#also how is it that they're always at least a bit possessive in my fics - istg i can't write them any differently 🤣

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this fic is so close to being done! I'm hoping to finish it sometime this week! so need all the motivation and validation i can get so here's another snippet 🤣🤣🤣

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“Alright, mi amor.” Eddie purrs into Buck’s ear, then kisses him again. He half-sits to grab the lube and spread some over his dick. Buck looks up at him, eyes shining with love and anticipation, as his hands land on Eddie’s sides, gently moving up and down. Eddie positions himself against Buck’s hole, then chuckles at Buck impatiently wiggling his hips with a little grin. He’s so adorable. It should be impossible to be so smoking hot and so adorable at the same time, but that’s Buck, his own personal ray of sunshine Eddie can never look away from. “First time making love to you as your husband. First of countless more.” he whispers, leaning down to capture Buck’s lips again. 

“Mmm, god, just hearing you say that could make me come.” Buck responds, wrapping his arms around Eddie, and kissing him again. Then he makes a satisfied sound when Eddie starts slowly sliding in. “You’re all mine forever.” he moans around the last word, as Eddie bottoms out, his dick filling Buck up just like he loves.

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Ooh my goodness I saw your post about Sasuke bringing back his S/O from the dead and the brainrot worms just immediately clocked in 😵‍💫 Please please give us a short fic about it! Specifically with the side effects//struggles of bringing someone back from the dead like memory loss, struggle to speak bc of either the previously mentioned memory loss or simple damage to their vocal cords (Ooor I mean, if you wanna go deep into angst bringing out the fact cognitive abilities being damaged at least for a while and the amount of pain they'd feel so they're dependent on him is also fair game)

Another fact that is just VERY angst filled is if they're brought back against their will but unless Sasuke let them go they're stuck there forever

I'll leave it up to you to decide how you wanna go about it though! thank u for your absolute god-like work as always! muah! 😚

author's note: Our brainrot worms must be in sync because the moment I saw your request, this fic basically 'wrote itself'! Thank you so much for the idea and I really hope I did your request justice! <3 <3

warnings: Sasuke is a bit yandere and maybe ooc, but isn't he always? ; death; revival; blood

Wanna know a secret?

People used to say that there was a never chance for me. That with everything that happened - the massacre, the lies, the hatred - I was always bound to become a monster. Poor little boy that witnessed the slaughter of his own family and spend years chasing the shadow of his brother, while slowly drowning in his own self-pity and anger.

But the truth is that it wasn't Itachi or Konoha that made me that way.

It was you.

You, who broke through the walls I've been building for years, leaving me raw and exposed. You, who believed that I could've been... should've been different. You gave me hope, you made me believe that maybe, just maybe, there is a chance for me.

For us.

And suddenly you left me. All alone, like I always have been.

I know you are not going to like what I am about to do. If you were here, you would tell me that this isn't the way. That I am not the person I was before that I am making a mistake by trying to bring you back. You would look at me with those innocent eyes of yours, before lacing your fingers with mine and tell me that I have to let you go.

But you are not here, are you?

Not yet, at least.

And you know I can't let you go. Not now, not ever.

If the cost of having you in my arms again is my soul, I would pay it. If it means burning the world and the heavens, then so be it. I will destroy it all - time, death and everything that separates us - till nothing remains but you and me.

. . .

i.

"-Edu Tensei is the only way-"

The cold edge of Sasuke's blade pressing against his throat was enough of unspoken warning for the white-haired male to know this was not the right answer to the demand he had just received. Closing his eyes, he tried to steady his breathing without letting his composure crack.

This was far from the first time he found himself on the receiving end of Sasuke's anger. Yet this time it felt... different.

Kabuto has spend enough years with the Uchiha to understand how he worked. Despite his cold and stoic demeanor, he had always possessed a dangerously short fuse. The slightest provocation, especially if it was connected to his past, was enough to ignite an inferno of rage. The Yakushi man has observed his evolution firsthand - from a grumpy boy hungry for revenge to a deadly shinobi, who kept swinging back and forth on the edge of his crumbling sanity.

The ninja that stood before him was a version of Sasuke that he has never seen before. There was no fire behind his gaze, only empty, glowing voids, so cold that Kabuto couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine. Unlike the last time he saw him during the war, he looked cold, calculated and controlled.

Too controlled for the white-haired man's liking.

"Sasuke, you have to understand there are limits-"

"I understand more than you think", Sasuke interrupted, his right eye glowing with the Sharingan, while his left one remained hidden, "If Edo Tensei is your only answer, then I have no use of you. You are wasting my time."

The blade was lifted only for a second from Kabuto's throat before it flew toward his Adam's apple. He felt the cold tip slicing his skin, a few drops of warm crimson red blood falling on the floor.

"Wait!", Kabuto blurted out, his head falling back against the wall in a desperate attempt to create some distance between his body and the sword.

Sasuke's hand immediately stopped, but the cold metal did not move away from the cut it has created. Instead, it stayed in place, getting painted in red, while Sasuke his head in a silent command for Kabuto to speak.

"There may be another way...", the Yakushi gulped, his voice barely above a whisper. The Uchiha leaned forward, his only visible eye narrowing just the slightest as he studied the older man's face.

Looking at him almost two years after their last battle, Sasuke felt the bitter taste of anger and desperation mixing in his mouth. How could Kabuto, of all people, be the only person who could help him bring you back? The idea of having his sleazy hands touching your body, experimenting on it... The mere image of him being close to you made him naseous.

Yet he was the one who came here and demanded help. Much to his displeasure, he had no one else to turn to. Orochimaru had left the village, but even if he was here, it was the case that his student has surpassed him long time ago.

"I am giving you ten seconds to explain, before I slash your throat and hang you on this wall to bleed out."

The threat was clear and final, making Kabuto nod his head in a weak agreement. Once the blade was removed from his throat, his fingers immediately moved to touch the cut from which there were still dripping red drops. He pressed his hand against his neck in an attempt to stop the bleeding, while his mind rushed through different possibilities of how to handle the situation.

On one hand, just like Sasuke, he was pardoned for his crimes and was given a second chance to rebuild his life in Konoha. He was a carer in the local orphanage and for the first time since he could remember, he felt somewhat... satisfied. It wasn't his dream job, but it was a job and it was the first step to clearing his image.

On the other hand, he was wise enough not to underestimate the things an Uchiha is ready to do, especially in the name of love.

"It is not a technique I've ever tried before...", Kabuto finally said, his fingers tightening around his throat, "It is a theory I was working on right before the war started. It goes beyond a simple reanimation and unlike Edo Tensei, it does not have any limitation. Once they are back... they will be fully back."

"Fully back...", Sasuke repeated, testing the words on his tongue. The snake-like man in front of him nodded his head, his free hand lifting up to fix the glasses on the tip of his nose.

"With their own will, thoughts and emotions", Kabuto confirmed, one of his eyebrows raising just the slightest, "It will be as if their death never happened. But.."

"But what?", he snapped through gritted teeth. Of course, nothing was ever simple or straightforward with the white-haired shinobi. For all the knowledge and skills he had, he never made anything easy, even when he was serving other people in the past. And while he successfully managed to convince Konoha he has changed, Sasuke had enough experience living and training with him to know the truth.

A snake will always be a snake.

And the mere fact he didn't seem to even try to convince him not to meddle with the world of the dead, was enough of a sigh that his heart remain to be just as dark as it was in the past.

"Like I said, this technique works only in theory", Kabuto said slowly, his gaze moving between the two different eyes of the Uchiha in front of him, "The person that comes back may not... be the one they were before. It may also have consequences not only on them, but on everything and everyone around. Disturbing the natural flow of life like this-"

Sasuke clicked his tongue, his mouth twisting into a displeased frown.

"I didn't come to you to listen to half-hearted warnings and lectures on balance of nature", he snapped impatiently, "Do it or I will find someone else who will - and you know well enough what that means for you."

Almost as if to prove the seriousness behind his threat, the blade pressed itself against Kabuto's throat once again, before moving to the side, successfully cutting a fine line against all four knuckles of the his fingers that were still pressed against his first wound. The man let out a loud hiss, his hand jerking away instinctively.

"I will need time to prepare", he muttered, his jaw clenching in a weak attempt to try and keep his mind away from the stinging pain, "Two days at least."

Sasuke let out a small 'hm' sound, his brain processing the proposed timeline. Every ticking moment without you already felt like a whole eternity passing. Two days was too much, especially since it involved the risk of Kabuto deciding to share his demand with other people. Not that he didn't plan to deal with Konoha soon enough for what they did, but now, for the first time, there was another priority other than revenge - and that was you.

"You have one", he said with finality, before turning around and starting to walk away.

One day. Even for a man who was used to deal with challenging situations and impossible deadlines, this was hard to achieve. Kabuto watched the Uchiha's retreating figure, his chest and head both feeling heavy with the realisation of what he is about to do.

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ii.

From a far, you looked peacefully asleep. The moonlight that managed to find its way into the room was reflecting through the glass that covered your body, pale highlights dancing across your face and chest. Your fingers were crossed on top of your chest and for a second, Kabuto could swear he could see it moving up and down, as if you were breathing.

He blinked once. Then twice. Yet the illusion did not repeat itself.

He made a few cautious steps toward the see-through casket in the centre on the small hall, his eyes narrowing as he got a better view of your body. Your flawless skin, your carefully combed hair, your neat kimono - Sasuke's determination to bring you back the way he remembered you was clear in every detail. Kabuto had no idea how the dark-haired male did it, or even from where he got such precise knowledge about body preservation, but the sight in front of him was a pure imitation of life.

Almost flawless.

"Is that your work?", he quietly asked, his voice ringing with notes of both admiration and wariness. He kept his distance, his eyes scanning every inch of visible skin, searching for any signs of mistakes in the Uchiha's method. There were none. No signs of decomposing, decay or any imperfections. Putting aside the fact that your skin looked paler than it should be, the sight in front of him was a perfect replica of you, completely untouched by time.

Faint footsteps sounded behind him and he turned his head only to see Sasuke approaching the casket from the other side. He didn't pay any attention to Kabuto, as his gaze was focused on you, his lips pressed into a thin line. His eyes traced every line of your peaceful expression, before his only hand lifted and placed itself on top of the cold glass, right above your face. His fingers twitched, slowly dragging themselves down, as if he was trying to reach out and cradle your cheek.

"It is", he finally responded, his voice unusually calm and almost... soft? Kabuto looked at him with unease, before he moved his attention back to you.

If he was scared of Sasuke yesterday when he had his blade pressed against his throat, he was both terrified and baffled now. It was no secret the Uchiha harboured deep feelings for you - he had met you right before the war and since then he always tried his best to keep you away from harm, even during the times he was one of the most wanted criminals by every Hidden Village. You had been his pillar of support and light through the darkest times of his lives - from his pursuit of revenge on his brother to the brutal realisation of all the lies he has been told through the years. Even during the war, his main motivation was not so much to prove himself as capable leader for Konoha, than keep you save.

Ironically, he actually succeeded. He managed to keep you sheltered from all the horrors and blood the ninja world had to offer. Shortly after he was pardoned, he brought you back to his home village, much to the surprise of all of his fellow shinobi. He never introduced you as officially 'his', but everyone knew you were holding a great significance for him. You were not only his save haven, you were everything - his home, his purpose, his future...

All till the day some Leaf ninjas took you away.

It was Sasuke's fault, really. He knew that the past could not be erased, yet he foolishly believed he may be given the chance to start anew. The wounds he had inflicted to both the village and the people there were wide open and despite the years and his actions during the war, they never truly healed. Beneath the surface of the reluctant acceptance he had received by all the villagers, there was mistrust that changed his whole life in just a few seconds.

He remembered the event quite vividly, despite his attempts to erase it from his mind. Every waking moment it haunted him like a nightmare, clutching its claws into his body and soul and refusing to let go...

You laughing in the kitchen, while he watched you with admiration from the kitchen table, his fingers nervously playing with the small ring box in his pocket.

The two shadows which crossed across the wall almost too fast for him to react.

Sounds of broken glass. Table and chairs thrown to the side.

The sound of his name leaving your lips before you threw yourself behind his body, a chocked out gasp leaving your lips once the sword meant for him pierced your chest.

The way his heart stopped inside his chest, his hand moving almost automatically as he brought the last remaining intruder down before he collapsed next to your body.

Your lifeless eyes, who continued to stare at him, a small tear escaping from one corner and landing in his trembling palm.

