#holy shhhhh i made it! had such a long day

[keirawantstocry]

Hi it me 💋anon. once agin your writing is So Edible!!! All the kisses, just simply all of them. <3 keeping it vaguely short. I see youre on a pacbo kick and I would like to propose-

Tubbo in a dress. Sunny just reeeeaaalllyyy wanted her pa to wear a dress, who is he to deny her? Maybe she also wanted to practice doing hair (I know his hairs reals hort now shhhhh). I think pac would buffer :]

Hope youre having a good day!

hey darling, kisses for you.

and also yes this is the exact dress that i bought while thrifting today

Tubbo never really cared too much about the clothes he was wearing. As long as he was able to work he liked it. There had definitely been some hesitancy in the beginning when his lovely daughter handed the gift to him with big eyes. 

But how could he say no to her? 

She laughed, clapping her hands together as he pulled down his outer layers to be able to slip on the dress she bought for him all by herself. 

It was truly a beautiful dress. A peachy pink with little flower-like ruffles all over the skirt, top, and sleeves. It fell to lower thigh and swished nicely. Tubbo was honestly surprised by the amount of movement it provided. The top was a bit tighter, coming in right under his bust and flowing outwards from there. The sleeves were flowy as well allowing easy access for him to use his arms. 

“You can be a princess like me now, Pa!” she signed, jumping around excitedly. 

He smiled fondly at her and patted her head. “Yes, poppet. Thank you so much. I appreciate it.” 

Sunny smiled a toothy grin up at him and his heart absolutely melted. He was so lucky to have her. 

A slam of a door startled them both. “Oi!” called out a familiar voice and Tubbo froze while Sunny bounded towards the voice. “Pai Pac!” 

“Hi Sunnyyy,” he cooed, before looking up and catching Tubbo's gaze. “Oh. Tubbo.” 

Tubbo squirmed under the fire of his eyes. 

“It was from Sunny,” he rushed to explain. So don't say it's ugly, he silently pleaded. 

Pac turned to Sunny and put his hands on their tiny face. “Sunny, você é um gênio.” 

Sunny smiled wide, her eyes glittering as Tubbo tried to catch the rush of translated words. 

“What?” 

Pac stood up and came over into Tubbo's space, grabbing his face in the same way as he did to Sunny. “You look stunning.” 

Tubbo flushed. “Seriously?” 

Pac nodded furiously. “Sim!” His eyes ran down his body in a way that felt so reverent. Like he was something holy to be admired. 

It made Tubbo feel dizzy. 

“Thanks, boss.” 

“Of course,” Pac said with a smile as he rubbed his thumbs over Tubbo's cheeks. 

Gayass, Tubbo thought as he swallowed hard in his throat. He wasn't quite sure if he was talking about himself or Pac. In his dizzy state he couldn't bring himself to care. All he could do was lean into Pac's hands and give him a smile. 

“I'll wear it more then.” 

[weirdlet]

Alain Starfel, Alastair reborn, has a purpose to balance against the forces of the cult of Talos, McCoul the death god, the path of enlightenment, the knights of dust, and the cult of Undar, which is made of giants. Alastair proper is locked in the afterlife until such times as that purpose is fulfilled.

Maeve the paladin can tell he's not evil or undead, but he's been touched by an angel. Zone of truth, gladly accepted- Alain is willfully truthful. He's trying to balance the scales against chaos and anarchy. The knights have lost their way- the giants are a mechanization of chaos that will just spread problems. McCoul is a sinister dark organization, and Talos is generally neutral, but have taken on a problematic mission.

Glory's take on all this: "Will there be unclaimed properties of a valuable nature along the way?"

"Most likely."

"Then we're good to go!" It's going to take some heavy cash to achieve Glory's life goals, so as much as he will fight for right and justice (shhhhh) he's very much about reward for risk.

Maeve gains a mastiff named Iris, and Sorianna Ravenleaf walks off in disgust from the fact that her beloved has been replaced by- this. We find her drinking in a tavern, ignoring half a dozen men flexing for her, and we plunk down on either side of her.

"Want me to punch 'em for ya?"

"Nah, I found what I was looking for. We can leave," she says, closing her book.

Phillip has decided on retiring (his player now playing Alain, whose former player is now playing Ravenleaf), and as we head towards the town we last saved, he's intent on spending time with his wife and remaining limbs. We walk for most of the day, before coming upon a screaming storm of blackbirds- speaking in a language that none of us know. They fly off before comprehend languages can take effect, so Ravenleaf sends her crow familiar off after them.

'Make way, sinners, the knights of Helm approach, they land just over the horizon at a ruined keep'

Alain says that these knights are not true- Helm left them long ago for their brutality, and Bane has slipped in to empower them. There's about fifty of them- they had been following Maeve by about three days. As we go along, we find a crumbling keep where we theorize these fuckers are. Glory scouts the air, the dog slips in the unlocked doors, and Trinidad tears one of the gates off its hinges because he didn't expect it to be unlocked. There's a tower with a hole in the roof, a flock of ravens and non-kenku raven men, and the dog reports smelling men and birds and mostly women, and barks in alarm.

There's a pot of coffee that's hot in one of the empty tents. Having barred the doors behind us, the armored ladies approaching can't get through the gate. Ravenleaf, with her comprehend languages, repeats what the blackbirds had and tries to see if it gets a response. "Why are you warning all of the area?" "We are were-ravens and these others are our heralds, and Helm would warn folks for these are followers of Bane." Maeve thinks the were-ravens are possibly touched by the gods- but that the warriors outside are holy warriors by their own thought, but with an ominous bell toll that indicates they have lost their way.

The ravens extract an oath to the good gods that we will stand for valor this day, and Soriana announces to the Dust Knight Squire peeking around the crumbling wall that servants of Bane have no place here. Fireball starts things off with a bang, and the battle commences. They're trying to beat down the gate, but Trinidad is too strong for them and holds the line. There's armed and armored knights everywhere, and we get a look at Alain's shiny new powers, making knives of smoke and kicking ass while the ravens fly about and make things difficult for the deluded Helmites that have allowed Bane into their hearts.

Eventually some of the knights finally burst through the gates as we are fighting the ones who've slipped around to other entrances, whittling down their numbers- the dust sentinels/ravenfolk are waiting for them.

Swashbuckling shenanigans ensue. Glory's fighting knights on stairs. There's a fireball. There's a program we're using that does sound effects, and if you've never heard the Wilhelm Scream in chorus, you're missing something in life.

The were-ravens say to us- the paladins are still at large and they are most dangerous. The men-at-arms are scouting the area, demanding taxes from the little villages in the name of Helm and putting to sword anyone showing taint or imagined future taint of evil. We decide, on advice of the ravens, to fortify this place against the men-at-arms and send them with Glory to scout. The scouts and ment at arms are reported to be about an hour away, ~25 men.

We plan some pretty neat traps- deadfall trap, murderholes, oil the drawbridge, and Glory lockpicks the secret door so that it will never open again. We're waiting for the men at arms, and they don't arrive at the time we expect them- the ravens scout out and say the men at arms are waiting at a fork in the road, and farther away the knights are marching to meet them, and they'll likely meet up in about three or four hours.

4 squires, 25 men at arms, and 5 knights/paladins.

The weres say they were servants of the raven queen- they angered her, and were cursed to work for three different other gods on loan. They're pretty sure we're all about to die.

Tune in next week for heavy shenanigans!

[suga-ssi]

D-5 Countdown to #SugaDay: Favorite Lyrics!!

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 310: A Tale of Two Kacchans

Previously on BnHA: Flashback!Deku was all, “hey, you know what sounds like a good decision? Abandoning my studies at the safest place in the country so that the bad guy who wants to find me and kill me has literally nothing standing in his way of doing that.” All Might was all, “I fucking knew you were going to say some bullshit like that so whatever, but I’M COMING WITH YOU and I’m also going to invite the Hawksquad to come with us, mostly so that I can steal Jeanist’s car.” Jeanist was all, “okay fine you can borrow my car, All Might, but only if you wear jeans.” All Might was all, “okay sure” and he wore jeans and also sunglasses and a leather jacket and it was pretty rad. Anyway so now they’re out there fighting crime and hunting down the LoV and stuff, and absolutely none of it is going to end well, I’m just letting you know now. But I guess we’ll let them enjoy it while it lasts.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “happy belated Kacchan’s Birthday makeste, here’s the flashback you really wanted at long last,” and proceeds to pull the old vestige flashback out of the kitchen drawer and upend its contents all over my Friday afternoon without the slightest bit of warning. OFA III is all “WHAT’S UP I’M JUST SOME GUY, HELLO,” and okay?? Hello yourself. OFA II, on the other hand, is all, “okay yeah I have different hair and stuff, but I’m like 98% sure I’m either Bakugou or his goddamn twin, I mean look at me.” Which, yeah. I looked, and he really is though you guys. Anyway though, so he and OFA II basically just showed up in the First (who goes by Yoichi now)’s prison cell one day all “HEY THERE, WE’RE HERE TO SAVE YOU, APPARENTLY, ALTHOUGH WE SEEM REAL CONFUSED ABOUT IT TBH BUT HEY.” And so they saved him, and Yoichi was all “hey nice to meet you do you want to join my super-exclusive Saving The World Club”, and so they did, and then the chapter ended lol. I would have said yes too.

oh my sweet lord?? I didn’t realize we were getting a color page this week, but LOOK AT THIS

this could have been a fucking volume cover. I’m almost mad that it wasn’t, lol but I mean fkldjslklk just look at it??! Horikoshi out here spoiling us and making sure we’re well fed since next week the manga is on break for Golden Week. well this will certainly help to tide me over. hot damn look at those colors

so now it’s raining on some dumb building in the middle of somewhere

is this where the Hawksquad has set up camp for the night? or are we actually cutting back to the League? that’d be unexpected (but not unwelcome)

ffff nevermind dammit it’s just more random citizens under attack

feels like this is the third or fourth scene we’ve had of civilians being Under Attack since this arc started. I mean no offense, but I think we get it by this point. it’s the end times, etc. etc. we’re well aware that things have gone to shit

so apparently these two guys are facing off against a girl with a mutant quirk. and she’s telling them that she’s not a monster and she was just scared, oh shit. I believe her btw, you can see it in her face

but these assholes don’t believe her at all and they’re pointing what looks to be some type of support item gun at her

you know what’s interesting, is that this kind of random quirk discrimination is the exact kind of thing PLF and the like were swearing up and down they’d put a stop to with their glorious revolution. it’s almost like those guys were completely full of shit. huh

so yeah, fortunately for this woman someone is stepping in and intervening before she can be blasted to bits by this trigger-happy asshole for absolutely no fucking reason

looks like a hero actually stepped in and saved her?? but no that can’t be, heroes are the ones that ruin everything and make everything worse, or so I understand. lol where did all of this sarcasm come from out of nowhere dlkdsjlk I’m sorry guys I just suddenly got swept up in the hypocrisy of certain people’s philosophies out of the blue idek

anyway so it is of course Deku saving her, and now he’s trying to talk thess jerks down all diplomatically instead of just kicking their asses, which is certainly a choice

MOTHERFUCKER I’M

fucking impossible to miss the real world parallels here. shit. this woman nearly died for her crime of Walking While Having A Mutant Quirk huh. and meanwhile Deku is just letting this guy scurry away and even letting him keep that fucking bazooka of his, like, ????

fucking hell she’s crying!!

lmao this chapter is actively trying to make me mad now huh. that’s some genuine righteous anger I’m feeling on behalf of this fictional ferret lady whom I only met two minutes ago. girl you are not the one who needs to explain herself here!! you didn’t do anything wrong holy fuck. everything about this situation sucks so much

fkKJKLMMMHFGH

“I’m sorry I made you upset, please enjoy this panel of tiny!floating!Deku hefting this lady’s massive beach umbrella up for her like the fucking gentleman he is” well okay then thank you sir

and JUST LIKE THAT the tension is broken and I’m entirely incapable of taking the rest of this conversation seriously because Deku’s trying to be all calming and authoritative, but now the illusion has been broken because I know he only comes up to like her knees

“well thanks again for saving me young man. I’ll leave you to it, I’m sure you’ve got more important things to do like protecting your Lucky Charms cereal from all those greedy children”

oh hey All Might

you wouldn’t have just let that guy with the bazooka just walk away to commit more attempted murders would you?? man

OH MY GOD DEKU IS IMMEDIATELY DITCHING HIM AGAIN

I ~CANNOT STAY HERE~ oh, well, sorry to keep you detained I know you’re busy

dfslkjlk oh my god

fucking told you Deku didn’t pack any food lol. it’s literally all notebooks in that bag you guys. he couldn’t just leave them all in his dorm room when he left, because what if someone tried to read them and came across one of the pages where he absentmindedly doodled Kacchan’s name surrounded by little tiny hearts oh gosh

AWWWWW

I needed this Horikoshi. thank you for this wholesome soul-cleansing interaction after all of that bullshit earlier

so now Deku’s climbing up this tall building to eat his lunchbox more dramatically. Tokoyami would be proud

and Banjou is saying that society right now is just like in The Good Old Days (read: bad old days) when quirk society was even more of a mess than it is now

which is exactly how AFO likes it, no doubt

so now Deku’s having a whole conversation with Banjou seemingly out loud lol, weird. and he’s basically saying that they don’t have any clues as to where TomurAFO and the League are hiding right now, and none of the Tartarus escapees they’ve found knew anything either

mmmmmfmhm, marge simpson noises

but you think you can?? you, alone, by yourself?? you think you stand a chance?? I just need you to think this all through a bit more kid

Deku it is NOT JUST YOUR RESPONSIBILITY ALONE, PLEASE REALIZE THIS ALREADY. YOU MAY BE THE CHOSEN ONE, BUT EVEN THE CHOSEN ONE NEEDS HIS FRIENDS BY HIS SIDE GODDAMMIT

and of course my pleading is all in vain, because he’s a fictional character who can’t fucking hear me, and also because I’m pretty sure there’s only one character who is going to actually be able to get him to hear reason here. I’ve been saying it, and I’ll keep saying it lol. so until then I guess I’ll just have to be patient

anyway so it appears we’re segueing into another flashback??? HORIKOSHI PLEASE GIVE ME SOME BAKUCRUMBS BEFORE THE TWO WEEK BREAK, I BEG YOU

dlKSDJLFKWJELKGHSLGKLEKJLFKHLGK

YES, THANK YOU, I KNOW WHERE THIS FUCKING IS LOL, IT’S NOT LIKE I’VE BEEN OBSESSED WITH FINDING OUT WHAT HAPPENS IN THE REST OF THIS SCENE OR ANYTHING LMAO. BUT ANYWAYS DON’T MIND ME, YOU WERE SAYING??

oh my god oh my god I’m not readyyyyy, but also FUCK YEAH I AM SO FUCKING READY LOL LET’S DO THIS

YOU GUYS

I’M ABOUT TO STEP IN THAT ROOM AND YEET ONE OF THOSE FUCKING CHAIRS AT YOU ALL

NOOOOO

I’M ABOUT TO GRAB BANJOU’S GOGGLES AND STRETCH THEM OUT AND SNAP THEM BACK SO THEY SMACK THE SHIT OUT OF HIS FOREHEAD!!! IT’S WHAT HE DESERVES!!! I’M ABOUT TO MOVE TO JAPAN AND GET A JOB WITH DOORDASH AND FIND OUT WHAT HORIKOSHI LIKES TO ORDER FOR LUNCH SO I CAN BE THE ONE TO DELIVER IT SO THAT WHEN HE OPENS THE DOOR I CAN FINALLY ASK HIM “HEY WHAT THE FUCK” IN PERSON

AHHH NO EVERYBODY SHHHHH STOP TALKING!!!!

