#i dont really like how I did the vest but oh well

[appleblocks]

for the palette thing ,Jimmy in cowboy or angelic messenger

Thank you

Our favorite canary man <3

(I can't draw cowboy hats too well,,,)

He's so cute!!!! <3 <3 <3

[mybiasisexo]

chanyeol + 15 and 32 pleaseee

Battles 🩸

Genre: angst | supernatural!au | vampire!pcy Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader Length: 3.2k (so ridiculous lol) Warnings: Mentions of death and blood | Implied sex

a/n: shouldve posted this on halloween but oh well. And this is all my pea brain can come up with so pls dont ask for more lol. yall know i wont do it anyways lmao

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

You were nearly free when Chanyeol found you.

Knowing what his presence meant for you, you made a desperate attempt to take your life. Death was better than the future he wished you to live.

But, of course, he wouldn’t allow you that luxury.

When that option failed, you begrudgingly relented and had him drag you back to your prison. The place that you had escaped for six months.

The mansion was quiet when you returned. The lighting in the familiar halls were so dim you could barely see the wide back of the soldier you followed.

Chanyeol led you to the bedroom that had been your ‘home’ for a year, holding open the door for you to enter. You hesitated. The thought of being trapped within those walls again made bile rise in your throat. You were so close…. So close to freedom.

Chanyeol said your name sternly. A warning.

Swallowing down your nausea, you begrudgingly crossed the threshold.

Everything was how you had left it. It was as if you’d walked back in time.

The door closed behind you and the breakdown you’d been keeping at bay threatened to explode. But, your intuition held it back, instead urging you to check behind you. Trusting that instinct, you turned and was stunned to see Chanyeol had closed himself inside with you. 

You’d forgotten how massive the man was. Even with his legs spread shoulder’s length apart, he was still taller than the door behind him. He wore a black leather vest that exposed his bulging biceps. The visible skin was riddled with scars. Some blended against his pale skin, while others were a stark contrast. His wounds were a grim reminder of the life he’d lived–of the warrior he was.

He took you in with those large eyes of his. They were somewhat frightening. His irises were so dark, you couldn’t distinguish them from his pupils, and you swore they were wider than a normal human’s. 

Those lifeless eyes of his scanned your figure, checking for injury, for changes, for familiarities.

Once he was content with what he saw, he visibly relaxed. It was barely noticeable, but you knew him enough to catch his relief.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“It’s been awhile,” he replied, as if that answered your question. In a way, it did. He couldn’t say what he really wanted to. That he missed you. No. That would be wrong for multiple reasons.

“It has,” you relented with a thick swallow.

He took a sudden interest in his shoes. “I thought you were dead.”

“I wish I was.”

His face pinched at your confession. “He’s changed.”

You shook your head. “We both know that isn’t true, Chanyeol.”

His head snapped up at the sound of his name, and he stared at you like it finally hit him that you were in front of him, that you were real. The attention made you want to run–towards him. It made you want to feel those battle scar-riddled arms wrapped around you, holding you close, holding you together. The only place you felt safe in this personal hell of yours was in his arms.

“I should let him know that you’ve returned,” he said stoically, stare zeroed in on your lips.

He’s gone before you could reply.

Now truly alone, you gave into your sorrow and allowed yourself to grief.

~*~

Three days passed undisturbed.

It was as it always had been. You were resigned to your chambers, with the only contact from the outside world being the servants that came and brought you food. Until then, you were left alone with your books and thoughts.

It had been nearly two years since you were kidnapped.

Your city was overrun by vampires.

The Vampire King himself, Sehun, took base in your city. Before the invasion, your family owned a successful restaurant. When Sehun and his undead army first took over, he promised to leave your family alone if your father willingly handed you over to him. You weren’t sure why you were so unlucky to catch the eye of the vicious king, but it was said that Sehun had a taste for beautiful women, as you had been told.

Your father declined his offer.

You were hiding behind him when he did. You’d never forget the way Sehun’s eyes hardened from the rejection, but the smile never left his face. He exited the store without complaint and you were naive enough to believe that was the end of it.

Days later, you were awoken from slumber by screams. Your living room had been turned into a massacre. At the center stood death himself, Sehun, with your father in his clutches. Helplessly, you watched as your father begged you to run. Those would be his last words, as Sehun sank his unnaturally sharp canines into his throat, tearing it out like a wild feline. He turned to you, his dark eyes eerily reflecting the light of the moon, as your father’s warm blood poured down his pale chin and neck. You shivered at the sight.