Kabuto watched as Sasuke shook his head, bringing himself back to reality. The Uchiha casted one last glance to you, before he clenched his jaw and stepped away from the casket. His steps were rushed and urgent, showing his desperation to pull away from the the memory of that day and his failure to keep you safe.

Silence filled the room and for a while the snake-like man could not hear anything but his own breathing. While not one famous for showing sympathy, there was the tiniest spark of pity inside his eyes as he watched the broken man before him. It was then he understood it didn't matter what he said or how much he warned him about the potential risks involved.

Sasuke Uchiha, the man who was always been swaying on the delicate edge between reasonableness and insanity, has officially lost himself to the latter.

All because of you.

"We need a sacrifice", Kabuto finally said, his body moving toward the small table in the corner, where he left his bag earlier, "A life for a life. You did an outstanding job with preserving their body, but again I cannot guarantee what the side effects may be-"

"You will have your sacrifice by the end of the night", Sasuke interrupted, his usual cold and collected composure back in place. Before the white-haired shinobi could say anything else, he was left alone with the chilling feeling of two cold eyes staring right at his back.

. . .

iii.

The first thing you felt was the cold.

Not just in the air around you - it was inside your skin, creeping its way through your veins. The feeling was if you were being chewed alive, yet once you tried to open your mouth, you found unable to move. Your limbs felt heavy, the muscles - unable to respond. Your mind was slowly crawling its way out of the dizziness, yet your body refused to respond.

Then, you heard it - the faint sound of something moving on top of you and then a muffled voice saying something. You tried to focus on it, forcing your senses to sharpen. The words started to sound clearer and clearer till eventually your brain grasped them.

"Open your eyes."

The words echoed around you, ringing inside your head as you tried your best to do as told. The coldness inside of you felt like a heavy anchor which kept pulling you down while you desperately tried to break through the surface. The voice kept repeating the same thing over and over, becoming louder and clearer.

Suddenly, almost as if a bolt of electricity ran through your spine, your body jolted, your chest raising high in the air as you gasped for air. Your lungs felt like they were on fire as they expanded, the painful sensation spreading through your chest as you chocked in the mix of a saliva and cold air.

Something warm pressed against your cheek and it took you a good minute to realise it was someone's hand. Your eyelids, despite still feeling like stones on your face, fluttered open only to be met with a piercing and blinding white light coming from somewhere above you. Everything felt so distant and muted, as if you were waking up from a dream that has lasted all eternity.

The hand on your face moved, its touch gentle as you felt it cupping your jaw. You blinked rapidly against the harsh brightness, the world around you slowly emerging out of blurriness as a face came into focus above you.

A man. Tall, with sharp features and straight black locks reaching his shoulders. Only one of his eyes was visible, black like onyx and staring at you intensively. He had a few days stubble covering his chin and cheeks, while dark bags decorated the area under his eyes.

Who the hell was that?

And why was he looking at you like that?

You tried to open your mouth, but no sound came out as all you could do is let out a quiet gasp. The man's expression shifted slightly, a spark of concern flashing though his tired face. His fingers moved down from your chin, across one of your arms, before taking your hand in his. The longer he remained touching you, the more panicked your attempts to breathe became.

"It's alright", he murmured softly, his dark brows furrowing as he watched you struggle beneath him, "Just focus on breathing. Everything is alright."

Everything, however, was not alright.

Sasuke watched you eyes flicking between him and your surroundings, the feeling of panic evident in the way your chest rose and fell erratically. He could feel your fingers tensing under his while you slowly started to get control of your limbs, achieving nothing more but a few stirs. The expression on your face, however, was what hurt the most - it was one of pure fear and terror, almost like the day they took you away from him.

"Shh, stay calm", he whispered, yet his words seemed to have the opposite effect as he noticed your weak attempt to squirm away. His jaw clenched as he watched you struggling to come back fully to your senses.

Something was wrong. Something was horribly wrong.

Of course, Kabuto has warned him that there will be side effects. That you may be disorientated at first and have problem with moving on your own. He expected you not to remember certain things, like the day you were killed of even some minor events from your life. What he didn't predict, however, was the possibility that you may not remember anything, including him.

His hand withdrew from yours and he casted a fiery glare at Kabuto who was sitting in the corner of the room, rapidly writing something on a piece of paper.

"You said you could bring them FULLY back."

The white-haired ninja did not look up immediately, instead focusing in finishing the report he had started once he saw the first signs of life appearing. In any other event he would probably give more of his energy in addressing the Uchiha's rising anger, however now he felt like he was the one with an advantage. Sasuke may be one of the strongest shinobi alive, but he had nothing on Kabuto's knowledge and skills, especially when it came to the delicate science of reanimation. His experience as the best student of Orochimaru and the man who managed to perfect jutsus like Edu Tensei gave him a dangerous sense of confidence, even in the face of a heartbroken lover who was ready to do anything to bring their soulmate back.

"I did", Kabuto said at last, his voice unusually calm as he attached the pen to the top of the paper before putting it away, "I also told you there will be side effects and you need to be patient. Not that it has ever been your strong suit..."

Sasuke let out a small scoff, his lips curling in disdain as he got to his feet and starting walking toward the other man. The urge to trap him in a genjutsu and force him to experience every single horror he had ever inflicted on other people was growing like a wildfire inside of his chest. Perhaps it was even a fitting punishment for a monster like him, way more deserving to be trapped in a cycle of his own sins than allowed to live peacefully working in an orphanage.

The Uchiha stopped a mere foot from the desk, his fist clenching by his side in an attempt to stop himself for reaching out and doing something he may regret later.

"Fix it."

Kabuto lazily lifted his eyes, one if his eyebrows rising slightly above his glasses.

"Fix it?", he repeated unimpressed, "You speak as if I am a handyman fixing an object. This is a human we are speaking about--"

The words seemed to strike a cord and Sasuke's hand shot forward, slamming onto the desk right next to Kabuto's head. His breathing was sharp and uneven, his anger radiating from every fiber of his being.

"You don't get to act all high and mighty, Kabuto. We have been knowing each other a little too long and a little too well for you to pretend that you can actually consider a person as anything other than an experiment."

Kabuto froze, his eyes instinctively shifting toward you and meeting your gaze. From where you were laying, the scene looked almost like a distorted dream. You heard voices, yet you couldn't understand what were they saying. The fear continued to run inside your veins like a paralyzing venom, leaving you completely helpless in the company of these two unknown men.

The truth was that Kabuto did not care about Sasuke. In fact, given everything he has done, it served him more than right to lose you and rot in guilt and grief all his life. But Kabuto had to agree that he had a right - maybe he was not the best person to be giving him a lecture of the difference between an 'object' and a 'human'. After all, in his eyes they were all the same.

But not you.

You were special. Different. You were not just a mere experiment, far from it actually. You were the culmination of everything he had worked for, the result of years spend in studying, experimenting, theorizing and manipulating. You were the proof he achieved what every great scientist had longed for - a way to cheat death. Completely.

Of course, he wouldn't leave the job half done. Not when he was so close to perfecting his greatest achievement. In his mind, he couldn't even think of the last time he felt so excited and so... alive. Whatever reservations he had because of Sasuke or his recent pardon by Konoha were now forgotten. Instead, all he could see was you. Breathing, blinking, looking around. Your existence defied nature and he felt a strange satisfaction knowing he had achieved what everyone else, even Orochimaru, deemed impossible. It was all way too different from any type of reanimation he tried before.

"The connection between their body and soul is still fragile", Kabuto finally muttered, his golden eyes still locked with yours. Slowly, he stood up from his seat, moving around the dark-haired Uchiha as he approached you. His steps were quiet and measured, as if he was trying not to scare you even more. Tilting his head to the side, he found himself in a strange trance.

"It's a delicate balance, the one of life and death. It can easily tip, especially when one lack patience and appreciation of this beautiful process. I told you this is not just attaching a soul to a vessel, it's about understanding and repairing the bond that connects them. It's about creating a..."

He knelt beside you, his face just centimeters from yours. Edu Tensei has always given these void and empty black eyes to the subjects it revived, an ugly imperfection that reminded that they were not truly alive. But yours... They were just like they were supposed to be when you were alive. Despite being unfocused, there was a spark of life in them.

"... miracle."

As Kabuto finished his sentence he reached out to touch your face, before his wrist was harshly grabbed by Sasuke.

"Don't touch them!"

The air in the room seemed to suddenly grow tenser as you watched the two men hovering above you. Any trace of softness that Kabuto's expression held till now disappeared as he furrowed his brows, his snake-like gaze turning toward Sasuke.

"I fear your demand may be unreasonable, Uchiha. I can't help them, if I am- "

"Your job is to figure out a way to fix your failure and finish the job I asked you to do", Sasuke interrupted impatiently, his grip tightening, "You can do that from your desk."

Kabuto tilted his head, his jaw clenching as he held his ground in the little staring contest he found himself in. After a minute, he roughly pulled his hand, before taking a step back.

"Very well then."

Without another word, he returned to his desk and started to gather the scattered tools he had left in a disarray earlier. He could feel two pairs of eyes burning at the back of his neck, but he refused to acknowledge any of them.

'Such a strong body, yet such a foolish mind', he thought as he put everything in one corner and then simply turned around toward the door. Once again, Sasuke has proved himself incapable of understanding, let alone appreciating, the power of science and what one can achieve with it. Instead he remained a big strong brute, driven by impulse and incapable to open his mind to all the wonders in his world.

As he stepped out of the room, Kabuto glanced back one last time over his shoulder, his golden eyes focusing on yours. He gave you a small smile, almost a friendly one, before shutting the door behind him.

. . .

iv.

The following weeks were like an eternal nightmare, from which neither of you could wake up.

Every day blended into the next, leaving nothing behind by growing frustration and thinning remains of patience. Time felt frozen in this place, as if all three of you were trapped in a constant loop.

For you, the world was a blur - everything was new, yet somewhat familiar. Even the small things, such as walking or playing with your hands, felt foreign and out of place. It was almost like you got into a foreign body and you were left with no choice but to learn how to work with it. It took a full week for you to gain full control over your body, but when you did, it still felt like an insignificant progress.

And what if you could walk, run and do everything you were doing before when your mind remained a dark fog with no clear direction or sense of self? Fractured images kept flashing before your eyes every now and again, leaving you more and more confused. Some felt like memories - stuff that actually has happened once upon a time - but some felt like nothing more than a dream your brain has created in attempt to escape the boringness.

On the other hand, Sasuke was always around. He slept in one room with you, he took you out so you can breathe some fresh air during the day, he brought you food, books and random trinkets to entertain yourself. He rarely kept his distance, and even when he was, you could feel his watchful gaze on the back of your head.

At first, he terrified you. His energy was dark, even sinister in a way. Yet you couldn't help but feel a strange feeling of a familiarity. Sometimes, when you thought he was not looking, you glanced at his profile, studying his face and trying to put the puzzle pieces together of who is he to you. He was a cold man, rarely talking or even responding when you asked him questions, yet he always hovered protectively over you.

And then there was Kabuto. A total opposite of Sasuke.

He was nice - always gently smiling at you, asking if you are okay. There was always a strange softness in his eyes, one that you wouldn't expect from a man with snake-like features like himself. Sometimes he would catch you by yourself and he would make the time to sit down and chat. Most of the time it was about mundane things - the weather, random interesting facts and when he was in a good mood, stories from his past. It took a while for you to be able to reply given your throat burned like an inferno every time you tried to produce any sound during the first week, but slowly you started to respond. At first it was by short words such as "yes", "no" and "do/don't", but soon you started to form full sentences till you relaxed enough to even laugh at some of his silly jokes.

Yet, despite his gentleness and understanding, your inner instinct was screaming at you to be careful. You couldn't tell exactly what, but something with him was ... off. Maybe it was the way his eyes lingered on you too long for your liking or the way his smiling mask quickly shifted into something more sinister when he thought you were not paying attention, but something was making your skin crawl every time he was near you and Sasuke was not.

"What is the relationship between you and Kabuto? Are you... friends?", you asked one night, breaking the peaceful silence that had settle between you and Sasuke. He was sitting on the opposite chair of you, calmly reading a scroll while your attention was focused on the playful dance of the flames in the fireplace.

Sasuke didn't look up immediately, instead using the extra minute to gather his thoughts before he lifted his eyes toward you. His expression remained blank, as it always was around you, but you could see the slightest tension of his shoulder muscles.

"Allies", the answer felt somewhat dishonest as he remained staring at you, "For now."

