#Love them forever and ever amen

[manybcdthings]

apartment viewing

felix ranstrom and isabella belcourt @rviner

Felix spotted Bella's head of curls as she chatted to the agent on the sidewalk across the road, biding his time for the perfect moment to cross. He'd be lying if he claimed he didn't visit his mother before the viewing appointment on purpose. He knew he'd need a dose of positivity after a session of entrapment with Agneta. But that was the kicker, he always underestimated how his mother could warp time. It was as if the Ranstrom house itself was a portal where past and present coexisted. Regardless of a time portal, an emotionally manipulative mother or a Ranstromen curse- entrapment meant Felix was late.

Once he joined Bella, he exchanged quick, polite words with the agent before letting them take the lead. His arm slid around Bella and he pressed a quick, apologetic kiss to her temple. "Sorry, that was..." He didn’t need to elaborate and instead gave her a knowing glance. "Well, you know. I’ll tell you later." Felix added, waving his free hand as they followed the realtor. "But she did raise a few good points." not that he'd say as such and compliment his mother to her face. "We should probably ask when to post the announcement. I didn’t even think about how it might blow up because of the movie." he mumbled.

As the realtor rattled off the building's impressive features, Felix's mind straddled two timelines, past and present. A slight frown creased his face as his thoughts wrestled between the two eras. His unfolding future with Bella and the regurgitated trauma of his childhood. He forced himself to be present, even if he quickly noticed the realtor had one of those accents where everything sounded like a question. Felix stopped himself from groaning, and from rolling his eyes and instead glanced to Bella again as they walked. It took him about three seconds after that to know that his Belcourt witch hated everything about the place yet was engaging with enthusasism to the realtor's spiel. "Have we ever discussed about how fast the lines blur between actor and liar?" he whispered teasingly as they continued through the building.

[franeridan]

ace's death might be the biggest thing fans regularly retcon in op fanworks and that's probably because ace is one of the most loved characters in the whole series but i was thinking that a huge part of why people can't just accept that it was a necessary evil and move on is that ace died without ever knowing sabo was alive and sabo got his memories back only after it was too late to do anything about them re: ace. by people I mean me. I find that unacceptable.

[tunastime]

Dog in the Nighttime

in which there is a moment of concern right before the end of the world. or, Martyn and Jimmy have a quiet night. Which doesn't often happen for brothers, does it? (2393 words) (read it on ao3!)

Jimmy takes a while to get home, one night. He doesn’t mean to. He gets side-tracked. It’s just easy to—it’s easy when people are chatting, and nobody thinks you're a threat, and nobody sees that your name is red and thinks that it means you’ll kill at any provocation. People still talk to you, and they still giggle, and sometimes, just sometimes, they tell you to be careful. They ask you how many hearts you have left. They get, for a brief moment, a look of pity, of shame. Something makes Jimmy wonder if they wished they could give out any extra hearts. Jimmy wonders if they even would. 

But the blood in Jimmy’s ears is much too strong to hear any mumblings, and so he treks his way back home slowly, and carefully, and makes sure he doesn’t slip and cut himself—since that won’t heal right, not even after he gets his lives back, and Martyn isn’t any good at dressing wounds, really. He takes a while to get home, so Martyn is waiting in the doorway with his arms folded when he gets back. He’s trying his best not to look like his mother, or maybe his older brother, or anything like that, when he stands there looking disapproving. It’s not working, though, because Jimmy feels the cold wave of disappointment and shame regardless, just like he used to when they were younger and Jimmy had done something really stupid, and Martyn had been there to tell him off for it. 

It wasn’t like that now, though, because Jimmy hadn’t done anything stupid. At least he thinks so, so Martyn’s just doing it because he can. And because as soon as that frown breaks, he knows Jimmy will laugh, and the mood will be so much better then. He sighs, stretching around as he night starts to get chilly around them, trying to get his back and arms to stop aching so much from the heavy diamond chestplate. Martyn’s mouth stays in a fine line until Jimmy raises his eyebrows at him. His expression falters. then, just a little.

“You’re standing there like you’re my mum,” Jimmy says, pausing for a moment before the paws of the dog settled over their house. “You got a problem with me comin’ in late, do ya?”

Martyn’s expression wavers. Jimmy grins at him, folding his arms, too.

“Maybe I do,” Martyn huffs. “You ever think about your teammate being all alone at home?”

“Of course not,” Jimmy says, voice on the verge of laughing. “You’re a big dog! Big man! You can handle it!”

Martyn rolls his eyes. He’s smiling now, though, which means his facade’s finally broke, which makes Jimmy actually laugh. Martyn drops his arms, ushering Jimmy inside, where it’s a bit warmer, where the stove is going, where there’s a warm glow and a bed with too many, rather than too few, blankets. 

Something about the space, as soon as he steps into it, makes his muscles relax. His body sags, wings first, then shoulders, and arms, and knees, and legs, as a comfortably warm wave passes over him. He feels safe here, as Martyn moves around him, pushing Jimmy over to their small, shitty crafting table that wobbles when he presses against it, to leave Jimmy to sit in an equally wobbly chair. He’s not sure how long it’s been since he felt this safe in a death game. A while, he thinks. Maybe the time before last. Maybe not at all. He takes off his chestplate. Ow.