“You’re mine,” he snarled. A large smile stretched his red stained lips, exposing those monstrous teeth, and all you could think was how wrong it was. He looked absolutely deranged. And you quickly found out just how much he was.

To him you were nothing more than a trophy. He never touched you, but paraded you around and forced you to watch him do heinous acts that haunted your dreams. He got off on terrifying you and breaking your spirit. Sehun was a cruel and evil man. His soul had left him upon his death, leaving him a sinister corpse.

The general of his dead armed forces, and the closest thing he had to a friend, was Chanyeol. He had fought alongside Sehun for centuries. It was a debt he felt needed to be paid, since Sehun was the one who saved him all those years ago. When you were first brought to the mansion, Sehun forced you to eat alongside his guests. That’s how Chanyeol noticed you. He saw the fear you attempted to hide and the sadness you cradled and took pity on you. So much so that he’d occasionally come to your defense whenever Sehun took things too far. You had gained someone in your corner and had no idea the extent of Chanyeol’s protection.

The initial feeling of pity warped into something else. Chanyeol began visiting you late at night–or early morning for you–to check on you and help you adjust to your new life. You resisted in the beginning. Chanyeol was just as much a vampire as Sehun, and you hadn’t gotten over your fear and distrust of their kind. But, he showed you that vampires could still cling to bits of their humanity. His vulnerability towards you lowered your guard, and he became your source of safety and comfort. The more time you spent together, the closer you became until you were falling into his arms, and he caught you with ease. 

But the longer your affair continued, the more obvious it became. After a close call where Sehun made a rare appearance in your room while Chanyeol was in it, you both decided it would be safer to end it.

Everything changed when Sehun decided he was going to make you his vampire queen. You had no idea why he was so obsessed with you. Anyone else, he would’ve grown bored and disposed of already. Sehun only viewed humans as food, so what made you so special?

Whatever his reasons, he informed Chanyeol of his plans, and he felt compelled to tell you. That news was your last straw, and you knew it was time to escape.

Chanyeol was never privy to your plans, and you were only slightly guilty about taking advantage of his trust to gain vital information to help with your escape. One day, when the sun was at its highest, you fled and never looked back.

Sadly, vampires were fast creatures with supernatural senses, and Chanyeol was the best of his kind. It only took him six months to find and bring you back.

You spent the past few days plotting. Obviously, running didn’t work. You needed a new plan.

The one forming was terrifying, but it was time to be brave. You had to face your demons head on, and had to meet them where they stood.

That night, you requested to have dinner with the king. The servant you brought it up to was as human as you. But, unlike you, her body was covered in gnarly wounds you refused to look too closely at. She never spoke, but you saw the concern and question in her expression. You gave her a reassuring nod and she left to relay your message.

Your request was accepted and the next thing you knew, you were entering the bustling dining room the size of a small home. You wore an expensive scarlet dress with a low neckline that showed off your bite-free neck. A snack in a room full of blood thirsty vampires.

The first person who caught your attention was Chanyeol. He was visibly horrified to see you there. You only held your chin higher before shifting your gaze to his left, where Sehun sat at the head of the long table.

Sehun was a magnificent sight. If it weren’t for the fact he was the embodiment of evil, you would probably mistake him for a god. Actually, he was a god–the God of Death. He wore a black tailored suit, and diamonds shimmered chaotically around his neck, wrists, and fingers despite his stillness. A simple silver crown sat crookedly atop the pile of his black locks. He radiated power.

He drank you in as hungrily as he always had, although you thought you sensed an urgency behind the movement. You attested it to being the first time you’ve graced him with your presence since your return.

“Welcome back, my queen,” he spoke after a long moment of you both staring at each other. He grinned, and it came off playful, startling you.

You caught yourself and curtsied, bowing your head in respect. “My King.”

He tilted his head, pleased with the change in your demeanor.

~*~

Chanyeol barged into your room later that night.

“Have you lost your mind?!” He asked.

“Perhaps,” you answered calmly. You were in the middle of getting ready for bed, dressed in your nightgown, brushing your hair as you sat on the edge of your mattress. 

“He still intends to turn you,” he said urgently.

“I know.”

“Then why interact with him?”

“Because I want him to.”

He took a step back, not expecting your response.

“Is that not your reason for leaving?” he asked, puzzled.

You sighed and put down the brush. Turning your head, you peered out the one window in your room, out into a world you yearned to live in. Everything you’d ever known was out there, but everything you’d ever known was dead. Yourself included.

