#The Friendship Mixup

[tangledbea]

Is there a place online where you can access The Friendship Mixup and The Write Story for free?

Not to my knowledge, sorry.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

recreation of a couple photos from a scene between orville & phil that do seem to have homosexual overtones / intense friendship / possible romance energy

also the ensemble is there (& joe, & montgomery, & gloria, off to the sides) but the orvphil plausibilities feel Quite real

[casmilton]

imsorry but when i think about the fact that charlie was deans first proper friend (after cas) my brain fucking implodes

[destieltropecollection]

Destiel Trope Collection 2024 | Day 31: Cabin Fic

Crystal Clear | @envydean Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,981 Main Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Modern AU, Anniversary, Blowjobs, lakeside cabin vacation, Dean's not a fan of lake water Summary: Dean and Cas are at the lakeside cabin for a long weekend. It's their 15th anniversary and Cas finds a cunning way to get him to swim in the lake.

Touching Perfection | @anyreiart Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,439 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Canon Universe, Smut, Friends to Lovers Vacation, Feel-good, human!Cas Summary: Dean is finally ready to make a move on Cas. So he takes him on a vacation.

Cabin In The Woods | @anyreiart Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,894 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Canon Universe, Bottom Castiel, Top Dean Winchester, Friends to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Somnophilia, BDSM Undertones Summary: Dean takes Cas on a vacation. Confessions happen.

Cabin Fever | @eyesofatragedy67 & @punk-is-notdead Rating: Explicit Word Count: 14,519 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Jody Mills, Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle, Enemies to Lovers, There Was Only One Bed, Miscommunication is the Real Villain, Angst, Smut, Fluff, Humor, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Time Having Sex, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Gay Sex, Anal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex, Spit As Lube, Dirty Talk, Castiel Loves Bees, Dean Loves Dr. Sexy Summary: Following a booking mixup for a remote hideaway, two strangers agree to share. Nothing quite goes according to plan, and it looks like a misunderstanding will kill any chance of a friendship, but does "fate" have other plans?

The Impetuous Engagement | @thefandomsinhalor Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 27,207 Main Tags/Warnings: Modern Setting AU, Snowed In, Sharing a Bed, Engaged Castiel, No Cheating Summary: It’s early December and Castiel Novak, quite unlike him, is on a plane to Fairbanks, Alaska, at the other end of his world, after the man he met online, Michael Milton, proposed to him. Michael is sensitive, gallant, and romantic, and after months of daily, intense correspondence, Castiel believes he’s the only one who he ever truly connected with. On his way there, however, due to a series of bad luck and Mother Nature, Castiel somehow finds himself stuck in a small village, in the middle of nowhere, cut off from the rest of the world and with no way of reaching Michael. Indefinitely. To make matters worse, Dean Winchester, Castiel’s fellow passenger—who asks way too many invasive questions, doesn’t have an ounce of subtlety, and isn’t as charming as he thinks he is—seems to be the only option for Castiel to find shelter in the meantime. And Dean, being acquainted with the fiancé in question, and aware that he is not to be trusted, is very eager to help Castiel with housing, and perhaps something more as well…

The Places We Hide | @therighteousmanlovesanangel Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 39,827 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Crowley, Lee Webb/Dean Winchester, Past Character Death, Gunshot Wounds, Show level violence, Divorce, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Grief/Mourning, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, Human Castiel, (Supernatural)hunting au, Hermit Dean, Hurt/Comfort, Imagine there's no Heaven(ly influence), John died in this AU instead of Mary, Wendigo, Undine OFC, Gay Castiel (Supernatural), Bisexual Dean Winchester, Dean/Cas Big Bang 2022 (Supernatural) Summary: Castiel is going through it. He’s been dumped by his husband and demoted at work. A walk in the woods to clear his head makes it all horrifically worse. Luckily, he is saved by a bearded stranger. Through his recovery Castiel searches for the man in the woods. When he finds Dean, an unlikely friendship grows. As Cas comes to terms with the way his life is changing, Dean opens up a whole new world to him.

A Midwinter's Dream | @li-izumi Rating: Mature Word Count: 53,245 Main Tags/Warnings: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence, Season/Series 09, Season/Series 10, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Mark of Cain (Supernatural), Minor Rowena MacLeod/Sam Winchester, Dreams and Nightmares, Christmas, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: Christmas is fast approaching, but Dean doesn’t feel like celebrating--he’s too busy hunting for that sort of thing. Though he promises to get Cas back in time for the epic Christmas party Sam’s been planning, Dean has no intention of staying himself. That may be another promise Dean can’t keep when the hunt goes wrong, trapping Dean and Cas far from civilization. Worse, Dean is plagued by unrelenting nightmares of his time with the Mark of Cain and is gripped by a lingering anger that he can’t seem to escape. Back at the Bunker, Sam and the others are working a little Christmas magic they hope will show Dean the light in the dark—and prove to him that the holiday spirit isn’t something he needs to hunt.

Alpha Seeking Omega | @samanddean76 Rating: Mature Word Count: 66,666 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Castiel, Alpha Jimmy Novak, Omega Dean Winchester, Alpha Lucifer, Canon-Typical Violence, Non-Graphic Violence, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con, Past Abuse (but not really as the treatment is part of the societal structure), Past Malnourishment, Mystery To Be Solved, Mating, Knotting, True Mates, Slow Burn, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Revenge, Or Justice, Castiel and Jimmy Novak are Twins, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Mpreg, Eventual Happy Ending, Cabin Fic Summary: Omega Dean has lived a harsh life prior to being selected to be a demonstration model at a party unveiling the latest product that Morningstar Enterprises is set to produce. Alphas Castiel and Jimmy Novak are guests of honor at the event, but when they lay eyes on the Omega that is clearly at the center of something that was not a part of the party, the twins leap into action. Unfortunately, they are separated. Now Jimmy must keep Dean safe until Castiel can be rescued. But the more that Jimmy learns about this very well-trained Omega, the more he questions what was really going on that night. The problem is will he be able to figure out the puzzle and still rescue his brother?

[solomons-poison]

Miscommunications

Lucifer x reader

: ̗̀➛ A/N: Well it only took ages but I finally have a Luci fic finished </3 I don't usually like miscommunication as a trope but I do really like the idea of there being such a big mixup about what's going on until everyone goes "ohhhhh" with a happy ending. This is very self-comforting... Anyway enjoy~

: ̗̀➛ Warnings: implied fem reader; poor/lack of communication, mutual pining, confessions, reader is a little bit dumb haha, talk of anxiety and self-doubt, angst to fluff, first kisses 💋; barely proofread, just take it

: ̗̀➛ Word count: 5158

You never put much stock in finding the "tall, dark, and handsome" ideal in real life. Sure, there was the occasional person that somewhat fit these characteristics, but they never really caught your eye, somehow always being more generally attractive rather than truly attractive to you. But the moment your eyes landed on the Avatar of Pride, suddenly his face clicked into place in your little visual dictionary.

The demon was gorgeous, and he knew it. Long, lean body with broad shoulders and a slim waist, combined with his deep crimson eyes and dark hair streaked with gray; he was visually stunning to you, and certainly drew the eye of many an admirer wherever he went. You often found your gaze wandering to him when he was in the room, his presence alone sending your heart stuttering. It also didn't help that he knew exactly how to trip you up in other ways, the way he’d surprise you with a suggestive comment and the rumble of his deep voice making your heart pound for other reasons. He was particularly skilled in giving you the most brain-melting bedroom eyes you’d ever seen.

Besides his looks, he also knew how to act like a gentleman. You two had had your rough moments in the beginning, of course. You had quickly discovered his powerful anger and defensive nature, but you couldn't fault him for it when he was simply protecting his brothers. Once you broke through that shell, though, a loving, softer nature was apparent, one that enamored you and knew how to romance the hell out of you.

Unfortunately, that's what was tripping you up now. Ever since you'd gotten closer to Lucifer, the demon seemed to have some personal agenda out to charm you as much as possible. It started simple, giving you more compliments on your hard work than you thought necessary, paying attention to small details in your outfits, or bringing you little treats from his meetings with Diavolo. As time went on, the gifts increased in both number and value, as well as more time spent together. He would bring you more expensive or rare gifts such as perfume and limited-time baked goods from the Devildom's most popular bakeries. He began to invite you to the music room for what became weekly sessions of Demonus and a musical record, late at night when it was just the two of you. It was a rare moment where his walls came down and he openly talked with you about anything and everything, reminiscing on occasion about things his brothers would do in the Celestial Realm or passing on something funny that Diavolo had said. He even invited you to sit with him as he did his paperwork, the gentle sounds of pen scratching on paper filling the air when you couldn't think of what to say. It didn't matter that you had nothing to talk about, he assured you, he just enjoyed your company.