SOMEONE PLEASE TELL THAT PERSON SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF THEIR LUNGS IN THE BACKGROUND TO SHUT THE FUCK UP, OH WAIT, THAT’S ME

(」゜ロ゜)」 щ(゜ロ゜щ)

LOL THIS FUCKING ASSHOLE!!! LOOK AT YOU!!! YOU’RE NOT KIRISHIMA OR SHINSOU OR IIDA IN A WIG OR ANYBODY LOL. YOU’RE JUST A DUDE. BROOOOO ABOUT FUCKING TIME, WHAT’S GOOD

I CAN’T SCROLL DOWN AHHHH BUT I HAVE TO BUT IT’S TOO INTENSE AHHHHHHH

I CAN SEE THE TOP OF HIS SPIKY HEAD, IT’S FINALLY THAT TIME AHHHHHHHH OKAY I’M GONNA DO IT HERE GOES

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

IT’S HIM. IT FUCKING REALLY FUCKIGN IS HIM OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. WHY AM I SO SHOCKED LMAO I’M THE ONE WHO’S BEEN SAYING THIS THE WHOLE DAMN TIME LMAO. OH GOD. O H MY FUCKING GOD

well okay then sir. so are you an ~ancestor~ or a Kacchan from another timeline or so what’s your deal then

YOICHI WHO IS YOICHI

YOICHI ALWAYS KNOWS WHAT’S UP. LMAO WHO IS YOICHI

(ETA: I’m going to punch myself in the face lmao. he’s Yoichi. he, the First. that’s his name. name reveal at long last what what!!)

MORE IMPORTANTLY SHOULD I BE IMAGINING NOBU’S VOICE RIGHT NOW BECAUSE LMAO I AM ANYWAY BUT YEAH

(ETA: I actually think he’s going to end up being voiced by Nobuhiko whether he ends up being Kacchan or not, just because it fits right in with the general “identical in almost every way” aesthetic he’s got going on.)

TUMBLR HOW WE LIKING OUR ANGSTY ALTERNATE UNIVERSE KACCHAN?? EVERYONE HATED YOU SO MUCH BEFORE THEY EVEN MET YOU, BUT THEY FORGOT TO CONSIDER THE POSSIBILITY THAT YOU MIGHT BE HOT LMAO WHAT A TWIST

“some bright-eyed brat” oh come on. IT’S GOTTA BE HIM LOL

oh my god you all are probably TIRED AS FUCK of all my screaming but I’M SORRY IMMA HAVE TO DO IT ONE LAST TIME BECAUSE...

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

that face. that expression!! THE FACT THAT HE’S OUT HERE OPENING DOORS WITH HIS FEET, LIKE HOLY SHIT!! JUST ADMIT THE JIG IS UP ALREADY

and so they really are the ones who busted First out of his jail cell huh

so how did they know you were in the room?? why did they come and break you out?? and how, pray tell, did they know to get you to transfer OFA to them?? hmmmMMMMMMMM

oh MY GOD

you guys. oh my god. it’s too much. every last bit of it lines up exactly with the Bakuverse theory sdkjfj I’m short-circuiting. it’s really fucking happening oh my lord

HELLO SEXY ALTERNATE UNIVERSE KACCHAN WITH HIS SEXY FUCKING SCAR, FUCK YEAH WE REALLY ARE EATING GOOD THIS CHAPTER

HELL YEAH WE’RE GOING. WE’RE GOING FULL SPEED YOU GUYS. LMAO I’M SO FUCKING HYPED RIGHT NOW I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF WEFKJLDKFFFF

SO, EVERYONE, LET’S RECAP. -- ACTUALLY NO, I STARTED TO WRITE UP A LIST, BUT I IMMEDIATELY REALIZED IT REALLY JUST NEEDS TO GO IN ITS OWN THREAD. SO I MADE IT AND POSTED IT, AND NOW I’M FINISHING UP THIS HOT MESS OF A RECAP POST. SO NOW WE’RE BACK TO THIS ONE FINAL PANEL OF DEKU EATING HIS KATSU ALL SERIOUS

YES SIR. YES SIR, WE GOING, FULL SPEED AHEAD, WHATEVER, IDK WTF IS HAPPENING BUT YES!!

lol, anyways so as I said in my other post, mysterious sexy guys with tragic pasts are what bring us together as a fandom, so whatever your thoughts are on the rest of it, let’s just rejoice in that. it’s what we deserve

[shugojima]

Akaashi Keiji🍋♀️ Pt. 2

There you go with part 2!

It's not as long as the first one but I liked the ending so I thought, fuck it.. imma do three parts.

Enjoy thirsty peeps!

♡︎

"Shhhhh, little girl... Do you hear that?" Slowly thrusting in and out of you, the two of you listened to the squelching sounds of his thick, veiny cock pushing inside your soaking little pussy.

His black locks sticking to his forehead due to little drops of sweat that ran over his face. He made you aware of everything surrounding you. Not wanting you to miss out an any oh so quiet sound or emotion that you, until this day, always had "overfucked".

The intensity that he put your feelings through was overwhelming to the point you thought you were going to faint.

He caught you off guard when he suddenly grabbed your hips and turned you around on your knees, his touch much more rough than before.

Slapping your ass hard once he forced you out of the emotional high, you had just started to love so much, before he thrusted hard inside. You didn't like the game change. Not at all...

"Keiji! What... are you... nghhh fuck!" Grabbing a fist of your hair, pulling your head back, he forced you too look up to him.

Holy shit.

He could play the counterpart just as good...

How perfect do you want to be?

Keiji: "Yes."

"What now, bitch? You said you wanted to get your guts rearranged if I remember well, hm? You're not complaining now, are you?" he mockingly asked, only wanting to hear it our of your lying mouth. The ressurance that he was right with everything he told you a few hours ago, back in the bar.

Still thrusting hard, pace way too fast, you tried your best to answer properly.

"I- please... I liked it... more nghh FUCK!" He smiled knowing exactly what you were trying to tell him. Something like "I liked it more when you treated me like a Lady." or "Slow down, it felt better the other way." But Keiji is a patient man with manners, so sure thing he waited for you to finish your scentence.

Also, he'd lie if he'd say he didn't like the begging Y/n a little.

"KEIJI!! NOT LIKE... not like this...nghh PLEASE!!"

"So basically... what you're saying is that you liked it better when I fucked you slow and sensual? Is that right?" he smirked when you just nodded eagerly and he softly kissed your stretched neck.

"What a surprise..."

Completely switching personalities, he softly pushed you more down onto the sheets. Laying flat on them now, he took your hips and pulled you up on his lap. Your head half buried in the sheets, he pulled you onto his length and started moving slowly again before you felt his warm spit running down between your cheeks.

Slowly sliding his slender index finger along, smearing it on your other hole. "I.. I don't like it back there..." you said making him chuckle deeply.

"Does that realization have the same weight to it than the one, that you only like being treated like a whore?"

Fuck this man.

For real. But he had a point.

You didn't know what to answer so you just kept your mouth shut and went along with it. "That's what I thought."

Carefully pushing his finger inside, you whined a little. You really didn't like the feeling.

As soon as your little whole was slightly stretched around his single digit, he inserted another and curled them inside you, pushing against his moving cock, through the thin wall that seperated both your holes.

And yet again, you were proven wrong.

That, right here was absolutely overwhelming. You felt like every senseless fuck you've put yourself through during the last months was NOTHING compared to this. The heaven you felt with this man made you question everything.

Loud moans leaving your throat as he stimulated you to the maximum.

His thick, slightly curved cock hitting your sweet spot perfectly with every deep thrust and his balls repeadetly slapped against your sensitive clit.

Feeling your high approach, your walls starting to clench around him, you quickly moved off his length and left him confused.

Turning around you kneeled before him and took in the sight of the rediculously hot man infront on you. Drops of sweat dripping down his abs and his chin, his glasses steamy and a little off place, when you took them off his nose.

"Let me give you something back, Keiji..." you whispered as you breathed heavily along the thin trail of trimmed, black hair above his cock.

You swirled your tongue around his pink tip, making him moan slightly.

Lowering your head down onto his throbbing cock, you made sure to maintain eye contact. Bobbing your head up and down, he threw his head back and unintentionally pushed himself deeper down, hitting the back of your throat when you felt him twitching inside.

"Fuck. Y/n... it feels so.. nghh so good..." he gasped as his hand ran through your (h/c) locks. Not pushing you further, just wanting to feel you.

You smiled onto his length, happy that you were able to show him your deep gratitude. Because that's what you felt... Deep, honest gratitude for making you feel a way, no one was ever able to. For showing you how it's done correctly. This only had one negative thing to it...

You would never be able to enjoy it the hard way again.

[aetheternity]

Ok, but if you had to pick ~Aot x Y/N

"How exactly are we gonna get into Levi's office?" Sasha asks

"Maybe we should go through the window?” Mikasa replies

"Or.. we don't play ninja and just use the door. This is around the time he heads to the kitchen to get his nightly tea anyway." Ymir remarks heading through the hallway ahead of everyone.

"How exactly do you know that?" You ask, mouth slightly agape.

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you." Ymir replies to which Sasha snickers, elbowing you in the stomach as you all walk down the hall. "Why're you laughing? I'm not kidding."

The hallway is dimly lit aside from the candles placed on either sides in their individual holders. Whispers of conversation float to your ears as you follow Mikasa with Sasha practically clinging to your back and Historia and Ymir just behind her. Mikasa stops in her steps gesturing to you as you all finally stop in front of Levi’s door. 

“Well, go in.” She points 

“By myself?!” You squeak 

“Ugh, move.” Ymir pushes past you opening Levi’s door with zero hesitation. 

“Ymir!” Historia grunts following 

Sasha is the last one to enter behind you. Her fingers still hooked into your sleep shirt. Ymir gestures to the empty office with widespread arms and a look of ‘I told you so’ plastered onto her face. 

“Great! Grab your rose and let’s go.” Sasha pushes 

“Where is it?” You gesture to the brown couch in the corner of his office. “I remember leaving it here.” 

“Shouldn’t someone be keeping look out?” Historia asks 

“Mm, is this it?” Ymir points to a long stemmed rose slightly hunched over in a clear small vase in the window sill. 

“I’d assume, unless someone was giving Levi roses.” Before you’d even realized you were doing it your eyebrows scrunched. 

“Ooooo is someone jealous?” Sasha cooed with a giggle 

“I thought you weren’t into Levi.” Historia replied 

“Hey, what’re you all doing in here?” 

You grumbled out some words before plucking the rose on the window sill from Levi’s vase. “I needed this back.” You held the rose up for him to see. “Please don’t punish the others it was my idea. I just need to figure out who gave me this so I can return it to them.” 

“Captain’s here.” Mikasa announced 

"Congratulations you're the worst look out ever." Ymir huffed

Levi let out a deep sigh, stride short as he walked his way to the middle of the room. “The rose is where it belongs then.” Without another word Levi made his way over to his desk plopping into his chair and placing his tea cup next to his paperwork. “And if you all want to escape extra cleaning duties for breaking into my office you’ll leave now.” 

Without another word Mikasa snatched Sasha from where she’d been holding onto your waist followed by Ymir and Historia who didn’t hesitate to march right out the door. 

“Goodnight Captain.” You weren’t too surprised that he didn’t reply back as you shut his large wooden door behind you quickly met with six pairs of wide eyes and Ymir who looked thoroughly done with tonight. 

“It was him!” Historia bounces with delight, lips parted into the letter O.

“Captain understands romance??” 

“Can we please go?” You huff pushing past all the girls already ready to plop into your bed and go to sleep. 

“One down four to go.” Ymir snorted 

“When’s Armin gonna confess?” Sasha chimed in 

“Maybe you should just tell him you know, it might help get the ball rolling.” Mikasa said 

“Yeah but won’t he be embarrassed?” Historia asked 

“Does he seriously think he’s been subtle enough this whole time that everyone in the entire survey corps hasn’t figured it out yet?” Ymir questioned 

You turned in your stride, “Ok that’s it. For the rest of the night please no more boy talk.” 