“I’m back now,” you said, keeping your tears at bay. You were so tired of crying. “This is my fate.”

“He’ll kill you,” he confessed in a broken whisper. That drew your attention back at him. He was giving you a pleading look, imploring you to understand the severity of Sehun’s intentions.

“I don’t think he will.”

“That’s how it works!” He wailed. “If he doesn’t lose control, which Sehun has very little of, he’ll turn you into a vampire. You’ll lose your humanity.”

“You seem to not want that to happen.”

“I’m quite fond of the woman you currently are.”

That brought out bittersweet smiles from you both. You stood up and approached him. When you were close enough, you cupped one of his frozen cheeks. He leaned into your touch, holding your wrist to keep from losing your warmth.

“I’ll be fine,” you assured.

His expression grew mournful. “I’ve already lost you once.”

You caressed the skin under his eye with your thumb, as if that would wipe away his worry. “I’ll still be here, Yeol.”

“But you’ll be different.” He drew away, causing your arm to fall limply at your side. “Being a vampire changes you from a molecular level. You will be different.”

“Will it change the way I feel about you?” You dared to ask.

Your name left his lips. Again, it’s said as a warning. But, there was no strength behind it. Only a yearning so deep it pulled you towards him like the moon to the earth.

“I wouldn’t be here alive if not for you,” you said. “You’ve kept me sane, kept me human. You’re proof that being a vampire doesn’t make you inherently a monster. Will you not do the same once I’m at your level?”

Something clicked for him and he nodded with understanding. “I will try my best.”

The air charged around you, causing your body to buzz. The urge to touch him was strong. You hated to admit it, but when you left, leaving him behind was the hardest part. When he captured you, you were afraid of returning, but you couldn’t deny the relief of being back in his company. He had grown a place within your heart too large to ignore, much like him as a person. You had missed him greatly. 

Chanyeol’s jaw worked and his nostrils flared as he inhaled your want for him. His hands clenched at his sides, fighting the urge to answer your body’s call.

You didn’t want to fight it. Not when your human days were now numbered. If Chanyeol was right, and you were going to lose yourself once turned, you wanted to experience being with him while you still felt this way.

You moved close, testing his control. He remained unwavering, but you felt his approval.

“Touch me again,” he ordered.

Unable to resist such a request, you ran your hands up his tense arms, tracing the many scars embedded into them, acknowledging all the battles he’s fought. He closed his eyes and sighed in content. “You’re warm.”

You smiled sadly, but didn't verbally reply as your hands continued their journey up to his shoulders, his neck, his jaw.

You stopped there, conflicted. Boundaries were set between you both, and the last thing you wanted was to get Chanyeol in trouble. Yet, if you stayed within these walls, you would inevitably bring it to him one way or another. Especially after what you must ask of him.

“Chanyeol,” you whispered. His eyes fluttered open at the sound of your distress. Worry and desire swirled within the dark depths of his gaze.

“What is it?” He asked gruffly. 

“I….” You struggled to decide which road to take, but ultimately chose your heart’s truth. “We promised each other not to be like this, but… I can’t stop it.”

He nodded and reached for you, holding your face in his powerful hands. “It’s selfish, but I don’t want you to stop. Damn Sehun and his plans. I want you to be mine.”

He pressed his forehead to yours.

“Do you really mean that?” You asked.

“Of course,” he said fiercely. “Have I not shown you what you mean to me?”

“You have, you have.” You relented. “But…there’s another way.”

“Whatever you want. Just tell me.”

As if in answer, you lurched forward, capturing his lips with your own. He groaned and returned the kiss without hesitation, showing you his loyalty to you.

“Bite me,” you whispered into his mouth. “I want you to taste me.”

“What?” He pulled back, staring at you in disbelief.

“Please,” you begged breathlessly. “Chanyeol, please. I want you to be the one to change me.”

“Ch–Change you?” He repeated, stumbling a few steps from you.

“You said it yourself,” you reminded him. “Sehun will kill me if he does. There’s nobody else I trust to do this, nobody else I want to taste my blood. Just you. Only you, Chanyeol.”

You meant that. The thought of turning into a vampire felt less daunting if it were at the hands of your lover. You’d have this small victory over Sehun.

“He’ll kill us both,” he whispered.

“Will he?” You asked, knowing his words to be true. You knew just how territorial Sehun could be. “You do all the fighting for him. Plus, I believe you’re the only thing in this world Sehun loves.”

Chanyeol swallowed thickly. “Except you.”