You couldn't begin to guess what you'd done to deserve this treatment, or how you managed to get so close to this powerful demon. Although you appreciated every gesture, it also left you nervous. It was almost inevitable that you developed feelings for Lucifer. Somewhere along the line, your respect for him and feeling of friendship had developed into deeper feelings, ones that made your chest ache and your heart beat faster when you thought of him. But you'd dealt with rejection before, and even worse, you'd been misled before, made to think someone liked you back only at your expense. Despite how close you'd gotten to Lucifer, you still couldn't tell what he was thinking sometimes, or how he felt. Perhaps he was only being nice, every gesture in good friendship simply for earning his and his brothers' trust. It also didn't help that your last relationship had ended after a long term, leaving you essentially new to the dating scene and completely out of your element. How were you supposed to move forward when you felt like you just essentially ended a marriage?

The final part that truly puzzled you was the "dates'' he would take you on. He seemed to dance around the word, always using some kind of synonym with you, which was why you were hesitant to label them as such yourself. Sometimes the “dates” were to restaurants, other times they were to the local shopping district. And when he took you out, he was always polite and the utmost gentleman, never touching you more than a guiding hand on the shoulder or upper back, pulling out your chair or pouring your drink, and conversation kept light and pleasant. Then, at the end, he always made sure to walk you to your door, thank you for indulging him, then give a satisfied smile before leaving for his own room. It was almost frustrating, trying to understand his intentions, and the last thing you wanted was to put a reason where there wasn't one, or overthink things that weren't actually happening.

But tonight, Lucifer had truly pulled out all the stops. He invited you to see a ballet in the Human World, La Bayadère, which in itself should have been a sign to you. The story was one of vengeance, justice, tragedy, but also fate and eternal love. Your doubts got the better of you, preventing you from fully absorbing the clues left around you. Perhaps if you’d thought longer on his choice of show, his true intentions would have been obvious to you, especially combined with what followed next.

Your heart almost stopped when he insisted on gifting you a fancy dress to wear to the occasion. It didn’t matter how much you complained that it was too much or that you could buy the dress on your own, the first-born wouldn’t stand for it. And for the icing on the cake, when he came to your door to fetch you, he gifted a bracelet that complemented the style and color of your dress, along with a bouquet of three roses. Although the number of roses seemed a little odd, you were too enamored by your companion’s looks to think more on the subject.

Lucifer himself was dressed in a gorgeous tuxedo, the lapels decorated with his signature peacock feathers, their rich blue and turquoise coloring setting off the redness of his irises. Another rose matching yours was placed in his breast pocket, and he'd also styled his hair a little differently, swept back out of his face. It was strange seeing him out of the usual fur-lined cloak and waistcoat, but certainly not in a bad way. You felt nervous being so dressed up, especially with someone as handsome as the demon beside you was, but a sweet smile lit up Lucifer's face as he took you all in, helping to ease your feelings a little.

As you two made your way to the ballet, finding your seats and settling in, you couldn't keep your eyes off of him, something he certainly didn't miss. To be honest, you were worried you'd be too distracted by his looks to watch the ballet. But as the show began, you thankfully got lost in the tragic yet romantic story, Lucifer leaning in occasionally to clarify parts of the story when you seemed confused, or telling you facts about the dancers themselves.

By the end, your mind was swirling, thinking of everything you'd seen and heard, reliving the evening for as long as you could. The two of you had arrived at the doorstep of the House of Lamentation faster than you would have liked, the outside lit up by the moonlight in the late hour. Neither of you could make a move to open the door beyond unlocking it, knowing the moment you did, all peace would likely be broken by the rambunctious brothers. And honestly, you didn't want to leave Lucifer's side just yet, wanted to find some reason to stay close to him like you were now, enjoy his presence and his attention a little longer. But you simply couldn't find a good excuse, at least not one that didn't make you feel needy and childish.

Little did you know that the tall demon beside you felt the same, though, his mind preparing his next words oh so carefully. For Lucifer felt the same, deep in love and trying so hard to figure out the words to make you stay by his side, to grace him with your presence for just a second longer.

He felt ridiculous sometimes, having lived for millennia yet these feelings made him feel young and inexperienced. It was embarrassing enough to have been found out by his colleagues so easily, Barbatos guessing his feelings in mere seconds when Lucifer had brought up the idea of the ballet in order to request the portal, and of course Diavolo instantly catching wind of the situation from his trusted butler.

Although he thought he was doing a good job of concealing his emotions from most others, his excitement over the date had given him away, something he never thought would happen. And now here he was, feeling the date was successful but lost on where to go from here, or better yet, how to make things progress. He hadn't spent all this time courting you the best way he knew how, just to fumble at the last second like an amateur.

Finally, Lucifer steeled his nerves and his eyes caught yours as he turned to look at you, admiring the way the moonlight lit up your features. There was a nervousness in your eyes that wasn’t there before, and it relieved him a little to know he wasn’t the only one affected by their nerves.

“Thank you for coming with me to the show, MC,” Lucifer said, a warm smile lighting up his face.

“Of course! Thank you for inviting me, it was amazing,” you gushed, a combination of nerves and excitement over the show causing you to speak faster than usual. “The story was so beautiful and sad, and I loved the music. I’m so glad we got to go.” It was impossible to keep the grin off your face, your cheeks hurting from smiling so much during the evening.

Lucifer couldn’t help but chuckle over your excitement.

“Good, I’m glad it was to your liking. That helps me decide on where some of our next outings should be. It certainly made for a very good end to this night.”

His implication made your cheeks warm. He wanted to go on more “outings” with you? Oh god. Was this a date? Did he see it as a date? Or were you overthinking things like usual, seeing something that wasn’t there? He probably just saw it as a fun time with a good friend, simply an enjoyable evening with someone whose companionship he tolerated, rather than some romantic venture. Of course he wouldn’t want to date someone like you, right?

As you had your silent breakdown, Lucifer pursed his lips for a moment before opening his mouth, taking one of your hands into his as a soft blush filled his cheeks.

“May I kiss you?”

You’d barely registered his touch on your hand before you realized Lucifer was speaking to you, the tall demon already leaning in a bit in preparation. A kiss? Of course you wanted him to kiss you, wanted to do that this whole time, if you were being honest. But as his query finally registered fully in your mind, registered what exactly that would mean, something snapped in your brain and you were reacting before you knew it.

As Lucifer’s face drew closer, a gasp tore out of you, all your nerves suddenly firing at once.

"NO!!!"

The sound echoed in the air– it came from you, you realized belatedly– as you snatched your hand back from his.

The force of your outburst caused you both to freeze, and your hand automatically came up to cover your mouth as you simply looked at each other in stunned silence. That certainly wasn't what you'd intended, but the damage was done. Lucifer looked shaken, obviously taken by surprise by such a forceful rejection. As he started to open his mouth, you couldn’t help yourself, the urge to flee the scene taking over all your senses.

“I— I’m sorry!” you exclaimed, before yanking the front door open and running inside.

“No, wait, I— MC! MC!!” he yelled after you, starting to follow you into the foyer. But you continued into the house and up the steps, not even turning back to look at him as you moved out of sight, leaving Lucifer to simply watch you vanish.

Lucifer couldn’t help but lean back against the wall by the front door, looking in the direction you’d run, and a sharp ache filled his chest as he absorbed what had just happened.

Your loud “no” was ringing in his ears, shaking him to his core. To be honest, despite being known for his pride, he knew rejection was always a possibility. Many things were predictable in his life; he could often predict the actions of his brothers: when Mammon would pull another money-scheming stunt, or when Satan would try to pull some kind of curse-prank on him, or even Leviathan’s freak outs over his video games and idol events. Hell, he could often predict the actions of Diavolo, as unpredictable as the Young Lord could be sometimes. But humans seemed to be a different sport all together, as you always left him guessing. Still, it surprised him just how much your rejection hurt.

It was also just the adamancy of your rejection. He could expect to be turned down, but to that degree? He knew he’d made a mistake, that it probably seemed like he’d expected a kiss from you, and he was fully prepared to formally apologize to you later for it. But for you to yell like that, when you never even raised your voice to his brothers before… had he been misreading the situation the whole time?

He forced himself to get up and make his way to his room, eager to get out of his suit and make some tea to calm his nerves. But he couldn’t help but linger on the thought that it boiled down to: you didn't love him back. Why else would you have shut him down so clearly? He had thought he'd been making progress in courting you, had thought you'd even been receptive to it. He'd never felt more like an idiot.

A week passed, and Lucifer still didn't get the opportunity to apologize to you or confront you. You kept communication to the bare minimum, short sentences or one-word answers where possible. If you two ended up alone together, you ran off as soon as you could. You'd even missed your weekly session of music and drinks, and it was telling when Lucifer didn't text you to check on you. You could tell your avoidance of him was hurting him, a resigned sadness lingering in his eyes anytime you saw him. You knew it was childish to keep avoiding the issue, but what were you supposed to do?

The others could tell something was up. It was obvious in the way they suddenly ceased most of their troublesome behavior, cautious in the way they approached either of you and otherwise left you to your own devices. Even Diavolo and Barbatos suspected something, sending separate messages inquiring if Lucifer was okay and if something happened, and you didn't know how to respond except requesting to give some time to explain later.

While Lucifer believed you declined the kiss on account of rejecting his advances— not that you knew this— the truth was that you were nervous. Nervous about exposing your feelings and becoming vulnerable, and nervous about realizing Lucifer may actually share your feelings, or at the very least sought something more than just a casual friendship. The realization completely hit you without warning when he'd asked to kiss you, and you'd reacted poorly because of it, unprepared to face your fears.

