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goldencuffs · 3 years ago

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@lamenweek day five: traditions

Damen doesn’t think he’s supposed to feel so bone-weary at thirty-one.

Everything in his body aches, and he’s already greying at his temples. Last night, he had gone to bed at eight.

Theomedes doesn’t look up from the Ios Financial Times when Damen enters the Drawing Room. The table already has been set: Damen’s seat is, as usual, is to the left of his father, exactly fourty-seven centimetres apart. Damen’s food has been already served, because his father got here before him, and everyone gets served the same time as Theomedes.

Damen’s entire life has been dictated by these traditions, guidelines and precedents.

Some of them are good, but most of them are like this: nonsensical and elitist.

Even Theomedes’ and Damianos’ tea is prepared via strict protocol: one teaspoon of loose tea leaves per cup, heated to a hundred degrees celcius (seventy for green tea), with a tablespoon of organic, raw honey added straight to the teapot.

(It’s amazing tea, though).

Theomedes says, “Your food is cold.”

Damen stares at the pile of mash potatoes and salmon. “I’m not hungry.”

He also hates salmon, but Theomedes is the only one who sets the menu for the week with the head chef. Last week, they had roast beef and vegetables four times.

“You’re not still sulking are you?” Theomedes finally says, three minutes later.

Damen grips his table fork. He forces himself to do the breathing exercises Makedon had taught him.

In an ideal world, he wouldn’t reply, but in this one, everyone answered to the King.

“No, sir,” Damen says, and shoves a polite bite of food in his mouth.

“You haven’t had a meal with me in three weeks,” Theomedes says, and he sounds hurt and disappointed.

“Hmm,” Damen says. “I’ve been busy. You know I’ve been working on the preservation of Marlas with Nikandros.”

Theomedes crosses his fork and knife over his plate. Instantly, three different staff members rush forward to clear the table.

Damen’s plate is cleared too; no one eats after the King has left. Another useless, bane tradition.

“You know I did what’s best for you,” Theomedes says, looming over Damen.

When Damen nods, Theomedes kisses his temple. “You’ll realise it sooner, rather than later.”

“Yes, sir,” Damen says quietly, and rises only after Theomedes has left, as is protocol.

An hour later, the itch under Damen’s skin becomes unbearable, and he finds himself burrowing under the left corner of his mattress for certain… supplies.

He pulls on the red, shoulder-length curly wig with little care, and then the faux-leather beret. It’s peeling and terrible, but Damen doesn’t care.

The rest of his outfit is just layers: sunglasses, two coats, scarves, and a muted shirt, to hide as much of his body as possible.

He normally doesn’t leave so early in the day, when he’s being patrolled by guards and the Kyros.

Luckily, it’s only Nikandros who catches him, right outside his door.

His expression is flat. “You’re not serious. You’re leaving now? We’re in the middle of drafting the Delpha treaty!”

Damen shrugs. “I have to go.”

“You don’t have to—” Nikandros cuts himself off with a sigh. “Whatever. Can you please bring me back those caramel slices?”

Damen grins. “You got it, boss.”

Once he’s past the Main Foyer, the rest of the journey is easy: Damen takes an hour and a half train ride from Central Ios to Andris, and then a fifteen minute bus ride on the eighty-six. And then finally, an eight minute walk to the Andris Office District.

There’s a small bookstore there called Pocket Bookmark, painted emerald green, the lettering done in gold.

Inside, it’s not too busy: it’s not quite the end of a business day, and the customers in here are high school students, skimming the Shakespeare section, and a man hovering near the new releases.

Damen keeps his head down, weaving through the aisles.

Nicaise, the mouthy teenage cashier rolls his eyes when he sees Damen approaching, lifting up the wooden flap on on the bench, allowing Damen to duck through.

“Thanks, kid,” Damen says, mussing his hair.

“Ah, fuck off,” Nicaise grunts, but fondly. He’s warmed up to Damen ever since Damen bought him his first car. (Nothing too flashy, obviously).

Damen hurries all the way to the back, opening the door marked, No entry, and then goes up the narrow steps, which always make the worst creaking noises.

There’s another door a the small porch upstairs, and Damen fishes out the key in his pocket to open it.

Instantly, he’s hit with the smell of butter chicken simmering on the stove, and his mouth salivates. He dumps his entire attire by the small settee in the hallway, inhaling gratefully.

The second thing he’s greeted with is Wendy, who meows and claws at his leg.

“Come here, baby,” Damen murmurs, picking her up and holding her to his chest. She purrs and curls up, like a big ball of fluff and he kisses her head. “I love you so much.”

She meows in response, and snuggles closer.

Laurent turns off the stove in the tiny kitchen. He looks over his shoulder for just a second and scrunches his nose. “Ugh, she’s such a slut. I’ve been petting her for the last hour, but apparently I’m just not good enough.”

Laurent is in his after work attire: which means he’s as half dressed as possible. The shirt he’s wearing is one of Damen’s, and his shorts are the pair that shrunk in the wash; they ride too high up his thigh.

Laurent’s just come out of the shower: the hair at his nape is still wet, and his skin is pinked and glowing. Even with the curry, Damen can smell jasmine and coconut.

Laurent has got this sweet, soft smile that lights up his eyes.

It takes Damen’s breath away: not just Laurent, but this entire picture of domesticity. It’s all Damen’s wanted his entire life.

He means to make a snarky comment about Wendy, but what comes out is: “Marry me.”

Laurent drops the wooden spoon, eyes wide.

Damen grips Wendy too tightly and she lets out a shriek and jumps out of his arms.

They stare at each other for a moment. Damen’s heart is racing.

Laurent blinks. “Oh, sorry. I think I hallucinated for a minute.”

Damen steps forward, smiling. “It wasn’t a hallucination. Marry me.”

Laurent makes a small noise in the back of his throat. “Are you asking me or telling me?” He swallows, eyes darting all over Damen’s face, his body. “I don’t see a ring,” he says quietly.

Damen groans, rubbing a hand over his face. “Shit, I know. I had this whole plan, I was going to propose with the Queen’s ring, but obviously I’d have to talk to my father first and—” He sits down at the kitchen table, pulling out his phone. “There’s a courthouse ten minutes from here. It’s Thursday night, so they’re still open. We just need to show up with a signed ‘Intended Marriage Certificate’. It’s like three pages, we’ll be fine.”

“…Oh.” Laurent has gone very still. “You’re looking up courthouses. You’re serious.”

“Shit,” Damen says, watching him. “I’m so sorry. You—Do you want to marry me, Laurent? Because I’ve been dying to marry you since I first saw you. Er. No pressure, though.”

Laurent glares at him, affronted. “Of course I want to marry you, you fucking idiot!”

Damen leaps to his feet, grinning and flushed. “Fuck yeah! Let’s go print this form and—”

“Damen!” Laurent laughs, looking a little crazed. “We can’t just—Just wait a minute.”

“Alright. Shoot, baby.”

Predictably, Laurent flushes pink. “Is it even legal? Aren’t there special ceremonies for royals? And—and the King still thinks we broke up!”

Damen winces a little at that.

After an entire year of sneaking around, of meeting up in discreet hotels, and making plans to move in together one day, Damen had fucked up three weeks ago.

Drunk and enamoured, he had kissed Laurent outside his bookstore after a date. There had been photos—and the only saving grace had been the fact that Laurent’s face had been inscrutable.

But the fact that he was a commoner had been enough for Theomedes to unleash his rage. He had ordered Damen to break things off with Laurent, and Damen had pretended to, but… Well, Laurent had been hurt. It had been the first time he had realised how shaky their entire relationship was, how quickly it could come crumbling down.

Damen had spent days convincing him otherwise, and Laurent had finally agreed, but there had still been shadows in his eyes.

Now—now, though, Damen realises exactly what he can do, what he should have done months ago, to make Laurent realise he’s it.

“Fuck the King,” Damen says. He finally closes the distance between them, gripping Laurent’s hands. “Laurent, listen. I can still get married legally in a civil ceremony.”

“But—” Laurent bites his lip. “I don’t want you to get into trouble. And,” His voice grows small. “I know there’s so many rules and traditions you have to follow. I’ve read about the whole tradition where your father is supposed to gift you a diptych piece.”

Damen’s heart is warm. He smiles down at Laurent, smitten. “You’ve read up on royal wedding traditions?”

Laurent colours even more. “Of course.”

Damen kisses him hard, unable to bare the love swelling up inside him. Laurent flings his arms around Damen’s neck, his mouth emitting small, sweet gasps.