“How are you, Tim?” Martyn asks as he lifts his still-hot pan from the stove and makes his way over to the table. 

“Doin’ alright,” Jimmy sighs, sinking back into his chair. “A bit nostalgic. A bit tired. You know how it is.”

“Do I,” Martyn agrees, sitting across from him. “Did’ya ever expect this would happen again?”

When he says this, he gestures to the two of them sitting together, to the plate of food, and the room around them. Jimmy knows what he means. He’s talking about Evo. It’s tickled the back of Jimmy’s mind for weeks, like deja-vu, like he’s repeating scenarios he thinks he should know but can’t really remember. It all feels very dreamy—Evo does, that is. Here feels very real, he promises. His legs are very much sore from walking so much, and his heart is a somewhat bleeding, heavy thing he has to carry. That’s all good and fine. But he doesn’t remember much of Evo anymore. Well—he remembers enough, now. Enough now so that this feels a little different than it always had. Like there’s something else there behind things in the shadow. But Martyn’s waiting on his answer and Jimmy feigns a smile and shakes his head.

“‘S nice, honestly,” Jimmy says, leaning forward to tear off a large chunk of bread and sitting back in his chair. “Feels good t’team up.”

Jimmy takes a bite. He lets his eyes shut for a moment, just chewing, just letting the room be quiet around him. He hears Martyn suck in a breath as he takes a large bite of too-hot steak. He laughs a little as Martyn’s exhale whistles, and feels him kick his shin under the table. 

“Ow!”

“Don’t be mean,” Martyn says through a mouthful. “We’re brothers.”

Jimmy pulls a face, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Grian’s mean to me all the time,” he huffs, stuffing another piece of bread into his mouth. “So…”

“Yeah, well that’s Grian,” Martyn says, swallowing with a touch of difficulty. “That’s different.”

“How’s it different?”

Martyn shrugs. He tears off another piece of steak, seemingly cooler this time. Jimmy follows suit. The meat is much tougher than he’s expecting, jaw working to chew. For a sudden, despite how well needed this meal is, he misses, achingly, the chance to cook. 

“Just is,” Martyn finishes.

“‘S not like I’m related to any of you,” Jimmy snorts, swallowing. “You’ve all just decided to make yourselves my siblings.”

“You love it!”

“You’re putting words in my mouth,” Jimmy says, scrunching his face up. Martyn takes another big bite, talking with his mouth full.

“You like Lizzie just fine,” he manages. Jimmy leans back in his chair, folding his arms. His appetite hasn’t been much lately, coming and going in waves. 

“Liz is different—it’s just different, it’s different!” Jimmy huffs, which turns into a little giggle, which he tries to stifle and fails. Martyn rolls his eyes.

“I hope she’s doin’ alright…” Jimmy adds after a beat. He sees Martyn nod, just a small bob of his head.

He couldn’t help it. There was something that nagged at him every time he noticed the red glint in her eye. Maybe it was guilt that still lingered. Maybe it was knowing she was alone enough to worry about. Joel wandered around. Scott, too. Himself. Grian. But nobody stayed. It was starting to worry him. But Martyn kicks his leg under the table again, and Jimmy jolts to, and stuffs the last bit of bread into his mouth before he scoots back from the table with a creak to the chair. Martyn seems to swallow with some difficulty as he watches Jimmy stand. Jimmy stretches, high over his head, to both sides, and then sighs. He drops his arms.

“Bedtime, I think,” Jimmy says, reaching up to scrub his face. Martyn nods, shutting his eyes for a moment.

“You’re tellin’ me,” he says. Jimmy watches his face for a moment, seeing tired lines and too much tension. He feels a little awkward, standing here, something fumbling around loosely in his chest. He coughs. Things seem to right themselves, then, enough for him to wander around and find another pair of socks, because his shoes are full of sand. And a sweater. He dumps sand from his shoes outside their door and shuts it against the chilly air. He hears Martyn at the sink and the stove, muttering to himself as he cleans up dinner. After a beat, as Jimmy weasels on a crudely made sweater with two, too-small holes in the back, he starts rearranging covers. He says:

“Thanks for dinner, Martyn,” and even though he tries to keep the tired from seeping into his voice, his words kind of slur together and Martyn laughs.

“You sound tired, mate,” he says. Jimmy watches him scrape at the pan with a knife, which can’t be good for the seasoning layer. Something actually hurts in Jimmy’s hands to see him do that. Whatever. Martyn can’t cook for shit anyways, so he doesn’t really care. But maybe he does. He crushes together another sentence, though.

“Well duh,” he garbles out. “Spent the whole day trying to snoop around and steal and hit people over the head like it’s whack-a-mole, ‘course I’m tired, Martyn.”

He flops into bed, face down. His wings splay out behind him like a cheap imitation of a blanket. He eventually manages to wiggle his way up his side of the bed and under the slightly-patchy quilt. He’s still lying face down, though, and his wing is very much in Martyn’s business. He’s expecting a poke or a whap on the back of his head when Martyn finally sits down next to him, but there’s a beat before he does. He peeks an eye open, frowning at the outline of Martyn in the half-dark. There’s still the furnace going, low and slow, keeping the room warm.

“What?” he asks. “You want me to move?”

Martyn blinks.

“Sorry,” he says, which is such a weird word to hear out of Martyn’s mouth, now that he thinks about it. “I was thinkin’ about something.”