You needed to come clean to him, apologize for your outburst and be honest about why you'd run away. But the anxiety and the "what-ifs" filled your mind and overtook your reasoning. It haunted you to think that he may still reject you in the end, treat you like a toy or a joke like people have done in the past. Or what if this ruined your friendship? You'd spent so long earning his trust and gaining this level of friendship, so what if it was lost forever?

You couldn't help but sigh as you realized avoiding him now was ruining your friendship already.

It was too much to think of currently, and as you got ready for bed, you decided to head to the kitchen for a glass of water, something cool and refreshing to distract you for a moment. You turned the corner to go into the room but stopped in your tracks as you saw none other than Lucifer already standing at the counter, tending to a steaming tea cup. Your heart hurt just looking at him, and you immediately turned, hoping to get away before he saw you. But Lucifer's sensitive hearing picked up on your steps, and he instantly looked over in your direction.

He called your name, and your body stopped on its own, as if on command, to the sweet call of his voice. Your fight or flight response was itching to activate, and you did your best to ignore it. It was now or never, you couldn't keep running away. But damn if it wasn't so nerve-wracking to think about.

Steeling yourself, you slowly looked back at Lucifer. It was evident on his face that he was relieved you decided not to run away, at least not yet.

"MC, I apologize–" "I'm so sorry!!"

You both stopped, not expecting an apology from the other. Before Lucifer could continue, the words just burst out of you in a rush,

"I'm so sorry for the other night, I didn't mean to yell at you like that. I just wasn't expecting a kiss and it caught me off guard, but that's not your fault and I'm so sorry for yelling at you," you said, struggling to breathe at the end.

Lucifer shook his head, placing a rare uncovered hand to his chest in an act of sincerity.

"You have nothing to apologize for, MC," he said. "It is entirely my fault. It was my understanding Human World dates often ended with a kiss, but I shouldn't have assumed anything and checked with you first that you wanted as such. Instead, I made you uncomfortable with my assumption, and for that, I deeply apologize and hope you can forgive me." He bowed forward, the very image of chivalry.

“Oh, no, that wasn’t–” Date. Of course he would choose to use that word now. It echoed around in your brain for a moment before you could formulate a sentence, desperately trying to piece together the puzzle between you two and make sense of things. "Wait, ‘date’? Was this a date?"

Lucifer looked up from his bow, his brows furrowing together in mutual confusion.

"Uh, yes," he said slowly. "At least, that was my intention."

All you could do was blink owlishly at him.

"What— But. You never called it a date before."

Lucifer thought back on the times he'd invited you out and realized that may have been true. Perhaps he'd been self-consciously avoiding the term, to lower the chance of outright rejection? He never was the best at being direct when it came to you, and now it was all backfiring on him. Despite his age and his experiences, he still found himself acting like some young teenager around you. 

"For that, I apologize again. I should have been more transparent about my intentions, then," he said, a feeling of embarrassment creeping up on him that he tried to suppress. One thing still didn't make sense to him, and he wanted to address it while his wits were about him. "I do have to ask, have you not seen.. any of our outings as dates? Including the ballet?"

"Well… no, you never seemed to use that word and I thought maybe you were just being nice." Heat was filling the entirety of your face, your voice shrinking in on itself as you responded. Your feet had never felt so restless before, eager to run you straight out of the room.

Lucifer couldn't help it as his eyebrows quirked up. "Even when I brought you the bracelet and the roses?"

"N-no."

You never wanted to crawl into a hole more than you did now, especially as you heard a deep sigh across from you. You couldn’t even look at him.

"This will be the last of it that I bring up, and then I won't bother you anymore, but… was there a reason you didn't see them as dates? Were they not to your liking? Or perhaps… it’s me you don’t like?”

Your head was shaking before you knew it, vehement denial on your face, and your gaze snapped back to his.

“No, that’s not— I was just nervous!” you exclaimed. “The dates were fine, honestly! I actually really liked them!”

“So then why–”

“Because you’re hot, okay?!” you blurted out, the words now rushing out of you like a dam burst open. “I haven’t been asked on a date in years, so I got nervous, and I’ve been pranked before, and I didn’t want to get my hopes up and get hurt again or make things weird with you–” You realized too late you were rambling, your mouth snapping shut as you realized in horror what exactly you were saying, but there it was. All you could do now was wait on a response.

Lucifer couldn’t help it, a burst of pride erupted in his chest that you thought he was hot, and he had to stop himself from smiling like an idiot. More importantly, he caught the other part of your ramble. His protective side rose up immediately, angry at the thought that others deliberately tricked you with something so shallow, hurting you to the point that you had to doubt yourself and others on their true feelings. No one deserved such treatment, and he couldn’t help how defensive he got when it came to you.

He tentatively took a step forward and, not seeing you prepared to run, slowly drew closer to you.

“I’m sorry that people have been so awful to you in the past,” he said. “The people that did that were undeserving of your attention and your affections, I hope you know that. It was cruel what they did to you, and you never deserved that.”

You could feel your eyes start to burn, vision blurring slightly, but you fought the urge to cry in order to listen to him. The rational part of your brain knew he was right, knew that you hadn’t done anything to warrant being used and mocked like that. But your anxiety still ate at you, used those experiences to sour your expectations.

He took your hand, and when you didn’t take it back, his heart thrilled a little. What he was planning was a gamble, but he hoped it would be worth it as he took a deep breath and continued speaking. “Words cannot describe the influence you’ve had on my life since I’ve met you. You’ve had an incredible impact on my brothers and myself, helping us reconnect in a way that I feared was lost long ago. You've been reckless and fearless in your decisions, to the point that I’ve worried about your sanity.” His lips curved up when you pouted at him. “But that same recklessness and fearlessness may be what saved my family, and saved me. I don't think I will ever meet another human that affects me the way you do."

He gave you a moment to absorb his words, watching the gears turning in your head.

"I can understand now why you've had reason to doubt me," Lucifer continued. "But I promise to you that everything I have done, and everything I feel, is sincere. I will do whatever it takes to assure you of that."

"I-I believe you," you replied meekly. Your hand felt warm in his, but the presence was comforting. Maybe, just maybe, you could afford yourself this vulnerability. Lucifer's thumb began to rub across your knuckles, slowly at first, like he wasn't sure, but continued as you watched.

Lucifer couldn't help but smile, seeing you come around. He wasn't sure what he would have done if you'd run from him again, if his pride could have taken that, but now that he had you, he needed to seal the deal in the hopes that you'd stay for good. As he rubbed soft circles in your skin, he began the final move to secure you, just a few steps to take, really, but massive in scale, his racing heartbeat waiting to expose just how nervous he was.

The first step.

"Do you remember the number of roses I had brought you the other night?" he asked.

The question caught you off guard, the number of roses? You thought for a moment.

“Um. You brought me three of them, I think?” Lucifer smiled immediately, pleased about that. “Why?”

The second step.

Lucifer drew your hand up to his lips, pressing a single soft kiss to your fingers now. The action caused heat to spread in your chest, and you struggled to avoid staring at his lips as you anticipated another kiss, already distracted from the question you had asked.

“Do you know what three roses means, in the language of flowers?” he asked.

You couldn’t muster any words, simply shaking your head in response.

This time, a soft kiss pressed to the top of your hand, raising goosebumps on your arm. Lucifer’s eyes met yours, and the warmth and love in them took your breath away.

The third step.

“It means, ‘I love you’.”

“...Oh.”

The sound left your mouth before you could stop it, wobblier than you’d like. Those three powerful words sent goosebumps all throughout your body, your eyes widening and your mind going blank. Your brain was too busy short-circuiting to respond appropriately, your words temporarily lost to you. But Lucifer was okay with waiting for you to recover; he’d always wait for you.

His next kiss fell over your wrist before he leaned up, leveling himself with you. One of his hands holding yours intertwined with your fingers, and his other hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking the skin gently.

The final step.

"May I ask if you return my feelings?"

You couldn't catch your breath, simply nodding your answer before realizing the poor demon was owed a better response than that.

“I do. I love you, too,” you replied, a grin working its way onto your face.

You wish your voice wasn’t so weak as you said it, but it made Lucifer smile regardless, a relieved sigh escaping him as his eyes briefly shut. The demon wasn’t even aware of the tension in his body up until that moment, and his shoulders relaxed, feeling like a weight had left him. He opened his eyes again to look at you once more.

“Now that we are, perhaps, on the same page, would it be alright if I kissed you?”

This time, a nod was suitable. Lucifer leaned forward, but hesitated just a moment before his lips could touch yours. Although your earlier rejection had been cleared up, hell you’d even accepted and returned his feelings, Lucifer’s wounded pride was still healing and making him second guess things. And you knew this, knew this mix-up was mostly your fault. And if you didn’t get to kiss Lucifer now, you’d always regret it.