When they pull apart, Damen presses his forehead to Laurent’s. “Fuck the King,” he repeats. “Fuck the customs and rules and traditions. You are the only thing that matters to me. Just forget everything for a moment and answer: do you want to go downtown and marry me?”

Laurent’s smile overtakes his face, his eyes shining. “Yes,” he says softly. “I want to—so much.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask you in a better way or give you a ring or—”

“Stop. This was absolutely perfect.” He sighs. “You’re perfect.”

Damen kisses him again, pressing him to the counter. “I want you to have my mother’s ring.”

Laurent buries his head into Damen’s chest, overwhelmed. He nods.

Damen drops a kiss to his hair. “Get changed, baby. We’re getting married.”

Laurent looks up at him in wonder. “We’re getting married.”

#yes this is rushed what about it!!!!! 🤧😤#just kidding i still hope u enjoy #lamen week 2021 #captive prince #my writing #my fic

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sukorakurai · 3 years ago

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@snarkyship is a true genius. I commission this Stark Family Portrait and I couldn’t be happier. I wrote a little fic to accompany this fabulous Picture. hope you all enjoy.

Stark Family Picture Day

By Sukora Kurai

Tony sighed over the counter in the communal kitchen. He had been there since dawn when he asked Jarvis what day it was. Then his trusty AI informed him of an importance of this month. Now he was stuck with what to do now.

“Hey Tony what’s got you down?”

“Hey Capsicle, I’m doomed.”

“Oh come on Tony, it can’t be that bad you are an Avenger.” Steve smiled as he got out food to make omelets for the Team, and greeted the in coming members. “Morning Nat, morning Bruce.”

“Morning Steve, what’s wrong with Tony?” Bruce greeted heading to the stove to put the kettle on for his morning tea.

“Not sure I found him like this.” Steve stated cracking some eggs into a bowl.

“His and Loki’s anniversary is this month and he has no idea what to get him.” Nat answered pouring a large mug of coffee.

Tony shot up in his seat and stared slack jawed. “How could you possibly know that?”

“It’s my job as a shield Agent and Pepper’s PA to keep tabs on you. So it is well documented when you clumsily asked Loki to be your boyfriend during the Lord of the Rings Marathon where you bought out the AMC Theater for the day.” The Spy shrugged ignoring the fact that all her team mates stared at her in horror. All were now wondering what she had on them in those SHIELD files.

“So Tony, you have and anniversary coming up? Have you though about what Loki might like?” Steve coughed drawing the conversation back to the main topic.

“No, I don’t. What does one give a god especially one that has magic and can make anything appear out of thin air?” Tony waved his arms in frustration.

“That is a tough one but I’m sure anything you get him will be fine. Loki loves you Tony.” Bruce tried to be supportive.

“I hope you will be putting more thought into the gift you give me next month for our anniversary.” Nat gave the Gamma Doctor a pointed before wandering out of the room to start her routine before heading out to work.

“Ha, I’m not the only one in hot water now!” Tony crowed at the look of devastation in his science-bro’s face.

“Tony, knock it off. Now in my day it was the thought that counted most. You should find what Loki cherishes the most. You find that then you can present to him in a meaningful way. It’s true he’s a prince and probably has had his other lovers throw jewels and meaningless expensive trinkets at him to win his affections. You know Loki better because you love him and he loves you.” Steve pointed out.

“Yeah, Lokes complains a lot about his life in Asgard and that there were many who wooed him just to get to Thor. At night when it’s just the two of us and RC snuggled between us he sighs soft and says what a perfect night it is. He never elaborates but I think it means that he likes just the quiet nights with us.” The genius eyes went glazed as he recalled the many nights he cuddled with his god. Then the idea hit him. “Hey Spangles, can you paint or do you just draw?”

“Huh,” Steve was caught off guard and almost dropped the omelet he was flipping. “I paint from time to time.”

“Don’t lie babe you are in your studio whenever can get the chance.” Bucky laughed entering the kitchen. “All the paintings in our apartment Stevie did.”

“Great! Can you do a portrait if I get you a picture?” Tony asked digging in to the ham and cheese omelet.

“Yeah, it might take two weeks maybe less depends on if we get called out or if SHIELD needs me.” The captain estimated placing another plate in front of his boyfriend.

“As long as it’s done before the end of the month we’re good. Jarvis start looking through my photos and pull out any possible portraits.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Delicious breakfast as usual Capsicle. I’ll get you the photo as soon as I find one.” Tony dumped his empty plate in sink and ran off to his lab.

Two hours later…

“None of these are good enough J.”

“Sir, might I suggest you take a new photo of you and Prince Loki.”

“Yeah and RC too, because she’s our baby. We can’t have a Family Portrait without all the family members. Where’s are RC now?”

“She is currently with Alpine in his play room.”

“Cool, I think I got the perfect outfit in mind.” Tony grinned as he ran to his emergency closet in the lab. Tony had put in the closet when he realized he destroyed a lot of his clothes during his inventing and building phases. Also there was a suit or two for the days he forgot he was supposed to be in a meeting and had to make a rush to the board room.

In the penthouse…

It had been a quiet morning with no call outs, no calls to Asgard and no need to go anywhere. Loki decided to enjoy the peace and quite lounging in his soft Asgardian casual clothes on the couch reading his mother’s spell journal.

“Hey there, Bambi! It’s Picture Day!”

“Anthony, what are you on about?” The prince looked up from his book to see his lover carrying their cat into the living room.

“Well Picture Day refers to the day school kids take pictures for the yearbook and photos are bought for family distribution. Anyways I want to have a family picture that was honest. I never had that growing up because Howard was an asshole and Maria, my mother, was frail. She loved me but she couldn’t express it because she was always ill. Now we have our own little family and I want a picture to put in the lab.”

“You want to take this picture now? Anthony, I look a mess and how did you get the bow on the cat?”

“Aww, you look gorgeous, love, as always. Anyways, I put a bow on our baby because RC loves to look pretty for her daddies. Don’t you sweetie.” Tony scratched under the kitty’s chin as they sat on couch next to the god.

“Mew,” RC purred.

“Fine, you win, where would you like to take the picture? Also what are you wearing? I don’t believe I’ve seen that outfit before, and what is on your feet?” Loki set his book aside and took in his lover’s appearance.

“Oh you like? I dressed in red and gold to match my shoes. I had these shoes made based on my Iron Man suit. I thought maybe putting them on the market for kids but I liked them too much to share. So I have a life time supply in the lab. If you want I can have a pair made for you.”

“No thank you. They clash with my outfit. Now let’s take your picture.” Loki said taking the cat in his arms.

“Okay, okay. Let me get out my phone.” Tony fished his Stark Phone out of his back pocket and held it out to make them all fit in the frame. “Okay say cheese!”

“Click”

“Okay let’s see how that one turned out.” Tony looked at the photo to see him smiling a black blur and a bland look on Loki’s face. “Nope we got try again. This time smile Loki and RC you need to stay still so we can see you.”

And it went picture by picture they have yet to take a family portrait.

“Shit I only got half your face.”

“Anthony your thumb is on the lens.”

“RC Stay still!”

“Achoo! Ow! I dropped on my foot!”

“Do not eat my hair you Retched Creature!”

“Okay I set it up on a tripod. Now say cheese.”

“CHEESE BROTHER!” Thor popped up between the two men who stared at shock at the blond god.

“Next!” Tony rolled his eyes as Loki vanished his brother to where ever. Tony didn’t ask where the Loki sent Thunder god. He rather liked staying in the tower and wanted to keep it that way.

“Meow!”

“No RC! Don’t chase the bunny!”

Three Hours Later…

“Okay, this is it I can feel it. Now Jarvis is going to take the picture the bunnies are secure in their room. The penthouse is locked down, so no unexpected guest and RC is filled of milk to keep her calm and relaxed. And I promise after we get this picture I will have Jarvis order you favorite meal from the Thai Palace down the street and I’ll rub your feet, while we watch you favorite Harry Potter movies.”

“Oh Anthony you spoil me. I love you.” Loki sighed as a soft smile graced his face and he leaned into his lover as Tony joined their hands together. RC who was seated now on the god’s shoulder leaned in and purred soaking up the love of her people. The genius couldn’t be happier in that moment as he had his to precious family members with him and the grin on his face was wide and bright.

“Click.”

Two Weeks Later…

“Sir Prince Loki and Mr. Odinson have returned from Asgard.”

“Great, I got everything ready. Tell Loki that I have dinner ready and waiting.”

“Yes, sir.” Tony had the table set with Loki’s Favorite food from the five star steak house, they go to. He paid extra to have the chef come over and cook for their anniversary.