“He doesn’t love me,” you corrected. “He covets me. It’s different.”

You watched as he nibbled on his bottom lip. His canines had grown long at the temptation of biting you, and you knew he was seriously contemplating your offer.

He just needed a little nudge.

“You’ve never defied him before. He’ll forgive you. I’ll make sure he will. I promise.”

“You promise?” he laughed skeptically, but you saw the panic leave his body.

“I do. I’ll protect you the same way you’ve protected me.”

He sighed and advanced towards you. His hand went to your chest, right under your neck, and he used it to shove you backwards until you pressed against a wall. A predatory look sharpened his features, reminding you of his true nature. He was a vampire, a monster, and there was no denying it with the way he focused on the vein pulsating on the side of your neck. Your heart started thumping erratically as fear consumed you.

He leaned down, sharp teeth scratched against your neck and you closed your eyes and held your breath in preparation for the pain.

Instead of the sharp ache of his teeth, you felt his tongue glide against your salty flesh before he pressed a gentle kiss to your racing pulse.

“Not tonight,” he said into your neck.

“Wha–why?” You asked in a shaky voice.

He only shook his head before nestling it against your shoulder. 

“Let me have one more night like this,” he requested. “Let me feel your warmth, and tomorrow…. Tomorrow I’ll do it.”

You lifted his head so that you could look at him. His fangs were still elongated and sharp, but they didn’t frighten you as much as they had a moment ago. 

“And then I’ll be yours forever?” You asked.

Chanyeol smiled beautifully. “For as long as I breathe.”

You matched his smile with one of your own. “Then make love to me now, Chanyeol.”

That was all the consent he needed. He kissed you urgently, wanting you so badly he didn’t even bother carrying you back to the bed. Instead, he took you roughly against the wall.

And all that mattered to you then was him. His love for you, his trust in you. His impending betrayal…all in the name of you. Tomorrow all hell would break loose and you might very well lose your life, but that didn’t matter.

Only Chanyeol.

But….

You did have a plan. And as much as you loved Chanyeol, and you really did love him, he was a pawn in your game. 

Sehun’s throne was the ultimate goal, and you had no intention of dying tomorrow or anytime soon.

You were going to be the next ruler of the vampires, and you were going to rip this coven apart from the inside out.

Starting with Chanyeol.

[spacedlexi]

sorry for randomly dumping my headcanon here but I feel like I’m going insane and need at least one other person to hear this opinion without getting jumped (transphobia sucks) and this is related to the trans headcanon post so anon ask it is

like a week ago when I was really tired I thought about how there isn’t a lot of representation for queer POC, especially when it comes to trans people. so being Black and transmasc myself a lightbulb practically lit over my head at the chance to headcanon a well-loved Black character (Louis) as trans (and transmasc at that! always felt somewhat excluded due to most people subconsciously only viewing young, white, and/or skinny characters as transmasc) and I wrote down:

“Trans Louis… his deadname was Louise and his parents were rich enough for him to buy testosterone without anyone noticing and they chalked the changes up to puberty. Either he gradually brought more and more masculine clothes and his parents didn’t care or again he brought them without anyone noticing and brought them to Ericson’s/wore them when his parents wouldn’t notice”.

that was written somewhat un-seriously because I was tired but now my brain has latched onto transmasc Kouis and I feel like I need at least one other person to see my vision or I’ll go insane.

ALSO YOU’RE SO RIGHT ABOUT VI’S WEAPON BEING A BUTCHER’S KNIFE. didn’t get it at first but when it clicked I stared at the corner of the room like a sitcom character staring at the camera when a laugh track plays after they deliver a classic zinger.

awe 🥺 come into my open arms you are safe here. i did really like way back when the transmasc louis transfem vi headcanons were a little popular. even if i didnt necessarily share them myself (but thats mostly just bc i dont headcanon a lot. i did draw them with the trans flag tho). it was cute :') and im glad it makes you so happy!! i see your Vision anon i Get It. if he could do what he did to his parents i think he could secretly buy a whole new wardrobe if he wanted dfgsdfg

and yeah butchers knife violet just reinforcing her masc lesbian vibes for me when i Realized. like oh its intentional isnt it. theres no way that girl is fem shes just a secret softie. how am i Not supposed to think shes got some gender thing going on with those layered baggy shirts and vest that hide her frame 🤨 ??

[voidselfshipp]

Not the Man you think i am.

Cw: dysphoria,issues with gender,sexism,self image issues. Talks about periods,implied homophobia. Its going to be a Long one.