You closed the gap before your anxiety could tell you to do otherwise and pressed your lips to his. Butterflies erupted in your stomach, but you stayed strong and were quickly rewarded as Lucifer relaxed against you and leaned into the kiss. After a moment, you prepared to pull away, but clearly your new lover's hesitation was gone as he pulled you back in, deepening the kiss and setting a fire in your belly. If you could have melted in his arms, you would have.

When Lucifer was finally finished with you– only because you really needed to breathe– your legs felt like jello, making you hold onto his body for support, and you couldn't help the giggle that came out. A product of your nerves, you supposed. But your sweet demon didn't mind, supporting you in his arms for as long as you needed. If the soft blush on his cheeks was any indication, he was much in the same position as you, anyway.

One of your hands was still in his, Lucifer’s fingers rubbing over your knuckles again softly. It was almost like he was memorizing the feel of your skin on his, as if he was afraid it would leave, before he stopped and looked at you. Never in a hundred years did you think you'd be here, in the arms of a demon and so deeply in love. Funny how life works.

“So, you think I’m hot, do you?”

Lucifer's question broke the comfortable silence, the demon watching you with a smirk on his face like the cat that got the cream. You clicked your teeth at him, pouting. Of course he’d pick up on that part of your panicked explanation.

“I knew I shouldn’t have said that,” you said, your face burning in embarrassment. Warm fingers gently took your jaw, tilting your head up to face Lucifer.

"Don’t be like that. I'm always happy to hear your honest opinion, my darling," he said, the pet name not helping your racing heart, and especially not the quick kiss he pressed to your lips as he held you there.

“I’m going back to bed if you’re just going to tease me,” you joked, starting to pull away. Truthfully, you were also a little unprepared for just how much sweeter Lucifer was being, the way he looked at you and casually slipping in a pet name being a fatal combination on your mental health. Bedtime seemed a good enough excuse to give your heart a little time to recuperate. But before you could make much progress, strong arms suddenly wrapped around you from behind, keeping you captive once more, and it was impossible to suppress the shiver in your body as warm breath touched the edge of your ear.

“Oh, love, you’re sorely mistaken if you think I’m letting you go anytime soon.”

You’re not sure your heart could take much more.

As always, reblogs and comments are appreciated! 💜

[allywthsr]

THE LEADER | (c.leclerc)

summary: the new boy in your class is funny, so you befriend him. What happens when you find out who he really is? And what holds the future for the both of you?

wordcount: 3.4K words

pairing: royal!charlesleclerc x fem!reader

warnings: reader is a child for now

notes: hope you like this! It’s a series I wanted to do for weeks now, next part will be out when it’s done. Charles is the oldest of the three brothers because otherwise he couldn’t be the king later on.

When you met Charles, you didn’t even know who he was. Well, kind of.

You grew up in Monaco and as a little girl, you didn’t understood the monarchy. You knew that there was a king and a queen and you knew that they were quite powerful, but that was it.

So when a young good looking boy joined your class in fourth grade, you immediately crushed on him. How could you not, with his dark blue uniform, his brown messy but neat hair, his brown eyes, and big smile. You were nine years old and he was ten, of course everyone had a crush on him, but he choose to sit next to you, you were over the moon.

When he sat next to you, the only thing he could say was a quiet ”Bonjour!“, which you returned, but you both were too shy to say anything else.

You clicked instantly, always talking, always laughing, and always doing something together, whether it was during lunch break or when you had free time during class.

The odd thing was, he was never able to go on play dates. Now you understood why, but when you were little you couldn’t understand, you were always sad about it and had one or two tantrums at home because of it. I mean, how unfair that his parents always said no.

You guys continued the close friendship you had over the year. After two months, there was no Y/N or Charles there was just Y/N and Charles.

When you found out that he was the crown prince, it was a dark day. It’s not like you were mad or anything. You were ten years old, you didn’t understand much yet, you just thought he was a normal kid, your best friend, not a prince and at some point in his life, king.

You remember the days as if it was yesterday.

It was summer break, and you played with your Barbie doll as the TV was on after getting out of the pool, waiting for your mum to finish dinner. You had an open-plan house so your mum could see the TV and what you were doing.

Your mum had turned on the TV on some typical gossip TV show, where they showed the newest gossip of the celebrity world.

When she let out a sigh and said: ”Look Y/N, the king and his family enjoying the day on their boat.“

It was important to her, that you knew the king and the queen, to be a loyal resident.

So when you looked up and saw Charles with a big smile and a towel around his shoulders, you pointed with your pointer finger to the TV and said: ”But mom, that’s Charles, from school. He‘s my best friend, he‘s not the prince.“

That shocked your mother. She‘d never seen your friend Charles before, as you always went to the afternoon program the school offered and Charles didn’t, so she never saw him at drop off or pick up.

”Sweetheart, are you sure? Because that’s the crown prince, his name is also Charles, maybe you got them mixed up. I don’t think that the crown prince goes to a local primary school.“

But you insisted that it was him. Your mum thought that you were making things up in your head, she could not imagine that he went to a primary school, she thought that he was either homeschooled or went to a premium primary school, where only the rich kids would go.

”I‘ll pick you up after the summer break, the new school doesn’t offer an afternoon program, so you could maybe introduce me to your Charles.“

You just nodded and started playing with your doll again, not thinking anything from it, you were sure it was a mixup, that your Charles wasn’t the Prince Charles.

Fast forward to the first day of the new school where Charles and you went. The school was out for the new day. You just left your new classroom and went to the lockers where you stored the new and heavy books. You took Charles by his hand and you said to him: ”Let’s go, my mum wants to meet you!“, but when you wanted to pull him with you, he stopped you. You turned to him and asked him what was wrong.

”Are you sure that she can meet me?“, you looked at him confused. He was your best friend, why couldn’t she meet him?

But the truth was, Charles, was told by his parents and the staff to not meet any parents or something like that, because they wanted him to be a normal child, going to school because before he knows he must do everything the protocol needs him to. It was no big secret, that he went to a public school, and a few parents saw him at pick up, but they didn’t think much of it, just like your parents, thinking that this wasn’t the crown prince, but more like a boy, that looked like him.

The teachers were all advised that they should just treat him like a normal pupil, grade him how his school performance was, and no ’your majesty‘. He was Charles, a boy that just lived in a palace instead of a normal house. Just like the other kids he had to do his homework, study for tests, and behave accordingly. But on school trips, the teachers had to have an extra eye on him, he even got security to accompany him. It wasn’t obvious, but wherever the class went, there was always a big man following them.

So when you looked at him confused, he shook his head, ”Y/N, I can’t meet your mum.“

”Why not? It’s not like she‘s the queen“, you joked. Bad joke. Really bad joke. But how were you supposed to know? He never told you.

”But maybe my mum is“, you choked on your saliva and your eyes widened.

”Charles this isn’t funny.“, you let go of his hand.

”I‘m not being funny Y/N.“

”So it was actually you on the TV during summer break?“

”Yeah, they like to report our life.“

”But you’re my Charles, you can’t be royal.“

”I am your Charles, I just have a different lifestyle than you thought I had.“

”Why did you never tell me?“

”I didn’t think that it was that important, we‘re friends because of how well we get along and I was scared that people would try to befriend me just because I am a prince. Or my parents were scared.“

You felt your whole world crashing down, you were 10, so of course you were a little dramatic with it.

”Is this why we could never meet outside of school? I always wanted to play with you, but you always said that your parents said no.“

”It’s because they said no, they didn’t want anyone in the palace and if I go somewhere, that is dangerous, you never know what some people are up to, I don’t mean that in a bad way, but my parents are scared that something could happen to me.“

You understood, but you were shocked. Did you need to be formal with him now? Call him certain things or bow in front of him?

”My mum is waiting, I need to leave.“

You turned around and rushed to the exit of the school. All you could hear was a faint: ”Y/N, wait.“ but you didn’t turn around. Your mum always told you, that you needed to do a formal greeting when you saw the king or the queen, Monaco is a small city, you may come across the king when you’re on a walk in certain places. She never told you how to greet the prince. Do you need to bow as well? Shake his hand firmly? Address him with a special name?

When you saw your mum waiting for you at the gate of the school you let out a breath.

”Can we hurry home? I want to tell you something.“

So you did just that. And when you sat on the couch you told your mum that ’Charles from school‘ was actually ’Charles the crown prince‘. You could see that her posture changed. Excited to be near a royal but scared that you could’ve said something that could upset the family. So when you finished the story of what happened at the lockers with Charles, you had questions.

”How do I greet him? Do I need to shake his hand as well or bow? And do you think that he can come over now? I want to show him my room.“

Your mother clearly didn’t know what to tell you, she never thought that a situation like this would appear in her life. She needed to speak to your father about this.

”Why don’t you go play and we can talk about this when Dad is home? Lunch will be done soon as well.“

You agreed and when your dad was home, he spoke to your mum, you all sat on the couch ready to talk. Your dad started.

”Mum and I talked about Charles and darling, you do have other friends outside of Charles, right? Because we think it’s best if you focus on them a little more. Charles can be a complicated friend, he is the crown prince. I don’t think he can ever come over for a play date, it’s a dangerous thing for him.“, you thought about the words Charles told you earlier, ”You need to bow when you see him, and maybe ask him if you need to call him crown prince Charles or if prince Charles is enough. The royal family is an important part of Monaco, Y/N. I hope you understand this. He‘s not just your friend, but the future reign of the country, that’s a big thing.“

You nodded understandingly and so you didn’t want the next day to come, scared of how he will react if you call him crown prince Charles.