“Ding.”

“Thank you, Jarvis. Evening Anthony, never in my life had been so glad to leave Asgard. He talked for hours at the council over stagnant topics. What’s all this?”

“Well my hard working God of Mischief, today is our one year Anniversary and I have planned the perfect evening. Dinner, a bath and I installed a movie screen in our bathroom so we can enjoy the movie of your choice during the bath and then I plan on us making love until dawn.” Tony pulled Loki over to the dinner table, watching as the god’s magic removed the armor and replaced it with comfortable Asgardian wear.

“You lovely little man, you spoil me so; I don’t deserve it or you.” The Raven pulled the billionaire into his arms and planting kisses all over the man’s face.

“Yes you do, because I love you and I got you something, well I got Cap to make it, but it was my idea.”

“You didn’t have to, dinner is more than enough.”

“No, I wanted to. Now close your eyes and I’ll get your present.” As Loki closed his eyes Tony ran out of the room and grabbed the portrait from where he hid it. He placed it on the wall then Jarvis turned on the lights illuminating the painting. “Okay open them.”

“Oh Anthony! It’s wonderful.” Loki’s eyes became all misty seeing their little family together and there was so much love radiating from painting. “It’s perfect.”

“Happy Anniversary Reindeer Games.”

“Happy Anniversary, my Man of Iron.” Loki whispered pulling Tony in to the sweetest kiss they ever shared. They didn’t hear the click sound of Jarvis capturing the moment with the sunset background. Another memory to save for another day.

The End.

#fanart #fiction from fanart #iron frost #frostiron #ironfrost #Iron Man #tony x loki #loki x tony #loki #random black cat #tony stark #Avengers #Marvel MCU #Family Portrait

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jostenneil · 3 years ago

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As silly and petty as it sounds, realism in comics is what like makes it so boring nowadays, like it’s sorta why when I got back into dc I gravitated towards the flash family and the older wally flash run stories lmao. Like the dc speedsters run on love and friendship like big “my friends are my power” energy and like are practically physical gods but also just like some fucking guys and gals. Like the speed force can make anything happen but it cannot pay your taxes. It’s like the mundanity of life juxtaposed with the fanatical nature of the premise of the flash’s heroic life is (chef kiss) essential. Like one of Wally’s villains is a evil talking gorilla, and yet he at the same time has one of the most developed and mature arcs in history with a stable loving family and wife to boot.

Like…like comics are supposed to be FUN. What is so wrong with having fun, like we really do live in cinema sins hell.

Unrelated but semi related: In my old grandma age of 22; I’m officially over speed force jokes, I’m gonna gaslight gatekeep girlboss my way through bad faith criticisms of what is essentially a magic system the speedsters use to enjoy myself and block out the haters. Essentially the speedforce is my meow meow out of pure SPITE! Like most people who make bad faith jokes just like…never even wanna do a wiki search just wanna…not learn. Some even get paid the big Warner brother bucks to make stupid comments about how it doesn’t make sense uwu

No but seriously, I love your blog. There are like three people keeping the Wally, Linda, and wallylinda tags from being an empty hell of nothing and you really add something very interesting to the conversation. Your wallylinda rants are always beautiful to read, it makes me fall more in love with their love everytime you write about them and kid flash Thad hasn’t left my mind either

this is so SWEEEET omg thank youuu 🥺 (am so sad always at how ugly this emoji looks on tumblr desktop but alas) and for real you hit the nail on the head like that's really what is should be about for the most part! and peak flash fam just does such a good job of creating these ridiculous plots while nonetheless espousing core values that heroes ought to have that it's so easy to love and spiral into. getting into them has been one of the most enjoyable experiences for me (geoff johns era of things barred ofc) i really would die for them

#asks

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lu-undy · 4 years ago

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Chapter 78 - SBT

Here it is!

"I assume you had your reasons for doing it this way but it has to change, and fast." Lucien sat on the oval table and crossed his arms. The smoke from his cigarette floated in the air like a cloud above his head.

"I did. But now that there is no danger anymore, I might actually do it."

Lucien frowned and pondered. The king of the beggars went on.

"I will set a rendez-vous point. All you have to do is have him be there."

"Non." Lucien answered, raising cold eyes to his ex-colleague.

"What?"

"Non." He repeated firmly. "You are not taking any risks in this business, I am. So we will do things my way."

"What risks are you taking?" Maurice asked and Lucien's anger flashed on his fair irises.

"You know very well." He answered drily.

"Very well, what do you suggest?"

Lucien sighed.

"I do not know yet. I need to think about it. The stakes are too high. Every second that I spend with you discussing it is a second that I betray him and his trust. I cannot afford that, nor do I want it, not anymore, not ever."

"Fine." Maurice said, from his old wooden throne. "You do as you please."

"Tell me where they are. I shall bear the responsibility of the rest."

Maurice wrote something on a piece of paper and slid it to the ex-spy.

"That is where I have kept them. Good luck. They are expecting him."

The Frenchman's rage boiled up a notch higher.

"Pardon?" He asked in his native tongue. "Do not think for one second that this puts you out of any responsibility!"

"What are you going to do? Stab me in the back, like in the old days…?"

Lucien's jaw relaxed and he smirked, not like the free man he was now, but like the spy he had been: cold, arrogant and overly self-confident.

"Me? Nothing. Him? I am not so sure, Maurice."

He took the piece of paper that he stored in his pocket and exited the hideout. When he made it back to the surface, he adjusted his scarf and headed back home.

-- Next day --

"Mundy, I forgot to tell you something."

"What is it?"

Lucien was sitting next to his lover at the table while they shared breakfast.

"Richard and his wife agreed to take Diamond."

"Oh, that's great news!"

"I also sent the word to Maurice, and he is happy to take Star."

"Oh, alright."

"Oui, he shall train her to take on Perle's job and hunt mice and chase away any undesired rodents."

"That's nice, hear that, Starry baby?" Mundy was cuddling the lady kitten. She meowed happily. "You'll get a nice home and a job. Kids'll cover you in pets too!"

"And guess where our beloved ball of hunger will end up?" Lucien asked, petting Glovy on his lap.

"I don't know, where?"

"There is one young man who will make him more than happy."

"Who?"

Lucien smiled before answering.

"Bastien."

"Bastian?"

"Who better than an apprentice chef cook for our beloved Glovy?" Lucien asked.

"Hear that, fat boy? Your new dad's gonna make you delicious food!"

"Mrow!" He answered excitedly.

"Yeah…" Mundy extended his hand and scratched Glovy under his chin. "You're one happy, chunky boy, aren't ya?"

The large yet short cat purred happily under the attention.

"So that settles it apart from Junior…" Mundy said. The kitten had grown up like his brother and his sisters but still looked smaller.

"Viens, mon petit."

[Come, my little one.]

Lucien bent down, released Glovy and scooped his namesake off the floor to put him on his knees.

"He will have a good forever home. We shall offer him as a gift and a surprise." Lucien answered, cuddling the kitten.

"Yeah, but to who?" Mundy asked.

"To whom?" Lucien corrected. "Well, who will need a Lucien and has been missing me while I was away?"

"Me?" Mundy answered.

"Apart from you?" Lucien asked.

"Don't know, who?"

"Victoria." He answered.

"Oh…"

"I think she will take the best care of him." Lucien added.

"I'm sure you're right, darl'." Mundy laced a lazy arm around Lucien's shoulders and the Frenchman leaned on him.

"Any plans for today?" Mundy asked.

"I was thinking of taking the kittens to their new homes." Lucien answered, pushing a lock of silver hair behind his ear.

"Oh, ok, sure."

"I suggest we start with Bastien and Richard, they are not too far apart from each other. Then, Maurice and in the end, Victoria."

"You wanna take Junior to the diner?"

"Non, I planned on knocking directly at her door, after her shift."

"You know where she lives?"

Lucien raised his eyes and his smirk to his lover.

"Right, right, ok, ex-spy, I get it." Mundy chuckled.

"I see you are learning." Lucien teased. "But what do you think of this plan? That ought to keep us busy for most of the day."

"Seems like it, yeah. I'm alright with the plan. But first, we need to tell Pearl and Soot."

"But of course."

Lucien and Mundy finished their breakfast and found themselves sitting on the carpet in the living room, facing the cats.

"Right, ladies and gents…" Mundy started. "Today, you're gonna leave Mum and Dad, even your gramps."

The kittens listened with wide open eyes.

"Meow?" Perle, who had been laying on the carpet, moved to sit up.

"Do not worry, mon bébé," Lucien scratched her head gently. "They will all go to good homes. Star will go to Maurice and hunt the mice there, oh and Junior will go to Victoria."