“Anything important?” Jimmy asks, shifting over. He folds his wings in, making ample space for Martyn beside him. They’ll still end up crowded, shoulder to shoulder or back to back, holding heat between them. 

“That’s none of your business,” Martyn says, lifting his chin. “You snoop.”

Jimmy barks out a laugh, rolling his eyes. Whatever, he wants to say, but it doesn’t quite make it out of his mouth, not before Martyn lies down and rearranges his perfectly balanced blankets, and he has to gripe about it as loud as he can. Martyn laughs, something Jimmy feels, too, as Martyn weasels in next to him. His laugh peters out in the dark. It’s like a sleepover, actually. But with a lot more dying. But still—last time Jimmy had Grian and Joel, and that was kind of fun, except they both complained a lot, and Joel hogged the covers. And he also had Tango, which was really nice, because his soulmate was a cuddler, and he was kind of hoping maybe they’d end up being allies so he’d have that again, but it didn’t work out, and that was fine. Scott and him hadn’t slept in the same room, which was also fine, but it also wasn’t cold. Here it was cold, and he was glad Martyn didn’t mind sleeping so close, and also they only had one bed. Which was also fine. It made Jimmy feel like a little kid again, and that was always fun. Almost like they were little kids again, and nothing mattered. He sighs.

“It’s a little important,” Martyn says, lowering his voice. Jimmy hums. His eyes are too tired to open. He feels a bit like soup, right now, so he lets Martyn do all the talking.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Jimmy manages. He feels Martyn shake his head. 

“It’s alright, Timmy—just go to sleep, yeah?”

Jimmy hums. Yeah. Yeah. His body is a tired, heavy thing, even on their tiny mattress that isn’t all that comfortable (and Jimmy pretends like he isn’t thinking about his mattress back home on what he could call his home server and how nice and soft that one is. Definitely not longing for more pillows and maybe a bit more space). Martyn sighs, shuffling a bit to get comfortable. They stay shoulder to shoulder, and the warmth of being red and being human seeps into Jimmy’s shoulder and his sweater sleeve and Martyn mumbles out a good night.

The worst part about this interaction is its finality. Jimmy knows things end. He’s really, really used to things ending, and being red, and having things slip through his fingers too fast, too soon. He tries to savor the moment as he slips into dreamless sleep. He tries to screw up his face and keep awake for a second longer, like Martyn might tell him off again for not sleeping, or throw around that threat about leaving him to the phantoms. Jimmy swallows down the bad taste of that thought—the one about endings. He wishes it tasted a little better. It mostly tastes like burnt steak and toothpaste. Gross.

He mumbles a good night back.

Tomorrow Martyn sleeps in a cold bed alone. Because Jimmy’s right about endings, and he can usually taste them right before they happen, except he can never do anything about it, because why would he be able to? He’s not a superhero. He’s a psychopomp. Whatever.

Somewhere in that blank space, he makes a little place for Lizze and Mumbo to sit next to him. It won’t be for long—never, it never is, and the ache of being half dead with no real tether kind of gets old after a while—but it’s long enough for Lizzie to sigh out tiredly and rest her head against his shoulder, despite how hate bubbled up in her voice when she spat at him. He pats Mumbo’s shoulder. Mumbo laughs. They watch the games below them from a place very safe, and wait for someone else to join them. The world feels a little less heavy, then. His wings weigh a little more. The shape of him lingers in everything, even on Grian’s shoulder, even after Mumbo and Lizzie have left. His belongings linger in chests Martyn doesn’t empty. His name lingers in minds and mouths and his sweater ends up tied around someone’s waist. Lizzie lingers with him, crowding in that same space, and Jimmy welcomes sitting shoulder to shoulder again. He says to find him after they leave. Lizzie brightens, then. Like a sleepover, of course.

Yeah. That warm feeling lingers, even as Jimmy returns home, covered in feathers. Sure. Like a sleepover.

[dandyshucks]

me meeting someone new and Guz making a point to use my pronouns casually in the conversation so that we don't have to make a big deal of it, and he just gives me the proudest silliest thumbs-up after managing to introduce me using both they and it 😭😭💗💗💗

[mermaidsirennikita]

How did you went from saying positive things about Bridgerton S2 to be like 'this season is ass actually'

My feelings on it evolved lol….? It’s a TV show, I changed my mind. I also thought Twilight was AMAZING back in the day.

That’s the issue with the culture of committing to fandom versus actually watching or reading things for what they are tbh. You care more about dying on a hill than how you actually individually feel about the content.

Also, if I’m being totally real, I liked the leads and I wanted it to be good. I forced myself to be more positive than I felt, and I’ve honestly grown out of that a lot in the past…. Two years? Since that season came out. It’s been a WHILE.

For the record, my current feelings are that it is in fact pretty bad and while who knows, that could change, it’s doubtful.

[vzajemnik]

ok goodnight i am normal about people and situations

[mymp3]

I've got the weirdest and worst headcanons for ryoji and minato and I cannot for the life of me share them unless you restrain me or smth.