What you didn’t know, the discussion that happened in the palace over dinner that day.

The Leclerc family sat at the long table in one of the dining rooms they had, over some smoked salmon and Charles was telling his parents how he told his friend, who he is.

”She wanted me to meet her Mum and I said no“, the king gave a nod of approval, while collecting some salmon on his fork, ”and then I told her that I am the prince of Monaco because she tried to drag me to her mum.“

The king was about to put his fork full of salmon in his mouth, but let the silverware fall down where it landed on the old plate with a loud clink, while his eyes widened.

”You what? Charles that is unacceptable. You know how important it is for you to be safe. The more people that know where you go to school, the more uneasy it will get for you there. Maybe we should move you back to your old school. It’s too dangerous, I knew it from the beginning but you insisted on being a normal boy. Charles, one day you will be the king of Monaco. You need to take this a little more seriously, it’s not something you do lightly.“

Charles suddenly felt really small on his chair, his head sunk and his jeans pocket was more interesting than the food that was served on the table.

”We need the staff to call your school and maybe you can go back to your old school again, it’s safer.“

”But Dad, please let me go back there tomorrow. Maybe she didn’t even tell anyone and I can continue my school journey on the normal school. I know that I will be the king, but at the old school, they reminded me of that daily. It was refreshing to not be the crown prince for once. And Y/N is my best friend. I don’t want to leave her, I finally have a genuine friend. You should meet her, she‘s lovely.“

”You can only go if you take Ben with you, he‘ll be by your side the whole day. You will notice sooner or later that you won’t have many friends if you’re the king. Get used to it, Y/N will move on faster than you will know.“, with that he ushered the maid to get Ben to wait in his office to talk about the next day. Ben was the kids’ security, he was a big, bulky man. In front of the king and queen a rather cold guard, but whenever he was alone with the kids he was playful, funny, and always down for some mischief. Charles liked him a lot because he was allowed to run around and play whenever he was out with Ben.

Charles was sad about what his father told him, he didn’t think that Y/N would move on fast, you guys were like Bonnie and Clyde, you only worked together. He hoped he didn’t ruin your friendship because he was the prince of Monaco.

The next school day couldn’t come fast enough for Charles.

Charles came to school a little earlier than usual, while you were running late, which was unlike you. You were always the early one, having to wait for Charles. So when Charles waited for you in the schoolyard for 10 minutes and you still didn’t show up at your usual meeting spot, he scoffed and made his way to the classroom. He was scared that you wouldn’t come today or you suddenly were sick.

But he wasn’t prepared for what he saw when he came into the classroom.

You, sitting next to Cassandra and talking to her squad. That was on the other end of the room where your seats were. He tried to get eye contact with you but failed miserably. Just when the teacher came into the classroom and ushered everyone to go to their assigned seats, you looked at him, while taking your seat.

”Y/N, why didn’t you wait for me at our meeting spot? Are you still mad because of the thing yesterday?“

”I‘m sorry my prince, I didn’t mean to upset you.“, was all you pressed out while staring at the blackboard, where the lesson had already started.

”My wha-? Y/N you can’t be serious, I‘m Charles, stop with the nonsense.“

”But you are the prince of Monaco, our future King, I can’t address a royal by their first name.“

Charles took a breath and wanted to answer you when your teacher spoke up.

”Y/N and Charles, I know the Summer break was fun and all that, but you can tell each other all about that during the lunch break, yeah? It would be nice if you would pay attention.“

You both nodded in sync, but Charles whispered something in your ear.

”We‘ll talk about that later, I‘m Charles to you.“

You looked at him and you could see in his eyes, that he wasn’t the happiest of what suddenly happened to your friendship.

After the boring lessons, it was finally time for the lunch break. Due to you guys still being young and new to the school, you had to be guided to the hall where lunch would be served. Everybody picked their buddy’s on the first day of school and it was no question that you and Charles were buddies. Now you regretted it, the awkward silence between you two was unbearable.

Before you reached the hall, Charles spoke up.

”What was that this morning? I‘m still your best friend Charles.“

”My parents said, I need to call you prince and be formal when I talk to you because you are the heir of the country. And I don’t want to hurt you if I don’t.“

He was speechless. He was the same person as before he told you he was the prince.

”No Y/N, I am your Charles and we’re best friends. No prince or whatever, okay?“

”But we’ll never be normal friends, I’ll never be able to visit you at your home and you can’t come to my house. I’ve always wanted to show you my room and the new toy I got.“

”What if you come home with me after school tomorrow? I will get my parents to allow it, I’m allowed to have friends and, normally, they visit each other.“

Before you could answer, you arrived inside the food hall and you got your lunch, pasta with bolognese. You sat opposite from Charles and it was funny to see him eating that dish, the red sauce was everywhere on his face but you didn’t look any better, he always found it hard to eat pasta with Bolognese, it just somehow ended on his face more than in his mouth. You also discussed the really important topic, if Elefant could actually fly because Charles saw Dumbo on TV last night.

So after the lunch you got back to your old self, chatting with Charles the whole time, pushing each other or tickling him when he least expected it.

So when the end of the school day neared, he got a little nervous.

”You have to ask your parents later if it’s okay if you come home with me tomorrow. They can pick you up by 6:30 pm if that’s alright. I talked with Ben the other day about how we could arrange a meet up“, he saw your confused face, ”Ben is a big guy and he always watches over me when I‘m outside but he‘s also a really good friend.“

You nodded and he continued: ”So your parents just have to come to the palace when you‘re getting picked up“, you nodded again.

”Yep, that sounds like a good plan, I‘ll ask Mama later. But I‘m sure she won’t mind.“

”You know, I‘ve never had friends over before, I‘m quite nervous“, you looked shocked at Charles. Never had friends over? Everybody had someone over or at least when you celebrated birthdays. You weren’t the most popular student in the class but you got along with everybody and would invite some of them to your birthday. That’s what you do, right?

”Never had friends over? How do you celebrate your birthday?“

”Well, the press comes over to take a picture of me and then I celebrate with my family. I had little to no friends in my old school, it was a snobby school and everybody tried to be my friend because they knew that I am the prince.“

”But isn’t it lonely when you have no friends?“

”I have friends, but they all live inside the palace, all the maids are nice or Ben, Ben is my best friend, apart from you of course. I also have my family. My cousins and I get along really well, and let’s not forget my younger brothers. Lorenzo is my younger brother and Arthur is the youngest. I like to play with them, I‘m never lonely because I have all these people around me.“

”That’s fun! What do we wanna do?“

”We can play in the garden, no wait, I‘ve got this really cool toy, it has lights all over it and is a ship. I want to show you it!“

While you made plans the school was out and you both said your goodbyes.

”Charles I‘ll see you tomorrow. I‘m so excited!“

”Me too Y/N! I can’t wait.“

You waved to him and walked the other way, to where your mum was waiting, after greeting her and getting in the car, ready to go home, you said: ”Charles and I made plans tomorrow!“

”Cool Y/N, what are you going to do during lunch break?“

”No mama, after school, he invited me to his house!“

She had to stop at a crosswalk to let pedestrians cross the walk and with a shocked face she turned to you.

Part two

[corviknight-appreciator]

Do so. Destroying the moon here would cause many problems.

…Why do people have particularly strong opinions about the moon on here?

[dalamjisung]

Matching Set Masterlist

college!AU

popular!jeongin x introvert!reader

summary: Y/N and Jeongin had been together since birth. Seriously since birth– their mothers were best friends and while hanging out to complain about their never ending pregnancy, bam. Rumor has it that Y/N took a little while to cry, blinking around for a couple of minutes until the gentlest of screams came out of her tiny body. Only later, when the parents got together to congratulate each other, did the mothers found out that Jeongin had been born five minutes before Y/N, and it seemed that her quietness had been her own early way to wait for who would later be her best friend. And as if sharing a birthday wasn’t enough, these two had to share everything else; from their lunch at school to the bed they slept on. Thankfully, as next door neighbors, the trip was minimal.

It continued like this for decades to come, through middle school, high school, and finally, college. Their applications were sent together and their letters came in the same day. Miraculously, they chose different degrees, and for an entire night, Y/N cried to her mom about losing her best friend. Maybe this will be a good experience for you two, she laughed, petting her daughter’s head. But Y/N just couldn’t see a positive side to being without her Innie. Later, they would make a pact– one that vowed to always be there for each other. And he looked so earnest and honest that Y/N just couldn’t understand where that nagging doubt tugging on her heart was coming from…

What happens when these two experience freedom like nothing they’ve ever seen? And what will be of the matching set when they are put apart? Can the lifelong friendship survive the ultimate test of time– college?

update schedule: Every Sunday :D

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🌚 chapter one: hyung I’m suing you

🌝 chapter two: fellow clowns

🌚 chapter three: what bothers you, my little freeloader?