"Meow?" Soot rose to his feet too.

"Hey, Sooty boy, you trust the old gramps, eh?"

The black cat went straight to Mundy and purred when he scratched his jaw.

"There we go. Now, we're gonna give you a few minutes to say goodbye, ok? You be good boys and girls."

Mundy rose to his feet.

"Mrow…" Perle bit her Papa's sleeve.

"Oh? Qu'est-ce que tu veux, ma chérie?"

[Oh? What do you want, my darling?]

She kept on pulling his sleeve and meowing sadly.

"I will stay with her, go and get ready, Mundy."

"You sure?"

"Oui, she needs me."

"Fair. See ya in a bit, I'll go get my shoes and stuff." Mundy left a kiss on Lucien's brow and left him with the cats.

Perle stood on her back legs. Lucien smiled and lifted her into his arms, rocking her gently.

"Qu'est-ce qui se passe? Tu n'aimes pas les 'au revoir' ?"

[What is happening? You don't like goodbyes?]

"Mrow…" She answered sadly.

"Personne n'aime les au revoir. Ni les hommes, ni les chattes apparemment. Ne t'inquiète pas, tes bébés sont grands maintenant, ils n'ont plus besoin, ni de toi, ni de leur père, ni de nous."

[No one likes goodbyes. Neither people, nor lady cats apparently. Don't worry, your babies have grown up now, they don't need you or Soot, or us anymore.]

"What's wrong, baby?" Mundy joined them and put Lucien's shoes down next to him. "Don't want the kids to go, eh?"

"Non, she does not." Lucien answered. They both spoiled her with affection, scratches and sweet words.

"When…" Lucien started. His eyes were riveted on Perle. "When Jérémy was growing up…"

Mundy's eyebrows jumped. He hadn't expected Lucien to talk about his late son.

"There came an age where he liked me… less."

"Oh?" Mundy scooted closer to his lover.

"Like any other child of his age, he started seeing me not as a model, but as someone who continuously failed to understand him."

"It's fine, luv', we all had that phase for a bit…"

"I guess so but," Lucien sighed and looked away. "It still felt strange to hear the baby that I had carried in my arms a few years before tell me that he hated me, that I was never there for him, that… that…"

"Sshhh." Mundy wrapped his arms around Lucien and pulled his head under his chin.

"I was a poor father… I was absent, I was busy, I was away, I was…"

"Hey, it's alright. All dads are like that, ok? They're all busy with work and stuff when we're kids. Then we get to teenage boys and we start gettin' weird, and wonderin' about sheilas… And boys, I guess… About ourselves. We got all these questions and parents are shit at answerin' them. So we feel alone, and not really understood. But it's fine, it's how it goes and how it should go."

Lucien buried his head deeper in Mundy's chest.

"Doesn't mean you were a bad dad. And I'm sure of it now, I've seen you with Victoria and with Pearl. You're a bloody good Papa."

"Maybe." Lucien's voice was muffled. His eyes were closed against Mundy's heart that he heard beating gently in front of him. He could smell the cheap cologne too, it brought him immense comfort.

"Hey, not to me, eh? I saw you. I even told you. Wish my dad was like you."

"Oui but…"

"But what, love? Tell me."

"I…"

"Get it out, darl'... Better out than in."

Lucien's shoulders sank.

"I wish I could now know what Jérémy really thought of me. At the end, he kept on reproaching me all those things and, well, they were all true. Each time he did, I looked in his eyes, God, his eyes… He had his mother's eyes… Blue, of a darker shade than mine, dirty blond hair, buck teeth… He was an adorable little boy but he grew up to hit puberty, too soon. And each time he would address me, it would not be with admiration anymore, but with anger and hatred."

"Hey… Darl'..." Mundy gently rocked his lover and slid his fingers through his long hair. "Close your eyes and remember when you were his age, eh? Didn't you think that you had it all figured out, that you'd be better off without your parents, that they didn't understand what you felt…?"

"Mundy, you are not understanding."

"Oh?"

Lucien pulled himself out of the embrace and rubbed his eyes.

"Non, I understood him too well! I knew this rage, this powerlessness, this frustration. I knew it so well that when I was faced with it, I decided to leave home and live in the streets."

Mundy frowned.

"When I turned 18, I fled. My mother and step-father pressured me and forced me to choose between Medicine and Law. I didn't want either, and so I ran away. And whenever I saw Jérémy look at me with hatred, I would see myself, right before I fled. It terrified me, that sight."

"You were scared that he'd run away too?" Mundy asked.

Lucien raised his eyes to him and nodded sadly.

"Oh, I get it now… But Lu'..."

"Who knows? Maybe he wanted to flee too. Maybe God claimed him back before he had the chance."

"Ssh." Mundy pulled Lucien in a hug again. "You can't know. No one can."

"What terrified me most is how his mother would have reacted, had he decided to run away."

"Lu', stop thinkin' about it. You can't do anything about it, and in any case, you don't have to."

"Oui, but what if-?"

"No, luv', listen." Mundy cut him off and cupped his face such that he rested his forehead against his. "What ifs are useless, darl'. Stop thinking about it. Let your baby boy rest, and let yourself rest too."

"I cannot. There are things that I have been holding within myself for far too long. I want someone to know. I want someone to share all these personal secrets with, I want to share the weight of that burden, all those mistakes, those sins."

"Hey now, don't be dramatic. Everyone does stuff they regret. There isn't one man or sheila alive who doesn't regret somethin'! It's just not possible!"

"Oui, but I don't care about other people!"

"Neither do I! But you can't continue carrying stuff like that on your back!"

"You want me to forget?" Lucien asked, his eyes wider than planets.

"No! I want you to learn to live with it in your heart, not on your shoulders like you're carrying the world's misery on yourself!"

Lucien lowered his head and softly headbutted Mundy's chest.

"I know it's hard, love. I really do. Sometimes I think about my parents and how I… I-I…"

Lucien raised his head and Mundy looked away.

"How you what?" He gently asked.

"I'm a monster… I-I left them to die."

Lucien's eyes snapped wide.

"Non!" He frowned. "You outdid yourself to avenge them! I saw you, the delicate, shy, compassionate you torture a man. You burnt a man, you burnt every square inch of his chest while he was wide awake and alive!"

Mundy rubbed his eyes and winced.

"Yeah, you don't need to remind me of that, thanks…."

"Mundy…" Lucien put a hand on his cheek. "You have surpassed yourself, you have done what you never thought you could and yet what did you do? You put yourself aside and did more than what trained soldiers did during the war! Mundy, you avenged them and made them proud."

"Hm. Don't think they're proud." Mundy answered.

"That is not what I said. I said you made them proud. You avenged them and that is what you had set yourself to do, didn't you?"

"Yeah."

"Don't you feel at rest now with respect to your parents?"

Mundy raised his eyes to Lucien and his gaze hung there for a few seconds.

"I… I'm not sure."

"Do you regret having dealt with Duchemin?"

"N-not really but…"

Lucien nodded as he started to understand it.

"Ah, I see… It is the discussion you had with your parents when you took me to meet them?"

Mundy nodded and sighed.

"I feel like they'd be even more furious at me."

"Why?"

"Mum's a good woman. She never would have wanted to hurt anyone. And Dad just hated violence for the sake of it."

"So you feel like you have avenged them but betrayed the education they gave you, their values?"

"Yeah. I think you put the words on it, again."

"Again?" Lucien asked.

"That's why I was so fascinated by Lulu at first. It's cause he managed to put words on things I felt inside me."

"Mundy, you did what you did because it was the right thing to do when you had to do it." Lucien said. "Had things been different, of course you would have reacted differently. Had you not been dragged into the alligators business, you surely wouldn't have followed the track of the worthless man who killed your parents. Besides, this isn't a case of violence for the sake of it. You didn't wake up with the crave to torture someone, no one does. Non. You used violence because what else was left?"

"Nothing." Mundy answered.

"Exactly, you were alone and you didn't have any other way to set things straight. No law on Earth would have condemned that man for the atrocities he caused. So don't look at it the way you are. Had you not followed that lead to find the alligators, Duchemin might still be walking this Earth."

"And I wouldn't have met you."

Lucien smiled.

"Non, you would not have, but such is the game of life. You cannot win everything. Either you missed all this, you didn't deal with Duchemin and you didn't meet me, or you indeed go through all of this but with me at your side."

"Is that the choice I have?"

"Not exactly. You have made the choice of pursuing the alligators' road and we know where that has led you up until today. Who knows what the other path could have offered?"