Picking the strands of the soft rug under your fingers, you searched his face, expecting him to provide a further explanation. Like always, such explanation never came. Instead, his focus returned to the scroll in his hands, his eyes dancing across the piece of paper as he pretended to be very invested in what was written in it.

"But you don't trust him, do you?"

The man snorted at your assumption and you immediately took it as confirmation of what you have suspected. The two have never outright fought in front of you, but there was always a certain tension in the room when both of them were in it. Sasuke always seemed to move closer to you when Kabuto was nearby, his lonely hand resting on the hilt of his sword, ready to react at any given moment.

"Trustworthiness and usefulness usually do not go hand in hand", he said finally, his eyes boring into yours as he started to carefully roll the scroll. You kept your gaze locked with his, unsure what he meant by his answer. It was clear that the the 'usefulness' was somehow connected to you but you still couldn't make a real sense of it. No matter how many times you asked either Sasuke or Kabuto why were you being kept here and why you were subject to so many tests and 'treatments', you were always met with the same answer : "Don't worry about it, it will all come back to you."

"What happens when he is no longer useful?", you asked as you watched him get up from his chair and walk over to the small bed in the corner of the room. While his constant presence around you bothered you at first, you appreciated that he kept some form of distance unlike Kabuto who often was too close to you for your comfort.

For a moment, you thought Sasuke would ignore your question entirely as he just started arranging his blankets and pillow, not showing any interest toward your questioning.

"Then he will be dealt with."

Deep inside you knew that his words should make you feel uncomfortable, worried even. Kabuto has always been kind to you, and it sometimes even felt like he cared for you, in his own strange way. If it wasn't for him, you may still be laying on that cold metal table you woke up on, unable to move or speak.

Yet you couldn't ignore the feeling deep inside your gut that there was a reason for Sasuke's warning. You felt guilty questioning the white-haired male's intentions, but you couldn't shake the feeling he was looking at you as an object opposed to a human. He has been very open to you - he had told you up quite a lot about his own past, including his experiments with people - but instead of appreciating his honesty, you found yourself fearing him. Perhaps this is why you found yourself trying to stay attached to Sasuke's side more often.

Or maybe it was because of these damn flashing images that keep popping in your mind.

Recently they have been coming more and more often. Sometimes they came and went so quickly, it was impossible to catch them. Other times, the lingered, dragging you into a world of unfamiliar faces, places and events. Every time you tried to make sense of them, put them in some kind of order in your mind, they kept blending, creating an even thicker fog of confusion in your head.

You never told Sasuke or Kabuto about it. With so much conflicting emotions and hidden motives, it was hard to tell which one you could trust and which one you could not. One thing you knew for sure - none of the two men were entirely honest. Sasuke, with his cold and collected behaviour, was surely knowing way more than he was letting on about who you were and how did you end up in this labyrinth of broken memories and sense of self. The kind gestures of Kabuto, on the other hand, felt almost disturbing as his eyes followed you like a pray around the hideout.

You were trapped in a rabbit hole of questions, falling deeper and deeper every time a new face or place popped in your mind. The only certainty you had that in this place you had only person you could trust - you. And you had to do everything in your power to get yourself out.

. . .

v.

One moment you were gazing at an old photograph, your brows crunched in confusion, the next one you were on your knees, your hand muffling the loud sobs that threatened to leave your lips.

The image you held in your hands was not one you've seen for the first time. In fact, you have seen it countless of times during your stay here. You have found it accidentally under Sasuke's pillow one day when you were cleaning around the room and while you never asked him about it, you periodically reached out for it, studying it. You were in the middle of it - lips stretched in a wide grin and eyes closed, while a small key was dangling from your pointing finger. Right behind you was Sasuke - his hair just a little bit shorter than now, showing his mismatching eyes who looked directly down at you. His lips were curved into a soft smile, while hand gripped the side of your stomach.

You had reached the conclusion that you and Sasuke were in some form of relationship a long time ago. Were you simply lovers or something more serious? Were you married? Did you had kids? You didn't know, but you were sure the little glances that he threw your way now and the way he was constantly hovering over you was not things a casual boyfriend would do. So it wasn't the image of you two that triggered this intense reaction in you.

It was the window behind you in the photograph.

The small wooden kitchen window, to which you have not paid any mind till now, but now you couldn't look away from it. The same window you were facing while you were putting away the dishes the day you...

died.

Your knees buckled after you as suddenly you were hit with ton of forgotten memories. One after the other, they kept filling your brain with a rapid speed, making you grip your head with both hands in attempt to stop it all.

Inaho Village. Your parents and brother. Bloodshed.

Growing up with your grandma. Healing lessons. Fire.

Sasuke. Sneaking around before the war.

Moving in together after the war. Konoha.

Death.

.

You were supposed to be dead.

The sudden realisation made your head spin and you fell on your bottom, your eyes filling with tears. The memories kept coming, your tears kept flowing and you could swear time froze.

For how long have you been sitting on this cold, bare floor? It may be a minute, it may be an hour. Or even two.

The sound of a door opening caught your attention and you lifted red, puffy eyes only to meet the shocked ones of your lover.

"Sasuke, what have you done?"

cc artwork: Leo Pold

[total-drama-brainrot]

World Tour Assistant Noah AU (where he is always an assistant):

After the gross kiss failed to stop Alejandro's flirting... Noah begs Duncan to convince Alejandro, that Noah is too dorky to date... but Duncan has an even better idea; make Alejandro jealous for fun!

(In this AU, Duncan and Courtney had broken up before Season 3, so Duncan isn't a cheater!)

Duncan: "Thanks for letting me return to the show, handsome.~" 😘

(Duncan kisses Assistant Noah's cheek.)

Alejandro: "Duncan, I will DESTROY you!" 😡

Noah: "I just want to be left alone!" 🙄

Wait hold on... hold on... this is just the premise of my favourite Dunnoah fic series but with an assistant Noah twist. And extra Alenoah flavouring. That's not to say I'm against the idea.

Though I can't really imagine Duncan ever committing himself to flirting with Noah unless the two had struck up a deal prior- Duncan's that specific brand of 2000s era bigoted where being seen as anything but straight is a social crime (despite the fact that Duncan is definitely a boykisser, just in denial), but he's also aware of just how much of a threat Alejandro is in the competition and the latino's huge obvious crush on Chris' personal assistant, so I think Duncan could push aside his own internal biases to at the very least propose a similar idea to Noah.

Really, it'd be beneficial for the both of them; Noah gets to subtly-not-so-subtly tell Alejandro to back off by responding to Duncan's advances but not his, and Duncan gets to rile up Alejandro enough to redivert his attention away from the competition itself thus increasing his own chances of winning. It's strategic, really, nothing more.

It's that line of logic that has Noah eventually conceding that, for all intents and purposes, it's a good plan. So he deigns to play along, at least for a little bit, just to get Alejandro off of his back.

And, canonically, they're both shown to be at least half-decent at flirting, so whatever displays they have planned to annoy Alejandro would be just convincing enough to really get under his skin. Especially since Alejandro's shown in canon to be the protective/possessive type (mostly in All-Stars, in how he reacts to José insulting Heather) and likely wouldn't take too kindly to Duncan swooping in on "his amor" or whatever Spanish nickname he'd substitute it with.

Which all eventually leads to the scenario you proposed; Duncan plants a wet one on Noah's cheek and Alejandro sees red.

Noah's already exhausted by default, but feels weariness seep into the marrow of his bones as a seething Alejandro glares poisonous daggers towards Duncan, who's committed enough to their little ruse to in turn shoot a wink and a pair of finger guns towards the assistant. Deciding that he isn't paid nearly enough to deal with the inevitable confrontation between the two idiots who've apparently taken an interest in him (Duncan's, of course, being a known ruse), Noah leaves to go and do his actual job.

...

And then, Alejandro confronts Duncan directly in the Economy cabin, claiming that he doesn't deserve to so much as look at Noah, and that he (Alejandro) was the one Noah kissed and therefore the object of his attraction so Duncan better lay off. This is news to the punk, and adds a whole new layer of complexity to their plan. And perhaps something he can later exploit to give himself a leg up in the competition.

But why does the idea of Noah kissing Alejandro make his chest tighten up with envy?

And then maybe Duncan finds the untamed passion of Alejandro's genuine fury kind of hot and he too enters the metaphorical boxing ring of feelings? Aledunnoah endgame? The intern server has been posting a lot of Aleduncan lately so letting those two get together (and with Noah in there too, as a bonus) just seems natural to my brain at this point.

[ilovetheriddler]

2024 Writing Round-Up

@finniestoncrane left this open for anyone to do, so I thought it would be fun! I won't tag anyone specific. Anyone can join in!

words posted:

32,235 on ao3, but it's definitely probably closer to 35k overall since I haven't gotten around to posting everything I've posted over here on there yet!

additional words written:

.....probably close to 100k? Since I work on my novels in my spare time, I think those count?

fandoms:

Oh boy! Dc Comics definitely takes up a large portion of my fics! Hehe... But Ghostbusters and The Evil Within have also been ones that I've written quite a few for this past year!

highest kudos:

I believe that would be obsessions, my Edward Nashton x reader fic that was actually my first ever requested one if I recall correctly!

highest hit one-shot:

That would be Denial of infatuation (Edward Nigma) with 476 hits over on ao3.

new things i tried:

I started writing smut, which as someone with no sexual experience whatsoever has definitely been interesting so far. Trying to find good words to describe certain parts can be a bit frustrating, though! Hehe.

fic i spent the most time on:

Easily The Enigma Of Love, which is still ongoing, but I've taken a brief break from writing it because I was overwhelmed by current events. I love that story, and I do have all the major events for it planned out, I really need to finish those last few chapters!

fic i spent the least time on:

Hmm... I think the first Joseph Oda fic i wrote? Because i typed that out like a woman possessed, I finished that one in a day and was overall very happy with how it turned out.

favorite thing i wrote:

Good girl, my Oswalda Cobblepot fic, that was an extremely self-indulgent one because no one else had written anything for her when I originally posted that, so I was starving for content!

favorite thing(s) i read:

Literally anything by Finnie. Also, @bogwitchfanficdump and @ap41cu5, they're all really good writers!

writing goals for 2025:

To get out of this freaking writing slump!! Let me go!! Let me write again! Why won't the words "word" right?! (Also, to finish The Enigma Of Love so I can move onto my next big multi chapter fic.)

new works:

I've got a few things in my drafts I'm working on, some Ghostbusters stuff, some Percival stuff, Riddlers stuff like always, and of course, the fics for the little raffle that I held, I originally wanted to get those done before the end of the year but I got really sick and couldn't really do anything for a few days!

[dispatchwithlove]

I'll have you know that I talked with friends ages ago about Shepard resting her cheek in his palm about how much trust you have to have bc god turians could rip you(a human) apart!

Then you put it in writing and I nearly combusted. I have to take some floor time.

I can tell that the fic is gunna destroy me in the best way

Dude, don't get me started on the topic of physical vulnerability in romance/sex! You already have though, so here goes, sorry (I'm not).

As an unashamed monster fucker/monster romancer, this is what it's all about! There is something so moving, so entrancing about a character finding safety, comfort, and pleasure from a character that possesses traits that frighten others, especially physically. Scenes where Belle softened her nerves and touched Beast tenderly shook me as a child! The bravery, vulnerability, and kindness it took is so touching. His huge mits that just swipe wolves away, the sharp claws on his thick fingers...and she just puts her tiny little hand in his, trusting him to be gentle with her! UGH! My heart.

Have you watched or read The Ancient Magus Bride? It's probably my favorite monster themed story. There's this scene where Elias (who looks scary even in his "normal" form) busts out into full scary monster mode and just SHREDS something that hurts Chise, and when it's over he's self conscious and ashamed, not wanting her to see him like that, and her reaction is so beautiful! She accepts him as is, and offers him assurance and kindness. UGH! My heart!

Monster fucking/romancing, to me at least, is all about accepting someone who's different, but it's also about finding comfort and safety in something you're supposed to fear. It's about finding beauty and attraction in features you're supposed to fear, like sharp claws/talons, sharp teeth, etc. It's about a character allowing themself to be vulnerable and trust that the other character is going to be tender. Because that's what love really is, right? Exposing your vulnerabilities to someone and trusting that they'll treat you with tenderness. That you'll open yourself up to someone, letting them see all of your imperfections and insecurities, and they'll still love you, protect you, be gentle with you. Portraying this emotional vulnerability through literal physical vulnerability just works so beautifully. It's a literal "you could hurt me right now, but I'm going to trust you and give myself to you anyway."