🌝 chapter four: forgiven but not forgotten

🌚 chapter five: she doesn’t need me anymore

🌝 chapter six: Mandatory Movie Marathon™️

🌚 chapter seven: delayed reactions

🌝 chapter eight: no turning back

🌚 chapter nine: things are about to change

🌝 chapter ten: another case of innie being innie

🌚 chapter eleven: see you then

🌝 chapter twelve: it’s a date

🌚 chapter thirteen: we need to talk about yesterday

🌝 chapter fourteen

🌚 chapter fifteen 

🌝 chapter sixteen

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hi lovelies! I know I have been a bit gone from the fake text scene, but I’ve been working on this for a bit now, and I am really, really excited to share this new story with you all! Han’s story will be going into HIATUS as I’m trying to sort the overall plot and details and will be reworking it after I get my muse back fro Rhythm & Rhyme. Also: there are timeline plot-holes and for that I apologize! Because it’s been a while since I wrote these, there was a mixup with the timeline of all the following stories, so truly, I am sorry-- I’ll do my best to keep everything together neat and tight! Thank you for your love and constant support!

IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO GET TAGGED FOR THE RELEASE OF MATCHING SET PLEASE LET ME KNOW AND I’LL START A TAGLIST!

[eustasskiddsprosthetic]

Yuhh so Sabolaw but Sabo is aromantic?

(I'm so sorry if I depicted being aromantic inaccurately! I read 1 article and 1 reddit thread so please correct me on anything!! But back to the narrative!!)

These two idiots first meet in medical school and even though they only knew each other for at most two months before Sabo dropped out, they knew that they were soulmates. They just click in a way even they don't understand.

They find it easy to stare out into the sunset and not say anything. Sabo felt comfortable leaning on Law's shoulder and asking him—a diehard doctor/surgeon—if medicine is right for him.

Law, in turn, would reassure his silly blonde friend that he would succeed no matter where he went. It was a matter of deciding where he wanted to go, when and how. Law was the one to fill in Sabo's drop-out form, except Sabo's signature and press send on the email.

Post Sabo dropping out and swapping degrees, their favourite activity is sending little letters to each other's dorm rooms in university. They write these really long letters detailing how their week went and whatever they find interesting.

Sabo would go on about his new degree and Law would bitch about his uncle. They could just as easily text each other, but they would rather not use their phones too often. Besides, they found letter-writing intimate. It forced Law to keep his handwriting neat.

At first, Sabo thought it was a romantic sort of crush. It was nice because it was the first time he felt such warmth for someone. When Sabo told Ace this, Ace noticed something a bit... not romantic.

He asked if Sabo wanted to kiss Law and touch him sexually and Sabo immediately said no. He got heart flutters whenever Law wrote back but they were not exclusive? It's the same heart flutters when he attended Luffy's highschool graduation or when he picked up an autographed copy of his favourite writer's book... Hmm.

It really is not personal. Sabo tried to reason. Sabo never had crushes on anyone and personally found the concept rather silly. People fall in love? He knew a good working relationship needed more than just that but why did everyone focus so much on... What? Love?

Sabo doesn't get it. He thinks it's strange but he would be upset if Law rejected him. At a certain point, Law said he was pursuing a relationship with someone and Sabo did not feel jealous or scorned or anything like that, really.

"Will we still be friends?" Sabo blurts out. They meet up occasionally. They text for that.

"Why, of course," Law replies easily. "A relationship's just one part of it. It just means I have more to write about in our letters, beyond my uncle and Sora."

"That's good."

Law pouted.

"I mean our letters!" Sabo clarified. Law huffed. Law really hated his uncle and loved Sora and he was afraid Sabo thought he was boring. "Please don't ignore me! I'm sorry for the mixup! Law!"

But on a more serious note, Sabo found that reassertion of friendship more reassuring than he thought it would.

Sabo very confidently concluded the thing he's feeling is a platonic crush. He needed to workshop what it means but he liked the way it sounded at least. It has the intensity of feeling but also complete lack of romance he feels towards Law.

It wasn't romantic but Sabo cared about Law. Law was up there on the list of people Sabo considered important, second to himself and brothers. Sabo valued Law's opinion, not just of his personal character but of everything in general. Law's happiness was his own.

So it damn near devastates Sabo to see that one day, long after graduation when they started working...

It started with an unreplied text. And then an unreplied letter. And then a growing pile of unreplied letters...

They still met up. Law was busy, Sabo knew. Being a doctor was busy enough but a surgeon? Insanity. There was a reason why he dropped out of medical school!! But Sabo supposes something is wrong.

Law looked away more, almost to the point where they barely looked each other in the eye nowadays. Sabo knew Law still listened to him but he would suddenly blush, get jumpy and fuss over stupid things. Sabo wished he knew how to comfort his distressed friend, his precious soulmate whom he would do anything for.

[normal-paldean-student]

Cerise 101

Name: Cerise Akasaki (née Rene/Renée, mainly relevant for flashback stories as Cerise was adopted as a name very recently)

Gender: female (transgender)

Pronouns: she/her

Born: February 27, 1986

Age: 17 (approximately)

Notable abilities: psychic foresight (about five seconds)

Languages spoken: Japanese*, French*, Unovan, Paldean

Canon counterpart: Red

*Notably, she's referred to the languages she spoke as a child as Japanese and French rather than Kantonian and Kalosian, as well as mentioning that animals existed back home, suggesting that her original universe may have been much more similar to the real world than modern Pokémon canon is.

Cerise was raised by a single mother in Pallet Town, Kanto, with her father out of the picture earlier than her first memories. She had a close childhood friend, a boy named Green, and a takeover event during Muse Mixup Madness indicated there was a girl named Blue around as well. (Her own family name, Akasaki, means red.) Green was friendly as a young child, only taking on the less savory traits of his canon counterpart after an unspecified incident when he and Cerise were about six years old. Cerise has stated that she considers the incident to have been her fault.

When Cerise was ten years old, well... she's a Red. I'm sure I don't need to rehash the entire plot of Pokémon Red Version to you. Her starter Pokémon was a Charmander, which she named Charm, and the first Pokémon she caught was a Rattata named Whisker, which was in her party at least long enough to evolve into Raticate before being replaced.

As proper rivals along their respective journeys, Cerise and Green were able to begin healing their relationship, and they became proper friends again after she defeated him at the Indigo Plateau. Cerise's final team was Charm (a Charizard by that point), as well as a Raichu, a Tauros, a Slowbro, a Fearow, and a Primeape.

Well... friendship wasn't the only thing between them by the time everything was over. Both of them were around the age to start having their first crushes, and there was something mutual between them. However, it was the 90s, and as far as both of them knew, they were both boys. It's unknown how Green processed his feelings (though in a timeline where Cerise never left her home universe and Blue was the protagonist instead, he did end up marrying her at some point), but Cerise, well... between the spotlight she was getting as Champion and the growing realization that she might not be straight, she eventually decided that the best way to handle the situation was to disappear to Mt. Silver for a while while she tried to process everything.

End Act 1.

Cerise didn't end up staying on Mt. Silver for long. Definitely not long enough for a certain Johto protagonist to come by and challenge her. Unfortunately, though, that wasn't because she decided to return home. It was because was pulled through space directly out of her home universe and into... her home in Pallet Town? But it wasn't her home. It looked like it, but everything was off, and even the people weren't the same as the versions of them she knew.

Cerise hasn't elaborated much about what happened in that second universe. She especially hasn't talked about what happened to her mental state when she realized she had no way to get back to anything or anyone she knew, though it can be reasonably inferred that it was nothing good. There are, of course, some things that we do know happened, but I'm sure I don't need to rehash the plot of Pokémon Green Version to you.

End Act 2.

Again, Cerise woke up in "her home" in an alien Pallet Town. She hasn't said anything at all about what happened in this universe, though logically it must have been another blow to realize being pulled out of one universe and into another wasn't just a one-off event. Other than that, all we can know is that overall, events must have followed the plot of Pokémon Blue Version.

End Act 3.

There's an obvious pattern here, isn't there? Cerise hasn't said anything about it, but it can be reasonably inferred that this universe followed the plot of Pokémon Yellow Version.

End Act 4... actually, end the acts completely. There have been so many worlds, so many universes. It's hard to keep track of the numbers after a point.

Obviously, her first universe after Yellow clued her in that it wasn't always going to be variations of the same story. Then she got to Crystal, and finally decided she was going to be a girl. And so on and so forth, through universe after universe, living through the stories of every main series game and several side games as well—the Ranger and Mystery Dungeon games have been confirmed, but they're not the only ones. And always as the protagonist.

She's gotten several injuries along the way, ranging from minor nuisances to disabling ones that should have been permanent, only for her body to be back in pristine condition in the next universe without even a scar, as if none of what she'd just been through was real. She's not ungrateful for having a fully functional body, but the disconnect between her experiences and her physical reality causes a lot of distress at times.