"I wouldn't have known you."

"Indeed, but you would not feel this almost regret that you do right now." Lucien explained.

"Hm."

"It is similar to me. I thought I had put away the suit and tie for good after Marie and Jérémy passed. Yet when the Minister of Defense told me of Duchemin, I could not resist the urge to deal with him."

"D'you think they'd uh… They'd be… proud of you?"

"Non." Lucien chuckled. "Marie hated my job with a passion. She was very wary of Jérémy discovering it and becoming attracted to the idea of becoming like me. I pretended I had an office job - after all, the suit and tie worked wonders to fool anyone - and invented all kinds of stories and lies to him. He was too young to understand. But I think that as he grew up, he might have had suspicions. There aren't many jobs where you travel left and right, attend luxurious parties but don't take even your partner with you. I think he had his doubts about my job, maybe that added to his hatred towards me."

"So we're both in the same state, eh?"

"Oui."

"Again?"

"Oui."

"Thank God."

Lucien looked at Mundy. He smiled softly.

"I'm tired of feeling alone and have weird feelin's inside me, and I'm startin' to get used to you understanding me and feeling the same way too."

Lucien returned the gentle, lopsided grin.

"I am grateful to have found you for that same reason, mon loup."

[My wolf]

Lucien tapped the tip of Mundy's nose and the Aussie's eyelids fluttered as he chuckled.

"Hey…!" Mundy pulled Lucien from his waist and kissed his nose. "There, now we're even."

"Merci!"

[Thanks!]

"You're welcome. So, shall we take the kittens to their new homes?"

"Before we do, do you feel any better?" Lucien asked.

"Yeah… Thanks love, you're the best."

"My pleasure. In that case, let us proceed." Lucien turned to Perle. "May we…?"

The lady cat rubbed her head against Lucien's hand before going to his mouth. He kissed her and she went to lie against Soot.

"I think that's a yes, Lu'." Mundy said. "I found this cardboard box. Let's put the kitties in and I'll carry it. You lead the way."

"Perfect."

The couple scooped the kittens and placed them gently in the box. They went to the door and exited the place.

"Mister L, Sir?"

"Oh?" Lucien saw a group of kids running to him in the street. "Oui, what is it, gentlemen?" He squatted to be at their eye level.

"Maurice said Francis left this for you." One of the blond boys recited his text and inflated his chest proudly.

"What did he leave?" Lucien asked.

"This!" The child pointed further in the street.

"Oh!" Lucien's eyebrows jumped and he failed to hide his surprise. "Is that really true?"

"Yes, Sir! Francis said he was delighted to know you were doing well. He sends his regards."

"Thank you. Here…" Lucien took his wallet out and gave the children a note. "Don't spend it all on sweets, and do share it."

"Thank you so much!" The kids ran away, leaving the couple and the kittens alone on the pavement.

"Hahaha!" Lucien went to the black motorcycle and tapped it gently. "A marvel of elegance and technology. I am delighted that Francis decided to leave it to me…"

Mundy caught up with him, the box still in his arms.

"I remember that bike. You came to see me at the lake with it. It's the one that turns invisible, right?"

"Indeed, that is the one." Lucien let his fingers run on the leather seat. "A delight to drive too." He raised his eyes to Mundy and took the box off of his arms to secure it at the back.

"What are you doin'...?"

"You don't think we will walk to deliver those kittens, do you?"

"N-no, we could take me van?"

"Non. Here." Lucien handed him the second helmet and made sure the kittens were safe. He wrapped his scarf around the box to dampen the noise of the engine.

"W-what? You want me to-?"

"Come on, Mundy!" Lucien straddled the motorcycle and held a hand out for his lover.

"You sure?"

"You don't trust my riding abilities?"

"N-no, nah, it's just that…"

"What then? Am I too old for riding a motorcycle?" Lucien chuckled.

"Nah, course not, hold on…" Mundy put on the helmet and took his lover's hand. He straddled the motorcycle, behind Lucien.

"Be careful on the road, love."

"I will. Now hold on." Lucien started the engine and the motorcycle woke up in a roar.

Mundy put his hands on Lucien's sides and took advantage of the situation to hold him dearly. The Frenchman smiled in his helmet and off they went to deliver the kittens.

The first stop was made to Bastien. He was delighted to meet his new companion. Then came Maurice and a well earned lunch break. Lucien and Mundy were left with Junior. While waiting for Victoria to finish her shift, they spent the afternoon in a park with the young cat.

"Mundy?"

"Yeah?"

"I had a thought about something you said."

"What is it?"

"Remember when you told me that there were things you wanted to do with me and that you hadn't had the chance before I went away?"

"Yeah."

"I think we should do one of them this evening." Lucien answered.

"What d'you have in mind?" Mundy asked.

"Surprise…!" Lucien teased. "But first, let us deliver this young man to his new mother." He scratched his namesake's jaw and the kitten purred.

"Alright, you lead the way."

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #SBT

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lunafeather · 5 years ago

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For the anon ask: most important question first, how are catBeth and catRio? Second: what are some of your favorite Good Girls moments and/or episodes? From an acting perspective (I always enjoy reading your acting insights!) or just general enjoyment. And, not a question, but loved, loved, loved the third chapter of Remix and am looking forward to your prompt fills. I have no doubt that they'll be great :)

ANON ASKING THE IMPORTANT QUESTIONS!

Okay so Cat!Beth and Cat!Rio are doing great, causing trouble, living up to their namesakes. The only way Rio isn’t Rio is that he talks a LOT, we have constant conversations, I know what his specific meows mean now (apparently male cats tend to be talkative ones). They love each other so much, but they play fight constantly and Rio can be a bit of a dick (lol) and Beth is only super noisy while they play (LOL).

Had an incident a couple days ago where they were asleep on the couch and I went to give Beth kisses, only she was apparently DEAD ASLEEP cause I startled her awake so badly she immediately went on the defensive -- hissed and swiped at my face. Her claw got caught in my nose and dragged a huge cut inside of it, man that shit was PAINFUL.

Rio went a couple months not feeling very cuddly, which made me very sad, but about a week ago he started cuddling again, I almost cried I was so happy. Only he does that cat thing where he puts all 14lbs of his weight on one paw on my chest and I legit worry about health problems from being crushed. Sadly, he only cuddles for like 10 mins then moves on, but I try to enjoy the little time he gives me!

Have some photos!

Favorite Good Girls Moments/Episodes

So my favorite episode is and likely will always be 2.05. Everything about it... The Brio stuff, Beth boss bitching up and selling those cars, Annie and Ruby helping, the Amber stuff (specifically the stuff about moving to LA and giving it 6 months before giving up, it was extremely meta and I feel like only people in the industry could ever truly appreciate it), the Stan/Ruby stuff, "no I know how to spell A X E”, Ruby’s reaction(s) to Beth and Rio boning, Beth pouring vodka into her slushie and the LOOK SHE GIVES THE CASHIER, Beth taking Dean’s business from him, all of it is just..... *chefs kiss* please pour it directly into my VEINS. My absolute favorite moment though is the end scene with Beth and Rio, the multi-layered conversation about both crime and their relationship, but even more specifically, Rio saying, “yeah you’re right, it is kinda early huh” then looking DIRECTLY AT BETH’S MOUTH before looking away and smiling one of the most gorgeous smiles I have ever seen in my L I F E.

Other favorite eps, in no specific order: 2.11, 3.11, 2.04, 1.04, 1.05, 2.07, others I am probably forgetting

Other fave moments, in no specific order: Brio 20 Questions, Bathroom sex, Vette smashing, Beth opening the dubby, the 2.08 picnic bench scene, Ruby shooting Big Mike in the foot, Annie helping Nancy give birth, Ben’s coming out to Annie, oH nO wHaT hApPenEd?, any time Beth defends Rio, His name is Rio!, Beth coming out of the bathroom after hiding the books, every time Rio lies about Beth being just work, any time he touches her face, all of the 1.10/2.01 dining room scene, aw you guys didn’t hit me up to do brunch??, and many more

Okay so acting-wise, all of the cast just continually knocks it out of the park. Any time Annie has to be soft and vulnerable, Mae just fucking OWNS IT and I love that. She is exactly the kind of actor I am, I see so many similarities in our styles. The first one that comes to mind for Christina is in 2.10 when she destroys all of the baked goods she spent hours making. Imagine being so good at your craft that you can film this emotional breakdown 10, probably 20 times, with different layers and methods of expressing internal anguish, and every single moment is heartbreaking and raw and honest? Manny’s manic, soft, viciousness in the 1.10/2.01 scene always kills me. Somehow he makes Rio so human and multifaceted, like yeah he’s fucking crazy, but he’s also a man living in a world where he has to be hard and ruthless, and yeah much of his softness is a ruse, but some of it is genuine. He layers all of that together perfectly. Any time Retta cries kills me, but I actually love every time she bosses up and gets into a passion speech. The “I’m that Bitch” passion speech is my favorite. Retta plays Ruby’s desperation and uncertainty so well, always layering it under other things. And she’s obviously the queen of reactions. Matthew is so good at looking dumb, like, he isn’t dumb in real life, he’s actually very charming?? I always love, though, when he plays Dean stuck in a situation where he knows he fucked up, again, LAYERS, man! I’ve already waxed on much too long, but everyone else is also amazing: Lidya, Isaiah, Reno, all of the minor characters.