Ok, and there's also a lot of great play between pleasure and pain in sex scenes, if you're into that. Talons pinching into thighs, teeth raking across skin, etc.

So yes I will jump at any chance to depict this. Garrus and Shepard fit this so well because turians are apex predators, their teeth and talons are sharp, they look fast and agile, and god damn are they beautiful. And they're tall and have huge hands! They're ripe for monster fucking/romancing themes. In this fic in particular (it was titled Invisible String originally but the rewritten version will be titled and posted as Singularity) vulnerability and trust will play important roles in Shepard and Garrus's relationship, so of course I had to bust out some displays of trust juxtaposed with scary anatomy. Garrus in Archangel mode is a threatening sight (which I effing love), so having Shepard meet him and find comfort and safety in his presence gets my heart beating.

I'm so happy you enjoyed that little bit where she rests her cheek in his palm! There will be lots of Shepard seeking comfort from a dom-leaning Garrus in that fic.

I hope to post soon, but my silly brain is telling me it's not good enough yet so I keep poking at it. Crossing my fingers that the rest of the chapter makes you combust too 😊

Thanks for sending me this! I'll always get up on a podium to talk Shepard/Garrus, romance writing, and monster loving ❤️

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hii! this is my first time ever requesting something on tumblr lol, I was wondering if you could do some Creepypastas (Jeff, EJ, LJ, or Jason the Toymaker or even a poly relationship) dating a trans ftm or masc presenting reader. Just like general dating hcs or them going on a date outdoors. it could be hcs or a fic, i don’t mind :] tysm!!

Jeff, EJ, and LJ x transmasc!Reader

Opening up to writing romantic for jeff, hoooray! No Jason for this post though due to admin not knowing him that well as a character <\3

Notes: Reader is FTM trans and masc! These are mostly general dating hcs, but the woods date is mentioned and explored!!!

CWs: Mentions of transphobia, mentions of stalking/psychological torment, canon typical violence although theres no details

Jeff

Eyeless Jack

I've always personally headcanoned that he was trans himself, or at least not GNC so with this in mind; he definitely relates to you

Very protective of you, in fact he would kill for you at the drop of a hat of you ask him to.. you don't even have to ask if someone is being nasty to you, especially if it's about your identity

Makes sure you take your meds and hormones, whether it be shots or supplements or another form-

Not very touchy or emotional... vulnerable..? Around you, really he doesnt open up outside of occasion. The two of you have definitely had nights where you both got drunk and just let everything spill out

A lot of your dates are comprised of the two of you just sitting at home or wandering the woods at night- sometimes you guys have long night drives and simply talk

Hes not... the most romantic or flirty person- he definitely cracks jokes and teases, but with anything more serious than that he kind of fumbles

Would offer to give you his hoodie buuuut hes a bit cagey about his possessions

Similar to Jeff he reminds you to take your meds and appropriate hormones, and hes very good at keeping on top of that.. comes in handy if you're prone to forgetting. This goes for other forms of self care as well: eating, drinking water, brushing your teeth, ect

If you havent had top surgery- whether it be because you haven't gotten it yet or simply dont desire it- he reminds you to take your binder off if you've been wearing it for too long.. take care of yourself!

If you're feeling dysphoric he lends you some of his clothing, a lot of them are old band shirts that might be baggy on you

While he wont kill anyone who's being creepy to you or harassing you.. much less eat them... he does follow them around and plant in some good old fashioned paranoia and fear

Ah yes, psychological torment, Jack's favorite way of getting back at people who disgust him

He... doesnt tell you though, but he is silently pleased to hear that you're not being harassed anymore

Dates in the woods are must, and kind of your only option given that jack.. is a hermit living in the woods

I believe I've mentioned it somewhere but long walks and cloud watching/stargazing tends to be your go tos!

Picnics are.. well they're not off the table but you'll be the only one who's going to be eating given that he cant eat normal food and doesnt like eating his proper diet in front of you

Or anyone for that matter actually

Laughing Jack

Similar to EJ, hes going to quickly put a stop to anyone being a douchebag to you- he also follows the torment formula but hes likely to just end up ending the person

Does not keep it a secret either, he doesnt much understand human mortality and the weight of it + he genuinely thinks he did good.. it's like seeing a dog finding a really big stick, very proud of himself

Leaves you notes to remind you to take care of yourself, even though hes already physically reminding you

Doesnt know the ins and outs of the trans experience, but hes slowly learning how to be supportive and how to help you!

Would be the type to roll around in the grass if you take him outside

Hit by the realization that he doesnt get to go outside often, between being in his box waiting for the next unfortunate victim and just.. not having the need to go outside.. frowns..

Imagine the date turns into you showing him a bunch of stuff he otherwise wouldn't get to exprience- its sweet, actually.. you tell him about a bunch of different plants and if you guys are lucky you might even see a few animals!

Would put you up on his shoulders so you can see further around you to choose where to go next in the woods

[secretlywritingstories]

some of the most normal pictures | phan one shot

Summary: Phil took many photos of Dan. It was second nature. To capture this life that they shared and this man that he got to share it with. Each moment precious, captured when Dan was his most relaxed and at ease. And they're completely normal. Of course.

Behind the scenes look at each of the photos from this year's birthday tweet from Phil to Dan

Tags: Established relationship, domestic fluff, photographs, introspection, 4+1 times

Word count: 5.2k

No warnings

A/N: Written for @dandp who won a fic from @phandomgives' @phandomraffle for Dan's birthday! I hope you like it! (Also oops my 2-5k fic ended up at 5.2k, no one who knows me is surprised).

Read on AO3 or below

Dan was continuing his valiant effort to make a new sofa crease shaped to his butt, melting into the cushions. Phil loved when they packed their laptops away and enjoyed a quiet evening together. It was one of his favourite times of the day. A part of their lives that felt sacred in a way.

Dan was looking particularly soft today. Crinkled grey pyjamas, fluffy hair and a slight burn to his skin. They had gone outside yesterday and he’d forgotten about the sunscreen, and then he’d complained because Phil was usually the one reminding him that he needed to put it on in the first place.

Sometimes, it struck Phil fast and hard that he got to have this. A shared life with the man he loved so dearly. Even when they were just doing random stuff, every experience was enriched by the fact that they were in it together. They got to sit here on their sofa in the home that they literally built to fit them. Decorating had both been fun and stressful, but as most things with Dan, it had been perfect.

“Dan?”

Dan turned his head, eyes soft as soon as they found Phil’s. The golden light from the lamp shone upon him in a way that almost made him glow. It illuminated the slightly burnt appearance of his face, making him look like something almost ethereal. Phil kind of wanted to grab him, kiss him silly, run his hands through his hair, playing with the curls, tracing his thumb across the lines appearing on his forehead. The lines that had appeared slowly in the time that they had spent with each other. He’d got to see it all. See Dan grow up right beside him.

But to reach out and touch would ruin it.

So, he whipped out his phone.

“Wha-”

Phil just shushed him. “Do not move a muscle. Stay right there.”

Phil could see how Dan’s eyes sparkled, mouth pursing slightly as he was about to argue that he wasn’t some type of model for Phil’s viewing pleasure. Or maybe make a joke that Phil would need to paint him like one of his French girls instead of using a phone camera. Either of those options were plausible.

But Dan just relaxed back into the cushions, eyes turning soft again, just staring so intensely at Phil that it almost felt like a bit too much. He knew Dan looked at him like that often but it never got old to see it. To bask in it.

He took a couple of photos and then scrolled through them to see that he’d captured the image he wanted. But as he turned back to Dan, he had moved despite Phil’s strict instructions. At least his hands. Because there was now glass of water balanced on top of his head. Phil wasn’t even sure where he’d gotten that.

“What are you doing?” Phil asked Dan.

Dan made an expression half cringe and half fondness. But he still didn’t move or say anything. It looked like the glass was gently pushing the curls away to make room on his forehead. They really looked so soft.

Phil wasn’t really sure what had possessed Dan to suddenly balance a glass of water on top of his head, but he knew it should be getting documented as well. Phil quickly snapped a photo but even as he lowered his phone, Dan was still holding position. Waiting for Phil to be done. Always one to not only entertain Phil’s whims but also add to them. After all, it was what they had made a life out of.

Phil retrieved the glass carefully, worrying a little for the safety of their sofa. And Dan too. He would probably not get hurt but he would get excessively whiny if he got splashed with water, even if it would be because of himself.

“You can move again now.”

“Oh, I can?” Dan asked, voice pitched into a whine but he still didn’t really move.

So, Phil gave into his other impulse. Multiple impulses should be allowed when it was Dan. He reached out to touch him like he hadn’t wanted to do before. One hand carding through his curls, the other touching his face, soft and warm, just like the touch of his hand.

It was a lovely moment but it also only tenderness wasn’t exactly their method of operations.

“You have a square head,” Phil told him, eyes already smiling because he knew the reaction that would follow.

Dan’s grasp of indignance was instant. Phil was laughing and already raising his arms because he foresaw the pillow thrown his way. He blocked it easily, even though he was now laughing his ass off. Getting reactions out of Dan was always the most fun.

It was only the one pillow attack before Dan gave up, just sighing before settling back into the sofa. He rolled his eyes but the edges of a smile were clinging to his lips. Phil giggled and snugged up close.

It was arguably not the most insane idea that they had but it was rather out there all the same. It was one thing to commission art from one of their fans. They did that with great joy actually, it was so incredibly cool to see the kind of artists that liked to draw them for fun and for the community. Commissioning official art for merch and socials was not quite as unhinged as staging a photoshoot to promote said merch on Twitter.

Once upon a time, Dan would have cringed at the idea. His posts all had to be carefully curated to the point that it almost sent him into a tailspin. He was proud of some of the people that followed him and scaring them into an unfollow had weighed heavily on him before. Not in this new era they had embarked on. It was the era of not giving as many fucks.

So, when Phil jokingly suggested a photoshoot with him as a catboy wearing the merch, well… he hadn’t anticipated not having to fight Dan on it at all. In fact, he was more than game. He had gone to figure out accessories almost immediately.

Cat ears, cat ears bow with a little bell, cat tail and of course, the knee-high baby blue striped socks.

Phil had a feeling that the cat accessories might all end up in their random costume drawer or even donated to a charity shop, while the socks might find their way into Dan’s regular wardrobe to be reused.

They had decided that the bed would be a good place for it but Phil was slightly rethinking that when Dan stretched to adjust the fluffy blanket, so it would lie just right. The catboy jumper was oversized and big on Dan but it still rode up easily when he stretched forward. He was wearing underwear but Phil’s eyes still lingered on his legs.

Phil had seen Dan in all manners of undress one could imagine but seeing only the thighs exposed to his eyes felt almost sinful. But Dan had wanted the photoshoot to both be sexy and funny, so he was definitely hitting the mark well. Going all in because Phil’s boy did not do anything half-heartedly.

“All good?” Phil asked, smirking at Dan’s thoughtful expression as he surveyed the bed and then climbed on with his knees. He was shuffling around kind of awkwardly, reminding Phil a little bit of Bambi on ice.

“What?” Dan asked.

“Awkward being a catboy with those long limbs of yours?”

“Shut up,” Dan said with a smile in his voice. “Or I’ll show you what these long limbs can do.”

And Phil did end up shutting up shortly after because Dan looked good and he gave it his all. They circled through several different poses, Phil snapping endless photos because he knew Dan would want to have options. For most of them, Dan had to have a hand pulling down the front of the jumper or he’d be flashing their audience a bit too much.

He was also making sure to pull the sleeves down over his hands, creating sweater paws just like he’d always done with his hoodies and big shirts ever since they had known each other. Making himself drown in clothes to be cosy. The bare legs weren’t exactly new either. It was something Phil saw a lot around their house.

A couple of times, they stopped for Dan to be able to view the photos to make sure that he had a good selection. Phil could see that Dan was tiring and it was about time to wrap up the session.

“Give me a hiss,” he requested when Dan got back into position for the last couple of poses.

Dan did a doubletake and sent him a funny look.

“… a hiss?”

“Like a naughty catboy,” Phil said.

Dan stopped a snort in his throat. “Do you hear the words coming out of your mouth sometimes?”

“Do I need to? You’re hearing them,” Phil said, putting on his best innocent face.

He had mastered that quite well during the years, even if he only brought it out in private to wind Dan up. They both knew he was far from innocent when it came down to it.

“Fine, you’ll get a naughty, hissing catboy, Philip Michael Lester.”

Breaking out the full name always meant trouble but it was worth it when Dan launched at the camera, hissing with all of his might. It made Phil’s hand almost shake a little, probably further slurring the photos but he hoped at least one would be good.