At an unspecified point during one of her many journeys, she went back into the closet, pretending to be a boy from that world on and only coming out as a girl again in this most recent universe. She hasn't pursued more than social transition, though, as the physical reset isn't limited to unwanted injuries—any and all physical changes disappear in each new world, regardless of the type. She can't pierce her ears, for example, and the few times she managed to get HRT, the few months' effects she was able to get disappeared the next time the cycle advanced. Without being able to access the long term effects of anything, it doesn't feel worth going through all the effort it takes to get it.

Cerise isn't actually completely certain of her age. She knows her birthday, and the year she was born, but she's definitely not in her 30s. 17 (18 on February 27, 2024) is the age on this world's legal documents, so that's what she's going with. It's not wrong—she is an older teenager at this point—but the amount of time she's experienced feels like it's been longer than seven years.

After the events of The Way Home in this Violet universe, Cerise ended up staying in Paldea much longer than she expected to. She got involved with Pokédex research with Mr. Jacq—both filling out the complete Pokédex and some more in-depth work with Dudunsparce and the Pokémon in Area Zero—and also may or may not have done a few things with Ms. Raifort. Nothing can be proven on that second front.

She also became close friends with Ella @oh-shinx and Mare @aura-acolyte, though her relationship with Ella is more sisterly and her relationship with Mare is, well... after a long mutual pining period with both of them being silly about their feelings, they eventually had to talk about it after a heat-of-the-moment kiss happened between them between the events of The Teal Mask and The Indigo Disc. Cerise isn't comfortable dating when she knows she's going to disappear any day and lose her, but everything's out in the open now.

The most notable things about The Teal Mask were as follows: Cerise thought Carmine was pretty, Kieran had latent psychic abilities that resonated with Cerise's during his breakdown and caused her to lose her composure too, and after Cerise tracked down and caught the Loyal Three to prevent them from causing any more trouble, she temporarily got replaced by a younger version of herself who somehow managed to rehabilitate them through the power of friendship and the power of knowing absolutely nothing about the situation, much to the normal Cerise's confusion when she returned.

The events of The Indigo Disc more or less followed canon as well, though Cerise expressed a strong dislike of Unova before going to Blueberry. Carmine was particularly upset about Drayton referring to his cafeteria meeting with Cerise as a date, on top of her normal dislike of him. Cerise did not notice this, as she was too busy thinking both Drayton and Carmine were cute. Cerise was also able to recognize Kieran's psychic abilities during their Championship battle. She hasn't said anything about what happened in Area Zero during the DLC's events, besides saying that the group was successful in what they were trying to do and there were no major injuries.

Also this world's Arven is basically a were-Lycanroc and I couldn't find anywhere to fit that in properly.

On February 27, 2024, Cerise disappeared, pulled into her next universe. Nemona, Penny, Arven, Kieran, and Carmine took over maintaining the blog, though none of them made very many posts.

Almost a month later, on March 26, 2024, Cerise was discovered to have been pulled into Kalos when one of her friends from her new universe, Tierno @santalune-swords-dance, made a post about how she'd chosen to name a Luvdisc Mare. So far, this journey seems to roughly mirror the plot of Pokémon X/Y, though with the timeframe updated to be in 2024 and with some of the cities now having contest halls. Her other new friends are Trevor @pokedex-parfaite, Calem @friendly-neighborhood-calem, and Shauna @poke-mon-amie.

Caught in Paldea:

Cerise's current Pokémon are as follows.

Caught in Kalos:

???

Blossom (Meowscarada F) (with Hazel @grass-pokemon-appreciator)

Ribbon (Annihilape F) (with Nemona)

Tim (Dragapult M) (with Nemona)

Lady (Palafin F) (with Nemona)

Cheese (Espathra F) (with Nemona)

Chonk (Clodsire F) (with Nemona)

Chime of Eternity (Iron Valiant) (has not been seen since Cerise's disappearance)

Gluttonous Beast (Miraidon) (with Arven)

entirely too many Dudunsparce (with Jacq)

Caught in Kitakami:

Ember (shiny Arcanine M) (with Carmine)

Ogerpon (with Kieran)

Munkidori (with Mare)

Fezandipiti (with Mare)

Caught in the Terarium (all currently unnamed and currently with the League Club):

Okidogi (with Mare)

Pecharunt (with Mare)

Alolan Dugtrio F

Dodrio F

Alolan Ninetales F

Duraludon M

Whimsicott F

Flygon F

[sitp-recs]

I come to order the fics with a good amount of tasty content, you understand me. Something I've noticed (or I'm unable to find on my own) are sexual pollen-themed fanfics (in this case it could also be potions?) The fact is that I look for some fanfic where they are accidentally sprayed with something similar and end up together in some way:3

Hi anon! I’m a bit picky with sex pollen dubcon and don’t read it often so this list is on the short side, but here are some recs for you. I’m sure my followers will be able to share more!

Finding a Cure by @slytherco (E, 4k)

When an antidote mixup leaves Harry under the influence of a lust potion, stranded with Draco in his office after hours, there aren’t many things they can do. Leave it to Draco to do just the right ones.

Incident Reports (That's Not How May Queen Works Remix) by megyal (M, 5k)

Only you, mate, Ron says, and doused with May Queen, honestly, and can't wait for this report.

Sex Ed for Aurors by curiouslyfic (M, 9k)

Some things, you need to learn on the job.

plasticine porters with looking-glass ties by @bonesliketambourines (E, 15k)

Lately, Harry thinks things don’t seem the same between him and Draco. His head is in the clouds when he thinks about what their relationship is now, and where it might be headed—he’s happy with their friendship, but he wants something else. A potions accident over a lunchtime visit to Draco’s lab (what does he get up to in there, anyway?) changes things, though, and accelerates their relationship faster than either of them had ever expected. How are they going to get through this new development together?

Lusimeles by spqr (E, 23k)

“You’re not special, Potter,” Kingsley informs him, not looking up from his work. “But I’ve already done Occlumency training!” Harry splutters, indignant. “And it’s Malfoy.”

Once More With Feeling by InnerLilith (E, 28k)

Draco is dosed with a consummation-compelling potion, with Harry Potter as his intended. It’s a cruel irony, because he’s wanted Potter for years. But not like this. In which the boys try to deal with the fallout from an excruciating fuck-or-die, and end up with much more than either of them expected.

Symptom of Your Touch by NoxNoir (E, 115k)

St. Mungo's Healer Draco Malfoy is used to being pushed to his limits when providing aide to the ailing, but when an unexpected encounter with an out of character Harry Potter throws his life out of balance one night, he is forced to ask himself how far he's willing to push his own levels of discomfort to be of aid to a man in need of help that only he can provide. And once that need for aid is over, how will he find balance in his life again?

[headmate-packages]

Source White/Blacklist

Always being worked on

Also please note that things listed on the lists can be listed for a multitude of reasons from "this triggers me" to "I dont like it right now" or "I love this thing" to "I'm burnt out on it" things can appear or disappear from any list at any moment

Blacklist: Any 18+ media (with some specifics mentioned below but any) Any Vivziepop Work Sausage Party Z-O-M-B-I-E-S Anything relating to school shooters including Zero Day The Coffin of Andy and LeyLey Zootopia Ticci Toby Miles Morales Austin Moon/Ross Lynch

Whitelist: Those starred(*) we never finished, but we enjoyed what we saw, or the concept/idea of

Those with exclamations (!) are very important interests of hours

Stamp Sale Angels of Death ! Monster High* My Little Pony (G4/Friendship is Magic)* Austin & Ally ! R5 ! FNF Shakespeare works * The Wind in The Willows (West-end musical specifically) Pico's School Vocaloid (tho we don't know a lot about them) South Park* Adamandi !!

Mixups:

^ Mixup sources are things that from what I see, seem to be really popular, but that don't interest me personally. The mixup list is to let you know that while this source isn't blacklisted, I'm not very interested in it, and I will deliberately go off canon to create this member (which might be kinda fun)

Project Sekai Genshin Impact The Amazing Digital Circus Most (maybe even all) Roblox games

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

i’m liquid smooth, come touch me, too

by poopypantsbennett

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham, Robin Buckley (mentioned only), Dustin Henderson (mentioned only), Max Mayfield (mentioned only) Additional Tags: Damn here I am again, working on porn without working on my WIPs, Modern Era, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Rockstar Eddie Munson, Massage Therapist Steve Harrington, Under-negotiated Kink, Mildly Dubious Consent, like barely but it’s worth mentioning, Massage, Sexual Tension, Bottom Eddie Munson, Brat Eddie Munson, Top Steve Harrington, Brat Tamer Steve Harrington, Explicit Sexual Content, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, there’s a little plot bc its me, it’s lonely at the top kinda vibes, Power Dynamics, a LITTLE bit don’t sleep with people you hire but this is fanfic LMAO, I Wrote This While Listening to Mitski's Music, Edging, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Steve Harrington Has a Big Dick, Eddie Munson Has a Praise Kink, Porn with Feelings, because again it is I, One Night Stand Into Lovers, YEAH ITS GONNA BE ANOTHER SERIES IVE HAD A BAD YEAR, Past Tommy Hagan/Steve Harrington, very possible future:, Minor Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson Friendship, Size Kink, Spit Kink, mild in this but will be a thing in the sequel, Mentions of lesbian Robin Buckley and lesbian Chrissy Cunningham, Spanking, Overuse of italics, Dialogue Heavy, These bitches interrupt each other like 40 times, Gay Panic, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, I’m never beta’d pls forgive me Words: 7,569 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

“Muah back ‘atcha,” Eddie fake kisses the receiver dramatically and ends the call right as there’s a knock at his door. He’s swings open the door and is greeted by- Not a woman named Raina, that’s for damn sure. “Uh, sorry can I help you?” A man with a perfectly messed up in a cool way head of hair, golden flecked brown eyes with moles and a few random out of place freckles blinks back, checking the Apple Watch on his wrist and then the door number. “You made an appointment with the spa right? I’m your 3 o’clock, I’m sorry I’m late we had kind of a mixup with half our freelancers, I’m not good with technology, so like-“ (Or massage therapist Steve and rockstar Eddie meet after a mixup and things get heated)

[rileysecretfox]

Hyunsung fic!!!