[kellystar321]

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[knittedbond]

lok can sometimes be very good and then turn excruciatingly bad very fast. this show's politics are fucking awful

[thealphapigeon]

Honestly people who pick grass type starter pokemon are lunatics like you're already vulnerable to bug, flying, ice, poison and fire just by like. Default. And there's guaranteed bug and flying types in your starting routes in every game. That's fine. This is fine. The world sees your little guy as a walking salad. And if you're playing gold/silver and it's remakes then fuck you and your chikorita because the first two gyms are flying and bug type but whatever i suppose. So you manage to survive this divine sign from the universe you've made a mistake and evolved your little guy, and it's very rare for a grass type to remain only a grass type. Unfortunately, now that you've evolved as a split type it's likely that now you've either made moves that were not very effective to mildly effective.. or opened up a whole new type vulnerability. Grass ground? Now water AND grass type moves pack a decent punch. Grass poison? Sure bugs might not completely devour you, but psychic attacks are going to ruin your day. Arceus looked upon grass types and firmly reminded them they are at the bottom of the foodchain forever and ever amen. Yet people will still pick Bulbasaur. Talk about love man

[alchemistc]

Catie's Big Ass bucktommy fic rec (Part One)

So I'm not gonna lie, I have most of these fics priv. bookmarked because I HAVEN'T COMMENTED ON THEM YET AND I FEEL REALLY GUILTY ABOUT THAT. But more than one anon has asked for this and it tickles me pink that y'all like my writing enough to trust in my recs. So. Please, please, be better than I am and make sure to kudos and comment if you enjoy any of these works.

(Guys, there are SO MANY amazing writers in this fandom. So many truly breathtaking fics already. I got two hours into this and realized I was going to need to split this into parts because I have too many things to say about each of these and I want to do them all justice.)

Writers you can trust in:

@rcmclachlan /ao3 : I will sing RC's praises to the moon and back. There is something about the way RC injects humor into the tiniest of lines that makes me want to scream into a pillow until I pass out. You will see more than one of RC's fics in this list.

@kirkaut /ao3: kirkaut is the reason I jumped on this bandwagon. The unhinged spiral into LFJr obsession and the prevalence of well thought out meta and incredibly hot fic drew me in. If you are not following kirkaut, change that now.

@26-cats-in-a-trenchcoat / catfud_ohplease on ao3: Devastating prose. The ability to turn a theme on a dime and STAB YOU IN THE HEART with it. Mac owns my whole soul when it comes to really scratching that itch behind my eyelids for thematic imagery and really creative ideas for fic that aren't just run-of-the-mill smut/angst/fluff.

@devirnis / ao3: Ali only has one bucktommy fic up on ao3 but it is devine and I love it. Ali is also the only writer who has tempted me into reading buddie. This is not an indictment on buddie fandom or buddie fic writers in general, I just tend to be a one ship kinda gal and I don't really dive into fic for a ship I don't vibe with. Ali's writing has made me reconsider this position.

@beefcakekinard / thingbe on ao3: The domesticity. Literally just reread one of Rose's fics this morning and HAD to comment on it again because it made me want to fling myself to Jupiter.

(This is not a comprehensive list, but I just realized how many fics I have already bookmarked for bucktommy and I'm already under a readmore.)

Fics that make my brain go brrrr:

only fools rush in - somnum365 ( @firehose118)

Tommy lets Buck set the pace. Buck is ready for something.

Super hot and all about checking in. I've got a thing for discovering sex with a partner starting out with frottage and this delivers. The characterizations are so great.

Colin Firth Thinks You're Hot - IDontGoHereEither (@herrmannhalsteadproduction)

Buck is late for a special date night with Tommy, but he still stops to help a stranger stuck on the side of the road. Luckily, that stranger is about to help HIM.

Cute as fuck with a super fun guest star. Who doesn't want Mr. Darcy to think your boyfriend is hot?

sad girl poetic thursday night - screamlet

Date night menu: pasta primavera and emotional unpacking.

There's something about the pacing of this that sent me into a tailspin. The stream of consciousness that actually bleeds from the dialogue into the action and vice versa. Hng.

I Was Only Falling In Love - Princessfbi (@princessfbi)

Tommy in crisis mode.

There's a moment in this fic where Eddie has to pull Tommy back from the precipice of something and it lives entirely rent free in my head, forever and ever amen. The firefam taking care of Buck by taking care of Tommy.

let me count the ways - ashesandhalefire

Buck and Tommy in the aftermath of a good evening are chattier than they probably reasonably should be

There is something about this fic that feels like the witching hour is upon you, like you could live in this little pocket world Buck and Tommy have created for themselves forever. The dialogue is fantastic, and the way they communicate with each other is just *chefs kiss*

let's make it cinematic - kirkaut

Tommy helps Buck deal with some of his impotent rage in the face of the Gerrard of it all.

Listen, I do not have a praise kink. This kinda makes me wish I did.

"[...]Everything is.” He circles a finger around in the air. “It’s very spinny.” - this line of dialogue came for my fucking throat.

Sick with it - Mellow_Yellow

what if in an alternate universe babyslut Buck joined the 118 when Tommy was still in his closeted asshole era and they had a torrid affair??

The way this is a little fucked up. The way the characterizations aren't exactly familiar because they haven't aged into what we know them as in current canon. The way you can see in every broken line and every stutter step that Tommy is falling for Evan and has No Fucking Idea what to do with that. Ugh. Best Met Earlier AU I've ever read.