Summary: Ezio has Fallen in love with a fellow assasin,Someone loyal and loving- But theres two problems. 1) the person is a Man,2) that Man holds a big secret.

>Only mutuals allowed to reblog. Word count is 8.3k ac2 has a lot of weird timeskips so sorry if you get lost along the way. I also dont write the full context for my own sanity.

The Auditore Mansion was truly something to behold. Old,not kept to the best of its condition but its cared for with love. Its finely made with the best of architecture and in its prime it had to be as beautiful as a glowing diamond.

Mario had told Ezio to come see him at his Office after buying himself some proper Gear. He did as he was told,and entered the workspace of his uncle.

The room is old,with a desk and a chair that had seen better days. Bookshelves filled with tomes and a candelabra above that illuminated the place. Theres a refined look to the walls,the creamy colored plastered on it hasnt changed...though the Windows could use some clean up.

Nearby the desk was Mario with somebody else. A Man,5'6 with pale skin and green eyes. Their hair was tied in a bun and it was both brown and gold at the underside of their head. The nape of their neck was shaven finely, an odd choice for a Man.

Well,he figured it was a Man. He dressed with a button up,a green and dark brown vest,a belt with a pouch and dark chocolate colored pants and shoes. They carried a pocket watch on their pants that was attached to their vest.

They also wore a shoulder cape. The outside was dark brown,and the inside had a pale brown color to it-Almost like dried moss.

--Ezio! Welcome back-- Mario smiled-- I want to present you Jerico Sarmiento, My protegé. You Will train with them

--Nice to meet you,Signore Sarmiento-- ezio shook the young Man's hand and smiled politely. Though theres something in his chest,a fluttering,when their gazes meet and he smiles back.

--Its nice to meet you too,Always happy to learn about Mario's family.

--Indeed-- Then,Ezio turns to his uncle-- But I told you i dont want to stay or train.

--You barely held yourself in the ambush,how can you expect to survive on the road?--Mario insisted,putting his hands on his hips-- if not for me,for your sister and mother.

Ezio sighed,considering for a moment. Yes,he has to protect his family. This might be the only chance he gets-can he really take the risk?

--Very well...--He relented-- Where would you have me start?

--Tomorrow we'll start with the basics. For now go rest-- Mario smiled,and dismissed Him with a hand-- Jerico,if you might be so kind as to taking him to his room.

--Yes,sir. This way, please-- They gesture out of the Office.

--Buona notte, uncle-- (good night) Ezio said before following the young Man out of the room.

Up the stairs they go,down the old halls. Ezio cant help but feel pity at the state of this family home,his family home. There was so much about his family he didnt know,what was the deal with his father? Why all this mess?

--So how did you end up in my uncle's care?--Ezio asked to break the silence,and to busy himself with something else.

--Oh,uh-- Jerico hesitated,their guest didnt know the whole truth. They wanted Mario to explain everything-- I saved his life,sort of.

--Now this I've got to hear.

He smiled,that charming auditore smile. It makes their heart skip a beat,especially with those gorgeous brown eyes that plead to hear what they have to say.

--He was in spain,some eight years ago. -- they shrugged,looking at the dirty Windows as they pass them by-- I was a scrappy teen then,middle class but I rarely acted like it.

--Hah,I understand the feeling. Were you a trouble maker? -- he said with this glint in his eyes.

--Kind of,yes. Didnt act how it was expected of me-- They shrug with a sly smile theyre trying to fight. Theyre just a little bashful about it.

--You are a boy,how else did they expect you to act?

Jeri had to hold back a laugh-- Nevermind. Point is I spent a lot of time out in the streets...I met your uncle then.

--What was going on?-- he asked.

How to put this into words without throwing in the whole templars and assasins thing? Its going to take them a second and for a moment Ezio thinks hes touched a delicate subject.

But then they dismiss his worries with a gesture of their hand-- Some bad men were after him,I couldnt stand the idea of injustice And the like. I threw a rock at the men,one of them got hit in the head and fell unconcious,which gave your uncle some room to fight.

--Very brave,you were...twelve then? You dont look older than twenty--The auditores had some nice genes. The now only remaining son of Giovanni looked so beautiful under the lowlight.

--Yes Im twenty,going on twenty one in september-- they smile,and his heart flutters again-- I ran after I hit the Man,but stayed around to see what happened. Your uncle beated the bad Man and found me,he congratulated me on my bravery and we simply talked. Then,he Walked me home.

--Sounds like my uncle,yes-- Ezio smiled almost proud-- But how did you end up here?