He liked candid and raw a lot more than Dan who scrutinised over his poses. It was just so much more fun. Phil made sure to snap a photo of himself looking concerned, fitting into the idea that this was a bit unhinged, even if it had initially been Phil’s idea and he very much was on board with it.

Dan looked positively deranged in the hissing photos, as they sat together on the bed afterwards scrolling through the whole section that would eat into so much of Phil’s iPhone storage.

Dan was still in the outfit, fiddling with the edge of his sock where it rested just above his knee. Phil put his hand on top of his to still his movements. And then he might have slid his hand further up Dan’s thigh as soon, as they had put the phone away closing out the photoshoot for good. And maybe the socks were the only thing on Dan moments later, but that was neither here nor there.

Phil himself loved Christmas and the celebration of it all but he couldn’t have his mother beat. In fact, he was pretty sure he had inherited it from her. She did Christmas hard and it was always made to be a big deal ever since he was a kid. He would be looking forward to the month of December as soon as the weather started turning colder.

Lots of baked goods, lots of cosy nights, lots of presents and family times. It was so essential to his life that he remembered being surprised that Christmas for Dan’s family was a much quieter affair. Of course, they celebrated and exchanged presents but it was just the few days up to and after Christmas. It was not a whole ordeal like he’d grown up with.

It was one of the reasons that they always made sure to make a trip north during December to ensure that they saw Phil’s family no matter what. His mother expected the visit with glee every time, perhaps even more now that they usually stayed home for Christmas Eve just the two of them.

It was a relative new development in the decade and a half they had been together. They felt like they could finally tell their families that they weren’t always coming over for Christmas and just spending it with each other. Before coming out, it wasn’t something they could have even properly considered. It would have felt too strange to explain away.

At least for Dan.

Phil knew that his family had known about it for an age, perhaps ever since he’d brought 18-year-old Dan over that December fifteen years ago. It was an unspoken thing between them to not put labels on their relationship publicly just to be safe. Actually, they still didn’t do that publicly but they had started doing it privately to people that they trusted.

This December was a little different though with the gaming channel revived and gamingmas in full swing. It brought back memories of frantically filming and editing videos like they were trapped inside of a hamster wheel. It was fun too, a challenge and something they knew they that brought joy to their audience.

They also had editors to help take the load off now, but that required that they could get raw footage from a video to them in a sensible time. It wasn’t always possible and as such Dan was sat on the sofa with headphones trying desperately to finish up the edit for the trombone cham video that had to go up the same day.

He had volunteered to edit, so Phil wouldn’t lose any time with his family. Initially, he’d tried to retreat to the guest room to be out of the way but Kath had taken one look at him and practically pushed him down to the sofa. No one was allowed to scurry off to their room.

It left him in a perfect position to be filled up with snacks and cookies too, so it wasn’t like Dan was complaining, even if he looked a little bleareyed at the screen while trying to get through their attempts at the musical game. He grimaced sometimes, but only for a moment before a soft smile crept up on his lips or a little chuckle escaped him.

“I thought you had those editors now,” Phil’s mother had said him while she was taking yet another tray of shortbread out of the oven.

“We do,” Phil said. “But we can’t expect them to edit on too short notice. It wouldn’t be fair working conditions.”

Phil had been busy sneaking yet another glance at Dan to try and capture another one of those soft expressions, but when he turned back towards his mother, it was her face that looked kind of soft.

“You’re a good egg,” she said, and reached out to touch his face but with the oven mitt still on. It smelled a little like burnt batter but he just laughed and kept still anyway. “But you’re still making him edit when you’re the one with the editing degree, aren’t you?”

Phil rolled his eyes. “Dan can edit just as well as me, and he can focus better here than I can.”

Kath let out a hum. “Are you sure about that?” she asked and nudged Phil to turn back around.

Dan had somehow wrapped the cord of his headphones around his nose. It looked utterly ridiculous. Phil was whipping out his phone immediately and walking over. Dan turned to look at him but hardly moved, the cord still perfectly on his nose.

“Don’t move,” Phil said, though he realised belatedly that Dan wouldn’t be able to hear when he was wearing the noise cancelling headphones. But he kept still, frozen at Phil’s demand even though he couldn’t hear him.

It wasn’t a stretch to figure out that he wanted to take a photo. Phil loved snapping photos of Dan whenever he was doing something weird. He had a whole hoard of photos like that. Like a dragon with precious jewels.

He had so many photos of Dan that he was pretty sure he was taking up like a third of his camera roll at least. He had more photos of Dan than he had of himself for sure. But who could blame him really?

It was a beautiful photo, the cute Christmas tree framed nicely in the background. His mother had done well again this year, the gold colour scheme really working. Dan had been a little jealous when he’d seen it.

Phil said that they could try to decorate the one they would get similarly but Dan had just rolled his eyes and leaned over to kiss him. Only to mutter that he knew Phil couldn’t stick to a single style and colour scheme if his life depended on it.

Dan didn’t move until Phil lowered his phone.

“How’s it coming along?” Phil asked.

Dan blinked at him, lazily almost like he wasn’t getting enough moisture to his eyes. He pushed off one of the ears of the headphones and dislodged the cord around his nose.

“Oh, you know, just slowly losing my sanity. Why do we choose to play games like this?” Dan said and gestured at the screen.

He didn’t mean it. It had been a hilarious video to film, even if the editing was now giving him trouble.

“We’re close to the finish line, Danny,” Phil reminded him. “Just another week or so.”

“Sure, bub,” Dan said and moved to isolate a section to blow up to full screen.

Phil always had liked Dan’s editing style. It was so distinct to him and it felt even more obvious now that they had other people editing their videos as well. Dan’s humour just bled through so well.

“Thank you,” Phil said, one of those quite moments where he found the words to voice his sincerity. “For taking one for the team.”

“You’re cooking the first night we’re back home, you hear?”

Phil threw back his head and laughed. “I’ll choose what we’re going to eat and order, how about that?”

Despite having designed a kitchen just how they wanted it, they were admittedly not using it a whole lot. They mostly ordered out because it was just so convenient and good. Easy. They could afford it and skip the making dinner altogether, which was also nice because they could order so many more dishes than they were actually capable of making.

Dan narrowed his eyes towards Phil.

“Pick, order and answer the door,” Dan negotiated.

Phil wasn’t a big fan of answering the door, but then again neither was Dan. The two of them had gotten slightly better with age, and the last few years of constant builders in and out of their home had helped build up experience, but it was still an annoyance.

“You’re on.”

“I was not done; I want a shortbread too. Fresh out of the oven,” Dan added.

Phil pushed himself up and turned towards the kitchen to go swipe one for Dan.

“How did you even know they were done? You’ve had your headphones on,” Phil called to him.

“My nose still works,” Dan said with a wide grin.

Dan got his shortbread and he finished the video too. Without wrapping the cord around his nose again, which felt like a loss because it had been a rather cute look, if Phil was being honest.

So, they were baking on the “gaming” channel now too. It had been a long time coming. It was fun to finally allow themselves the freedom to just do whatever. They had bent the rules a little in the past, before the hiatus but they had still tried to keep stuff mainly gaming related.

This was a new era and a joint baking video that would usually go up on either of their personal channels now felt like it fit so much more on DanAndPhilGAMES. It was their joint venture and it felt fitting to push the boundaries of what was going up on that channel. It was the era of giving no fucks and just doing whatever they wanted and it was working out surprisingly well for them at the moment.

Dressing up for baking videos wouldn’t be entirely new but this time, Phil had a very distinct agenda. Dan had sputtered and playfully argued against it when he’d first suggested it but he’d caved soon after. Phil had wanted to see Dan in his Spirit Halloween’s slutty nun costume.

Dan had been in freaking US when he’d bought and worn that for the first and only time. It had been bought as a joke. Phil knew that now. He’d needed a costume and seen it and figured why the fuck not? He’d been coming into his own during his We’re all Doomed tour, even though he still called Phil almost every day to chat.

That American leg of the tour had been the longest they had ever been apart, surpassing three weeks of not seeing each other in person for the first time in almost a decade and a half. And then he’d done a whole photoshoot in that costume and sent the photos to Phil first.

He’d looked good. Too good. But most importantly, he’d been feeling himself. It had radiated out of him and Phil wanted to see it in person. Recreate the magic of those photos right in front of his very eyes.

Dan still put up the petulant act when he had to go off and change off camera. Like he hadn’t carefully done his make-up already to complete the look once he was dressed. But he came back and it was overwhelming to see. Phil’s devil costume paled in comparison but honestly, Phil wasn’t sure that there was anything that could rival Dan in that outfit.

He could perhaps have gone without the flirty comments that made him feel like bushing. Overt flirting wasn’t Dan’s usual game. It hadn’t been when they’d first gotten together and it certainly wasn’t now. These days, they mostly communicated their love in gestures, grunts or simply asking for what they wanted. Though Dan was still Dan and occasionally he’d say something profound and loving that felt like it carved right into Phil’s chest, making his heart push at the walls just so it could expand a little more.

To hold more love for Dan.

The baking itself went about as expected. Phil was distracted the whole time and having fun playing off Dan, even when he was shaking his ass and swinging out flirts like it was nobody’s business.

The waiting in between baking had always been Phil’s least favourite part because it left him with just nothing to do. Dan was a bit more sensible, going to check the footage and charge up the cameras to make sure they didn’t decide to spontaneously die on them.

 Dan kept fixing his headdress – veil? Phil wasn’t actually sure what it was called – with such careful hands that it was a little distracting. His legs and ass too, since the dress wasn’t made for a man of his height. There had been fishnet stockings once upon a time but those had torn pretty quickly so it was just Dan’s long legs on full display.

It was late in the night, but they always did their baking at way too late in the evening. It was a tradition at this point. Back when they were still doing Phil is not on fire videos, those tended to mostly be filmed late too. There was just something else in the air. A bit of silliness that was easier captured when the rest of the world felt like it was sleeping and it was just the two of them.

Dan sat in his costume at their desk and Phil just couldn’t stop smiling at the sight. He’d been right that it was something special to see Dan like this. And his energy had been off the charts, just like Phil had hoped.

Most of the time, Dan was pretty safe with his outfit choices but Phil wondered if maybe he should get a dress that wasn’t a Halloween costume just to see how it made him feel. He’d certainly not hear any protests from Phil no matter how he wanted to dress.

His favourite Dan was a Dan who was comfortable in his own skin and he’d gotten to see that more and more as the years passed. He hoped it would continue to be the case forever.

“All good?” he asked when Dan let out a hum, eyes focused on the screen. He’d tugged one leg under him in a way that was no way beating the allegations that gays couldn’t sit in chairs.

“Yeah, we’ve got everything so far,” he confirmed, and then turned to where Phil was standing, hand just now lowering with his phone.

“Were you taking photos of me again?” he asked with a smirk. A genuinely flirting look in his eyes for a moment. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re obsessed with me.”

It wasn’t really that far from the truth and Dan knew it too.

“No,” Phil still said, voice completely deadpan. “I’m just a big fan of Sister Daniel’s obviously.”

Dan slowly stood up from his chair and advanced towards Phil. He was backing up on instinct, even if he wanted nothing more than for Dan to get close. Maybe it was just a ploy to pull him in. They were closer now when Dan was almost backing him up against the wall.

“Is that so, Father Philip?” Dan said and he tried to keep that sultry tone in his voice that he did admittedly well, but he cracked under pressure.

Just giggling right in Phil’s face and Phil was soon to follow too. They always had trouble keeping a straight face when it was just the two of them goofing off. They could go to severe length for the bit, but when it was late and they were tired but wired, cracks came easily.

“I win,” Phil said.

“We weren’t competing,” Dan said.

“Still won,” Phil maintained and puffed out his chest a bit, almost brushing it Dan’s. Provoking him because it was always fun to see his reactions.

“Oh?” Dan said and he had control back over his voice again. He was acting again and while nothing really beat normal Dan, he was pretty stunning like this too. Or maybe Phil was just a simp for all expressions Dan could hit him with.

“Nope, you win,” Phil conceded and he had to actually duck out under Dan’s arm.

It was easy enough because Dan was laughing again, with his entire body swaying and eyes crinkling up so beautifully as he took in Phil’s reaction.

The rest of filming went smoothly, even as they became more and more unhinged.

“You’re a copycat, you know that, right?” Phil teased Dan.