He blinked as Tommy walked by, eyes sliding closed again before he left. He felt a light touch on the top of his head but figured he was imagining it. He couldn’t think of anyone at the 118 who would touch him that carefully. - just absolutely fucking end me they're so good/bad for each other

A Full Body Workout - Persiflager

Tommy and Buck spend a day trying to distract Eddie from the *gestures vaguely* all of it.

The way this is so quiet in the way it shows you how Tommy and Buck care for each other. The way they are down bad but still so hyperaware of the pace they've set, the things they've talked about. The way they take care of their friend here. I'm obsessed with the tone of this one. Also, as a general theme, nothing draws me in more than well thought out dialogue, and this one has some fucking GREAT dialogue.

Your love is better than ice cream - Cecily_v, liminalmemories

An alternative meet-cute, where-in Tommy doesn’t know the 118 and decides Buck is worth it anyway. Buck is confused but figures some things out.

There is so much I love about this AU. How they meet. How their relationship progresses. How it feels glacially slow in comparison to the canon storyline but also how in character they both are. The foundation of their love in this fic is downright eatable.

just couldn't fall til we met - thingbe (@beefcakekinard)

Buck and Tommy spend a quiet morning in together.

This is the one that crossed my dash earlier today and made me eat fucking glass on reread. The closeness. The way they're both so tactile. The blink and you'll miss it hints at a life being built together. Eating this UP every time I read it.

The Premium Twunk Appreciation Society, President: Tommy Kinard - everythingremainsconnected

5 times Tommy almost faints like a Victorian maiden at the sight of Buck’s flesh, and 1 time he can do something about it.

“Hey,” Evan said, shoving Eddie out of the way and filling the screen with his playful glare, “organise bro time on your own time, I’m on the phone with– with Tommy.”

“With who?” Eddie repeated. Tommy didn’t need to see his face to hear the fondness in the mocking. “Who’s on the phone? I didn’t quite catch that.”

- They are so stupid about each other in this fic, please read it and watch steam blow out your ears at how sweet and hot and down bad for each other they are.

desire (i want to turn into you) - chthonicheart

The first time Buck’s really able to bury his face between a man’s tits, he nearly cries.

pwp but with a whole heaping of character study. HOT.

rule four (you were only waiting for this moment to arise) - middyblue (daisyblaine) [@middyblue]

Tommy has doubts.

There is a general mood to this piece that feels heavy in a way I can't quite explain. There was a weight on my chest all the way through this in the BEST way possible. The way Tommy navigates his mind and struggles to trust the little slice of peace he and Buck have carved out is just mindbogglingly beautiful.

Come Fly The Friendly Skies - RC_McLachlan (@rcmclachlan)

Buck meets their rescue mission's would-be pilot and is extremely normal about it.

"Throttling is what I'm gonna do to you if you don't shut up and let the nice man steal a helicopter for us,"

WHEN I TELL YOU I AM INCANDESCENT WITH RAGE over how funny and insightful this fic is.

Every characterization is picture perfect.

Maddie gives great hugs, but she's so small; if she had this guy's build and could basically fold Buck into her like an old blanket, they'd have to pry him out of her arms with the jaws of life.

In the back of Buck's mind, in a place he hasn't discovered, he's already picked out a venue and chosen his centerpieces. He's mentally putting together seating arrangements. This line of Buck's thoughts on Tommy Kinard told me so.

Please read this and join me in trying to destroy RC with my mind (lovingly).

little by little - MediaWhore

Buck & Tommy, during and after the wedding.

There is something so soft and gentle about this fic. The way Tommy just gives in to the exhaustion and props himself up against Buck because he knows he'll be able to take the weight (he wants to take the weight and Tommy knows it). The quiet flirting, the way they take care of one another. The jumpscare of Marge and Phil and how this fic is right at the edges of exploring that but Buck has me important priorities.

“It was badly done,” - the way this is so in character for Ma Buckley and the way it made me want to SHAKE HER TIL HER TENDONS SHATTERED AND SHE CRUMBLED LIKE A SATISFYING CASINO IMPLOSION

Soft and heartbreaking and mending all at once.

while you arranged flowers - newtkelly

Buck’s got a wedding date, but as far as today goes, he’s also got a regular one.

The way I want to wrap this Buck up tenderly and hide him from the people in his life who DON'T DESERVE HIS AFFECTION, HIS LOVE, HIS JOY.

The non-urgency of this, the absolute too-much-too-soon he's dealing with in his own mind while he grapples with the reality of seizing a second chance with both hands and getting to explore himself within the confines of a very lovely, very sweet and kind, VERY HOT man he wants to get on his knees for.

Beautiful prose, excellent dialogue, an insightful character study.

[semisgroupie]

SINS OF THE FLESH

priest!nanami kento x fem. reader x priest!toji fushiguro

wc: 3.0k

warnings: sacrilegious, virginity loss, threesome (mmf), oral sex (m! and f!receiving), corruption kink, manipulation, blasphemy, lots of religious undertones, unprotected sex, creampie, Toji and nanami are so filthy here (it’s so sexy), reader is very naive and innocent (perfect prey), reciting of prayers during sexual acts, praise, slight manhandling

synopsis: it’s not a sin if you lose your virginity to two hot priests in a church right?

a/n: this is for my what’s done in the dark collab! and a lil belated birthday gift to myself!!

