#a fic where chat dances and everything is not very heterosexual in nature

[kwa-mii]

Only The Dance [Ch.2]

Hey!! the second chapter of my Ninoir (DJNoir?? what’s the ship name) fic is now up on ao3 ~ (after only a month’s wait lmao) I won’‘t be updating this fic further on tumblr except to post notifications about it so please keep reading on the archive if you liked it! (On a similar note I’m on holiday rn so I’m trying to be online as little as possible. My tumblr might be dead in general for the next two weeks rip since I’m too low-maintenance to create a decent queue. Sorry!!)

[Here’s a link to the 1st chapter here on tumblr!!]

I won’t be posting this ol fic in its entirety on tumblr anymore, but here’s a little snippet of the new chapter for you cuties <33

Wait - was Chat leading? Being deliberate? No, Nino could see it in the loose rhythm he followed, this was casual. What the hell did Chat dance like when it was deliberate? And why the hell did Nino want to find out so badly?

"Hey, Nino, bro, is something up?"

'Other than my dick?' were the words that almost left his mouth but he hurriedly got some others out instead before his soul left his body from embarrassment, "Oh, no, uh, nothing. Not one thing. There is currently a grand total of zero things that are up."

Smooth.

He coughed, forced more garbled language up his throat, "Just, uh, I haven't ever shared my music like this before. It's a bit weird. I guess I spaced out."

"Well, spaced out would be right because it's genuinely out of this world."

Again, here’s where you gotta go if you want more ;3