So much of film/TV acting is about internal life, and letting the audience see varying amounts of it in your eyes and your actions. I think Christina and Manny are particularly good at this, but mostly because they get the most silent screen time where they’re just looking at someone or something. Mae is the best at vulnerability, which is essential.

All of them are so fucking good, it’s why it’s one of my goals to get on the show, because my soul would leave my body if I had the opportunity to act opposite literally any of them. I’ve actually started trying to form a relationship on social media with Liz Dean (casting director for the show) so that I have something to lean on when they start up production again. I am hoping she does a general casting call like many other CDs are doing so that I can get my face in front of her and her office.

AND THANK YOU ABOUT REMIX, I feel like Favorite Things really eclipsed Remix cause I posted them at roughly the same time, and Remix is a very different flavor of fic?? I feel like it’s way more challenging though, because it’s taking every single episode and morphing it in some way to be different but still similar enough it could slide right back into the show. Also because it isn’t linear, i think it doesn’t really yell OPEN ME AND READ ME. But I am super glad that the smut drew more readers in lol I am working on some other prompt fills as well as the promp-a-thon stuff, I really hope you love everything. I am a soft and sensitive bean who needs love and support and validation.

WOW THAT WAS LONG, SORRY

Go on anon and ask me anything!

#ask meme answer #you have no idea how much I love you for sending this #Anonymous #ask answer