They were doing another charity livestream for the PCRF, just like they had done for Phil’s birthday. They had been extremely overwhelmed with the sheer force of their audience and their ability to rally behind a cause. It was a bit awe-inspiring and they wanted to do another round of it for Dan’s birthday.

So, Phil didn’t really mind at all that they were going to do almost the same thing. He’d been very supportive when Dan had brought it up.

But he could still tease him about it.

“My whole career is following in your footsteps, senpai,” Dan said, voice flat and devoid of emotions as he typed something on his computer not even looking up.

Dan wasn’t very fun to tease when he wasn’t paying attention to it.

It was a lie too. Him and Dan had similar paths, but what they had carved together was something special, they couldn’t have done without each other. And their projects on the side were wildly different too. Dan had gotten to shine with a few of his lately. Phil was hopeful for some of his own projects to come into fruition soon, but he also didn’t really mind having Dan and Phil be at the core of his working life again.

He'd missed it and now it was becoming something more certain and tangible. The tour announcement was eminent and it would already start in September. They would be back on the road again. He’d get to see their audience again for the first time in like five years.

“Don’t you need to pick some embarrassing photos of me?” Dan asked, finally looking up from his screen.

Full attention on Phil now. Eyes bright and focused. Anticipation.

Traditions were a funny thing. Phil had just done it on a whim the first time, not really knowing what to tweet Dan for his birthday. He wasn’t great with expressing his love in words, so instead showing all the little quiet moments with Dan had felt like a profound idea.

It still was now that it had become a yearly tradition. Dan got Phil a cake with letters that was probably traumatising their nearest bakery, and Phil showcased the photos he’d taken throughout the year.

The weirder the better.

“You just don’t know art. It’s a lovingly curated selection,” Phil said.

He’d been preparing a little because they were going to unveil the photos first on the livestream as an incentive to donate. He actually had too many photos, almost a dozen and he was going to have to whittle it down further. He could only post four in his tweet.

Though maybe some bonus photos weren’t the worst idea he had. The ones that didn’t make the tweet could get to be shown on the livestream instead.

“I look like a gremlin in all of them, don’t I?” Dan said with a snort, and he hadn’t taken his eyes off of Phil.

“You’re fishing to see them early and I won’t show you. It’s supposed to be a surprise for you too. One of your many birthday gifts from little old me.”

“They’re not a gift. They’re bullying,” Dan countered, but he was just kidding around.

They knew each other’s tone well. As well as each other’s boundaries. Dan was secretly enjoying the attention of it, getting to see how Phil saw him, not matter how silly weird or strange. Perhaps in particular when he was like that.

When they were just hanging out the two of them in their own little world. When Dan was his most authentic self, and it was exactly that which caused Phil to reach for his phone to capture a snapshot of the moment.

Because that was his favourite moments with Dan. The ones where neither of them had to be pretend and they were just existing together.

On the livestream later, they reminisced about the moments where the photos had been taken, but there was also so much they kept for themselves.

Phil was pretty sure it leaked through their tones judging by how everyone in the chat went insane. Phil did like that part. But he liked seeing Dan’s reaction even more and to see his eyes get just a little softer around the edges as he was confronted with the last year they’d shared together in loving snapshots.

It was that exact look that had made Phil make the birthday photos a tradition in the first place.

[beneathashadytree]

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CLINGY - ALBERT MORIARTY X READER

Warnings : none I think, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : domestic fluff <3

Word count : 0.8K words (oops)

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“How about now?”

“No.”

“Please?” Albert dragged out the word, his emerald eyes begging them with all the charm he possessed.

Sighing, they set down the knife on the counter, and turned to face him. “If I went to cuddle you right now, we’d starve. No one’s home to cook us anything, and lord knows what’d happen if I let you in the kitchen.”

“Louis came back a few minutes ago,” he pointed out, his expression pleading once more. “We can leave it all to him and go upstairs.”

With a roll of their eyes (though they both knew they actually felt no annoyance whatsoever), they hummed and began to wash their hands in the sink. Already grinning mischievously at them as he knew he’d gotten his way, Albert dragged them away as soon as they’d dried their hands on the small cloth beside them.

***

“Happy now?” they asked, despite their grumbling holding no malice and their eyes full of only fond exasperation.

The man currently in their arms nodded, a satisfied quirk to his lips as he nuzzled deeper into their chest. Their nails scratched at his scalp in the way he so liked, and their other hand busied itself with rubbing soothing circles on his back, inching lower and delighting in the sight of him visibly shivering with satisfaction.

Sheer exhaustion was evident on his face, and the bags under his eyes told them that he’d probably been incredibly busy the few days he’d been away doing God knows what. The least they could do when he looked like that was embrace him and hold him tight in their open arms, even if he was being more demanding than usual.

After all, indulging him also meant indulging in their own desire to have him close at all times. Giving in to their own urges, they tucked a soft strand of hair behind his ear, and pressed a soft, barely-there kiss on his forehead. It was impossible; holding back their own affections when he was right there, his weight comforting ontop of them.

Albert clung impossibly tighter to their shirt, as though the closer proximity would somehow fuse them together. A hand crept under their clothes, splaying across their waist in a manner that was so intimate, and yet so chaste. Deft fingers climbed up their spine and left a tingling trail on their skin, and it suddenly felt like all was right in the world.

“What’s going on with you today?” they chuckled, sifting through his soft locks. “I haven’t seen you this clingy since… forever, I suppose.”

Without uttering another word, their lover simply kissed the exposed skin of their chest that he could reach, eyes closed in bliss, so it seemed. It only made the warm feeling in their chest swell to twice its size and threaten to burst through their ribs.

“Fine, don’t answer, you big baby.” They shook their head, and watched as Albert burrowed even further into their warmth, his eyelashes fluttering and his fingers gently squeezing their hips, as though reminding them that he was enjoying every bit of his childish charade.

In all honesty, they liked it all the more, seeing how he reveled in the feeling. Perhaps he was acting a bit spoilt, but he deserved it; what with all the time he was forced to spend away from them. And besides, they had always been the clingy one, so a switch in places was a rather welcome change. They were more than willing to return the favor of being loved so hard it healed all the wounds they never even knew they had.

When he finally spoke up, it was nothing more than mumbling against their shirt, “Do you have anything scheduled for the rest of the day?”

Thinking for a few seconds, they came to the conclusion that they had nothing left to do. “Not really. I finished everything I wanted to get done early in the morning. Moran’s snoring woke me up from the end of the damn hall.”

He breathed out a short laugh, before he stilled once more, hands all over them in the best way possible. Their bodies so entwined they couldn’t tell where they started and ended, it felt like falling deeper in love with nothing to stop them or hold them back—especially when every sound he made brought forth even more adoration from their depths.

“I’ll fall asleep like this,” he huffed out, his words coming out slower than usual.

“You can take a nap, just for a little while. It’s alright, you know.” Patting the back of his head tenderly, they offered their body up for a pillow.

“Just for a little while…” Albert muttered, already drifting off into a dreamland, where none of his usual worries could follow him, and where his darling was ever-present.

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[alls-fair-in-pride-and-prejudice]

Interlude - Friendly Advice

Part 5 of Weaving Constellations, a Gale x Tav fic, continued from here. Part 6 here

(A/N: This one is a bit longer, and Gale isn't even in this chapter! I figured that almost all the companions would clock that something is weird about Lyra dating her patron, so they're all going to be curious. Please please please ask me about the significance of what they all bring up to her/take note of it yourself! It is important and I was super proud of it. Also this was quite the exercise in writing different character voices - each character has a distinct way of speaking after all. I hope I did them all justice!)

“Well at least I know why you turned me down. Even a perfect mortal body cannot compare to the sordid delights of the fey, I hear,” Astarion needles Lyra later in the evening, “I do hope you will regale me with the dirty details. I’ve always wondered what sex with an archfey is like.”

Lyra scrunches up her face as if to fight off the rising heat in her cheeks. “I honestly cannot tell if you’re being sincere or not.” She smirks in challenge, “If you’re just trying to get a rise out of me, I could tell you some stories that might even make you speechless.”

“Me? Insincere?” Astarion puts on an exaggerated affect of astonishment. “I have no idea where you would have gotten the idea.” There’s a moment where he seems to be calculating his next words in his head. “I am wondering though… is the whole contract thing part of the kink? The possessive ‘no one can touch you but me’ sort of dynamic they write about in those cheap smut novels? I’ve never seen the appeal, personally.”

“Our romantic relationship isn’t part of the contract at all. I’m not bound to him that way.”

There’s the slightest bit of relaxation in the curve of Astarion’s mouth, which quickly turns into a sly smirk. “So you’re saying you’re available? You’ve wounded me with your rejection all over again.”

“I don’t need a contract to stay loyal to my lover,” Lyra smiles in return, sliding back into their easy banter. “You’re not nearly as tempting as you think you are.”

Astarion laughs, “I will have you know I am a consummate lover. It’s a shame you had to miss out, darling.”

Lyra laughs and shakes her head. “Keep talking like that and I won’t share the wine I snagged from that abandoned apothecary.”

“Alright alright, you have silenced my silver tongue. Give it here, and I was serious. I want all the details.”

The next day, Lyra’s magic has returned. She can feel it, but Midnight is still silent, perhaps another layer to her punishment. She focuses her energies into getting out of camp and exploring -  they have just taken out some phase spiders when Wyll mentions off-handed: “You know, Lyra, your magic really does look different from mine; it stands out in the low light here. I’ve been curious how fey pacts differ from fiends. Perhaps you’d share what details you are permitted?”

That evening Lyra summons her copy of the pact with Wyll. He seems rather surprised that she has one available, and scans through it with a careful eye. “I have not had many opportunities to look over my own contract, but even I can tell the legal language is quite different. Where fiends seek to close every available loophole in strenuous detail, archfey, or yours at least, are annoyingly vague. It could serve as a boon just as easily as a hidden dagger.”

Lyra laughs. “Oh, he talks like that, too. I can never be entirely sure what he’s saying half the time. There is a comfort that he never lies, but I’ve never been able to keep up with him.”

“Is that not difficult? Perhaps I’m an old-fashioned romantic, but there has always been something about truly understanding your partner that has appealed to me. The love that blossoms from that depth of seeing each other at your best and worst.”

Lyra’s smile is strained just slightly. “There’s beauty in mystery, too. And… I cannot truly fault him when I have never been skilled at reading people. We’re very different, and that’s the beauty of it.”

Wyll purses his lips and tilts his head, as if giving Lyra that point. “Regardless, should you ever need to leave this pact, I do believe I could help.”

She shakes her head. “I appreciate it Wyll, but it’s not like that.”

He holds his hands up. “I know, I know, but I would be remiss if I did not offer my aid, just in case.”

“Hey, Twinkles, what are the Fey Wilds like?” Karlach asks as they trudge through the mud of the swamp, avoiding redcaps who seem to think they are sheep. “Much as I appreciate the change in scenery from Avernus… they’ve got to be better than this.”

“I’m sure it is. I’ve certainly read of the wonders of the fey wilds… but I’ve never actually been.” Lyra responds, hopping over a rotten log.

“What? You’re dating an archfey and you’ve never been to the fey wilds? What’s up with that?” 

“Well, Midnight came to me on my plane. I’ve certainly wanted to, but it’s… never been the right time.”

“I mean, the Fey Wilds aren’t really friendly to mortals. I’d understand if you’d rather avoid it. Think your fey lover will move to the Sword Coast for you?”

Lyra scoffs. “Certainly not. He’d hate it here. Long term is… difficult to think about, what with him being immortal, but time flows differently for the fey. Hopefully he’ll bring me over before I lose my youthful good looks.”

Karlach pulls Lyra in for a sideways hug. “Come on, after this is all over, I’ll take you to see your boyfriend. I get to see the wonders of the universe, you get to have a little visit, and then I bring you back safe and sound to Sword Coast soil! Win-win!”

“We would have to find a portal first.”

“Just no deals with a hag. We’ve had enough of that lot.”

Lyra is reading at camp when a blade is tossed at her feet. “I wish to spar, ready your stance,” Lae’zel commands, standing above her.

“I’m not really the weapons type…” Lyra hedges, leaving the blade on the ground for now. Sure, she’ll use a crossbow or her staff in a pinch, but she much prefers her magic.

“That is precisely why you must train. Pick it up.”

Her tone brokers no argument, so Lyra marks her page and picks up the sword. “I’ll make a terrible sparring partner. Wouldn’t you rather go to Karlach?”

“To instruct is to sharpen one’s own knowledge. Widen your stance.”

Lyra does as asked, and Lae’zel kicks her legs to adjust her position further. “And… why me?”