“Through him, with him, in him, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, all glory and honor is yours, almighty Father, forever and ever.”

A unified Amen filled the entire room then people stood to line up, waiting to receive the small wafer and a sip of the wine dubbed the blood of Christ. You helped the elderly man seated next to you stand then walked behind him to join the line. You looked around at the familiar faces and sighed happily to yourself before making eye contact with the two men wearing cassocks, Father Kento and Father Toji.

You have always been involved with the church, your earliest memories were filled with the church. So, it was only natural for you to start attending your local church when you moved. That was when you first met Father Kento, he greeted you with open arms and a warm smile. It was easy for you to adjust to the new environment and then about a few months later a new priest in training joined the church, Father Toji. It was interesting to see how the two men interacted with each other when they were seemingly polar opposites. But what you weren’t aware of was what the two men had in common.

An insatiable urge to corrupt an innocent parishioner and both men had their eyes on you.

You were the perfect church girl and they knew how to get you right in their bed and between them. They knew you were the type to save yourself until marriage but that doesn’t mean they couldn’t drift you away from your original, innocent plans. Especially if they convinced you that, that’s what God wanted for you.

Being priests they had the gift of gab. That only meant it wouldn’t take much to convince someone as trusting as you to do what they needed you to do.

Each man stood at either end of the table, Nanami held the chalice with the wine inside and Toji started giving out the wafers. Each person went one after another and received their own blessing and finally it was your turn. You stood in front of Father Nanami and he brought the chalice to your lips and you took a small sip before pulling back. “Thank you Father Kento.” He smiled and leaned in, “you know you haven’t been to confession in almost a month, after mass you’ll go with me and Father Toji, okay?”

You nodded at his words and offered him another smile before moving to Father Toji. You watched how he placed the sacramental bread in others hands so they can place it into their mouths but when it was your turn, he ignored your cupped hands and tapped the wafer against your lips. “Open up, you know the deal.” He let out a low chuckle as you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out slightly. Fuck you looked perfect like that, so innocent, so malleable, he could just take you in front of all the other parishioners but he had to be patient. He placed the small wafer on your tongue and pulled his hand back, “thank you Father Toji.” He nodded and watched as you got up and walked back to your seat.

The mass continued and everything happened so quickly. Both men couldn’t keep their thoughts straight, for you have infiltrated them so easily.

“May almighty God bless you, the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit.” Toji lifted his hand to the crowd and moved it in the shape of a cross as Nanami started the ending of mass. Another unified Amen filled the room and Nanami finished with the concluding words, “The Mass is ended, go in peace to love and serve the Lord.”

“Thanks be to God.” Everyone started getting up and thanked the two men for a wonderful mass while you stood behind. There was no real reason why you hadn’t gone to confession, there was nothing you had to confess. You hadn’t sinned, well maybe some things here and there but nothing that would warrant a confession. You moved your hands down to play with the hem of your dress as you consumed yourself in your thoughts.

Both men approached you and stood at either side of you while you continued to toy with your dress. Toji leaned down to your ear and placed a hand on your shoulder, “come now sweetheart. We’ll be doing things a little different today, you’ll be confession to both Father Kento and myself.” You jumped a little at the deep rumble of his voice and nodded at his words, too naive and trusting for your own good.

He held out his hand to you and you took it without hesitation. He continued to hold onto it while Nanami followed behind you both, itching to get his hands on you. The walk was filled with light small talk as the men led you to a more private area, their quarters.

You looked around the room and turned to look at them, slightly dumbfounded. “Why are we here? Don’t we normally do our confessions in the confessional booth?” God, you looked so cute. A slight pout on your lips as you looked up at the two men while your hands went back to the hem of your dress. Toji spoke first and placed a hand on your shoulder, “yes but it’s currently being fixed, so we just decided to take you here if that’s okay with you?”

You looked up at the raven haired male and nodded, your gaze drifting momentarily to his scar before meeting his eyes. “Good, now sit.” Nanami pulled out two chairs and put them back to back, he led you to sit down on one while Toji sat on the other. “What about you, Father Kento? Don’t you need a seat?”

He shook his head and smiled at you, “Father Toji is the one you’re confessing to, I’m just here to make sure everything goes smoothly.” He sat down on the desk in front of you and nodded his head, “go on and start.”

You sucked in a small breath and started, “bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was two weeks ago. These are my sins, I have succumbed to a sin of the flesh.” Heat rose to your cheeks and burned through your whole body as the sin you committed left your lips in a soft tone to reach the ears of the two deviants you were in a room with before reaching God’s ears. Both men perked up and raised an eyebrow. “Sweetheart, please elaborate further on that. God cannot forgive you for your sin if you don’t explain it in its entirety.” You played with the hem of your dress more as Toji’s raspy voice reverberated throughout the room.

“I have touched myself in a sinful way, Father.” You kept your eyes down at your hands, if the world swallowed you whole in this moment you would be thankful. Toji turned his head to look at Nanami and nodded. Nanami stood up and took a few steps over to you and knelt down. He placed one of his hands on your knee while the other went on top of your fidgeting hands. “Darling, you can’t just stop in the middle of a confession. Do you mind if I help you?” You tore your gaze away from your dress and met his warm eyes, you nodded slowly and he smiled. He moved his hand from your hands and moved it to the other knee. You watched closely as he started pushing them apart and you instinctively tried to keep your legs closed. The issue is, he was much stronger than you so he easily overpowered you and kept your legs spread.

