really love how you write kite!! especially chimera ant!kite?? i laughed and got kinda emotional with kite’s r/s with colt ;;;; so uhm, im kinda a shy but anyway i love your kites shagkjaahfks

[ @paradise-x-hunter - aaaa, i know you’re maybe insecure about jordyn but i really like her??? your rps with six is also amazing??? like i really feel her emotions in the thread and like!! your writing is super good and the fact that you draw your icons yourself is also really amazing?? esp since i have zero artistic ability ;;

[ @abrupt-extinction - ashfisahgjadgk idk if you’ll see this but i love our rps together??? the fact that both of our muses start questioning the fashion choices together and i think you’re a really nice person and i also love your shitposting and salt ;;

[ @eyesofcuriosity - aaa hi, we havent interacted all that much yet but Nessa is super sweet as a character and i can already tell that they’ll be adorable together. im so sorry for my slow speed and super grateful to how understanding you are but im really looking forward to seeing how much our muses’ r/s will develop!!

[ @earthsno1champ - aaaaa idk why our rps keep dropping (is it me, did i lose the thread idkidk) but even tho i dont watch any dbz, i really love your portrayal?? your rps and everything are super fun to read/write with and you, the mun, seems like a really sweet person behind it too?? tysm for reaching out to me first bc?? if you didnt i probably wont either cos im a lot less proactive when its fandoms im not familiar with ;;

[ @etherealassassin - I MEAN WE LITERALLY FIRST INTERACTED LIKE AN HOUR AGO but i really like your portrayal of killua, aND THOSE EDITS OH MY GOD. the lenny face and taco on killua’s face, i will never forget it now shfiahgjakdgj but your killua is adorable and??? tbh i always wanted to interact with you so im really glad youre back now!!

[ @ofdaggerisms - lmao cal, idk if you’ll see this but the Time Has Come for me to talk about how much i love jack. as expected from the angst lord, the thread that i thought would be cute became angsty but that’s fine. ;;; jack is effing adorable and i really like the way you write!

[ @rosewhxp - UM HELLO, i dont think we’ve interacted and i think youre busy with things too?? but even tho i havent finish watching yyh, i really like your kurama?? and your writing is really good too?? its really pretty too just like kurama ashiadkghjakjs

[ @the-crimson-haired-princess - hello again!! ahsiajgiadkhiasjf um, i want to thank you for willing to interact with gon despite the fact that you dont know hxh (at least i dont think you do?) but you’re super open about it and i really like yona and the way you write her so the fact that you’re willing to interact makes me super thankful!

#anon #;;inbox!#;;ooc || out of energy!#[ dID YOU THINK I WAS GOING TO RUN OUT OF NAMES???]#[ HA NO WAY ]#[ i am exhausted tho so shIT??? ]

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