Everyone looked to each other before nodding in silent agreement. “It’s about time this topic has never interested me anyway.” Ymir said quickly walking ahead of everyone.

~~~~

"They were that worried?? It's been two days."

Mikasa shrugged, "Yesterday he passed out because I mentioned your name in conversation, honestly I don't think he's ready to confess yet."

"I'll be honest I'm not ready to hear it yet." You groaned. Mikasa's eyes narrowed and you shook your head. "I'm not gonna hurt him! It's just.. letting the other guys down would be way easier.."

"So you've already told Eren, Jean and Connie no?"

"By tell them no-" Mikasa let out a long sigh. "Yeah, yeah I know."

Mikasa crossed her arms against her chest, "Are you sure this isn't just you liking the attention?"

Your lips popped open before shutting again only to repeat the same action a couple more times. Mikasa's smile making your face warm. When you pout she let's loose a little giggle.

"Just let me go see Armin."

"I'm right here if you need me."

"Mm." You pushed the door in making your way to the stool sat directly next to Armin's bed.

The open window let in a cooling breeze that made the soft white curtains flutter. The trees outside swaying in unison to the comforting air as you looked over at Armin. Unsurprisingly his cheeks already had a delicate pink coloring to them from the moment you sat down.

"Hey, how're you doing?" You scooted your seat closer contemplating reaching out for his arm but ultimately decided not to.

He didn't make eye contact but his voice was timid as it exited his mouth. "I'm doing better."

"Are you mad at me?"

The bed creaked under Armin's weight as he slid his body up till his back was flat against the headboard. When his blue irises fell on your eyes you felt a tinge of warmth spread in your stomach. The corners of his lips lightly raised.

"I don't think I could ever be mad at you." He admitted, playing with the tips of his fingers.

"That's good." You exhaled with relief

"I'm guessing you know.." This time when you look up at him you're met with his side profile. Gorgeous blond lashes flush over his cheeks. "It's ok. I don't know who told you but I hope this doesn't put unnecessary pressure on you, I know Eren likes you too."

A partial cough/chuckle/scoff leaves your lips and his head darts over to you.

"And Jean and Connie.... Captain Levi.."

"The Captain too!'

"Shhhhh!" You reach out for his shoulders. "Wait, nevermind no one's gonna hear you." You huff, slumping back in your chair. "I don't know what I'm gonna do." You stood walking to the other end of the room to place your hand on the wall.

"Well.. who do you want?" Armin's fingers came up to twist in his short sleeved white tee.

"See that's the real problem." You walk all the way back, stride short judging by the way Armin slinks back against his pillow. "I already hurt the Captain and I didn't even have time to properly think over his confession."

"Do you think of him that way?"

"I don't know how I think of him."

"And Eren?"

"Gave me this." You point to the piece of jewelry you're still sporting from Eren the green perfectly cascading with the light from the open window. Almost missing the small twitch of Armin's nostrils.

"Jean? Connie?"

"The sweetest guys i've ever met.."

Armin's chuckle is faint almost inaudible as he shifts his body turning to properly face you. "So, when are you going to tell them you like me?"

The motion you'd done in the hall with your lips makes a reappearance now. "I-i'm sorry wha-" Your voice comes out dry and choked.

"You really don't remember the night we kissed do you?"

"What?"

Armin sighs crossing his hands against his knees. "The night we all got drunk. You woke up the next morning and you told me you didn't remember a thing so I didn't say a word. But that night before everyone passed out you jumped into my arms and kissed me."

Before you could say a word the door to the infirmary slammed open. Sasha, Historia and Mikasa all stood deadly still with wide eyes.

"What!" Was the first thing to leave Sasha's mouth.

"You kissed Armin!" Historia squealed "Holy sh-"

"That's not royalty language." Mikasa silenced her.

You grunted turning back to Armin. "How- Why- When?.."

"That night you'd gone on and on about your parents. I'd only drunk a couple beers and everyone else including you was drunk off their ass. At some point you left me to go throw up or something and then you came back, ran into my arms and kissed me."

"Holy sh-" Sasha started immediately cut off by Mikasa's hand slapping over her mouth.

"I just don't think you should curse." Mikasa explained

"There has to be more to this story." Historia replied "Did anyone else see this happening?"

"It was just us in the room." Armin said

"I- I'm sorry Armin.." Your heels clicked over the tiled floor as you walked your way out of the infirmary closing the door.

[splintergirl13]

hello! i know you said that you like song recommendations so here's my list for fluff pining and stupidity! most of them are just herobrine songs but shhhhh

- we have it all by pim stones

- atlantis by seafret

- icarus by bastille

- achilles come down by gang of youths

- fire and fury by skillet

- king by laruen aquilina

- fire on fire by sam smith

---

OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY LOL I have absolutely no idea how long this has been in my inbox sorry Tumblr mobile ate this!! Lol it's so weird I checked my inbox because I got a p0rn bot notification that I had to go block and report and saw this sitting there like OH NO OH NOOOO

But seriously these songs made my day better so it was almost like a random gift to find today hahaha

Okay let's get into it.

Seriously my personal Playlist is 90% just herobrine songs so I understand

We have it all - love the vibe very good. Good aetherian monster song

Atlantis - AHHHHHHHHHHHHH Girl we do be dancing alone at home right now to this. This goes hard and doesn't stop. Ugh I'm filled with emotions. They can save it I swear they just need to work at it ahhhh

Icarus - gotta say bastille I'm hit or miss with just because it's one of the bands that they over played back when I would listen to the radio lol. But this one I enjoyed! :)

Achilles come down - this one gave me such nostalgia my friend made a Playlist for me and this was one of the songs. Very beautiful. Takes your breath away. Should be required for everyone to hear

Fire and fury - this is on my normal daily Playlist so I wholeheartedly agree lol. Fun fact I used to do that YouTube 2 player thing and play circus for a psycho along side gods don't die 2. It works lol

King - herobrine redemption and healing arch my beloved

Fire on fire - idk why in my gut I knew this was going to be my favorite of the songs. And I was somehow right, holy shit this slap

Thank you for the lovely songs I greatly appreciate them all and you ❤❤❤

[your-nerd-is-showing]

Attack on Titan Omegaverse fanfiction chapter one.

Content: Smut

Warnings: multiple parings, oral sex (giving and receiving), Eren and his smug ass, minors not allowed!

You’re an Omega about to be mated off on your eighteenth birthday never to be with your boyfriend Armin again because he is a Beta and he has accepted fate. You however are stuck in the middle…. You want to be with Eren but he is not of age yet and the Elders make no exceptions. So you set your sights on Levi the unmatable Alpha but Eren will stop at nothing to be with you…. What’s going to happen in this love triangle erm love square I’m not even sure myself! Guess you’ll just have to read it!

Chapter one: Goodbye Love

Omega Rule 20: On an Omega's eighteenth birthday they must be mated off to an Alpha.

You woke up early that morning whimpering from a knot in your stomach. Today was your eighteenth birthday, come tonight you would be mated off to an Alpha but you didn’t want to be you were so happy with your boyfriend Armin.

You laid there in silence looking at the sweet blond wrapped around you. A tear fell down your pale skin as you twirled his soft hair around your finger. “Armin…..” You sighed as more tears stained your cheeks. You held him tightly crying in silence trying not to wake up Armin.

You felt the knot in your stomach start to pulse and between your legs became slick. “Oh just fucking wonderful.” You grumbled.

Armin sniffed the air and instantly woke up. “You're about to go into heat (Y/N).”

“Well thank you captain obvious.” You laughed.

Armin pinned you to the bed. “Would you like some relief my love?” He asked slipping his hand between your legs making you whimper as he pushed a couple of fingers inside you.

“Y-yes Armin p-please.” You wined out as he fingered you.

“As you wish My Queen.” Armin parted your legs and went down on you instantly giving you relief as he licked your swollen clit.

Omega Rule 34: When a female becomes fourteen she will find a boyfriend.

In your pack females find a boyfriend of their choosing when they turn fourteen. They want you to explore yourself early so you know what you like and what you dislike. The pack you come from is well known to breed beautiful and strong Omega's who aren’t afraid to speak their minds.

You have been with Armin since you were fourteen years old and when you turned sixteen you found out you were an Omega Armin still stayed with you. He knew you better than anyone, he knew what turned you on, how to touch you in all the right ways. It was a shame that he wasn’t an Alpha you would marry him in an instant.

You laid there in a daze lost in your thoughts crying your eyes out as Armin pleasured you. Suddenly you were jolted out of your thoughts when you felt Armin push a toy inside you. “Ah-ahhhh Ar-Armin.” You moaned out.

He looked at you and smiled as he thrusted the dildo in and out of you. “I wish it was me giving you this pleasure not a toy.” He chuckled trying to make you feel better.

Omega Rule 42: Females can engage in any sexual activity EXCEPT sexual intercourse for their first time must be with their mate.

“I wish the same thing but we know the rules you can do anything to me but have sex. I must remain a virgin.” You quoted sarcastically and laughed. “Thank goodness I have that body wash that gets rid of male pheromones or we would be screwed.” You laughed again.

“Mhmmmm.” Armin replied before going back down on you.

You whined out in pleasure tugging on Armin's soft hair as he licked up your juices slowly pumping the dildo in and out of you. Your body moved with every thrust as he went deeper and deeper.

“A-Arminnnn I’m-I'm going to cummmmm!” You moaned out as you arched your back gushing into his mouth.

Armin came up and kissed you deeply. “At least I was able to pleasure you one last time (Y/N).” He looked at you and started to cry. “I'm going to miss you so much (Y/N) why does fate have to be so cruel to us?”

“I know my love…. I know, but I have good news for you remember that Omega's are allowed to bring a member from their pack for comfort and my sweet Armin I chose you.” You smiled and kissed him.

“Really you did?” He got all excited.

“Yes! I can’t imagine my life without you in it Armin.” You said happily.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“Mikasa? Is that you?” You called out.

“Yes it’s me (Y/N) can I come in?”

“Uhhhh gimme a minute gotta put clothes on! Come on Armin lets get dressed.” You scrambled around and quickly got dressed.

Armin opened the door. “Good morning Mikasa!” He said happily.

“You're in an awfully good mood Armin, (Y/N) must have given you to good news.”

“Indeed she did!”

“I’m glad you’re going with her, keep her safe Armin.”

“You know I’ll protect her with my life.”

“I know you will, now I'm glad you’re here I want a males opinion on what (Y/N) should wear to her party and seeing that you’re her boyfriend I know you’ll pick something beautiful for her.” Mikasa turned to you. “Now time for you to get your ass in that shower so you don’t smell like Armin.”

“Yes Ma'am!” You looked to Armin. “One last shower with me?”

Armin picked you up. “Like you even have to ask!” He brought you to the bathroom and started to undress you. “I wish I was an Alpha this isn’t fair (Y/N) you’re my soul mate.” Armin wrapped his arms around you, as he leaned in to kiss your neck he let out a low growl.

“Shhhhh Armin don’t say that too loud.” Your eyes started to tear up again. “It’s hard enough for the both of us right now please don’t make it harder Armin.”

“I’m sorry I can’t help myself….” He took a deep breath in. “I need to be happy for you.” He let go of you and went to turn on the shower.

You came up behind Armin wrapping your arms around him. “I love you so much Armin…..” You pulled him in closer to you as one of your hands traveled down towards his member making him moan softly. “Let me give you pleasure one last time as well.” You said as you pushed him into the shower. You kissed his lips tenderly.

He kissed you back roughly as he grabbed at your butt pushing his body closer to you. He started to growl again his eyes went from blue to amber and lust-filled. He was quickly losing his senses grabbing at your body rougher by the minute as he tried to slip his member inside you.

You growled back at Armin giving him a disgruntled look. “Armin!” You pushed him off of you. “What in the hell are you doing?”

He looked at you narrowing his eyes as he continued to growl.

You smacked him. “Armin! Pull yourself together! You’re better than this!”

He shook his head and looked at you his eyes turned back to their beautiful ocean blue. “I’m-I’m sorry (Y/N)…. I lost control of myself.” He looked at you embarrassed. “You're just-just so irresistible right now because you’re in heat.” He went to grab at you again but you swatted his hands away.

“Armin!” You wrapped your hands around his neck. “Behave!”

“S-sorry, sorry! I’ll behave.”

“Good boy.” You lowered yourself to Armin's length.

Armin moaned out as you licked his pulsing member. “Oh-ohhhhhh (Y/NNNNN).” He whimpered as you took his length in its entirety down your throat.

Mikasa knocked on the door. “Hey! I can hear you! No funny business (Y/N)!”

You completely ignored her and continued to pleasure Armin.

He gently gripped your hair watching on in wonder as your head bobbed up and down.

You slowed down the pace making Armin whimper at every lick. Up and down you ran your tongue along his shaft driving him crazy.

“Ah-ahhhhh (Y/N) I'm-I'm go-going to-to-to cummmm.” He whined as he released himself.

You came up and kissed him. “Okay let’s shower.” You grabbed your shampoo and started to wash your hair.

“So (Y/N) are there any Alpha's you have your eyes on?”

“Ummmmm well actually yes there is two of them but only one is of age….” You turned red.

“Who are they?”

Omega Rule 25: Neither Alpha's or Omega's can mate before their eighteenth birthday.

“Well one is Eren but like I said he isn’t of age yet….”

“And the other one?” Armin asked.

“L-Levi…..” You squeaked out.

“SERIOUSLY LEVI!?” Armin yelled.

“Y-yes…..” You hid your face in your hands.

“You set your standards pretty high…. You know Levi has never shown any interest in an Omega ever. Not to sound mean but what makes you so special that you think he will choose you?”

You thought back to the encounter you had with Levi when you first found out that you were an Omega.

“If only you were of age now (Y/N) I would make you my Mate in this very moment.” He whispered into your ear sensually as he pinned you to the wall. “I want to say fuck the rules and take you right now my dear.” He leaned in and kissed you.

You smiled a big smile and turned bright red as you remembered what he said to you two years ago. “Ohhhhh no reason.” You said as you turned redder.

Armin raised an eyebrow. “You’re not telling me something (Y/N).” He growled as he cornered you against the wall. “Something happened between the two of you didn’t it?”

“Y-yes….” You said shyly. “It was nothing bad he j-just kissed me.”

Armin laughed. “So the unmatable Levi has taken an interest in my sweet (Y/N). This is going to be an interesting night indeed. The Elders will have a field day with this!” Armin boasted.

You looked at Armin surprised. “Y-you're not mad?”

“I can’t be mad you’re an Omega about to be the queen of a pack…. Your fate was sealed when you were sixteen. I knew from that day on Alpha's would be looking at you. I was worried at some point that I would lose you to an Alpha and I was ready to accept that. Thankfully I didn’t.” He smiled at you and kissed your forehead.

You and Armin finished your shower. You brushed your teeth and dried your long beautiful (H/C) hair. You came out of the bathroom and Mikasa had dresses everywhere. “Holy shit Mikasa where in the world did these all come from!?”

“I had them made for you.” She replied.

“Wow thank you so much they’re beautiful!” You started to look through the gowns.

“I think you should wear something that accentuates your breasts and butt…. Because both of them are very nice.” Said Armin.

You laughed. “Of course you would say that! Okay you pick a few dresses you like.”

Armin smiled. “Okay!” He picked three dresses, one was a deep blue very, very short skin tight and strapless. The second one was a Chinese style dress made from red silk with gold trim it was sleeveless with a slit on each side and showed a lot of side boob. The final dress was a purple tailored mermaid style dress with a plunging neckline and a slit up the side.

“Armin none of these are even my taste…. I don’t dress like that ever….”

“I’m sorry I was thinking what other men would like…..”

“I understand that but that’s not the impression I'm trying to give off…. Plus I would be very uncomfortable in those.”

“Okay then what would you pick?”

You continue to look through the dresses your eyes fell on a (F/C) strapless low cut dress that was just short enough and hugged all your curves in the right places. You put the dress on and Armin's jaw almost fell off.

“(Y/N) you are breathtaking!” Armin cooed.

“Yes that dress fits you perfectly (Y/N).” Stated Mikasa. “The Alpha's won’t be able to stay away from you. Now what do you want to do for a hairstyle?”

“Hmmmmm I think a French braid off to the side with flowers would look very nice. It’s classy and still shows off my neck.” You stated.

“That would look beautiful.” Replied Armin.