“Don’t you want God to forgive you for your sins? If you don’t let me do this then God can’t forgive you and you can’t truly repent.” Your eyes widened at his words and you shook your head, “no, Father Kento I want to be forgiven, I want to repent for my sins!” He had to bite back a smirk and Toji moved so he could watch over your shoulder, you felt his hot breath at your ear and you turned your head quickly to face him.

“Just trust us. We’re just doing what God wants us to do okay?” He cooed softly at you and you nodded, both men knew it would be easy to get you to submit to their will but this was just easier than they expected. Toji hooked two fingers under your chin and lifted your head up as he leaned in close, “have you ever kissed a man before?” Your cheeks burned as you peered into his eyes and you shook your head, “no, Father Toji.”

“Good girl.” With that he closed the remaining gap between you both and kissed you softly, you whimpered against his lips and gripped the arms of the chair you were sitting in tightly. His lips against yours felt like nothing you’ve imagined before and as he deepened the kiss you felt the same burning in your belly whenever you touched yourself.

Now that you were distracted, Nanami lifted up your dress so it scrunched up at your hips and let out a low groan at the sight of your panties, white to represent your innocence that was soon to be tainted by the two men you were with. He moved one hand up your thigh and started rubbing gentle circles on your clit over your panties. You instantly arched your back and gasped against Toji’s lips, “so reactive, little angel.” Nanami mumbled before pressing his thumb against the growing wet spot on your panties and then hooked two fingers under them and pulled them to the side.

Your pussy looked perfect, your swollen clit and your pretty virgin hole clenched around nothing. He adjusted his position and leaned in close, taking in a deep breath. Fuck, you even smelled sweet. He pressed gentle kisses along your lower lips and kissed your clit. You gripped the arms of the chair tighter and whined against Toji’s lips once Nanami took your pussy into his mouth. Toji broke the kiss and looked down at Nanami, chuckling at how disheveled you looked. Your kiss swollen lips were parted ever so slightly and your eyes drifted between the two men.

Toji disrobed and your eyes widened as you saw his muscles once he took his cassock and shirt off. They flexed and tensed with the most subtle movements and you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. Then your eyes traveled down his body and saw his bulge, he seemed like he was about to burst through his pants. “Enjoying the view, sweetheart? Tell me, when you touch yourself do you think about me and Father Kento? Because I have a little confession for you,” he leaned in close to your ear while you moaned and whined due to Nanami’s tongue exploring your pussy like a man who hasn’t had a drink in days. “Father Kento and I have had filthy thoughts about you, thoughts that would make even the devil blush.” Your heart skipped a beat at his words, there’s no way they could be true, right?

These men are supposed to be the definition of holiness, they’re not supposed to succumb to sin. They’re held at a higher tier due to their devotion to faith, you look up to priests and the clergy as an example of how you’re supposed to live your life. But to know that they’re just as depraved as you are excites you.

You moved one hand down from the arm of the chair to Nanami’s hair and messed up the perfectly styled golden locks as he suckled on your clit. Your mouth fell agape as he continued his actions and Toji took advantage of the position you were in. He gripped your chin and turned your head so you could face him but this time he was completely undressed, revealing his throbbing cock. Your mind started racing but the big question that circled around in your haze filled mind was how would he be able to fit it inside your mouth? There was no way you could open your mouth that wide but you couldn’t dwell on the question for long. He moved one of his large hands behind your head and pushed you closer until the tip laid along your tongue. “You just need to suction your mouth like you’re sucking on one of those cherry lollipops you love to have right after mass and I’ll do the rest of the work.”

So you did exactly as he said, you wrapped your lips around the bulbous head and he started moving his hips, thrusting shallowly to let you adjust to his size but the way you were whimpering and moaning around his cock made it extremely difficult to go slow. Nanami moved one hand from your knee and brought it to your entrance, now coated in his saliva and your juices and slipped one finger inside you. The feeling was overwhelming, he pumped his finger slowly then started picking up the pace as he sucked on your clit harder. Just as he picked up the pace of his finger, Toji picked up the pace of his hips. Guttural and borderline animalistic groans left his scarred lips as he forced you to take his cock entirely down your throat. You gagged each time his balls touched your chin and tears freely spilled down your face but it just turned you on even more.

Nanami’s cock throbbed as he looked up at you, you were taking a cock that was entirely too big for you almost with ease and he just had to have you. He slipped a second finger inside you and started pumping them quickly, the squelching of your pussy almost felt too loud and your legs started shaking at the rough pace. Before you knew it, the coil inside your belly snapped and your pussy clenched around his fingers tightly as your orgasm washed over you. Toji pulled out of your mouth so you could catch your breath and Nanami pulled away from you. “Let’s bring her to the bed and put her on all fours.” Nanami spoke as he undressed and Toji scooped you up from the chair with ease and brought you to the cot in the room, he put you on your hands and knees and sat down in front of you, his cock still standing proud while the tip leaked even more precum.