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thekageichi · 7 years ago

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This was an awesome collab I did with my chu buddy @ero-borus of my pandawa having hot sex with his Ecaflip Leleil. The two end up a couple in my wakfu fanfic. And here's my part, a story to go with the scene. Flip of a Coin It was a very starry night in the World of Twelve, it had been a good while since Leleil had seen the stars like this. Ever since the little “adventure” he caused back in town involving Rodin, he and his brother Kerubim, his Eliotrope nephew, Lumiere and the Pandawa chef Kageichi had decided to camp outside… instead of the inn they were staying in. “Remind me again why we’re out here and not in a comfy bed?” The purple Ecaflip groaned. “Mmfr!” Lumiere was the first to respond with food in his mouth, he quickly swallowed before continuing. “Because um… Kerubim said it would be better in case that Rodin guy came to look for us.” “You can never be too careful when you make enemies.” Kerub told. “Oh please, after the flight he had from our monster Pandawa friend. I doubt he’ll come back for revenge.” He gestured back to Kageichi adding more wood to the fire. “Hey Kage, think Rodin landed on the moon yet?” “Of course not, I didn’t punch him that hard… should’ve at least stopped around the planet’s stratosphere.” Kage admitted. “Seriously… you are so not a normal Pandawa.” Leleil complained. “Says the Lovely Lei Lei.” The Pandawa teased with the name the Ecaflip so despised. Leleil wanted to deck that Pandawa’s face for that, but after seeing his strength first hand it felt best to leave it at that; they ate and conversed for a little longer before turning in for the night. Kerubim and Lumiere were the first to fall asleep, leaving the larger Ecaflip at the campfire with Kageichi. “You’re not gonna sleep?” He asked while flipping a gold coin in the air. “I’m not all that sleepy yet… and what about you?” Kage asked. “I’m too busy thinking about stuff… wish we could’ve stayed back at that inn.” Leleil told. “Damn Kerub had us leave right when I was close to getting in that innkeeper’s skirt.” “Seriously? You can’t help yourself can ya?” The Pandawa questioned. “Oh shut up, I haven’t gotten a single bit of tail since I joined you guys!” He growled. “Usually when I decide to join a party I could at least have some fun with the other members, but the group I’m in consists of my brother, a kid who’s not only too young for my taste but also my nephew, and some freaky monster of a Pandawa who keeps teasing me with that damn kilt!” Leleil pointed at Kage’s outfit as he spoke. “Don’t think I don’t know you’re not wearing anything under there.” “Hehe I figured you would notice, a guy my size just can’t stand tight clothes.” Kageichi chuckled playfully patting his kilt. “It feels much better wearing something like this, it’s actually quite freeing.” “More like cockteasing.” Leleil grinned catching his coin again. “A big ass like yours open like that is just asking for a pounding.” “You looking for action that bad?” The Pandawa asked. “Like you wouldn’t believe, but I’m not asking… just pent up is all.” He sighed flipping his coin again. “Well then, let’s do it.” “Huh?” The sudden answer caught him surprise that Leleil didn’t even catch his coin. “Hang on are you serious? Or are you playing with me right now!?” “Shh! Keep your voice down.” Kage whispered. “You’re not the only one who feels pent up on this adventure, and as Pandawa as my witness, I swear that I’m not messing with you.” Leleil chuckled at that response. “Do you really want your goddess to be watching us fuck?” “She’d probably pour herself a drink of bamboo milk while enjoying the show.” He chirped. “Let’s find somewhere private then, don’t want those other ankle biters to catch us in the buff.” Leleil grinned as he grabbed his coin and got to his feet. “Know any place we can do this?” “Well there’s a bunch of trees and bushes to hide us back over there. Plenty of distance from Lumi and Keke.” “Alright then big guy, lead the way.” The Ecaflip passed by and flicked Kage’s chin by his tail. The Pandawa couldn’t help chuckling at Leleil’s eagerness, though his eyes mostly gazed down at the large ample rump inside those black pants; they moved away from the camp fire, pushing through the bushes as they found a good spot away from the other two surrounded by the trees. Leleil found a nice shady tree and plopped down under it. He took a relieved breath and hit the tree, the force letting a bright green apple land atop his head. “Hehehe, careful there.” Kage smiled as he grabbed the apple atop Leleil’s head and bit into it. “Don’t want the lovely Lei Lei getting hurt.” He blushed obviously disgruntled at the nickname, but Leleil’s gaze soon turned from irritated to lustful as he watched the Pandawa eat the apple that was meant for him. “Hey, if you’re gonna be eating that apple. How about bringing that ass closer so I can have a taste?” “A taste? Who said you were gonna top?” Kageichi questioned. “I ain’t much of a bottom buddy, but if we’re gonna argue… we might as well play for the chance.” He answered by standing back up and holding out a gold kamas. “Heads or tails, with the flip of the coin we choose which side it’ll fall on. Whoever wins gets to top, what do ya say?” “I say heads!” Kage had lost some of the games they played, mostly to Lumiere. He felt confident however that this was a game he could win, so he watched as Leleil flipped the coin high into the air. It hovered for only seconds before it fell back down into the feline’s paw. He gulped as the Ecaflip slowly opened his paw, the anticipation was maddening, but as he saw that coin turned on the side he wanted it became all worth it. “Well look at that, looks like Ecaflip was on my side for this one.” “Well damn…” Leleil sighed and shrugged off the loss. “Not gonna lie big guy, been needing some release since I started out with you guys, so I don’t mind taking it… THIS TIME! We did toss a coin after all.” He sounded irritated by it, but his body showed his true feelings as his tail trailed between the Pandawa’s legs. Brushing up at what he could tell were some plump panda orbs. “Well Leleil, you coulda said something sooner.” He grinned as he moved closer to the lusty Ecaflip, his blue paws reaching out and grabbing at the purple chest in front of them. “Heck, if you asked the first time we met I probably woulda done it with ya back at the inn.” Leleil gave a toothy grin, watching as his tail had put Kageichi in the mood to the point of pulling him into a passionate kiss. He quickly returned it, his ear flicking while he undid the sash around his pants. “Quite the easy going guy huh? Take off your clothes, show a bow meow what you got under that kilt.” Though he was trying to control himself, the Ecaflip was especially eager to see what was under those clothes. “I can when I wanna be. And don’t think I can’t tell how much of an eager bow meow you are to see the goods. But I guess I’m just as eager to show ya.” Kage chuckled as he hooked his thumbs into his kilt, pulling them from his waist and letting it plop to the ground, revealing his full thick Pandawa glory to his partner. Leleil takes a few good glances at the fat shaft, licking his chops before letting his own pants fall to the ground. He grabbed Kage by the hips, pulling him closer to give the nearby tofu something to watch as they locked lips again. Churning tongues and digging his claws into those blue, supple, shapely Pandawa buns. Kageichi gave a low growl and returned the favor in every way he could. His tongue dancing and wrestling with the Ecaflip’s, as his paws groped and fondled his big purple rump. Even one upping him by giving his asscheeks a teasing spank. He gave a grunt as his rump got a good swat, growling into Kage’s ear as he grinded against him. His thick purple cock at full mast, leaking along the Pandawa’s goods as his tail swishes back and forth. “Seems like you’re definitely in the mood, been wanting this eh?” Kage grinned feeling that fat cock throb against his own massive meat. “I’m not the only one, but it’s so much more fun savoring the experience like this.” His big paw grabbed Leleil’s shaft with his own, squeezing them as he slowly pumped them together. Letting the combined pre soak their fleshy rods. Leleil leaned back against the tree, letting the Pandawa pump his shaft, leaking a healthy blop of pre over Kage’s shaft. His tail went still, drool fell from his lips as his chest rose and fell faster and faster, the muscles in his thick purple legs tensing up as the soft paw stroked him tenderly. “D-Damn… magic Pandawa paws. Your goddess must be proud.” He licked the drool from his lips while thrusting his cock through those blue fingers. “She also gave me some magic lips too…” Kage murred as he pulled the Ecaflip back into a kiss, his tongue wrapping around the feline’s and suckling on it. His paw pumping faster on their cocks as his other paw went back to pinch and rub at on the bow meow’s perky nips. Leleil felt like he was on cloud nine, his guard completely down and lost in a sea of warmth and love. He licked at the Pandawa’s maw, snogging him hard and deep as his tubby belly pressed against Kage’s. His arms wrapped close around him, hips grinding and thrusting, the thick Ecaflip was definitely savoring every second of the embrace, snorting through his nose. Still ravaging Leleil’s mouth, Kageichi joined in his thrusts, pumping his cock in pace with the Ecaflip’s in his paw. His other blue paw releasing the nipple in its grasp with a teasing flick before it reached around between his purple asscheeks and began to push a thick finger inside his pucker. Egging Leleil on even more. He wrapped his paw around the Pandawa’s head, running his fingers through his fur as Kage played with every aspect of his tubby form. The demigod standing on the tips of his toes as the fat finger sinks into his tight little hole, tail standing straight up as it did. Leleil broke the kiss leaving only a trail of slobber connected to their lips, the passionate lip work they shared had seemingly left him breathless. “Ngh… fuck… easy back there ya Gobball Head. Been a while since I had any attention paid to my hide…” He says this, but a cheshire grin was shown on his face as he clenched against that finger. “O-Oh, sorry about that. No need to be calling me names ya know.” Kage gave a flirty wink as he pushes his finger deeper, wiggling around inside to tease the purple feline. “Still Leleil, you coulda told me that beforehand. How about ya turn around and I help get that back door of yours nice and oiled up?” He groaned feeling him ease that digit in further, feeling the tight confines of his innards clench around the finger. “Nhh… aight aight… just take it easy chef…” Leleil snorts, rolling his eyes with a coy smile, easing away from the finger until it was removed and turned around. Ecaflip must have been proud to have made a posterior such as his, Leleil’s voluptuous ass was something to behold, thick, round and firm, not to saggy and not to flat, it was in a sense, very fuckable. “Try not to make a mess ya hear?” “No promises on that one, even us chefs get hungry ya know?” Kage knelt down and spreads the thick cheeks open, revealing that winking pucker on full display. “And with a beauty of an ass like this, my appetite pretty much matches Lumiere’s.” He licked his lips and dove into Leleil’s burrow, running his tongue along that hole and slowly pushing his way inside. Leleil dug his claws into the tree, loving every second of the Pandawa’s treatment gasping and whining like an Ouqinak. “Hnngh damn! You really know what you’re doing back there huh? Yeah that’s it, get that tongue in there…” He reached back between his legs, pumping his thick fat log hissing in pure delight, pushing his fat purple ass against Kageichi’s muzzle and grinding himself along his face. The Pandawa pulled away from his hole just a moment and gave Leleil’s rump a light nibble. “I am a chef after all, and though not exactly similar… I’m very known for being good at tossing salad.” He licked his lips and dove back more hungrily than before, thrusting and drilling deeply as he tongue fucked the Ecaflip above him. Kageichi had a good view of the Ecaflip pumping his schlong, his thick balls wobbling each time his hand went up and down. Fapping away while the tongue was drilling his hole, slobbering it up good for what was to come, his tail would rub along the Pandawa’s head, flicking around while he grunted and groaned, hopefully not attracting anyone with how noisy he was getting. He could feel Leleil’s buttocks tighten up, clenching as it were the deeper his tongue dove into the enclosed space that was his sweet hole. “Damn! Hell yeah man!” The feline moaned in pleasure. Kageichi’s tongue fucked the sweet hole more, twirling his tongue around the warm walls and giving Leleil’s ass a teasing spank here and there. That moment he felt the time had come, he slowly pulled away looking at the wet and lubed hole before he stood behind the Ecaflip. Hotdogging his cock between his plush purple ass. “You ready for the real challenge? Cause this adventurer is ready to do some dungeon crawling.” The feline’s ear twitches, feeling the tongue leave and the cock arrive, flossing between his slobber coated cheeks. Leleil’s tail coiled around the Pandawa’s leg, placing a paw on the tree in front of him and biting his lower lip. “As I’ll ever be. I bet you finish before I do, if you do then next time I get your ass, we got a deal?” He looked back to his partner, pretty confident in his wager. “No deal on that one, Leleil.” Kage leaned in closer to the Ecaflip’s ear, tenderly kissing it as he aimed the head of his cock at the lubed hole. “What would be the point if I was gonna let ya top next time anyway?” He grinned and grunted as he began to push his fat Pandawa rod into that lubed entrance, luckly lubed enough for his head to pop in as the rest of his shaft went inch after inch. Leleil bellows, pushing his head against the tree as Kage went spelunking inside him. Digging his claws into the bark, the fur on his back standing on end, letting out some cute sounds the Pandawa didn’t think possible from the burly feline digging his toes into the dirt. “Nhh fuck you’re not playing fair big guy!” He arches his body, pushing his backside against Kageichi, smothering his crotch into his ass. “I can play fair when I wanna. But sometimes…” The Pandawa growled lustfully as his fur began to turn red as his big paw slapped at the purple ass. “I like to cheat and get to the good stuff!” He snarled as he rammed his cock deep into the Ecaflip’s ass, hitting him hard in all the right spots. The feline lets out a loud grunt, ears folding back as you he shoved in plunging his tight pucker, his ass clapping against Kage’s hips, his rump and thigh jiggling a tad from the impact. The tree shaking as well, evident by the leaves starting to fall here and there. Leleil roared out in pain and pleasure. “Fuck yeah! Fuck my hole panda boy!” “That’s the idea kitty cat!” Kage growled more, humping ferally into that plush purple ass, hammering his fat cock in and out as he gripped the Ecaflip’s schlong and stroked in pace with his thrusts. “I’ll make sure you enjoy this for the rest of this adventure!” “Damn! Damn it!” Leleil was trying to hold it in, lifting a leg off the ground as the bear hammered away at him. He’d lean back against him unaware his fur had changed color, his ass sandwiching his meat between his buns as he tried to squeeze him with his hole, adding to Kage’s pleasure. It was clear he was close, it was obvious to his sweating, his movements, his cock throbbing and pulsating in the Pandawa’s paws. The way the Ecaflip was squeezing on his cock, more eager for his load was a dead giveaway to Kageichi. Leleil was gonna blow, and with his paw moving faster on the feline’s cock he was gonna make sure of it. “Come on baby, time to shoot for daddy. Cum for daddy kage, shoot all over that tree… make a huge mess while he breeds you good!” He whispered lustfully into his lover’s ear as his hips went faster, pistoning into his ass. The rapid thrusts along with the dirty talk had brought Leleil to the brink. He lets out a deep growl unable to hold back, he began painting the tree in front of him with a white creamy glaze, plastering the ground and the blue paw around his shaft in warm spunk. “Hnnnnghh! FAWK YES!” The Ecaflip yelled during his orgasm, he leaned back against the Pandawa as he continued to spear at his hole. The Pandawa really put out now, ramming into Leleil like a beast even during his orgasm until he finally jumped off the edge and roared out. Hilting deep into the purple ass as it was bred full of thick hot cum. The Ecaflip groaned, slumping against the tree as he was filled to the brim, breathing hard and sweating, tugging his ass up and around the spewing meat pole. “Huff… huff… good thing you called off that bet… heh.” Kageichi grinned as he pulled the Ecaflip back against his belly, turning his head for another smoldering kiss that lasted only a few minutes before looking back into Leleil’s eyes. “Perhaps, but I’m sure by the time we do this again, you’ll be begging for more of this bamboo up your ass.” He teased making his semi hard cock throb in his well used hole. The Ecaflip suckled on his lips, grinning as he kept grinding into him. Panting against the bear’s lips. “Heheh, we’ll see.” Leleil said that in earnest fun, but after intense sex they just shared. He had to admit, he might see himself riding that thick bamboo often.