Suddenly an irresistibly musky smell wafted into your room. “I’ll catch up with you both later.” You slipped out of the dress and put on a tank top and shorts.

Mikasa gave a dirty look as you left. “Don’t be stupid.”

You gave her a look back. “Mikasa this is me we are talking about you know I'm a good girl.”

“Yes but I also know how you get around him. So don’t be stupid.”

“Let me guess Eren is here.” Said Armin.

“Yes mommmmmm.” You said sarcastically as you left your room and ran down the hallway.

You chased Eren's scent through the mansion all the way down to the private underground hot spring that was only for Alpha's and Omega's. You made your way in and slipped out of your clothes to put a towel on. Getting more excited by the minute you went into the hot spring but Eren was nowhere to be found.

“What the hell? Eren where are you?” You called out.

Someone came up behind you, swiped your towel and pushed you into the water. You surfaced ready to rip Eren a new asshole but he was still nowhere. “What the fuck!”

Suddenly you heard Eren's laughter fill the cavern. Eren swam up behind you grabbing at your waist he pulled you in close to him. “Happy birthday beautiful.” He whispered into your ear as he scratched at your thighs.

You shivered at his touch. “H-hi E-Eren.” You squeaked out. You turned around and saw a beautiful pair of lust-filled green eyes staring back at you.

He smiled at you. “Hello beautiful.” He cooed pulling you in closer to him as he licked your neck sending you into a frenzy.

“Ahhhhh Eren b-behave!” You whined out. “We-we shouldn’t be d-doing this.”

He gave you a smug look. “And why not? I want to give you something special for your birthday (Y/N).”

You grabbed onto to his neck attacking his lips moaning into his mouth as he groped at your butt.

He broke the kiss. “I can’t help myself (Y/N) you’re sent is irresistible, you’re driving me mad.” He let out a small grunt as his member pushed up against you.

Little whimpers escaped your lips as Eren rubbed up on you. “Eren please s-stop you’re making this so hard for me.” You looked at him with pleading eyes.

“What’s so hard for you?” He asked staring deep into your eyes. He brought you over to a hidden cave.

“T-to b-behave.”

Eren pulled you out of the water. “Then don’t behave….” He said sensually slipping his hand between your legs making you moan as he pushed a couple of fingers inside you. “You know we are meant for each other (Y/N) you can’t deny that…. You’re all I ever think about, you’re all that I desire.” He kissed you deeply as he pumped his fingers in and out of you sending you into an uproar.

You let out a loud howl making the cavern shake. “E-Eren p-p-please s-stop. D-d-don't do this to me.” You clawed at his back.

He didn’t listen and continued to finger you.

Your body gave in to him as he pumped his fingers even harder driving you crazy. “Ah-ahhhh d-damnit E-Eren.” You moaned out as you came all over his fingers.

“That’s a good girl give in to your desires.” Whispered Eren before he went down on you. He ate you out like a ravenous animal licking up every last drop of your sweet juices. He growled nipping at your clit making you gush into his mouth.

“Oh-ohhhhh Er-Erennnnnn!” You moaned out grabbing fistfuls of his long chestnut hair as your hips bucked wildly. You pulled on his hair tighter as you grinded against his face pushing him deeper in to you.

He finally came up. “You're so wet…. Your body is just begging for me damnit (Y/N) I can’t take it anymore I need you.” He rubbed his member against you as he leaned in to kiss your neck, his kisses getting rougher and rougher as he nipped at your neck.

“E-Eren be careful you can’t bite me….”

“Fuck the rules.” He snarled. “I have half a mind to mark you right now! This isn’t fair why do you have to be older than me by three days! I swear if I have to break every rule I will make you mine (Y/N) I will find a way!” He pulled his fingers out of you and started to rub his member between your legs getting dangerously close to slipping inside you. Grunting and growling he was losing control of his senses as he clawed at your back. His eyes turned from green to blood red, his claws became sharper and his teeth grew pointed. He narrowed his eyes looking at you like a meal.

“Eren….” You took his face in your hands pulling him closer to you. “Don’t look at me like that.” You licked his neck trying to calm him down.

He stopped and came back to his senses. He tenderly kissed your lips. “I’m sorry if I took it too far.”

“No you’re fine Eren…. I want you just as badly.” You smiled and kissed him back. “I enjoyed it immensely.”

“Good I’m glad you did.” He kissed you again. “Now go get all sexy looking so I can ogle at you tonight.”

You laughed. “Okay handsome I’ll look extra sexy just for you.” You kissed him one last time before parting ways.

You got dressed and made your way back up to your room. “I have to take another shower.” You opened the bedroom door Mikasa and Armin were still in your room playing video games waiting for you.

Mikasa sniffed the air. “You stink go shower you dirty girl.” She snickered.

“Yes ma'am.” You laughed and made your way into the bathroom to get ready for tonight's party.

[nordens-lejon]

Pervitin and Skis

Sufin oneshot I wrote last night.

During WW2, Timo finds himself in the hospital after an accident. Berwald comes to visit him. Based on a true story.

7 April 1944

Timo had never imagined he’d be grateful to find himself in a hospital. But then again, he’d never expected to find himself spending a week in a snow-filled ditch with one calf reduced to mincemeat. A lumpy hospital bed felt like heaven compared to that. The bed was warm and clean, and he could sleep as much as he wanted. The nurses fed him spoonfuls of broth and mashed potatoes. Small portions, so as not to upset his stomach after two weeks without proper food.

The hospital had given Timo a private room, which had annoyed him at first. He’d been fighting with the other soldiers, so sure it was only fair that he got the same treatment as the humans in the military ward. The doctors said it was an attempt to keep the gossip down, and on some level, Timo understood that. The personification of Finland injured and hospitalized? Oh, the Soviets would have a propaganda field day with that.

Someone knocked. That was odd -- the doctors and nurses were coming in whether he liked it or not. Timo thought it might be the timid new orderly, but it was a tall, thin man in an ill-fitting gray suit, messenger bag at his side. A sickly-looking mustache perched on his upper lip.

“Sve!” Timo tried to sit up, but he got nowhere and it only made his stitches hurt. Sure, Berwald was dressed like he’d lost all vestige of fashion sense, but it was him nonetheless. “Oh, I must look horrid, but I never thought…”

“Shhhhh.” It came out as a sharp hiss, but Berwald quietly crossed the room and pulled a chair to the bedside.

“How did you get in?” Timo whispered. He held out a hand, and Berwald immediately took it. “They don’t want anyone to know I’m here. And aren’t you still technically neutral in the war? What if the Soviets find out that you visited? It’ll look like you’re taking sides.”

“The Soviets won’t find out.” Berwald ran his thumb over the back of Timo’s hand. “I set a trail. They think I’m in Malmo. As for the Finns,” he pulled out a badge and a bundle of documents, “I got papers. They think your boss sent me.” The print of the badge was just big enough for Timo to catch the words Director of Cadaver Gynecology.

“So that’s why you grew this.” Timo wiggled his hand free and reached for the mustache.

“Yeah.” Berwald gently pushed Timo back against the pillows with one big hand.

“It’s hideous. I hate it.”

“Sorry.”

“You needed a disguise, I get that, but holy Martin Luther, please shave that thing as soon as you can and never grow it out again. Maybe you should get a wig next time, because with that thing on your face, I can almost imagine myself turning down a kiss. Almost. Just maybe.”

Berwald’s eye sparkled and he pressed a kiss to Timo’s knuckles.

“Oh, you sap. You’re hopeless.” Timo chuckled in spite of himself.

“I am.”

“Of course you are. So you found out I’m here. Something must’ve leaked. What did you hear? They told me they don’t want the story to blow up. There’s the Soviets, and besides, it could hurt national morale.”

Berwald blinked. “They didn’t tell you? It’s been in the papers.”

“The papers?” Timo felt his stomach drop, and he slumped a little. Oh, if this hurt the Finnish war effort, he’d never live it down. “Perkele. What did they say?”

“That you were with your combat unit in Saami territory. On skis. And you took thirty doses of Pervitin.”

“It was an accident!” The words came out louder than anticipated. Berwald would believe him, of course, but he still felt some urge to defend his honor to the universe. “I’d never even taken Pervitin before!” He’d always been wary of those German-made pep pills. Chemists said they contained methamphetamine. “I only took it because I was so tired I was on the verge of passing out. There were Soviets on our tail! And I meant to take one, not thirty. I’d like to see you-- or anyone -- get one pill out of those tiny little tubes while wearing mittens. So I tried to, y’know, just pour one into my mouth.”

“Shhh, it’s okay.” Berwald reached forward and began stroking Timo’s hair.

“And I just, before I knew it, I’d downed the whole tube.” Timo swallowed and took a minute to take a deep breath and enjoy Berwald’s touch. It reminded him of easier, happier times. “Sorry. But please, don’t stop.”

“Mmm. I won’t. But go on.”

“Go on?”

“What happened next?”

“Oh.” Timo paused. “Well, I… I don’t remember much of it. It felt amazing, at first. Ecstatic. Like I’d been born a new man, with more energy than I’d ever had in my life. And then, it got to be too much, I started shaking. I thought I’d blacked out, but it turned out that I’d just kept skiing. I, I think I crashed through a Soviet camp, and they shot at me, but the doctors didn’t find any bullet wounds. Maybe I hallucinated it. But then, I came to my senses, or really, I came down enough to realize that I’d completely lost my unit, and I was all alone in the snowy forest. But there was so much energy in me that I felt compelled to keep going. To find someone. Anyone.”

Berwald’s brow furrowed. “How long had it been at that point?”

Timo shrugged. “I don’t know. A few days.”

“Did you stop to eat or sleep?”

“Sleep. I doubt it. Eat, no. I lost my supply pack.”

“No wonder you’re so thin.” Berwald ran a thumb along Timo’s cheekbones, which had never been visible before. “I don’t like it.”

“Not planning on staying this way, don’t you worry.” Timo managed a smile. He didn’t want to add that his once-portly body weighed only forty-one kilograms upon admission to hospital. That number would only make Berwald worry -- he was too fond of seeing Timo pampered and plump. “Anyway, not too long after that, I stepped on a landmine.”

“A landmine?”

“Yeah.” Timo gestured to his elevated right leg. The cast covered a mess of stitches and surgical pins. “The blast threw me right off my feet, blew out one of my eardrums, and my legs was, well, I remember this awful mess of blood and bone.”

“Christ almighty.”

“Yeah...I guess. I was still so high that I didn’t feel any pain, at least not at first. But I remember lying there in a ditch with my ears ringing. And I thought that this must be the end of my journey. Some hours passed, and nothing happened. So I figured I might live long enough for someone to find me, so I crawled to this sort of, well, dugout, and waited some more. And nobody came. Eventually, the Pervitin wore off enough that I could feel hunger. I could drag myself to a pine tree and I ate some pine buds. A jay landed on my hand, so I ate that too. I ate snow. Sorry,” he added, seeing the horrified look on Berwald’s face.

“Don’t be sorry. I want to know.” There was a pause “And I want to take you home right now and take care of you forever,” Berwald was flushing, as if he’d already said more than he’d intended, “but that, that’s beside the point.”

That was more than enough to warm Timo’s heart. “Maybe you can, if your disguise holds. I don’t think they’re going to let me back to the front.” Inherently, he was ashamed of that. Going back before the end of the war felt like quitting on his people. “There’s talk about sending me to Helsinki. I’m going to need crutches for a while. And physical therapy. But if you can keep up as Director of Cadaver Gynecology, maybe you can stay with me. At least for a little while.”

“Yes, maybe.” Berwald swallowed. “I’ll see what I can do.”

The prospect of Berwald in Helsinki might not take away the shame, Timo realized, but it did make the thought of a long convalescence a lot more bearable. “Thanks, big guy.” Almost suddenly, a wave of exhaustion swept over him. This talking was the most exertion he’d done since he’d been admitted.

“It’s nothing,” Berwald said. Another small pause. “You didn’t finish.”

“Finish what?”

“The story. You stopped with eating snow in a ditch.”

“Oh, right.” Timo fought back a yawn. “I walked.”

“You what?”

“Walked. One night, I could see light through the trees, and I don’t know, I guess I was desperate enough that I got up and dragged myself over to them.”

“With your leg like…” Berwald pointed.

“Well, of course. But I made it to their camp, and I was so beat up, that I think I scared them, the poor humans. They called for an ambulance, and they brought me here.” And that,” this time, Timo couldn’t hold back the yawn, “is how I got myself into this whole embarrassing mess.”

“Embarrassing? Never mind, I should let you sleep.”

“Wait, don’t go!” Timo took Berwald’s wrist. “Not just yet. A few more minutes. And yes, of course it’s embarrassing. All this trouble because I couldn’t pick up a pill.”

Berwald set his jaw and kept silent for a moment. “I can’t say how you should feel, but the story’s earned your people’s admiration”

“Wait, what?” This was so surprising, Timo almost forgot how sick and tired he was. “What do you mean, admiration?”

“You’re still here, aren’t you? Yes, you made a mistake, but you’re still here. Thirty doses of Pervitin and two weeks in the woods would’ve killed lesser men. Men who aren’t as tough as Finns. I mean,” Berwald reached down for his messenger bag. “Plenty of your people have sent you cards and letters. Wishing you well, I’m guessing. Haven’t opened any.”

“Those are letters? What? Where did you get those?” Timo watched as Berwald opened the bag, revealing a heap of envelopes.

“Your public PO box. In Helsinki.”

“Right, forgot I gave you a spare key.” The envelopes were mostly white, with occasional blue and pink mixed in. And there were so many of them. Maybe some of them were admonishing him for his stupidity and carelessness, but if even a few were wishing him an easy recovery, well, it was a small consolation, but he felt better. “Do you think you can open one? Read one to me? Do you remember your Finnish?”

“Of course I remember Finnish.” Berwald cupped Timo’s cheek, then picked an envelope from the top of the pile and tore it open. Inside was a generic get-well card with a picture of teddy bear, but somehow, the mass-produced kitsch made it charming. “How ‘bout you get some rest? I’ll read while you settle down to sleep.”

Oh, wasn’t that right in the money. Timo sank back against the pillows and closed heavy eyelids. Lumpy hospital bed heaven was even better with Berwald by his side.

“Dear Mr. Finland,” Berwald began, “I was shocked to hear news of your accident, but I must say that I have never heard a more remarkable story of survival. That’s truly the Finnish spirit, isn’t it? Carrying on and making do in spite of the odds. You’ve reminded me of...”

Berwald’s voice was lovely and soothing, but that was all he heard before sleep claimed him, heavy, comfortable, and reassuring.

Closing notes: For anyone who’s unfamiliar, Pervitin was an methamphetamine-based performance-enhancing drug that was developed by the Germans, who proceeded to give it out to their troops like it was candy. Timo’s story here is based on that of Aimo Koivunen, a Finnish soldier who accidentally took 30 doses of Pervitin, spent two weeks in the woods, stepped on a landmine and lived to tell the tale. He made a full recovery and lived to the age of 72. You can read Koivunen’s story in his own words here.

[fallingfor-fics]

Teachers Pet-chapter 18: legilimens

All chapters

chapter 17

It had been a few days now since my last encounter with Snape except in potions class, but we didn't really speak then, I assumed it was because he didn't wanna seem human in front of the other students. It was Monday and I was headed to the Gryffindor common room to meet up with Hermione as usual, I needed to talk to her about my situation.