Summary: Hyunjin and Jisung are travelling to a friendship reunion, but have to make a stop overnight.

Featuring hotel mixups, misunderstandings, spilled secrets and supportive found families.

[bobbie-robron]

Robron Fanfiction Recommendations (May-2023)

The below were recommended during May-2023 on Twitter

Waiting till your ready (2016) 13.2K words, jamesm97

With the trial looming, all Aaron wants from Robert is friendship but that changes quickly when Aaron kisses Robert in Bar West. He’s willing to give them a chance and see if they can last as a couple for two weeks and then make it official. That all is blown out of the water thanks to a post from Robert’s sister and it’s full steam ahead with them including a trip to Vegas with Vadam after the verdict…

Never Look Back (2017) 12.5K words, SugdenLovesDingle

The lads get a puppy. The lads and Liv move into the Mill together. Aaron meets Sarah. Robert accidentally texting Adam more than once. These are just some of the thirteen stories that offer up the lads and Liv in happy moments and in the bulk of them, they are married. This was written in the middle of hell year in a time we needed some goodness to compensate for the full on split of the lads at that time.

It’s Always Going to Be Aaron and Robert (2018) 2.4K words, coffeeandghostwriting

Robert’s heart just can’t take it anymore. Sebastian isn’t his and Aaron is continuing on with the pointless one while the best friends route is at a standstill. What’s there to do but leave the village as there’s nothing left there for him… or is there…?

The Best Man (2015) 17.5K words, orphan_account

Robert and fiancé Chrissie are attending her sister’s wedding to Adam but there’s a mixup and Robert winds up having to bunk with best man Aaron. Robert may not like the arrangement at first but getting a look at the best man, well… that changes things. It doesn’t take long for the interest to grow and there may actually be someone who is rooting for the two of them to get together (sorry Chrissie). Do the two have a chance or will the two go their separate ways after the wedding is over?

Homecoming (2017) 18.3K words, supercali

It’s been seven years since Robert left the village unable to cope with how things ended between him and Aaron and seeing him around all the time. Now Robert’s returned for a short time, for Diane’s funeral, and is even considering moving back. That there really is a pipe dream as he is met with a cold reception by most especially Chas. And Aaron… well… it’s not cold but would it do more harm than good being around each other. Yes, the best thing to do is to return to Cardiff after all. But after a certain someone shows up months later at his, maybe it’s time he and Aaron clear the air and truly talk…

Welcome to the New Age (2018) 18.9K words, thesnowyswan

There’s something special about Aaron so much so that the government is trying to get their hands on him but he’s being kept safe or so he thought. Aaron turns to Robert as a safe haven to quiet the noise and he begins to have feelings for him. When Robert learns what Aaron’s secret is, he questions whether those feelings are real but that doesn’t last long when he realizes there are others closer than they think that would use Aaron for their own means. In the end, both are not safe and will need to protect each other if they want to have a life together and no longer hunted…

The flat, the owner and the thing (2017) 16.8K words, nothing_much

At uni, Aaron, Adam, Vic and Finn are all sharing a flat that belongs to Robert who’s been away with Chrissie doing internships. That doesn’t last when both show up unexpectedly and move into their own room… well for the most part, Aaron finds Robert sleeping on the couch but still catch each other’s eye. Almost right away, Robert is secretly sneaking into Aaron’s room during the night to sleep and more. Will they have anything more than snatches of secret moments while Robert remains with Chrissie and will anyone find out there is more going on between the flatmates than they are aware?

Revenge (2018) 10.8K words, Rugtreebonds

We know him as the boring, bland, the pointless one, Doc Hair. Here, he is not a happy bloke with Aaron back with his ‘blonde god’ and the two of them enjoying being back together. Well, the bunny boiler can’t have that and he sets out to remove certain obstacles so he and Aaron can be together. Will he succeed?

Revenge 2 - Until Death Us Do Part, 16.0K words, Rugtreebonds

This is a follow-up to Revenge with Robert, Aaron and Liv trying to move forward but their nightmare is far from over with the bunny boiler continuing to cast a shadow. While the fic is marked as complete, the ending doesn’t read as a closure so forewarned!

30 Years On (2017) 2.2K words, robron_til_the_end

What’s going on here? Robert is supposed to be in meetings yet Aaron sees him hugging a strange woman. Is he cheating on him? The answer is very much a no but who exactly is this woman? Don’t worry, it’s all really good!

Not alone (2016) 4.1K words Port_in_a_storm

Robert’s gotten a cold which is exacerbated because of the damage to his lung from the shooting. While Robert doesn’t want to put any more burden on boyfriend Aaron about his condition, he stubbornly gets support from a certain someone which leads to a friendship we’ve wanted to happen. This is the lads so we know Aaron will find out… what will he think and what will be his reaction?

What I never knew I wanted series (2017) 17.9K words, storiesthatmakeus

A trio of wonderfully written stories which has that woman doing a runner (never to be seen again) soon after Ollie’s birth leading to Robert solely raising him with proper support from his family (gasp!). As the story progresses organically over time, Robert and Aaron find their way back to each other (no plotty seat fillers in sight), Robert moves back into the Mill into a new (and ideal) living arrangement and lastly, the family welcomes a new addition after several years of togetherness…

A madness to the method 🔒 (2018) 12.8K words, their_dark_materials

NOTE: you need an account to view the fic. Also, it shows as part of a series but there is no follow up story. Aaron is an actor about to star in his third big role in a 1920s period piece. His co-star is none other than Robert which he had a big teenage crush on. That crush turns sours at his first moment of meeting him (those tabloid rumors were true after all). It doesn’t help with filming but after reaching a turning point, real and reel life start to cross lines. Will a teenage crush become more?

[jigensass]

I also forgot to mention since I did get my platinum trophy for Gaiden, so I finally got around to playing the Infinite Wealth demo (both sections).

And here are my thoughts about it the gameplay.

I found this in the demo. If you can’t see it that is a little placard for Food Stamps benefits in one of the shops.

There is definitely a different feel about Infinite Wealth. The lighting didn’t need to go so damn hard and during this cutscene I oozed over how Ichi had hair physics as the car window was open.

But hey I think that is RGG just flexing to say they’re big boys now and can render shit like this.

1. I really hope the map is bigger or stuffed with more things to do. I know it’s just a demo, but being able to see all the districts of Honolulu scares me. But (dear god hopefully) we have finally moved away from Kamurocho for good. I wouldn’t mind getting a nod to Sotenbori or Yokohama with a little bit of gameplay here, but I really hope there is a new final boss area besides the Millenium Tower that takes the series in a new direction.

2. The gameplay is similar to 7, but they added a Limit Break meter. And I am glad they did not restrict Kiryu to a ‘one-punch man’ and incorporated something that hasn’t been seen since Yakuza Kiwami which is the three style combat method.

3. The way to build the friendship meter and how Ichi makes random friends around town is good, passive stuff.

4. DIVING IN THE OCEAN FOR GARBAGE.

The one thing I dislike is that they have finally upgraded the weapons system and have implemented crafting mechanics. I know this has been a thing since Judgement, but I never messed around with the elixirs in that series. Seeing it as a requirement to get better weapon stats doesn’t make me feel good.

Also, cooking.

At least the engine is getting more stable with each entry? Right? Right?

I know Yakuza 7 was not for everyone I certainly didn’t finish it because the last boss was a goddamned scam. No matter if you cheesed it with poison damage, by phase 2 of the fight you were guaranteed a game over because his KO moved ALWAYS went for Ichi. And unlike Dragon Quest if the ‘hero’ died your party could move on, but LAD decided to use the hardest difficulty option from DQ where Ichi is always a requirement to have at the front of your party and if he dies, it’s game over.

With what appears to be a party size of nine or more characters, I still am not a fan of how party combinations have to revolve around Ichi and how he HAS to be in that #1 slot all the time. There is definitely some good room now for some good party mixups and all the new job sub classes that we will be getting.

Why don’t they make having Ichi an optional tagalong and have him just appear in cutscenes where he is needed even when he’s not in the party or just be able to control him outside of the battles even if he’s not in your main party lineup, you know, like in Dragon Quest 11? I’m hoping this will change, but I doubt it will.