Once Nanami was fully undressed he joined you two on the cot and moved behind you. He pressed his cock against your slit and dragged it through your folds to collect the mix of his spit and your juices on it. “Just take a deep breath, this will hurt but it’ll feel good very soon.” With that he lined up with your entrance and started slowly pushing in, “oh Christ, if this is what heaven feels like then I never want to leave.” He groaned and continued pushing in slowly, tears pricked at your eyes and you stretched your arms out to hold onto Toji’s thighs. “You poor thing,” Toji cooed and moved one hand to caress your cheek and wiped at your eyes, “you’re doing so good, just doing what the Lord needs of you.”

His hips slowly started to move faster and snapped against yours. Toji guided his cock back into your mouth and started thrusting up, both men using you. Nanami gripped your hips tighter and leaned down, “remember you still need to repent for your sins. So I need you to repeat after me, this is Corinthians 7:10.” He snapped his hips into yours while Toji buried his cock in the back of your throat. “Father, when I sin, help me to not dwell in a worldly sort of sorrow that would lead to my death” he smirked as you tried to repeat the prayer while Toji’s cock was still in your mouth. “Grant me godly sorrow and the ability to recognize it.” He gave you another moment to try to repeat his words before continuing, “May it result in repentance that leads to deliverance and leaves no regret. Amen.” You repeated the final words of the prayer and let out a muffled Amen around Toji’s cock and the raven haired male groaned.

Both men started to move in sync, each time Nanami bottomed out so did Toji. Everything they did was mind numbing and all you could do was moan and hold onto Toji’s thighs. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hold off your orgasm much longer, it was already quickly approaching. The way Nanami’s cock explored your walls was like his cock was made to be inside you. Nanami gripped your hips tighter and threw his head back as you clenched around his cock tighter. He angled his hips and hit that spongy spot inside, instantly making you cum. You let out a muffled cry around Toji’s cock as your orgasm took over you. Both men groaned and Nanami’s orgasm washed over him first, he pressed his hips firmly against yours as he coated your virgin walls with cum then Toji held your head down as he came deep down your throat.

You dug your nails into his thighs and he pulled you off once he was done. You panted and looked up at him as your tongue stuck out slightly, some remnants of his cum coated the pink muscle. You swallowed and Nanami slowly pulled out of you, allowing you to slump against the cot completely. “Thank you Father Toji, thank you Father Kento.” Your voice was raspy from the face fucking you received and both men pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You did very well but there is still more you need to do to be fully forgiven. What do you say about having confessions like these every week after mass and after Bible study?” Toji spoke and gently caressed your cheek while Nanami covered your body with a blanket. You looked up at both men with half lidded eyes and nodded, “if that’s what God wants from me then I’ll do it.”

Nanami and Toji sported the same smirk and nodded. “You’re the perfect child of God, now get some rest.” Nanami whispered and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

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[myfaenwy]

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[librarycard]

my chemical romance is about surviving so you can smoke lots of weed & do things with your gender that will make people say what the fuck & kiss 1 million people or just 1 if you really like them & walk into the woods for a long while just to see what happens while youre there & READ ABOUT VAMPIRES AND GHOSTS AND MONSTERS AND BODIES AND BODIES AND BODIES & dismantle & contaminate & come hard & stay clean (except for when its time to get nasty with it) & believe in love forever and ever amen. my chemical romance is of course also about gay sex

[lets-go-hurt-someone]

I do enjoy a lot of deranged Durge nonsense but honestly the most depraved fantasy I have for Durge and Astarion is just how much I think they cuddle.

The way I see it, they probably just get cosy and make out all night for like… most of the game. Sure they probably also legit lick blood off each other at some point and at least one of them is literally turned on by murder but these are two people who have not had full control of themselves or their bodies in a very, very long time. Durge still doesn’t and won’t until the story is almost over. And when they’re not stabbing and shit-stirring and whatnot-ing, I firmly believe they are having the most sickening, tooth-achingly sweet moments full of the most respectful of caresses and probably keeping it above the belt. Maybe some butt squeezes. But you know. PG-13 shit.

So I don’t really care about or think about Durgestarion fucking nasty and being wild and filthy. One day when they’re ready I’m sure they’ll have insane degenerate sex again (you can’t tell me they’re not both freaks at heart) and I love that for them but like. I don’t see it during the game timeline and it’s not as interesting character-wise to me. I genuinely think they’re both mostly focused on figuring out how to get comfortable being present in their bodies and learning how to trust themselves and each other and how to experience pleasure for their own sakes… for maybe the first time ever.

I’m more interested in Durge not really knowing what to do at all and maybe finding out Astarion has really sensitive ears and nibbling on his earlobe just to hear him make a happy little noise — surprised at how much he likes making someone moan in pleasure instead of pain for once.

Or Astarion figuring out just the right spot to kiss on Durge’s neck so he gasps in delight, and how he likes that even better than just feeding on him straight away.

Both of them, on the receiving end of something sensual and gentle and lovely for once and getting to enjoy it without being punished for it or pushed for more. Getting to experience the simple safety of just holding and being held and knowing you’re treasured for you and no one is going to make you do anything you don’t want to ever again, and your partner is happy to help you figure out what you do want when you’re ready.

And that’s it. That’s my kink. It’s actually just fucked up people accepting each other completely and showing each other the soft kindness they never got from anyone else and accidentally healing along the way.

Then they can go on being happy little freaks forever, amen.

[themostpowerfulmagicofall]

This. So much this.

John!