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littlemissmeggie · 8 years ago

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92 truths

i was tagged by @1dfourinfinity, @galeaya067, and @jjfrommn (who tagged me over at my main blog but i’m going to do it here) like a week and a half ago. sorry it’s taken so long! thank you all for tagging me!

Rules: Write 92 truths about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged.

what was your…

last drink: a cup of tea in my cute harry fanart mug

last phone call: ugh. i spent like 45 minutes on the phone with my internet provider yesterday setting up a time for a tech guy to come replace my modem.

last text message: “hahaha! there’s someone in my building/neighbourhood that’s ‘the west wing.’” talking about people’s wifi names because i just renamed mine “gryffindor tower” after the internet guy set up my new modem.

last song you listened to: “screen” by twenty one pilots

last time you cried: sunday night. my mom and i were telling my brother a story about the night we hit a deer and an owl within two miles of each other because he was only a few months old at the time. it’s a super weird, funny story and we were all laughing so hard we were crying. (the deer was fine. we brought the owl home and called a local animal rehab place and they came to take the owl the next day and then sent us a picture in the mail of the owl being released back to the wild.)

have you ever…

dated someone twice: kind of? i dated this kid john for a while and then we broke up because he was joining the army and then we got back together for like a month when he came back from boot camp and then we broke up again.

been cheated on: yes. by my first boyfriend with this girl who was a total bitch to me. 😒

kissed someone and regretted it: nope

lost someone special: well, my grandmother passed away about seven and a half years ago and that was tough because we were very close. my great uncle eddie, who was like a second grandfather, passed away a little over three years ago and that was tough too. i’ve also lost some good friends because i’m terrible at keeping in touch with people when i no longer see them regularly. and there’s a whole long story about my cousin, who was my best friend since we were babies until about a year and a half ago when he got married.

been depressed: yeah. i’ve had bouts of depression since my teens. i’ve been doing all right lately though.

in the past year have you…

made a new friend: i’ve made some friends here on tumblr, which is really awesome. i guess i made a few new “work friends” when i started at the country club last summer too, so that’s kind of cool.

fallen out of love: not in the past year.

laughed until you cried: pretty much any time i’m with my mom and my sister or we are texting in our group chat.

met someone who changed you: well, i like to think that everyone you meet changes you, sort of in the butterfly effect kind of way, so yes. i’ve met a lot of new people in the past year.

found out who your true friends are: i don’t feel like i’ve really had anything happen in the past year that would have proved who my “true friends” are.

kissed anyone on your followers/following: no

how many people on your tumblr do you know irl: i knew one of my mutuals long before tumblr was even a thing. other than that, i’ve met @1dfourinfinity and @narryintheam when we went to see niall on the today show in october. and there’s my group chat and @kirrylovesnarry who i’ve never met in real life but who i talk to all of the time.

do you want to change your name: the name on my birth certificate is not meggie and no, i won’t tell you what it actually is, but i’ve never been called by the name on my birth certificate except in situations where they’re only calling me by my legal name. my cousin mentioned above didn’t know my real name until we were 8. so, to answer the question, i would love to legally change my name to meggie but i think it would really hurt my mom’s feelings because it’s a family name.

what time did you wake up today: 7:43am

what were you doing at midnight last night: i was actually going to bed, which never happens that early.

name something you can’t wait for: summer

what is the one thing you wish you could change about your life: i just wish i had a bit more money because finances get a little tight in the winter with heat bills and fewer work hours since the country club closes for the winter and i’m only working part-time at my other job.

what are you listening to right now: my boyfriend talking to his friend on the phone. or like in general? because i’ve been on a twenty one pilots kick lately.

whats getting on your nerves right now: one of my cats is in heat right now and she keeps making this really annoying crying meow.

about me…

nicknames: meg, megs, megaleg, megapalooza, miss meg/miss meggie (hence my url), mugzi/mugz, and megatron by my family; pookie, pumpkin, and punky by my boyfriend.

relationship: i’ve been with my boyfriend for almost six and a half years.

zodiac sign: libra/scorpio. i’m born on the day it changes so some things list me as the last day of libra and others have me as the first day of scorpio. i used a calculator thing where you put in the time you were born and everything once and it said i was scorpio. if i’d been born, like, three hours earlier, it would have been libra. but i definitely have both libra and scorpio traits.

pronouns: she/her

favourite TV shows: breaking bad, buffy the vampire slayer, 3rd rock from the sun, it’s always sunny in philadelphia, the sopranos, arrested development, and the original csi.

school: i graduated from the culinary institute of america in may 2010.

hair colour: brown with natural reddish-blond streaks. i’ve never dyed it.

long or short hair: i wore my hair short (like, super short) from the age of 7 to about 23 and then i grew it out really long. i cut it chin-length and donated it almost two years ago and realised i like it better long now. weird how life changes.

do I have a crush on someone: does my boyfriend count?

what do you like about yourself: i’m smart and funny, in an odd way. i’m talented, though most of them are wasted talents. i’m very good at my jobs and i’m a hard worker. i’m nice. i’m a strong person; i’ve been through a lot of shitty things in my life but i’m still here and i try to learn and grow from the shitty things as much as i can.

firsts…

first surgery ever: i had two hernias removed when i was, like, 3.

first piercing: i don’t have any piercings.

first sport you joined: my parents signed me up for kiddie soccer when i was maybe 4 because they wanted me to make new friends other than my cousin zak. i cried on the second day because i hated it so much.

first vacation: probably rehoboth beach, delaware. family tradition from when my mom was maybe 6 years old until my parents got divorced fifteen years ago.

first pair of trainers/sneakers: i’m 29. i don’t remember my first pair of sneakers. probably just white keds or something.

right now…

eating: nothing but my boyfriend’s making dinner right now.

drinking: water and tea now

listening to: my boyfriend making dinner

waiting for: dinner. i’m starving.

wanting kids: not really, unless my boyfriend really wants kids someday. i’m not a very maternal person.

career: i’m an assistant at cooking classes, though i’m going to apply for a position as an instructor. during the summer/early fall, i also work as the sous chef at the country club in my town.

romantic stuff…

lips or eyes: eyes probably.

hugs or kisses: um, kisses i guess. i don’t really like hugging people. i guess i hug my boyfriend in a romantic way though, if that makes sense? i just don’t really like hugging.

shorter or taller: taller. my boyfriend’s 6′. i dated a guy who was 6′3″ for a while, which was funny to see because i’m only 5′.

older or younger: i’ve almost always dated guys who were at least a year older than me. my boyfriend is twelve years older than me. my second longest relationship, though, was with a guy who was three years younger than me.

romantic or spontaneous: can’t you be both?

sensitive or loud: both? i’m not an overly sensitive person…

hookup or relationship: relationship

troublemaker or hesitant: i’m not sure how those are really opposites so i’m not sure how to answer. just someone who’s not boring but doesn’t get into trouble with the law, i guess?

have you ever…

kissed a stranger: no

drank hard liquor: i like whiskey and gin though i don’t drink often.

lost glasses or contacts: i don’t wear glasses or contacts, so no.

been arrested: no

turned someone down: yes

cried when someone died: obviously. i may not be overly sensitive but i still cry when people die.

fallen for a friend: yes. i was in love with my best friend for a while.

do you believe…

in yourself: usually. i’ll go through a period of, like, two days where i’m all down on myself and then i realise i’m actually pretty cool.

miracles: yes

love at first sight: infatuation, maybe. love, no.

santa claus: i did when i was a kid. i no longer do, though.

kiss on the first date: depends on the person and how the date goes.

i’m not tagging anyone because i just tagged a bunch of people in another thing, but do this if you’d like to and tag me so i can see it!

#meggie talks #about me #tag thingy

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