 I leaned against the wall waiting for her to emerge from the doors. I closed my eyes for a minute thinking about a certain someone, its funny how when you develop these kinds of feelings, that person really does just habitat your brain all day long, I was thinking about Thursday, when our arms brushed, it was like something out of a movie, when the nerd girl drops her books and the popular boy helps her and their hands touch. Except I was a nerd student and he was, Severus. And had no intention of wanting me like I him. I felt so guilty thinking of him this way, but he was just so handsome and strong looking. Like he could just pin me to the wall and run his large rough hands u- "Hey Y/n you ready?" I was snapped out of my daydream, thank merlin, by Hermione. "Hmm yup" I said as we headed to the Great hall. I needed to ask her some advice, but I didn't want anyone overhearing, meaning the boys. "Hermione, I need to talk to you about some things. Can we skip breakfast and go to the library to talk?" I said looking around for any teachers. "Um ok yeah sure, what about?" She said confused as we switched direction to the library. "Well, it's a couple of things, but remember the questions I was asking you about Ron?" I mumbled quietly to her. "Yes, wait, I was right wasn't I? You like someone!" She said a tad too loud for my liking "oh my merlin shhhhh" I said nudging her. "Who?" she whispered as we approached the library. "I'll get to that in a minute." I said as I dragged her to the farthest corner of the Library and we sat down between the aisles of books. "Ok so I asked you those things, because I may...fancy someone." I said mumbling the last part. "Ok who?" she asked excitedly. I rolled my eyes not sure if this was a good idea, I know she's trustworthy, and she's a very good friend, but what if she's repulsed? I let out a breath, "Ok but if I tell you, you swear not to tell anyone and you wont judge me for it?" I said with a worried look on my face. "Oh merlin it's not Neville is it?" she said a almost disgusted look on her face, "Hey I could do a,lot worse than Neville Longbottom!" I said laughing, "but no, it's not Neville.." I looked down fiddling with my fingers. "It's snp" I said, murmuring the last part to where she could barely understand me. "What did you say?" she said looking at me with confused eyes just wanting me to spit it out, "Snerp"  I said still not looking at her. "For merlin's sake who is it Y/n!" she practically yelled, "Its Snape!" I said raising my voice a bit and cupping my mouth for saying louder than expected. She looked taken aback and her mouth was open a tad, "You don't mean Professor Snape?" she said whispering. I just looked away in shame. "Wow" she added. "I know it's horrible isn't it? I'm disgusting, kill me now, spare the world of my wretchedness." I said putting my face in my hands. "Well I'm sure people have liked worse, I mean some girls flirt with Lockhart sometimes, so it's not that bad" she said with an apologetic grin on her face. "Yes that is true" I said looking out the window next to us. "I just, ugh I feel awful, I haven't liked someone in years, and it was just an attraction, but this is like an actual crush, like real feelings. I didnt think it was real at first, but now i've gone full schoolgirl fantasy for him." I said sighing "Ew don't put it that way, But I mean I guess it makes sense" she said shrugging "really?" I asked looking at her, "i mean yeah if you look at it, you spend a lot of time with him and i'm sure those lessons helped you guys grow more comfortable with each other."

I thought for a moment she was definitely right about that, this probably never would have happened if I was good at potions. "Also the other night I went to the astronomy tower at night to..think, and he showed up and he didn't yell or take me back to my dormitory, he stayed and comforted me and talked to me" I said smiling remembering his scent and his kind words.''Well there you go, it definitely makes sense as to why you fancy him, I mean it's still strange he's a teacher and all, but your feelings are invalid." she said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Thanks to Hermione, that certainly makes me feel better about it. I think the worst part about it though is that, id never get to have him, and that thought sucks, I mean you liked ron and now you guys are able to be together, but Snapes just a friends." I frowned at the thought, this really was very shitty. "Yeah that does suck, but hey, these things usually work themselves out and before long you probably won't even give him a second thought." I nodded my head in agreement and pondered on that thought for a moment. "Ms. Granger! what are you doing-" a deep voice bellowed from around the corner, I froze and Snape looked just as shocked to see me being the one talking with her. I looked up at him with a worried face and then back at Hermione. "You two should be in the great hall right now!" he added, still using his stern voice, I internally panicked but pulled it together, "Sorry Professor, we were just studying for Potions!" I said lying to hopefully get him to just leave us be. "With no books?" he questioned lifting his brow.  "We were trying to list the recipe for Amortentia off the tops of our heads!" Hermione quickly added. He wasn't buying it and looked at us suspiciously, I made eye contact with him and his face softened a tad as I pleaded at him with my eyes, "Yes well, don't let this happen again, and do not be late to first period!" He stated and turned and walked away briskly, his cape flowing behind. Once he was out of sight I let out a groan "Oh my- Holy Fuckkkkkk'' I said face palming myself. "What if he heard ussssss!" I moaned out. "I'm sure he didn- oh wait.." she said looking at me with worried eyes.I looked at her and my face grew pale "What? what is it?" I said looking around the corner, "There's something I should mention that Harry told me..." she said in a tone that did not lead me to believe it was something good. "What?" I said scared. "Snape is a Legilimens.." she said with furrowed brows. I felt my heart drop and my throat get very dry. "He's a w h a t " I began having a minor episode, freaking out over this newly acquired information, "So you mean to tell me not only did he possible read our minds and hear this whole conversation, but he has also been knowing what goes through my mind when I'm with him in lessons and in class. AND in the astronomy tower?!" I began to breathe faster, "Well the good thing is most of the time you would know if he was in your head, at least that what harry said, but since Snape is a very skilled legilimens, that might not always be the case.." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, I mean what if he knows, and he's known this whole time, and that's why he wasn't the same after the night in the tower.

I learned all about Legilimency and Occlumency but I had never practiced either of them before. This just meant I was gonna have too. The bell rang and we both looked up, "Well we better get going." she said and I nodded. "I'll see you at lunch" I said speeding off to my first period. I couldn't focus in any of my classes. All I could think of was the idea that Severus was aware of my feelings and was going to resent me because of them. Before I knew it it was lunch, but I had decided, I was gonna learn Occlumency and Legilimency, and I was gonna learn from the best. I hurried to the great hall to grab a sandwich and then headed to Snape's classroom. I took a bite of my sandwich thinking of the best way to approach this, I needed to act the part, like i'm really capable of this and not the tiniest bit afraid, I kept my head high and knocked on his door, it wasn't a day for our lessons, but this couldn't wait. There was no answer, but I knew he wasn't in the great hall. I knocked again still nothing, I waited a few more minutes and decided to just walk in, I mean we were friends-ish so it couldn't be that big of a deal. I slowly turned the knob and peeked my head in, he wasn't in here, I went and sat my things down and looked around the room. I walked over to the storage closet and sure enough I saw the potions professor collecting vials. I wonder why he didn't answer when I knocked, or when I walked in. "Professor?" I said lightly to not frighten him. "Ms. L/n what makes you think that you can just waltz into any room of your choosing when someone does not answer your knocks?" he said not turning around. Keep your game face on Y/n. "Well I needed to ask you something and I was prepared to wait." I said crossing my arms. "What is it this time Y/n?" he asked in a dreadful tone turning to look at me and walk out of the closet, setting the vials down on a table in the front of the room, most likely preparing to brew Amortentia in our classes. "Well a little bird told me that you happen to be a very skilled Legilimens, and I would like you to teach me Legilimency and Occlumency." I said with confidence and a hand on my hip, letting him know I didn't come to play.

"Would this little bird happen to be named Granger" he said giving me a look. "Classified, but will you do it?" I said looking at him in the eyes trying to be as convincing as possible. "No" he said with no hesitation. "What!? Why not?" I said frowning, my hands dropping to my sides. "Because you don't need such skills." he said, not paying me any attention focusing on setting up still. I walked over and put my hand on the table in his way of setting the vial down. He looked down at me with an annoyed face. "What if I come across a death eater or something and I need to defend my thoughts!" I said looking up in his eyes. "Do you have knowledge a death eater may need Ms. L/n?" he said raising his brow, I looked to the side for a minute, "Well, no, but what about in the future say I run into The dark lord himself , and he takes me because i'm the headmasters goddaughter and he thinks I have information and I have no way to protect myself." I said my begging e/c eyes looking into his, now angry, black ones. "You are such a petulant child" he said moving my hand from the spot on the table. I felt a shock run through my hand and butterflies swarmed my stomach, I looked at his hand holding mine and smiled a tad. His felt just as I imagined and was so large compared to mine, I thought back to my day dreaming this morning, til he dropped mine to put the vial in its place. "Please please please! If you say no i'll just keep asking!" I said in a begging motion. "I'll do anything please Sir" I said, giving him my best act. He let out a deep sigh and rolled his eyes, "You relentless little girl are going to be what kills me." he said in an annoyed and sarcastic tone. "Is that a yessss" I said wiggling my brows. "Fine but you must return my book to its place at once." he said and I froze up eyes wide and mouth agape. "How did you.." he smirked "Like you said Y/n Im a very skilled Legilimens." "Professor, I just wanted to read it and I was gonna ask you about it anyways I'm so sorry" I said not looking at him. "That's alright but hand it over" he said holding his hand out, I went to my bag and grabbed the book handing it to him, "Oh wait," I said grabbing it from him and tapping my wand to it, muttering the translation spell back to Latin, and handing it back to him. "You know if you had just asked I would have translated it for you." he said using his wand to put it back in its place on the shelf. "I did want to ask, do you know who left the flower in it and who wrote in it?" I said looking back at him.  

He paused for a moment thinking as if he didn't realize they were left in there, "Some boy many years ago I believe, no ones picked it up since" he said turning to shuffle some papers on his desk, I guess he thinks i'm completely clueless, but I wasn't going to make an accusations after he just agreed to give me more lessons on top of the potions ones. "So when should we meet for these lessons?" I said walking to his desk and smiling at him. "Hows after dinner Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays?" I wanted to get as much time in with him as possible, but now I had to really watch what I thought around him, which was gonna be hard, how does one stop thinking? "I cant Wednesdays I have staff meetings but fine." he said really not happy I was basically forcing him to do this. "Great! Sounds splendid. I can't wait! Thanks so much again Professor, I will leave you to it and see you in class!" I said grabbing my things and practically skipping off to my next class. I hoped this would go well, but I needed it too, not only was I going to get to spend more time with him, but I was gonna be able to learn to keep him from my thoughts and feelings, that just meant i'd need to be extra careful around him about what I think, I mean I don't know for sure if he's invaded the certain parts of my mind that would reveal my feelings, but I didn't want to take chances.

[floraone]

(Attempts At) Discreet Kisses

@augustmoon2, here's your second one :)

-

"Shhhhh," Mamoru hushed into her mouth, trying to swallow all her moans, even when his hands wouldn't stop their torturous journey across her blouse and navy skirt and his teeth captured her lower lip between his in that way that would always make her whimper.

She tried to. She really did. She tried to stay quiet by all means. 

But then his lips and teeth were back at her throat and his hands on her butt and his mouth was sucking on the tender flesh behind her ear in that way that made her dissolve in his arms and also make a lot of noise. 

He hushed her again, and the whole purikura booth rattled when he lifted her up and set her on the white plastic alcove next to the camera and lights, and when he pulled her to him, hands around her thighs, lifting them so she would wrap them around him, it was him who moaned against her throat.

"Shhhh," Usagi repeated with mirth in her voice that just turned into another mewl.

Hiding in Crown was fairly easy, to be fair. Tons of places to discreetly hide away. They'd done way worse than this lately. 

Fooling around in purikura booths on quiet days at the Crown was one thing. They'd snogged in changing rooms in Shibuya 109, in one of the segregated booths at her favorite Chicken Yakitori chain restaurants, that one glorious time the metro car had been empty except for the two of them - those were all the relatively tame ones. But at Hikawa? Her high school festival last week? In her bed with Luna sleeping in the room? They were getting careless and staying discreet was getting harder and harder and one day they'd get caught and Mamoru would remember why he actually tended to die at even the thought of PDA and all this adventurous, hormonal madness would stop and she would mourn it for the rest of her life.

So she grabbed him by the hair and reclaimed his shuddering, swollen mouth and kissed him a little harder, clamping her legs around him tightly. 

Usagi was fairly certain that nothing would ever be as exciting as the phase she and Mamoru were currently going through. It couldn’t. No way. 

Something had clicked. Something was… happening. Now. Soon. Eventually. Something like that. For all this fooling around, they hadn’t done it yet. But it was close, so, so close, she could feel it in her bones - and so could he. Sometimes he was trembling when she touched him. It was intoxicating. Addicting. She needed more. She needed all. She couldn’t wait. 

Except she could. In fact, nothing seemed sweeter than drawing this out, whatever this magic was. Endlessly, forever. She was content to savour this for every last drop.

After years of chaste, rated-for-all-audiences, always-pjs-wearing, oftentimes-their-future-daughter-was-around-for-god’s-sake, sweet normalcy, something had suddenly snapped. Suddenly, Galaxia behind them, they were ready, or so it seemed.

Suddenly those make-out sessions wouldn’t end, suddenly, when she was pressed into his couch for way longer than a single kiss, his hands were everywhere, his lips were too, and she loved nothing more than the feeling of his clothed hips pressing against hers because holy damn.

Heated, endless, sometimes hour-long make-out sessions. Even if very few clothes would fall (though it surprised her how still everything could be touched), it felt like she was drunk and high and addicted and she couldn’t stop.

Nowadays, he was mostly panting harshly, his hair was mostly tangled and disheveled by her hands, his eyes that half-lidded, impatient-yet-savoring intensity, his lips forever swollen and sometimes, the best times, his mouth was entirely and deliciously smeared  with her lipstick that blotted all the way down to his collarbone.

She felt on top of the world. To think they could have been doing this for years?

"We shou--" He was cut off by her lips following his and he slid them back across hers wetly with a pained sigh before he tried again. "We should get back soon, they'll wonder where--"

The rest of the sentence was never uttered, he forgot what he wanted to say when Usagi's mouth found his earlobe and her hands slipped into the back pocket of his jeans and squeezed. 

They did stop, eventually. Every hair out of place, his lips especially so swollen they looked painful. 

The girls just rolled their eyes, resumed their conversation except for Minako, who threw them a wink as Usagi slipped in next to her.

"So, I'm guessing there was a long line?" Minako snickered when they re-joined them at their booth, dramatically sweeping her eyes across the almost deserted arcade. 

"Mhmm. And then the machine wouldn't work," Usagi threw at Minako with a little smirk and stole a fry from her. 

"Right. They're broken awfully often for you," Minako commented with her own smirk, and Mamoru blushed, got up abruptly, and walked to the counter to order, hands in his hair to try and tame the disaster.

"Yup, it's absolutely awful. We're cursed."

Minako snickered. "I bet."

She could get so, so, so used to this.

[shannie-writes]

Shakespeare Route, Part 4 + Normal Avatar Checkpoint!

I’ll be putting all route content under a readmore cut, and will tag with (in detailed order) “chief’s bullshit summaries”, “shakespeare route spoilers”, “william shakespeare route spoilers”, “shakespeare route”, “william shakespeare route”, “ikemen vampire spoilers”, and “ikevamp spoilers”. Please feel free to block any and all of these tags, depending on which specific content tier you’re not wanting to see.

Part 4 - “Eternal Lovebook #1: Drink Poison”

- MC and Vincent arrive at the fancy fancy theatre and Vincent shows MC to their first class seating.

- Vincent: "Ya ever been to a play before?"

MC: "Nah, movie premiere nights are too expensive"

Vincent: "A wha now??"

MC: "Oh shit, forget I said anything. Rewind! I haven't been to a play, nope, no siree."

- MC looks around the packed theatre and starts to get anxious. Vincent is a fuckin' peach and reassures her that once the curtains rise and the play begins, all her worries will go away.

- Vincent: "Like magic"

MC: "Magic?"

Vincent: "Playwright magic"

- The curtains rise and we get a kickin' montage of Romeo and Juliet. MC has only ever seen the movie for it before (I bet it was the 1968 version eyyy) and by the final scene, she gets emotionally overwhelmed and pulls out another handkerchief from somewhere and dries her tears while everyone else gives applause

- Vincent asks if she's okay and she brushes him off and thinks about how fucking sad it is, and it hits her just how fleeting life and love can be

- ???: "I'm happy to see your tears"

MC: “wtf ohai Mr. Shakespeare”

- To nobody’s surprise, it’s Shakespeare! Apparently he’d been sitting behind them the whole damn time!

- He! Puts! His! Finger! On! Her! Lips!!!

- Shakes: “Shhhhh, just call me Will. I’m under a pseudonym, MC pls”