“Wyll has honed his skills with a blade, despite the pact he holds, because he knows he must be able to rely on his own strength. Chk, you have left your left flank completely exposed, ready your blade at the defensive.”

“So this is because I’m a warlock,” Lyra guesses. Or perhaps because she went without her powers for a day. She hates that Lae’zel is right. She was useless until her punishment was up. “Just because I’m not athletic, it doesn’t mean I’m weak.”

Lae’zel tests Lyra’s blocking. “On the contrary, your will is strong, and your wit sharp. It is clear you possess innate power within. It is no wonder your patron seeks to keep it on a leash.” Another strike, Lyra stumbles back from the weight behind it. “You lack the musculature to beat an opponent in a strength match. Adapt and move with their attacks instead to weaken the blow.” Another one, and Lyra attempts to put the advice into practice. The blow doesn’t send the same shockwaves through her arms.

“Your body is not nearly as disciplined as your mind. Again.” Lyra stands her ground, frustrated by the exercise she very much did not ask for, then takes an opportunity to swing on the offensive. Lae’zel sends her blade flying out of her hands and into the dirt. “Perhaps I spoke too soon, and your mind lacks discipline as well.”

“What the fuck, Lae’zel? You come over here to swing a sword at me and insult me the whole time?”

“Chk. Those were not insults, ishtik. They were warnings. Your emotions cloud your judgment, your loyalty to a patron that would leave you powerless. You are not. Behave as such.”

Lae’zel decides that has been enough training apparently, and goes to sharpen her blades. Lyra sits back down, stunned and unsure if she should be angry or flattered.

“Seems like your love affair is the talk of the camp," Shadowheart remarks not long after Lae'zel’s sparring. “Even Lae'zel has taken an interest in your love life." 

Now that Shadowheart mentions it, it does seem that the others have taken more interest in her pact since her confession. “I've no idea why, when Gale made love to the goddess of magic. One would think that would be more interesting to gossip about.”

“Yes but he's not anymore. Usually patrons couldn't care less for their warlocks, except for how a warlock serves them. Now we may have to contend with a very angry Archfey should you come to harm.”

“I'm sure he would understand," the false words sound hollow even to Lyra. But more importantly, she wonders if he would mourn her. Surely he would, but after what he said about mortals…

"Call me curious, but I don't really see what you get out of the arrangement.”

Lyra furrows her brow and tilts her head. "What do you mean?”

"Well obviously he gets a pretty human to bring him shiny magical trinkets, that much is clear. But…if you're so in love, if you don't need a pact to be together, why have the pact at all?”

Lyra fiddles with the hem of her blouse. “Well, he grants me magic power, but I suppose that does not count in your eyes?”

Shadowheart waves that off. "You were already studying magic, you would have had that anyway.”

"It’s… complicated.”

Shadowheart purses her lips, giving Lyra a once-over. “Yes, I suppose it is…” She turns away from Lyra to look up at the sky, a companionable silence stretching between them for a moment. “Far be it from me to pry into someone’s past, but did you even want to get into a pact with him? When you stole the artifact?”

Lyra debates for a moment if she should tell the truth. Evading the question would be answer enough, and she does not want to lie to a friend. “...no. I did not realize how fey pacts worked. Once I got that artifact for him, that was a trade, and such a thing is binding with the fey. I had to enter into one or risk losing him forever. I couldn’t let that happen. I loved him.”

“Past tense?”

“Hm?”

“You said you loved him.”

“I do. I love him. Present tense.”

Shadowheart arches a brow, as if skeptical of Lyra’s answer. “Alright. Slip of the tongue then.”

Lyra sighs and looks up to the stars with her. They have always been a comfort.

“I’ve always loved the night, as long as I can remember… which admittedly isn’t much.”

“Me too. The lights in Baldur’s Gate wash out the dark. You can really see the stars out here.”

“I cannot tell what came first, my love for Lady Shar, or my love of the night. I like to think it’s the latter, that I was always destined for her.”

“It’s how I feel about Midnight. He looks as if he was taken from a tapestry of stars themselves. My love of the stars, of the cosmos, of magic… it was always leading me to him. We were meant for each other.”

“Or perhaps we’re both a little too caught up on destiny.”

“...maybe.”

[justsomeoneunordinary]

hi May! i really love all the hashitobi fanart you've been reblogging recently! it made me fall in love with that pairing too :)

can i ask what your favourite headcanons for the two of them together are?

you know, this is REALLY not the kind of reaction i thought i'd get once the hashitobi posts come out of the queue 🤣 i mean, i have always been very clear about not tolerating any anti nonsense, but that hasn't stopped any antis from my inbox before. (although, if i STILL have any antis following me after everything, they're probably glad i accidentally shuffled my queue, otherwise all those hashitobi pieces would've come out one after another for a full day at least lol) therefore, your reaction is an absolute delight!!! you're a gem, thank you ♥️

that being said, i'm sorry to disappoint you, but i don't really have any headcanons for them 😅 i only got into them because i was running out of hashirama & tobirama fics to read and went, OKAY well *throws hands up* i GUESS, now i'll have to read incest if i want more of them!!! my interest for hashitobi is more out of necessity because there's not enough gen sibling stuff for them, and while romance changes the very dynamic i'm interested in for them, it's the only alternative i have

(although, i will admit that they're aesthetically a VERY pleasing pair, and i am absolutely an aesthetic shipper (folks who know me from my marvel days may remember me mentioning how i never ship two blond people together because they look the same to me - i still stand by that), and hashitobi not only look so widely different, but also have such very opposing personalities (AND abilities - one creates life, the other plays with death), which makes for a very crunchy dynamic. it's tasty.)

so no, no headcanons but i enjoy their dynamic similarly to how i enjoy my senju bros fics as well - extremely co-dependent (they're each other's last brother and they'd do everything for the other one and to ensure the other one survives) but now 10x more intense if you add romance and sex to it

tender as FUCK - they may be battle-hardened shinobi but they can treat each other no other way but with care and love. (which is funny coming from a dark enjoyer like me but idk, when it comes to these two, i just need them to be SOFT. probably because canon doesn't show them soft with each other so i need it in fanon damnit.) including lots of touching, especially from hashirama's side, while tobirama is more subtle - a litte squeeze of hashi's shoulder here, a little brush of hashi's hair there...

possessive and jealous and over-protective both of them!! hashi plants his mokuton seeds in tobirama to always be able to track him without telling him (not that he needs to; tobirama is a sensor) (it makes for a nice sliiightly dark but not all too dark hashi too), whereas tobirama tries to set everyone on fire with his look alone when someone even dares to look at hashirama for too long, especially one uchiha fucking madara. (let's be real: tobirama seemed already jealous of madara in canon - if you add romantic hashitobi to the mix, that's gonna be even stronger and worse)

i have no problem with adding mito to the mix!!! my gal marries one guy and by marrying him she gets another one as a bonus? my god, good for her, very good for her. she would take care of her boys so good 💖 (i definitely meant that in a dirty way). (on that note, i absolutely do NOT enjoy fics in which hashirama cheats on mito with tobirama (or literally anyone else for that matter), i love hashimito and just mito herself way too much. cheating hashirama does not spark joy. either she's never been part of the equation, to begin with, or she's an active part - there's no in-between for me)

honestly, i just want them soft and loving and caring with just a tad bit of unhinged behavior, and adding incest to the mix makes it simply more intense and spicier too 🤷‍♀️

[feralkwe]

ship ask game. pre-relationship 5, general 10 and 12, + 7 and 10 for domestic? pick whatever ship you want lol

so i was gonna do a different ship, but you have an elidibus avatar, i have an elidibus avatar. let's not be coy. you are all gonna unfollow me if i don't get other interests soon.

let's go!

I - 5: what would their lives be like if they had never met?

this one is very funny to me, given that he's an essential part of the plot on at least three occasions and she functions to stop him in it. i imagine if they hadn't met, there wouldn't be much world left. tho, idk maybe she'd have survived it all and come out the other side of all the rejoinings fully intact. huh. wow. i have to think on that one a bit. ope.

II - 10: What are their parallels, whether in their personalities or their histories?

oh i love this one. idk who would ever sit and draw all the parallels between the wol and elidibus. that certainly could not be me. i would never think about the fact that they both consider their duty to the world the top priority even over the personal self. i absolutely spent zero hours thinking about how they both love the world enough to sacrifice everything to save it. and, if i'm honest, i've never noticed that they're both a little obsessed with one another over the course of their bizarre twists of fate.

i like to think meeting the wol in the past influenced elidibus as he went forward as warrior of light. kit certainly pressed onward to see the world saved in part because she knew what he sacrificed to give her that chance. i also h/c that kit being a warrior inspired him in his paladin form, but you're not here for my silly lore headcanons. i also think his choice to possess ardbert was strategic as part of that obsession.

for kit's part, she never really recovered from what she had to do in sos, which is a nice paper cut that pandae poured lemon juice all over.

II - 12: do they hide anything from each other, big or small?

before setting off to elpis, elidibus warned her that she could not use these little jaunts through time to change the events of the past or influence the future. so obviously when they meet for pandae, she doesn't tell him what she knows. right or wrong, it is a choice she made out of what she saw as a duty to the world. that's okay lol because he totally thought she believed his ruse too, right? those are equal things, for sure! so initially, yes, they were both keeping pretty big secrets. arguably hers is much worse.

i think in a world where they were allowed to be together that honesty would be a big thing. kit dislikes lies, and lying seems counter to the fundamentals of who themis/elidibus is. they will both do so out of necessity, but if we're dealing with a world that isn't tearing them apart and making them mortal enemies, no, i don't think they would hide anything from one another.

IV - 7: who worries the most?

oh, i'm pretty sure this yoke is bore evenly. it's just who they both are, imo. my god, will someone invent therapy?

IV - 10: who is more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

well that is a disgustingly cute question that is gonna take me back to that 'in perfect world where they actually get to be together' place. my initial gut was to say kit, because elidibus is too duty-bound, but uhhhh i established in fic that he considers her the one exception to always putting his duty first. him. it would be him. "just five more minutes to cuddle, pls. no, the convocation won't miss me. it's fine. i can be late. only nabriales will complain. he can go fuck himself."

i'm so cringe. please take me out back and shoot me.

thanks for the ask! i'm almost sorry i'm a one-trick pony right now. almost.

ship ask game questions here.

[dirtyoldmanhole]

revelation loveblog with a gunter focus, ch26, 4/4.

this one's the last big one and deals with some really heavy topics, not kidding, so take a drink and/or a break if you need to.

where we left off: corrin defeats gunter.

this is another one of those perfectly framed shots that does such a good job of capturing the emotional subtext.

gunter is cornered.

the big bad divine god that he thought he had (anankos) is silent, leaving him alone to die, watching him as judgmentally in the background as the other royals.

he expects no mercy, still, as a traitor.

there's a bit in my fic (sorry i'll be saying that a lot) where strictly speaking, by nohrian and hoshidan justice codes he'd almost certinally be executed for his actions this day.

remember what I said about the desperation and despair starting to sink in? you really see it here. anankos is still influencing him, but you see the man underneath panic.

gunter has always been prepared (and i truly believe, wanted to) die honorably on the battlefield.

he does not want to die like a cornered animal.

note he's holding a sword now. that's about to get important. (all nohrian knights likely have a sword on them even if they favor lances like he does, or axes.)

Azura starts singing her healing song.

it's a bloody fantastic idea since she's capable of swaying minds with her songstress magic, and it's always been a "good" foil to Anankos' warped magic.

and ....

it's working. partially at least. good on xander for noticing this, too. he's becoming a remarkably decent leader in his own right.

(apologies for the javelin in azura's hand breaking immersion a bit)

the camera angles are exquisite, and absolutely heartbreaking here.

:")

it's notable she doesn't just stop at the bare minimum of what the game outlined as his duties. gunter really went above and beyond in raising her.

(so, yes I have thoughts(tm) about that discipline line, ironically not even in the iddy sense but it's complicated so put a pin for that in a different meta post later.)

that's significant. titles come back.

this time... it's not explicit, but i would bet you cash money it's done out of genuine respect for her, not rote. he's fighting against anankos.

for all of his legitimate resentments, there's that part of him that really does treasure those happy memories.

it's particularly bittersweet/telling considering how much memory is its own traumatic arc for corrin, too, with her mind wipes.

the fact they both hang on so tightly to those moments as an anchor?

...

...

at the last second - he stabs himself with the sword in a fatal disemboweling wound...

...