- She gets embarrassed by the mistake and feels the heat from both her blush and his finger on her lips, which he moves away all too soon.

- Vincent: “Yo, good to see you Will. The play was some good ol’ playwright magic again.”

Shakes: “Hehe, thanks Vincent. And what did you think of it, MC?”

MC: “As you can tell by my tears, it was so fuckin’ sad. Such a fleeting romance, only four days long. Wtf is up with that?? It was beautiful tho. But jeez, they had so much life they could have had together.”

Vincent: “Oh, yeah, wtf is up with that, Will?”

Shakes: “Because love burns brighter when it’s young. And with them dying young, it made their love beautiful and eternal”

MC: “Dude, that shit’s deep. But like, it’s impossible to love each other for eternity.”

Shakes: “Well, I think so, so tough shit. You can do whatever the hell you want on stage. Thanks for the feedback anyway tho, I wish the rest of those peons had your kind of response.”

MC: “Let them have their opinions, sheesh.”

Shakes: “lol okay. Well, peace out”

And he disappears into the leaving crowd.

- cut to outside the theatre where it’s crowded af.

MC: “Guess it’s busy after an event in any century lol”

Vincent: “Stay here, Imma go get us a carriage”

MC: “Aight”

- MC people watches and listens to them talk about the play. A set of noblemen walk out and catch her attention.

- Nobledick 1: “Isn’t that Director Will guy supposedly part of the royal family or some shit?”

Nobledick 2: “Well, I heard he’s just some redneck”

Nobledick 1: “A mystery for these young writers. This guy pretends like he’s some kind of reincarnation of William Shakespeare or some shit. *sniff* The play was pure shit.”

- MC decides she doesn’t want to listen anymore and turns away.

- Nobledick 2: “Well, I heard that this playwright is just a puppet, selling himself to Big Theatre for quick cash.”

- MC finds that she can’t stop listening anyway.

- Nobledick 1: “Whaddya mean?”

Nobledick 2: “Well, I heard he sacrificed a friend for his own creations.”

End Scene

Part 4 - Normal Avatar Checkpoint - “Eternal Lovebook #2: Ignore Gossip”

- blah blah, repeat of some of the Nobledick convo

- MC: That don’t make sense, Will makes friends with his creations, not the other way ‘round

- Nobledick 2: “One thing for sure, that guy has more than a few screws loose”

- Then the Nobledicks catch MC watching them and Nobledick 1 asks if she’s alone. Nobledick 2 asks if she’s a foreigner and they approach her.

- MC: Fuck this noise, I ain’t letting this happen to me a second damn time “No, I’m with my boyfriend and I ain’t leaving with you guys.”

- The Nobledicks look around to see that the streets are quite empty now and they grab her, saying they’re going to keep her with them until morning. She calls out for help and--

- Someone twists the man’s arm until he lets go!!

- Shakes: “Yo, wtf is this”

Nobledick 1: “And who tf are you?”

Shakes: “Oh, just some playwright with a few screws loose. Would you like to be my next sacrifices? I need some inspiration and noblemen like you would give me a pretty penny”

MC: Holy shit, he says this shit with a cold smile the whole damn time

Nobledick 1: “Fuuuuuuck this noise, let’s scram!”

Nobledick 2: “Wait for meeeeeee!”

- Will goes all soft again as he looks at MC.

Shakes: “You okay? Why tf are you alone?”

MC: “Vince went to get us a carriage or something”

- MC is wowed by Shakes being her hero again and how she kinda sorta a little bit feels sorry for those Nobledicks.

- MC: “So what if those rumors about you spread?”

Shakes: “There’s no ground on those rumors lol they won’t get far. And oh, what great timing, there’s Vincent”

- MC turns to see Vincent waving at her from across the street.

- Shakes: “Get goin’, girl. Stay by Vincent if you know what’s good for you.”

MC: “Thanks again for saving me. G’night.”

Shakes: “Yeh, ttyl”

- MC leaves and Will watches them go until they’re out of sight.

- Shakes: “I thought she was just some weak woman but this is actually pretty exciting.  ...But those rumors have been spreading…”

End Scene

[maman-suho]

Down the Corridor (M) - Part. 1

Scenario: When you discovered your young neighbor is a Muggle-born wizard, you couldn’t help but imagine both of you at Hogwarts, having fun, becoming proud wizards and staying friends for life. But life is a bitch. Life is boring. And overdramatic relationships are not realists.

Paring: LeeKnow/Minho ∞ Y/N [female]     Words: 1,681

Tags: Little Angst | Hogwarts AU | MagicalWorld AU | Smutish (not now but later) | Bad language

A/N: Okay, it was supposed to be a short story but my imagination went too far. I wanted to properly write something about it, but it would be too long (maybe I’ll do it later for fun but anyway). Enjoy this SlytherinAU! Lee Know. 

Chapter: 1   Title: THE WIZARD NEXT DOOR

You knew him since you were both children

Indeed his parents moved next door when you were six.

And for many years you played together in the corridor or sometimes in the building courtyard during summer vacations

But when he was sorted to Slytherin by this stupid hat

It was still a shock.

Actually, it wasn't really surprising

Minho had always been vicious and ambitious.

In primary school, he already used his magic to steal his classmates' stuff, or even just to bother them for fun.

Even if he didn't know he had magic.

And it was what set your thinking.

He didn't really know what he was doing, but on your side, you could clearly understand what was happening

He was a wizard.

Just like you and your parents.

But he was a Muggle-born wizard.

So you told your family about it, about all your suspicions

But no one believed you. To people, he was just an unbearable kid with a sly brain (which was also true)

And one day your parents invited his family for dinner

And then the little Minho saw.

He saw the magic moving spoon in the kitchen,

He saw the rememberbrall in your room.

“Don’t touch my rememberbrall!” you’d yell before taking it into your small hands.

“A what? Wait... why is it becoming red?”

“It means that... I forgot something...” you mused. “What could it be?”

“I think it’s your brain.”

So finally your parents believed you.

But even if they decided to not tell his family before they received Hogwarts letter,

And just because your parents were both Hufflepuffs kind and protective wizards,

They still took your friend under their wings.

So they told him what was happening

They brought him with you to Diagon Alley, even before Hogwarts admission letter arrived

Just for him to not be lost when he would have to bring his parents there,

And to not be lost when he will have to officially join the magical world you were raised into.

His parents actually took the news pretty well,

and it was because your family made a big deal about helping the young boy in his coming out.

So soon, you were both in the Hogwarts express,

On the road to becoming two proud wizards.

You were happy. 

Things could only go well. Right?

🧙🏻‍♂️🧙🏻‍♂️🧙🏻‍♂️

But something happened.

Or rather than something, nothing happened.

Like in real life bitchies. 

He soon had new friends and you had yours.

You were (unexpectedly) a Gryffindor and he was a Slytherin.

And it happened that none of you told to people that you were neighbors and more than that;

childhood friends.

It was like a silent agreement between both of you.

You never spoke to each other in the presence of your respective friends.

Because more than being in the rival houses, it would have been a shame.

Teenagers are stupid.

Indeed he soon started to become really famous, really popular among people due to his charms and his ability to socialize easily.

And his fuckboy image didn't match with the calm one you shared with your own friends.

So after hearing how Nagisa and Chan had criticized him and his group of friends

You decided to just stay silent about your relationship with Minho.

And he did the same.

🧙🏻‍♂️🧙🏻‍♂️🧙🏻‍♂️

But it was strange and really uncomfortable.

One day you were in the muggle train,

Heading to your hometown for the first time since the start of the school year.

Christmas snow was falling on London suburb,

while Minho's head had fallen on your shoulder. 

He was taking a nap.

You just supposed he had had fun with his friends the night before,

So you said nothing,

But each time a person passed between the train sits, you felt your stomach twist.

So you just sighted loudly to expel the stress from your body.

"What?" Asked Minho, not as asleep than you thought.

For a second you had stood silent before speaking

"Are you not afraid that someone could see us like that?"

"Afraid?" He started without opening his eyes.

"Please Y/N, the train is almost empty. Plus we're in a muggle train, far away from the city, we won't run into one of our classmates.”

“Please understand me, but if a classmate sees us I don’t want my image to be riddled by a slug, who salivate in his sleep.” You laughed.

“F*ck off. I know I’m not drooling. How could someone so perfect like me salivate in his sleep?”

Your snigger made his head move a bit.

A silent had fallen on the conversation, while you were just looking at him,

At his black hair falling on his forehead,

At his cute pink lips,

While your heart was pounding loudly against your rib cage.

"And in the worst case. Just imagine someone sees us. Who cares?"

You hadn't agreed.

Because you didn't believe his words.

And for good reasons.

🧙🏻‍♂️🧙🏻‍♂️🧙🏻‍♂️

Three months before the O.W.L.s*,

Minho came to seek help.

You were just having a conversation with your friends when you saw him waving at you from behind a pillar

"Did you heard?" Asked Nagisa.

"Heard what?" You answered, almost wanting to ignore the sight of Minho behind his ridiculous pillar.

"I heard Minho's parents are muggles."

Your heart skipped a beat.

You knew he had tried to hide this fact for so long.

"And so what?" you responded.

Your tone was a bit aggressive.

"I'm not saying it's a bad thing Y/N, don't take it wrong. But he is a Slytherin you know..."

"Yes," started Chan. "And Slytherins are not really known for liking muggle-born wizards. And this guy is really famous among them."

"Oh don't worry I trust him, he'll be fine."

An anxious smile still traced your lips.

Your friends had looked at you with big eyes, not sure about what they just heard.

"Y/N, is there something between you two?" Asked Chan.

"What?"

For the first time in five years, you started to think that maybe you two have been a little bit too obvious.

"Yes. You keep talking about this guy like it's your best friend, but we'd never seen you two together you know" added Nagi.

"And when we danced together to Yule Ball, he kept eyeing me quite weirdly... so..." said Chan.

You felt your cheek reddened.

"It's just that... holy shit." You suddenly cursed.

Minho was there, walking toward your group friend since you had ignored him

As always he looked conceited, but his steps were too determined for this situation to be normal

So your heart started to race with panic

you didn't know how to handle the situation

so you just decided to take the bull by the horns

"Could you both... just, wait a minute?"

And without waiting for an answer you headed to the Slytherin boy.

"Minho what the fuck are you doing?"

In your back, you could feel the intense glare of your friends

"Y/N, I need your help."

"Right now? Really?"

"Please. I can't wait. I... I just saw my notes from the last test and I'm freaking out."

You shook your head, not understanding a word of this conversation.

"The O.W.L.s, Y/N. I need your help. To study."

"But Minho it's in 3 months!"

Panicked, he let his hands fall on your arms.

"I know, I know.... but Y/N, you're a good student, and... And you know how my parents will react if they heard I failed. They will be destroyed. So I was hoping you could... tutored me?"

For a moment you saw despair in his eyes, and you felt your heart beat hard in your head.

But this moment was quickly broken.

He had stepped backward, facing the wall and hiding his face under his hand,

Just like a criminal hunted by the police.

Two Slytherin girls then walked beside you, their green robes waving behind their feet.

You sighed.

"Minho are you serious?"

"Shhhhh," he suddenly whispered. "Don't say my name too loudly."

He was looking from each side of the corridor, like a threatened prey.

"Minho are you ashamed of me?"

His eyes suddenly came back to yours.

"What?"

"Is it because I'm a Gryffindor?"

He had rolled his eyes to the sky.

"No Y/N it's just... I already have to deal with my muggle parents identity, so I don't want to..." he fakely started to giggle. “You know I—”

"Stop." You cut with anger. "You know what? I was starting to pity you, and I was really considering helping you. But I don't think it's a good idea."

"Wait. Why?" 

He sounded offended as if he wasn’t the one who truly had reasons to be upset. 

His black deep eyes looked at you with pain.

"I don't want to deal with the fucking Slytherin stereotype you became Minho. You shouldn't have spent your time having fun, fucking girls and bullying poor children. If you fail to your O.W.L.s, you'll be the only one responsible." Anger was burning inside you.

It was enough.

it was the straw that broke the camel's back.

He had stopped breathing.

"From now on, and until you come back to the Minho I used to be friend with, we shouldn't talk anymore.” 

Getting ready you mumble your last words. “I guess it won't be really difficult since we officially don't know each other."

You turned to come back to your friends, but he stopped you.

"Wait, Y/N."

"I'm sorry, do we know each other?" You answered on a scornful but playful tone.

You were waiting for an apology.

One you’ll never have.

"You... You're really not gonna help me?"

"Excuse me?!" Exclaimed your broken heart.

It was too much.

You wanted to cry.

For the first time in many years you started to wonder if maybe, you weren't really friends.

No, you weren't.

The only time you spoke was during holidays, and even during the last Christmas vacations, you hadn't exchanged a word.

A little silent had nested between you, giving him time to assimilate the pieces of information

And suddenly you saw his face turn into the despising Minho you hated so much.

"How can you be your parents' daughter?" He started. 

"That's exactly why you're not a Hufflepuff like them Y/N. In your situation, they would have helped me. Right now I’m sure they would be ashamed of—”

SLAP

His cheek red from your whop, he looked at you with empty eyes.

"It's time for you to grow Minho. Don't ever talk to me again."

He didn't move, his mouth silent and his cheeks reddened with embarrassment.

"Yeah, that's it. Go crying in your boyfriend's arms!" He yelled.

During never-ending seconds, his black eyes followed you while you were coming back to your (quite shocked) friends.

And with the calmest voice, your throat was able to give, you answered back.

"No Chan. There's absolutely nothing between us."

Next Chapter >>

* Exam/Diploma wizard pass at the age of 15 

[hypnoidvoid]

UhHhHHH platonic or romantic stozier finding a hurt bird on a bike ride

A/N: Okay so this deadass turned into a oneshot. Stozier is my fuckin’ brotp so here I come with the FEELS. Also, for those of you that read my Reddie fic Key to the Jungle, I wrote this to be an additional out of storyline excerpt/blippet of the highschool versions of Stan and Richie in their junior year. Ecologist!Richie and Ornithologist!Stan are best friends and have been forever and now I’m crying, thank you and have a kickass day. I love adding on to this universe.

[Title: Neapolitan Bird Bath]

[Friday, April 16, 2010]

The sun, as much life as it nourished with its light and warmth, disappeared behind thick clouds as only a disfigured apparition. Rays reflected, yearned to bust through, but could only try its best to light the naturally shadowed town of Derry, Maine.

Rain collided with the glass from outside of the classroom. It pounded hard, making music of its own along with the monotone voice of their AP biology teacher lecturing about the differences in photosystems. Richie half listened, and half paid attention to different couplets of raindrops, making bets in his head as to which one would run faster down the glass. The one he always bet on seemed to be the losing raindrop unfortunately; good thing he didn’t wager any money. It was also a good thing he sat pretty far back in the classroom, otherwise the teacher may have heard his quietted hums of the Speed Racer theme song.

Richie knew every detail the teacher was talking about. Transcription blah blah, NADPH+ blah fucking blah, cytochrome this electron flow that, more blah blah. Not even with cockiness, he just already knew the information from reading as much as he did. He’d probably be able to teach the material better than the teacher, even at seventeen years of age.

“Why the fuck would they keep it photosystem I, if photosystem II comes first. Just rename that shit,” Richie whispered with annoyance after leaning into Stan’s ear, who sat in front of him.

Instead of verbally responding, Stan tore a piece of paper out of his spiralled notebook and wrote in masterful cursive ‘to make us miserable’, and indiscreetly passed it to Richie behind his back.

Richie took the pencil resting atop his ear, twirled it twice in his fingers and scribbled back, ‘must have been the same dude that took Pluto away from us. i fucking miss Pluto’.

Stan snorted, and wrote ‘don’t we all’.

Doodling a frightening sad face next to Stan’s response, he continued on the next line, ‘id rather die than have to spend more time listening to this george bush lookin motherfucker. me tHinKs we know more than he does’.

Stan admitted in his delicate text, ‘even you probably have more brain cells than he does’.

Richie muffled a snigger, writing back ‘you wrote that on paper staniel, im going to get it published. you dun fucked up’.

In big, bubble letters where he used a yellow highlighter to perfectly color in the lines, Stan admired his work that depicted ‘FUCK YOU’.

As he passed the piece of paper back to Richie, their teacher became aware of their note passing. He scowled, clipped his lazer pointer pen back into the stained pocket of his button up shirt, and slowly stomped towards the two.

“Boys, would you like to share with the rest of the class? These notes must be much more important than paying attention to my lecture.”

Nervously speaking up, Stan panicked, “It was about homework, sir.”

Looking between Stan’s jittery composure and Richie’s smug smile, he was unconvinced by the lie.

“Is that so gentlemen. Well let me see then, hand it over-”

Richie quickly crumpled and shoved the scrap piece of paper into his mouth. The class burst into laughter, as well as Stan. He chewed the awful tasting inked paper quickly and swallowed, bearing a guiltless smile at the teacher without another word. That infamous, toothy, Tozier smile flashed that his father also sported on occasion.

The teacher pinched the bridge of his nose and wagged a reprimanding finger in Richie’s face, “You’re lucky you have the highest grade in the class, Tozier. Another stunt like that and it’s detention,” then craned his neck to meet Stan’s anxious gaze, “You too, Mr. Uris.”

“You got it, teach’a man,” and Richie used two fingers to salute him. Exhaustedly rolling his eyes, the teacher returned to the front of the class and lectured for the remainder of the period, which was only about fifteen minutes. Before the bell signalled dismissal into the weekend, all of the students were promptly packed and itching to flee the classroom. They sat on the edges of their seats buzzing with excitement.

*BIIIIIING*DING*BIIIIIIIIING*

“Don’t forget to read chapters seven through-” But the teacher’s demands were drowned out by shuffling feet and giddied shrieks as the class stormed out into the swollen mist of rain.  

Swinging his patched backpack over one shoulder, Richie threw the hood of his rain jacket over his head and turned to Stan on their way out with a devilish grin, “You’re welcome.”

Stan blankly positioned his folded bag over the front of his body, “Yeah, okay. Deal’s a deal, what flavor you want this time?”

Richie looked into the sky letting droplets hit his freckled face, and pondered for a moment, “Neapolitan.”

“Neapolitan it is then.”

“With sprinkles. And fudge. And Oreo bits.”

“Don’t push your luck,” Stan chided, briskly shoving Richie’s shoulder. They unlatched their bikes that had been chained next to each other from the bike rack and peddled south of town.

They had this agreement that if one of them ever got the other, or both, out of trouble (detention, arrested, whatever) then they owed a serving of ice cream. It’s a simple enough compromise. Stan religiously ordered butter pecan, but Richie’s choice was always a gamble. Detention was a waste of fucking time, even for Richie who had spent more than enough hours there, and if they could avoid sitting in silence without doing anything for god knows how long, they rewarded each other. It’s what best friends did.

Pumping hard with his feet, Richie swiveled up on his bike alongside Stan and exclaimed, “Did you know kangaroos have two uteruses?”

Stan chuckled and shook the rain off of the top of his curls with a jolt, “You reading animal porn now?”

“The males even have two dicks to match, can ya believe that? Nature is fuckin’ craz-”

Stan abruptly yanked the brakes of his bike with enough force to slide and create a minor tire mark in the middle of the street, where Richie shut his trap and followed Stan’s lead. He was wildly confused, but mirrored him nonetheless, for Stan always had reason behind his actions. Always. Richie would never admit, but he believed Stan to be wise beyond his years, and when Stan did something unusual it was best to pay attention. Richie was smart, brilliant even, but Stan possessed a superpower of intuitive awareness.  

Face stern and focused with calculation, Stan tipped his hooded head in different directions to pick up on a sound Richie failed to initially acknowledge. All Richie heard was rain.

He pushed midnight curls aside to frame his thick glasses, “Stan?”

Pressing a strict finger to his lips, Stan shot him sharp eyes, “Shhhhh.” They listened.

Then he heard it. Little chirps echoed off of the asphalt; a peculiar place for bird noises to be coming from, especially during a storm of this severity. How Stan was able to pick up on the muted cries flashing by on a bicycle astonished Richie. It was indeed a superpower.

Zeroing in on the location of the bird, Stan hopped off his bike and propped it gently against a tree to stay upright. Richie carelessly threw his bike down on the soaked grass lining the sidewalk.

“That’s a black-capped chickadee. A distress call,” Stan informed with concern, Richie trailing close behind.

“Gotcha.”

Stan strutted to a close American elm tree, scaled his eyes up the trunk, and saw a nest. It didn’t titter, make noise, it only rustled with the passing winds of the storm under its protective canopy of leaves. He circles the tree’s trunk and on the other side, in the unmowed grass, a petit bird hobbled, desperately alerting for help.

Richie’s expression was one of bewilderment, “Holy shit, how’d you-”

Bringing his knees to the ground without care of getting grass stains on his khakis, Stan expertly picked the chick up and evaluated it. He stretched out its wings, made sure there was a healthy pulse, and strategically bent certain limbs to check for breaks. Richie just watched with magnified eyes.

Grunting, Stan seemed to have found his answer, “Rich, got anything hard and flat?”

As much as Richie wanted to make a disastrous joke, he refrained.

With Stan gingerly holding the young chickadee’s foot cradled in his palm, Richie innately understood his inquiry. Chucking off his backpack, Richie found a popsicle stick that he had neglected to throw away days ago and snapped it in thirds. He offered a piece of it to Stan’s free hand.

Stan continued, “Get the bandaids out of the front button in my bag too.”

The chickadee had a broken foot. It was nearly shattered from presumably falling out of the tree, needing adjustment and splinting to heal properly. Correcting the bird’s mangled digits, Stan flattened out its foot (even though it nipped his hands and drew blood in places), and used the bandaids to wrap the appendage atop the piece of popsicle stick to keep it straight. While the bird seemed angry with him in the process, it eventually relaxed, and cooed chirps of comfort rather than distress as it was being wrapped. It realized it was being helped and not under siege by a predator. This was a friend.

Richie admiringly observed, sitting cross-legged next to his best friend with a warm smile, “That was amazing, buddy. You’re going to make a great ornithologist some day. I know it.”

Stan only responded with a creviced, dimpled smile. He shed the sweater under his raincoat and made a ‘nest’ in his bag to transfer the chickadee safely. Instead of heading for the ice cream parlor, they rode their bikes back to Richie’s house to care for the young bird and make it a temporary home until it was healthy enough to release back into the wild.

Ice cream could always wait.

Tags (for Key to the Jungle): 

@noahschnapp @speakslowtellmelove @richiefuckfacetozier@notsugarandspice @ellomello16 @neonohe @chairsocks @was-i-even-reddie@addimagination @guacfinn @skeletonscribbles @reddies-spaghetti@iamworried7 @reddietogiveup @yes-dillman-yes @jazzydork @liliemm @notfergusmom @beepbeepdickie @kaspwitch @im-alover @youtubequeens@spotted-plant @loser-hobbs @eds-kas @tozier-boy @thatgazebobullshit@honeybeehanlon @richietoaster @edstozler @bitchbrak

Permatags: 

@edstozler @kaspbrak-eddie @noahschnapp @richiefuckfacetozier @reddies-spaghetti @tozier-boy @eds-kas @thatgazebobullshit @honeybeehanlon @constantreaderfool @reddie-for-anything @s-tanleyuris

[all-hail-the-witcher]

hi there can you write some canon ralbert angst? I love your writing btw it always makes my day

holy freaking gosh this took for actual ever

it was gonna be longer but it’s already pretty damn long and I’m tired

if anyone likes it enough (excluding you twitch) I do have enough planned for a part 2

this is the bridge hypothermia thing btw

__________

ship: ralbert

genre: hurt comfort angst

warnings: like a .2 second suicide mention, but it’s a misunderstanding do, hypothermia, someone falling off a bridge, uhh snow ? idrk 

word count: 3377 yike

editing: ish

___________

Albert paced back and forth across the common room of the lodging house. Race should have been home from selling an hour ago. Normally, Albert wouldn’t be worried - Race could hold his own in most situations. But, Albert just had a feeling that something bad had happened. And it had just started snowing.

“Jack, please,” Albert begged for the third time. “Let me go look for him. Or send someone out. He doesn’t have a good jacket and it’s starting to snow.”

Jack sighed. He had gathered all of the important Manhattan Newsies in the common room because Spot and some of his boys were supposed to be coming over to have a meeting about border disputes with Queens. Albert could see that Jack was torn. It was odd that Race hadn’t come back yet and they did need him for the meeting since he was second in command. But at the same time he couldn’t send out Mush or Specs to go look for him cause they were needed for the meeting and he couldn’t risk sending out the younger boys because they might get lost or freeze.

“Alright,” Jack finally said. “Race is more important than any meeting with Brooklyn. Specs and JoJo you go west, Mush and Finch you go north, Davey and Blink go south and Al and I will go east. No one stay out for more than an hour, okay?”

Everyone nodded, grabbing their jackets and extra socks for their hands before splitting off in their designated directions.

Albert and Jack searched as far as the bridge. Every second that they searched contributed to Albert’s general anxiety about Race. Where was he? Was he bleeding out in an alley? Was he freezing to death? Was he safely back at the lodge?

“Al, we gotta go back,” Jack said after they looked in the same alley for the third time. “We’ve looked everywhere and it’s getting late.”

“Jack, we have to keep going,” Albert begged. “He could be out there, I can’t leave him.”

“Let’s go back to the lodge and reconvene,” Jack said gently, placing his arm around Albert’s shoulders. “Maybe one of the other boys found him.”

Albert gave a weak nod and allowed himself to be steered toward the lodge.

•••

Race was not at the lodge, nor had any other the other boys found him. Albert pulled his knees into his chest as he watched the other boys talk about what they should do next. He wasn’t really listening to what anyone was saying though. His mind was whirring. Where could Race be? Why hadn’t he come home yet? Albert was going to kill him if he wasn’t already dead.

It was around midnight when there was a knock at the lodging house door. Albert’s head snapped up. Race?

Jack opened the lodging house door to reveal, not Race, but Checks, Spot’s second in command.

Jack narrowed his eyes. “Whatrya doin here, Checks? The meetin was supposed to be 2 hours ago. And it’s late and it’s snowing.”

Checks rolled her eyes, stepping inside and pulling off her cap, shaking the show out of her hair. “Spot says he’s sorry about the meeting, but I’m here on other terms.”

“Which might be…?” Jack raised his eyebrows. “What could possibly be so important at midnight for you to trek here all the way from Brooklyn in the snow?”

“If ya stopped runnin your trap for a minute I could tell you,” Checks said, rather annoyed. “Do we got an Albert Dasilva here?”

Albert sprung up from the couch. “Yeah.”

“I need ya to come with me,” she said simply, “back to Brooklyn.”

“An why is that, exactly?” Jack asked before Albert could respond. “Cause we’re dealing with a bit of a situation here right now and I don’t think Al is up for dealin with any Brooklyn business. Heck, he ain’t even one uh the leaders. An I’m not letting him make the trek to brooklyn at midnight in the snow.”

Checks rolled her eyes. “Lemme guess, this little ‘situation’ uh yours is about Race not comin back, right?”

Albert felt his fist tighten at his side. How dare she make light of Race not coming back? He could be dead or frozen somewhere.

Jack beat him to it. “Listen, Checks, I don’t know how things work in Brooklyn, but here in Manhattan, we stick together. An how didja even know Race was missing?”

“Well first of all, he’s the only one that ain’t here right now,” Checks said, surveying the room. “An, Spot pulled him outta the east river 3 hours ago.”

Albert’s knees gave out from under him and he collapsed back on the couch, in too much shock to even cry. He knew something had happened. Why had Race even been in the East River? Was he okay? It was cold out and the water was even colder, not to mention the freaking snow. There was a good chance Race would die of cold exposure, if he wasn’t already dead.

In the midst of his panic, Albert felt someone, probably Mush, put an arm around him and begin to whisper reassurances. Albert almost yanked away, but then he heard what Mush was saying.

“Albert, hey, hey, it’s okay. Shhhhh. Listen to me. Checks just said Race isn’t dead. They’ve got him at the brooklyn lodging house. Spot got him there in time. They’re keeping him warm, but it's too early to tell. Spot wants you there tonight, just in case, okay?”

Albert looked up at Mush blankly.

“Race needs you,” Mush said gently. “You gotta go with Checks.”

“Okay,” Albert whispered, standing shakily and grabbing his jacket.

“Here, Al,” Finch threw his spare jacket at him. “It’s cold out there and we don't need someone else freezing.”

“Thanks, Finch.” Albert pulled Finch’s jacket on on top of his own, pulled on his hat and put his extra socks over his hands.

“Oh, Spot said to bring Race any warmer clothes if he’s got em,” Checks spoke up. “The spares we got ain’t really that great.”

“I got it,” JoJo said, climbing up the stairs to Race’s bunk. He returned a few minutes later with a pape bag filled with Race’s extra clothes and handed it to Albert.

“I’ll be by in the morning to check on you guys,” Jack said, clapping Albert on the back. “Don't let him try anything stupid ya hear? He ain’t allowed back here until he can walk across the bridge by himself.”

Albert let out a weak chuckle. “Will do.” Then, he followed Checks out into the cold.

•••

By the time Albert and Checks reached the Brooklyn lodging house the snow was coming down thick and heavy. Albert was shivering despite his extra jacket and he kept having to blink away the snow that was collecting on his eyelashes.

Checks pulled open the door to the lodging house and ushered Albert inside quickly. Inside, the common room was empty except for a bed that someone had pulled near the fireplace. From where Albert was standing it looked like there were two people laying in the bed, one holding the other tightly.

At the sound of the door opening one of the people got up from the bed, carefully tucking the blanket around the other before walking over to greet Albert and Checks.

Albert was only half surprised to see Spot. He looked tired, disheveled even, and he was wearing a long sleeve shirt with a tear in the sleeve.

“Good, you made it,” Spot sighed before turning to Checks. “You're in charge until further notice.”

Checks gave him a curt nod. “Make sure you get some sleep.”

Spot rolled his eyes and gave Checks a gentle push toward the stairs. “Go to bed, Checks, you gotta lotta stuff to do in the morning.”

Spot waited until Checks disappeared upstairs to turn to Albert. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he said, walking back toward the bed and motioning for Albert to follow. “I was gonna wait until morning to send someone to come grab you but I figured you lot would be worried. And it’s still kinda touch and go.”

Albert swallowed hard. “What happened exactly?”

“I don’t know,” Spot sighed. “I was heading to Hattan with Checks for the meeting with you lot when I see someone fall off the bridge. I didn’t even realize it was Race until I pulled him out uh the water.” Spot sat down on the edge of the bed., placing his hand on the person’s head who was laying in the bed.

It took Albert half a second to realize that Race was the person who was laying next to Spot. He almost didn’t recognize him under all the blankets. Race’s skin was pale and some spots had splotchy red patches, his eyes were closed and his lips were slightly blueish. Spot had covered his head with a blue knit hat and the blankets were pulled up to his neck. It broke Albert’s heart to see him so weak and vulnerable.

“He jumped off the bridge?” Albert whispered uncertainly, not taking his eyes off Race. He couldn’t believe that Race would do something like that, Why hadn’t he talked to him?

Spots eyes went wide and he put a hand on Albert’s knee. “No, no, he didn't jump. He was looking at the view and someone bumped into him pretty hard and he lost his balance and fell over the edge. It’s a miracle the fall didn't kill him.”

Albert closed his eyes. At least he hadn’t done it on purpose. And thank god Spot had seen it and was able to rescue him. Race couldn’t swim. Albert didn't want to imagine him floundering around in the water, hoping to be rescued.

“Thank you, for pulling him out,” Albert said gratefully. “I don't know what I would do without him.”

“Well, he ain’t off the hook yet,” Spot said. “He was only in the water for maybe 3 minutes tops but he was unconscious when I pulled him out. Still breathing, though. Whacked him on the back several times until he woke up and started coughing. He passed out again on the way back to the lodge. And then, of course, it started to snow on top of that. Poor kid was so cold he wasn’t even shivering anymore. Luckily, I’ve dealt with this kinda situation before so I knew what to do, but if he doesn’t wake up real soon I ain’t too sure if he’s gonna make it.”

Albert looked down at Race’s face, which was blurring slightly due to the tears in his eyes. “Has he woken up at all?”

Spot made a face. “Twice, just for a few seconds. Both times he seemed generally dazed and asked multiple times where he was and what had happened. He didn't really seem to recognize me. I think the cold messed with his brain a little.”

Albert tried not to cry as he stared at Race, looking utterly helpless and small under his mountain of blankets. What would happen if he didn't make it? How would he keep going?