... and we see black smoke rise out of him in a very explicit gesture that anankos has finally left his mind and body for good, thanks to corrin and azura's efforts.

you ever research disemboweling wounds?

there's a reason why it's consistently ranked up there as one of the ugliest ways to die.

...

(note the title again below)

...

gunter collapses.

...

corrin calls over the healers, and this time, they're able to save him.

...

so.

here's the thing. this is more interpretation/fic stuff, but--

i've always had the long-standing conviction that possession would leave emotional scars remarkably similar to sexual assault given the type of mental violation. (this also had the semi-intentional result of paralleling with Corrin’s mind wipes which is also a violation of a very similar kind. it's a big theme in the fic.)

something else that's a big theme there, and i hope, not without reason, because i see it all over his arc here in revelation - is dignity.

dignity, or the lack thereof.

gunter's a very proud man of his generation; pretty much every time we see him elsewhere in the game there's a consistent focus on control and discipline.

garon was the one that broke him first, but there were many, many instances afterwards that just ground him in the dust, particularly with anankos. here, he doesn't even have the dignity of privacy anymore; he's got the people who he hates the absolute most, watching all of this.

my point here is he is truly at his absolute lowest.

no wonder his endings strongly imply he offs himself after the game.

'revelation's the golden route for everyone' my fucking ass

...

back to the game, sakura/elise heal/stablize him, and he's able to talk again, barely. but at least he's out from under anankos' possession.

here comes the whammers.

gunter decides to come clean.

this isn't for anyone else's benefit. this is just for corrin's.

you know, i just realized. how the hell does he react when he realizes she's a dragon on top of being a thrice-cursed royal? (back eventually when he meets her in the bottomless canyon.)

dragon "anything" (especially with anankos now) was and is going to have some real unpleasant connotations for him.

...

and there it is.

...

"once / was also"

you know, that sure implies garon forced gunter to watch. not just arriving on the aftermath of the scene.

jesus fuck.

....

fuck.

...

...

ngh, that "you all".

yeah, I called it again with that resentment and him absolutely throwing Corrin in there too. it's complicated with her-- there's a reason she's the only one that was able to bring him back at all-- but not for one moment has he ever forgotten that she's a royal too.

here's the other interesting thing. he never tells corrin about his dead wife and kid in conquest's married route with her, even when it's ostensibly "her dad"" that does it.

i don't think it's him being deceptive as much as ... he's satisfied when corrin kills garon, and this is such an old scar that hurts that badly that he just straight up takes it to his grave.

literally the only time we hear is now, against his will.

he bares his soul to you all, and that is you react? jesus, that's tasteless.

fucking christ alive, get your heads out of your arses for once and quit fucking thinking about yourselves.

...

ngh.

..

aaaand there's the other big whammer.

note that he says this when he's not possessed. this isn't anankos twisting a resentment and jacking it sky high to ""debatably"" a falsehood. this is 100% the truth from the horse's mouth.

now, mind, it's not the whole truth.

he would not have let corrin bring him back from the absolute brink if there was nothing but hatreds and resentment - there's undying love, affection, and i genuinely believe, yes devotion there.

but yeah, their relationship is complicated as fuck.

okay, so I've talked before about how this chunk is actually different depending on m!corrin/f!corrin existing in terms of this strongly implying he holds a romantic flame for f!corrin even on revelation's route and not just conquest.

that said that's more of a 'ship manifesto' tangent, and I'd like to focus just on him for this post.

corrin, babe, i don't think you really understand, but props to you for giving a shit. that actually does mean a lot.

we're almost done.

corrin's giving him a remarkably gentle pep talk so he doesn't turn around and disembowel himself again.

that was absolutely the right tack to take.

corrin gets it here. she remembers his family. that more than anything, is what convinces him to stay on for this one last gauntlet to kill anankos for good.

ellipses strike again. given the turmoil he's going through, it makes sense.

...

there'll be one shorter post capturing everything end/post-game, but nothing to this degree.

thanks for reading.

[enneamage]

I received this ask recently but I’ve opted to censor the name to avoid kicking up harassment. The information and trends in the ask are the part I’m going to focus on. I haven’t edited it anywhere else. (CW: Grooming)

I want to throw in my perspective as someone who was heavily involved in the SBI writing scene and fanfiction scene starting in 2020 and following through 2022, and had several large, well-known fics A lot of these big SBI writers ship them behind the scenes. I've personally known at least five different people who were secretly writing porn of them on alt accounts, or in secret discord servers. There's been a few I've known who went mask-off on their main accounts and started uploading there throughout 2022 as well. If they haven't stopped writing them in the "infamous touchy" way by now, there's a very good chance they are also writing them fucking, or at very least known 1-2 who do and don't care anyone here recognize the name [X]? very popular sbi writer, still writes them, and is involved with a lot of people who still write sbi and massive writers in the dsmp/mcyt sphere. they also have a good friend who writes a bunch of disturbing sbi porn, has it in their public bookmarks, and has written fic for this person as well. it's not like they're trying to hide it at all, and they still have a foothold in the fandom it's part of the reason I left the fandom, since I was a minor and these authors did not care how old you were. they have a very heavy fixation on tommy being young, pilant and vulnerable - it's a fetish to a lot of them. i wouldn't be shocked if other kids I knew in these circles were being groomed through this content. I knew a few who were, but I couldn't do anything about it this is a very heavy ask to be sending, but I think it's important to be upfront about. Predatory adults like to "hide" fetish content so they can lure and trick kids into thinking grooming is normal, or "cute," or "familial." They especially like to trick kids who are upfront about having a bad family or no support system, who seek out this content since they are in love with the idea of having a close, interpersonal bond with someone of that capacity (being someone's #1 - This is how you can pinpoint the ones who will develop BPD!) adults do not have to be outwardly sexual to have nefarious intents. Be careful of any adult who tries to hard to push a possessive, "familial" dynamic onto you. Be wary of the people you interact with in fandom! not everyone has good intentions

This is somewhere between what I expected and what I was afraid of, thank you for sending this in.

I was/am still willing to give people the benefit of the doubt when it comes to 'platonic' fic depending on the person, but it makes a lot of sense that some people had that duality to them. I had heard that things had been passed around in secret but more in the context of things like schlattbur—this adds another level to it, but still tracks.  

The worst case scenario for pushing the family dynamic as perfectly normal has always been making vulnerable people fall into vulnerable situations, and it sounds like that’s happened. The forced innocence of the space has always been a bit uncanny, and I was afraid of what it would cause people to overlook or even romanticise because that headspace is so delicate and easy to take advantage of. Even now I think I’m seeing snips of people being egged on (even guilted) to participate in ‘family dynamic’ content that they don’t fully understand the implications of, or are either motivated or trained to be in active denial about.

Again, thank you for writing in because it sounds like a lot has happened that would be easy to miss if the situation was taken at face value.

[wikiangela]

Trope Rating Tag game

tagged by @jesuisici33 @spotsandsocks @thewolvesof1998 @daffi-990 @fortheloveofbuddie

rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic? -10 -> very dissuaded  0 - don’t care either way  +10 -> very enticed  nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged.  Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it’s conditional.

Age gap: -2

tbh I don't mind an age gap unless it's huge and/or the younger person is way too young when the relationship starts, that's icky

other than that I don't particularly care hah

Codependency: +4

depends - a bit is fine, but not like unhealthy levels haha

Obsession/Possessiveness, jealousy: +8

see above lol - if done right, amazing, love it (also, my buddie always ends up at least a little bit possessive, idk, i can't help it haha)

Opposites (grumpy/sunshine etc): +10

adore it

Enemies to lovers, Enemies with benefits: +8

used to be more into it, but still love it

Friends with benefits: +10

YES, and with mutual pining too? perfection

Sex to feelings: +10

Fake dating/relationship: +10

one of absolute faves, love it so much (even finally wrote one and it was so fun lol)

Friends to lovers: +10

used to be kinda meh about it, now it's my shit (I blame buddie)

Found Family: +10

one of faves

Hurt/Comfort: +5

I don't seek it out, but I'll read it if I'm in the mood

Love Triangle: -8

so sick of these, sns, just make them all date each other

Poly, open relationships: +6

haven't read that many, but I do like those haha

Mistaken/hidden identity: 0

just bc I don't think I've ready any? idk

Monsterfucking: +8

listen... after venom I went so into symbrock on Ao3 lol (pretty sure they're my only ship for this trope so far tho)

Pregnancy: 0

don't seek it out, and haven't read that many, it's whatever

Second Chance: +1

depends, don't actively seek it out

Slowburn: +9

the. best.

Soulmates: +6

really depends, but generally they're fun I guess

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no pressure tagging: @thebravebitch @jeeyuns @eddiediaztho @forthewolves @giddyupbuck @alyxmastershipper @honestlydarkprincess @watchyourbuck @transbuck @andrewblur @diazass @ladydorian05 @theotherluciferr @911onabc @disasterbuckdiaz @hippolotamus @wildlife4life and whoever else wants to do it!

[tinogiehd]

Blu's casual wooowriter readathlon aka waiting-for-purr-purr-fic Thursday

And how beautiful it is: I am a huge fan of greek mythology so any reference to greek mythology is a welcome one

A lifetime, my lifeline: I am unreasonably upset about the british weather. Fuck the british weather. (Very beautiful fic though, one of my favorites (declared as such before I knew you wrote it)).

The first day of the rest of our lives: possessive little freaks, I love them. (But not as much as they love each other.) The sunlight is the third main character in this fic and they're doing amazing.

[Blu has to get some work done (rude)]

Hiraeth: "How fucking unfair it is for life to keep going for the rest of the world, while his is so stubbornly refusing to start." Hey now.

Hygge: lol I read this one multiple times (I love rereading bookmarks) but I never realized that it had a first part in hiraeth. Zero-awareness-Blu strikes again.

[My cat has joined me for cuddles. Awesome]

More first than sun, more last than star: "Dream doesn’t think there’s any shame in wanting to be close to George every chance he gets" we know, buddy, we know. Maybe we need to stop comparing them to 'the moon and the sun' because at least the moon and the sun have space.

"I don’t want a kitten,” Sapnap says, pressing play on the next episode. “That’s so much work." Unlike your Sapnap the actual Sapnap was not aware of this and now he has un-potty-trained cats.

[My cat is fully asleep on my arm and while super cute, it is not great for my blood flow]

These homeward sounds: every time they called something 'theirs' some part of me goes a little bit feral. Also: dnf mistletoe is always good.

[Blu went on a drawing spree. Reading will resume in 2-3 business hours-days]

AND NOW AO3 IS BROKEN ARE YOU KIDDING ME 😭😭😭 we'll be back for part 2 at some point (come back to me ao3 😞) I'm gonna read a physical book I guess

I LOVE UUUUUUUU. ao3 hates us both

[cinhomi]

unfortunately I had a nine am class 💀 it completely slipped my mind last night that milk tea had caffeine haha

class was good though, at least most of the lectures were :P

hanjisungstatas sounds delish. not me renaming the blog name to something jiddies related even though I don't really post there anymore-

OK RORA MY LOVE I PROMISED filthy ot8 thoughts and unsurprisingly its Chan related. again. like Chan absolutely strikes me as having a devotion kink in the sense he's absolutely head over heels for the rest of skz. possessive, too, I just read a fic about dragon!channie and how he'd just hoard them and sit on top of them- he always has to have them near, a stray kid cuddled into his arms, telling him that he's theirs, hyung is here. love being the centre of their affection. being felt up. loved being known that the 8 of then are so tightly intertwined they're inseparable. loves worshiping each of them, watching them fuck in his bed. he's theirs and they're his.

there was more to this but I completely forgot 🥲 hope you're having a great day my love <3 I will go to sleep now (finally!)

- titracha nonnie

my reaction to this whole ask wtf nonnie why are you always right...

there could be a whole lore built around this concept... ah... I have so many ideas about this? I would need a bit more time to think about it tho... this is genious and perfectly makes sense. are you graduated in Chanology perhaps? I want more about this omg I have so many concepts to go in depth with thanks to you but I have so many things to write this is a curse I'm cursed. I don't know if I should add something now or wait for a better moment... oh...

Channie being possessive, obsessed with his members... because he's the leader and he chose them and they are sewn together by destiny's thread... doing everything together... feeling for each other love in its purest form... omg I adore this.

ANYWAY WHERE DO YOU FIND SUCH FICS I WANT THEM TOO PLEASE??????? DROP SOME RECS?????????? it also has been a while since I last searched through tags because now I usually just check how my fics are doing lol

If you come back with this I'll write more about it, it's a promise!