“Did you bring clothes for him?” Spot asked, noting the paper bag Albert was carrying.

Albert nodded, pulling the bag off and placing it on the bed. Inside JoJo had put Race’s thickest undershirt, a pair of knit pants that he was fairly certain belonged to Finch, his own thick flannel shirt and four pairs of mismatched socks. Underneath that there was Race’s quilt from his bed at the lodge - one of the few possessions he had left from the time before he was a newsie - his deck of cards and one of his cigars. Albert smiled, leaving the cards and the cigar in the bag for when - if - Race woke up.

Spot gently removed the blankets from Race and sat him up gingerly, using his shoulder to support Race’s head which had lolled to the side. He removed the threadbare shirt and pants that Race had been wearing with ease, careful not to move his arms and legs too much to prevent any more heat loss. “Hand me that flannel, will ya?”

Albert wordlessly handed Spot JoJo’s flannel shirt and watched as he slipped it over Race’s slightly red skin, buttoning it up carefully.

“I’m gonna need your help with the pants, okay?”

Albert nodded, gently lifting Race’s legs one at a time and slipping them into the legs of Finch’s pants, wincing when his hand touched Race’s ice cold skin. Then, as per Spot’s instruction, he covered Race’s bare feet with two pairs of socks and his hands, which were red and cracked from the cold and selling outside, with the other two pairs.

Spot laid Race back down with obvious care before pulling the two blankets back over him. Albert placed Race’s blanket from the lodge on top.

Spot hopped off the bed. “I’m going to give you two some time together. I’ll be just upstairs cleaning up if you need me.”

“Thanks, Spot,” Albert whispered.

“You should probably get under the blankets with him, ya know, warm him back up using your body heat. That’s what I was doing before ya got here, seems to be helping, especially skin to skin,” Spot said. “Just don't rub him too hard or move him too much, an make sure the fire doesn't go out. An come get me if he really wakes up, still need ta get somethin warm in him.”

Albert nodded, unbuttoning his own flannel shirt and removing his undershirt as Spot climbed upstairs. Once under the covers, Albert undid the buttons on Race’s shirt and gently pressed his warm chest to Race’s freezing one, winding one arm around his upper back and using the other to carefully press Race’s head into his shoulder.

“What am I gonna do with you Tonio?” Albert sighed, pressing a gentle kiss to Race’s temple. “You can’t scare me like this.” Silent tears fell onto Race’s shoulder.

After about 10 minutes, Albert heard a faint moan escape Race’s lips. His stomach flipped. Maybe Race would be okay. “Shhhh,” he whispered soothingly. “You’re okay.”

Race let out another slightly louder moan and tensed under Albert’s soft hold. “Don't worry, baby, I’m not gonna hurt you,” Albert reminded him.

Race pulled back from Albert slightly, a shiver rippling throughout his thin body as he cracked his uncharacteristically dull blue eyes open. Albert was so relieved to see the eyes that he had fallen in love with that he almost cried in relief. Race, however, looked confused.

“Who’re you?” He slurred quietly, trying to wiggle out of Alberts loose grip. “Where’m I? Wha’ ‘append?”

Albert vaguely remembered Spot saying something about Race having trouble remembering things. A few tears dripped from his eyes. Was this going to be permanent? “It’s me, Race,” Albert said gently. “You know me.”

“I do?” Race tried to move further from Albert.

“Yes, yes you do, you just don't remember me right now,” Albert mumbled. “An stop moving, you’re really weak and I don't need you hurting yourself right now.”

“Bu’ I don’ know you,” Race said again, his voice barely a whisper.

“Shhhh, yes you do Tonio, just think, use that brain of yours,” Albert murmured, placing a hand on Race’s forehead. Still cold, but not nearly as bad as before. Albert began to gently stroke Race’s cheek, which he usually did to calm Race’s nerves and ground him.

At his touch, recognition flashed across Race’s face and he smiled slightly. “Albie?”

“Yes, baby, its me. See? I knew you could do it.” Albert gently pulled Race back into his chest. “You’re safe. You fell off the Brooklyn bridge, nearly drowned. Spot brought you back to the Brooklyn Lodging House.”

“Spo’?” Race mumbled into Albert’s neck.

“Yes, Spot Conlon, your friend. He’s the king of Brooklyn.” It was a little worrying that Race was this disoriented, but at least he was awake and talking.

“‘M friends wit’ th’ king o’ Brooklyn?” Race giggled weakly.

“Yes,” Albert soothed. “He’s just upstairs. Very worried about you, just like me.” Race made a pleased noise. “How are you feeling baby?”

“Cold,” Race whispered, “an’ tired.”

“Think you can stay awake a little longer for me?” Albert asked.

“Think so,” Race mumbled.

“Good, cause-” Albert was cut off by Spot creaking down the stairs.

“I heard voices,” Spot called softly. “Is he awake?”

“Yeah,” Albert responded.

Race curled further into Albert’s chest. “Who’s tha’?”

“Shhh, it’s just Spot,” Albert reassured him. Then he turned to Spot. “He doesn’t remember you.”

Spot furrowed his eyebrows. “That’s not good. Does he know who you are?”

Albert nodded slowly. “Took him a few minutes, though.”

Spot lay down on Race’s other side and Race pressed closer to Albert, whining slightly. “Hey, Tonio, it’s okay, it’s just Spot. He’s not gonna hurt you.”

“Ar’ya sure?” Race slurred, moving his head to look up at Albert. His blue eyes looked scared.

“I’m sure,” Albert reassured him, releasing his hold on him slightly so he could look at Spot.

“Hey there Racer,” Spot said softly. “Glad you’re doing better.”

“Albie says yer Spo’.” Race looked up at Spot with confusion.

“I am,” Spot smirked. “How’re you feeling?”

Race groaned. “Why does e’ryon’ care ‘bout how ‘m feelin’? ‘M fine, ‘m jus’ cold ‘nd tired.”

“Race, you fell off the Brooklyn bridge, of course we’re worried about you,” Spot sighed. Even in his weakened, semi conscious state, Race still managed to act like he was fine. “Think you’ll be able to hold down some liquid for me? That should help warm you up.”

“How d’ I know y’ain’t tryna poison me?” Race scowled.

“Race, I would never,” Spot assured him, “you know that.”

“No, I don’,” Race countered. “I don’ even know you.”

Spot sighed. “Yes you do, Racer. You just don’t remember.”

“Pro’e ‘t.”

Albert let out a laugh. At least they knew Race was at least somewhat okay since he was acting like his usual self.

“Well, remember your first day of sellin at the Sheepshead?” Spot asked. “I nearly decked ya for sellin on Brooklyn turf and ya had the nerve to curse me out.”

Race screwed up his face in concentration. “...no?”

“Yer such an idiot,” Spot sighed lightly slapping Race on the head. Albert readied himself to comfort Race. He knew that Spot did that to him all the time, but surely Race wouldn’t react well to a stranger hitting him.

Instead of curling away from Spot though, Race began to smile. “Spottie?”

Spot let out a groan. “Oh so you remember that I hit ya every time ya do somethin stupid, but not when we first met?” He said with fake annoyance. “You cuddle with your boyfriend, I’m gonna get ya somethin warm to drink.”

Race fell back into Albert’s chest. “I r’memba Spo’ now.”

“I’m glad,” Albert kissed his forehead lightly. Still cold. He ignored the sinking feeling in his stomach. If Race didn’t warm up soon, he might not make it through the night. “You feeling any warmer?”

“Lil’ bi’,” Race’s eyelids were drooping, which Albert knew wasn’t a good sign. “Can I take a na’?”

“Not yet,” Albert mumbled. “I need ya to stay awake until Spot gets back cause he’s gettin you somethin to drink.”

Race yawned. “‘m real t’rd Albie.”

“I know you’re tired, baby,” Albert cooed. “But I need you to stay awake for a little longer, okay? Why don’t you tell me how much you love me?”

“Tha’s e’sy.” Race was slurring his words so badly now that Albert could hardly understand him. “Ah lo’be ya so mu’h Albie. Yer th’ be’t. Ya came ‘ere allahth’ way fro’ ha’an jus’ fir me. An’ ya takin’ care uh me an’ bein’ real swee’ an’ gen’le an’ wo’ied ‘bout me. An’ yer ‘oldin’ me an’ tryna keep me ‘arm an’ safe an’ I jus’ lo’be ya so muc’, I wanna be witcha fireva’.”

Albert listened to Race ramble, gently rubbing small circles right below the brim of his hat. “Forever now, huh? Forever is a long time.”

Race pulled away and gave Albert a warm smile. “Not w’en ‘m wit you.”

______________

surprise no one died !!!

this didn’t actually come out at all like I wanted it to and the beginning is really bad welp

spot deserves a medal

also what do we think of checks?

feedback is always appreciated hmu to be on the tag list

tag list

tag list@fairly-awkward-trashcan@well-the-kids-do-too@racetrackcook@bouncyscreamingnewsboys@ughwaitwhat@aw-jus-let-em-try@ben-cook-can-cook@the-woild-is-my-what-now@elmer-s-s0cks@voice-foundshoe-lost@galaxy-trees13@stopthe-presses@ridin-in-style@pinecovewoods@imjusttheoutgoingsidekick@i-got-no-clue-what-im-doing@bencookisagod@be-more-chill-evan-hansen@hellasoulless@stellar-alpaca@saxoph-ella@smolcanadiangirl idk why this one won’t tag@disney-princess-sized@the-kool-aid-man-is-real@the-newsies-justice-for-zas-blog@insane-tomato@so-up-rolls-a-riot-van@spot-conlon-king-of-brooklyn@have-we-got-news-for-you

@thatfancyclam

[thereluctantinquisitor]

I'm not sure if I could request this as a prompt, but I would love to see Ralon and Ly visit the farm after a while and see their reaction to Cyrus and Darren being together.

You can request whatever you like! Here you go: In which Ralon and Lyrene drop by the farm for a surprise visit and end up being the ones surprised…

“Well shit. It’s about time we got here.”

“Yeah. No kidding.” Lyrene groaned and stretched her armsabove her head, making sure to swat Ralon playfully on the descent. “Wouldn’thave been so bad if you’d actually stopped to ask for directions.”

“Hey, I did ask,remember? Not my fault no one seemed to have a clue where the Miller Farm was.”

“You asked one person.”

“Yeah, well, you could have done some asking around too.”

“Nah. That’s your job, Charmer. Remember?”

Ralon snorted. “Remind me what your job is, again?”

“Moral support.”

“Uh huh.”

Shaking his head, Ralon reached over the gate, pulling upthe metal spoke that held it shut, swinging it open with a single, measuredpush. It wasn’t like there was a bell or anything. What else were they supposedto do?

It was almost evening. The dirt path crunched softly beneaththe soles of their boots as they made their way towards the farm house. Smallblades of grass occasionally dotted the otherwise well-maintained stretch betweenthe gate and the Miller home – the first signs of spring growth.

“Do you reckon they’ll—” Ralon began, but Lyrene suddenlygrabbed his arm, squeezing tight.

“Shhhhh.”

Confused, Ralon fixed her with a questioning gaze. The elvenwoman just pressed a finger to her lips, then pointed towards the house. Atfirst, Ralon didn’t notice anything, squinting against the fading light. EventuallyLyrene rolled her eyes and took him by the back of his head, turning him in theright direction.

Oh…

There were two figures on the porch, sitting on a long benchthat ran along the wall just beside the front door. Or, more rightly, one wassitting while the other was lying stretched out beside him, one leg bent, theother hanging languidly over the side of the bench. If it had been any othersituation, Ralon would have dismissed the sight before him as a fever dream.Maybe a mirage.

But… no.

That was definitely Darren with Cyrus’ head resting in his lap.

“Holy shit,” Ralon breathed. The pair of them had stopped walkingnow, as though their former squadmates were cold-blooded creatures with sight that relied on movement. In reality, it appeared both their eyes were shut, butthat was beside the point. The point was they were there, seemingly asleep, together. Outside Darren’s house. Snuggling.

“I knew it.” Lyrene’s voice was only a whisper, barelycontaining her excitement. “I knewthat was why he wanted to come back here.”

As much as Ralon enjoyed the romance-serial feel of that idea,he couldn’t help but disagree. “Nah… I don’t think that’s it. I reckon it just…happened.” He gave a half-shrug whenLyrene fixed him with a skeptical look. “Cyrus isn’t really the high-romancetype, Ly. You know that.”

She seemed to chew over that idea before eventually concedingwith a sigh. “I suppose. I just…” Another smile crept across her lips as shewatched the pair on the bench. “It’s nice. They were always close, just…”

Ralon nodded understandingly. “Not in that way.”

“Yeah.”

Eventually, once they were satisfied they had burned theimage into their memories well enough to recall with embarrassing detail, the pair continued towards the house. It wasn’tuntil they reached the porch and the first step squeaked under Ralon’s bootthat Darren seemed to stir.

“Hmm…” Slowly, the blond blinked himself awake, shaking hishead slightly as he came to. His eyes drifted across confusedly, eventually restingon Ralon, who had frozen sheepishly on the traitorous step. “R…alon? Ly…?”Yawning, Darren almost shifted until he remembered whose head was resting inhis lap. “Time for training?”

Ralon exchanged a look with Lyrene, and the pair promptlyburst into snorts of laughter. “Ah, kid. Never change.” Ascending the steps,Ralon gave Darren a few more seconds to actually wake up and realise what wasgoing on. “The last thing on either of our minds is training, that’s for sure.”

Apparently fully awake now, Darren’s mouth dropped open. “Ralon.Lyrene! You’re both—” He lowered his voice suddenly, blue eyes flicking down toCyrus. The Orlesian, to everyone’s surprise, was still fast asleep. Odd,considering he used to never be able to sleep back with the Inquisition. “Whatare you doing here?”

“Wow, thanks for the warm welcome,” Lyrene said, then smiledreassuringly at the mortified look that flashed across Darren’s face. “I’m kidding. We were in the area and thoughtwe’d drop in, that’s all.”

“O-Oh.” The confusion and alarm suddenly melted away, a bright,ecstatic grin spreading across Darren’s face instead. “Maker’s breath, it’sgood to see you both. Come inside! Here, I…” Flustered and caught between arock and a hard place, Darren gently brushed Cyrus’ dark hairfrom his face, murmuring his name. When the Orlesian still didn’t stir, he smiled and leaned down, pressing akiss to Cyrus forehead. That seemed to do the trick

“… ‘s it time already?” Cyrus grumble, archinghis back, his bent leg sliding down flat on the bench. “Can’t we just…”

“Yeah. I know.” Darren chuckled softly. “But Ralon and Lyrene arehere.”

At that, Cyrus suddenly bolted upright, nearly head-buttingDarren in the process. His gaze snapped over to Ralon and Lyrene who, grinning mischievously,both raised their hands and gave a slow, poignant wave.

“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty. You’ve got guests.” Ralonwas enjoying himself immensely,especially when Cyrus’ cheeks went so red it seemed the Orlesian might meltinto the sunset. Funnily enough, Darren barely seemed fazed, rising to his feetand moving over to wrap both Ralon and Lyrene in a warm, crushing embrace.

“Creators, you’ve got big!” Lyrene giggled, squeezing Darrenback, burying her face against him. “Ah… it’s good to see you’re both doingwell.”

“More than well,”Ralon added slyly, earning him another baleful glare from Cyrus. Darren, on theother hand, just gave a warm laugh.

“You could say that! Come on, let’s go inside. Ma and pa areout in town for a couple of days.” He moved over to the frontdoor, pushing it open and beckoning to the group to follow. “I’ll see what Ican find for dinner. I’m not as good as ma, but we’ll get by…”

Lyrene practically moaned at the suggestion of food,scampering after Darren, pausing only briefly to throw her arms around astartled Cyrus before disappearing through the open doorway. That left Ralon alonewith the red-faced Orlesian.

“The fuck are you two doing here anyway…” Cyrus grumbled,reaching up to rake his fingers through his sleep-tousled hair. It wasn’t really an accusation.More a manifestation of defeat and embarrassment.

Ralon just gave Cyrus a long, fond look, although it was definitely tingedwith something else. Something almost… sad. “We wanted to check in on you, Cyrus. You weren’t doing so well when you left us. Remember?”

At mention of it, Cyrus cringed slightly, but eventually conceded with a single sharp nod. “Yeah. Right. That… sure.” Uncomfortably, hecleared his throat. “Well, I’m… fine.”

“Good.” Ralon’s gaze drifted from Cyrus to the doorway. “So…the two of you, huh?”

Cyrus shifted his weight. “Something like that.”

“Y’know, I kinda hoped it would end up that way.”

A frown flickered across the Orlesian’s face and Ralon justendured it as Cyrus fixed him with a wary look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“So suspicious!” Laughing, Ralon strolled forward and drapedhis arms around Cyrus, pulling the shorter man into a strong, emphatic hug. “You were always good for each other. Can’ta guy just be happy for his friends?”

Stuck in Ralon’s embrace, his face pressed against the Antivan’sdusty shirt, all Cyrus could do was roll his eyes and give a short, amusedsnort. “Yeah, yeah. All right.” He patted Ralon awkwardly on the back. “Just don’t make itweird, okay? We’re not really… you know.”

Releasing Cyrus and leaning back, Ralon planted his hands on the Orlesian’sshoulders and cocked a brow at him. “Oh yeah? Well, you might want tolet Darren in on it, if whatever it is you’ve got going on is meant to be asecret. He didn’t seem too worried about showing you off.” At Cyrus’ puzzledexpression, Ralon’s mouth slid into a smirk. “You seriously thought he’d be ashamed or something, didn’t you?”

Muttering darkly, Cyrus shook Ralon off and stormed towardsthe door. “Just shut up and get inside. It gets cold out here.”

Ralon hummed knowingly. “Yeah, yeah… I bet it does.” Hestrolled after Cyrus, grabbing the handle of the door as he passed, pulling it closed behind him. “Bet it’s real nice, having someone to snuggle up with on those cold country nights…”

Cyrus’ response was perfectly to the point. “I will poison your food.”

“I’ll haunt you.”

“Fuck off.”

“Nah.”