--Theres the thing,I was honest and told him about my family. Not the best bunch, my mother tried her best but she had her own terrible issues I couldnt deal with anymore. --Their voice grows softer,heavier with pain,grief and sadness-- He offered me to take me under his wing,train me just like he wants to train with you. Few days later I snuck off with what I could Carry,and left with him for italy.

Ezio raised his brows--You didnt doubt his intentions?

--I promise you that at that time I-i thought little and cared even less for the consequences. I just needed to get out of that house.

A gentle hand pressed to their shoulder,those Brown eyes of his soften and his lips purse-- Im sorry you had to go through that. Every child deserves a loving family.

--Thank you-- They stop at a certain door-- But I found my family here with your uncle and the people of Monteriggioni. Take that with you to bed,if it eases your mind.

Ezio let go of their shoulder,his warmth leaving them then-- For what is worth,im happy youre here. Buona Notte,Jerico.

--Just Jer is fine, Buenas noches Ezio--They meet his gaze even if their heart is leaping out of their throat-- Im not going to go easy on you tomorrow,so rest well. If you need anything my room is at the end of the Hall. You might need to make some noise,im quite the heavy sleeper.

He shrugged--My father is- was much the same. I suppose men are just like that. See you tomorrow-- He smiles one final time and he enters his room. Jeri doesnt even bother then and simply goes to their room with some giggles they want to hold back.

"Not going to fall for the player" they thought,insistently so. "Not at all.."

-♡-

First day of training went as you would expect. Ezio was good at learning on the fly,but he did get thrown to the ground a few times.

He shared these...looks with his opponent, these playful- Flirty? Looks whenever Jerico loomed over him in victory. And yet even winning they rarely taunted Him, their grip was soft and gentle when they helped him get to his feet.

Its so distracting he almost doesnt hear what his uncle says.

Second day,hes aware of the templars and assasins. At night ezio sneaks into Marios Office to read about what he had claimed to be "Fantasy". There was a reality,things did began to make sense in the context that templars were still around and causing trouble for everyone- Including his family.

That night,when dawn approached, he Walked out of the Office hoping to sneak back into his room.

He is not the most silent,however.

--Not as quite assasin like as id expect-- Jerico said from the top of the stairs. They were already dressed for the day.

--Dio mio!--ezio screeched,almost dropping the candle he was holding. He put a hand on his chest and said-- do you wish to give me a heart attack?

His friend sits on the handrail of the stairs and slides down like that. They then hop off the last step and walks up to him,playful green eyes look at his face and their head moves around like an inquisitive animal.

"So cute" he thought for a moment.

--Nothing of the sort. But what were you doing up?-- they look behind his shoulder to the Open door of Marios office--Ah,went to do some research?

The Man blinked at his companion,his cheeks red-- Well I had to make sure...--He cleared his throat-- What in gods name are you doing awake at this hour?

Jeri shrugged-- somebody needs to get everything set up while the princess gets her Beauty rest-- they Gently push him,and he chuckles as he returns the gesture.

--Right well you go on with that. Not a Word to Mario please?--He asked with this puppy dog look in his eyes. Hes so handsome...

--Cant make any promises,pretty boy. Now go,sleep-- they pat his arm and leave for the kitchen,which is opposite to him.

--Pretty boy?--Ezio muttered to himself with a tiny smile. He clears his throat and goes up the stairs,almost stumbling And falling all the way back down. Way to go...

Third Day, training was finished.

Jerico sat on the low wall nearby as Mario congratulated his nephew on all hes learnt. The morning was cool and fresh,it smelled of flowers and wet dirt.

The sun was shining through the cloud cover,sparse but still there.

--Well done Nipote!,you've really come into your own.-- The older Man said. (Nephew).

--I had a good oponent-- Ezio throws a Sly smile towards his friend-- but thank you,uncle, for all you have given me.-- He put a hand on his uncles shoulder and squeezed it fondly.

--Youre family!--Mario grinned--Such os my duty and my desire!.

--Im glad you had me stay-- The younger Man answered.

--Good! You've reconsidered leaving!

Ezio quickly stole a glance to Jeri,and how Pretty they looked. The sun made their hair look like roaring Fire and their eyes endless emeralds of unmeasurable value. Yet still...

--We sail for Spain in three days...--he answered,turning his back briefly to his uncle.

Jers heart squeezes,must he go? Will he need somebody to guide him through Spain?

--But nipote!--Mario insisted-- I have given you these skills that you might be better prepared to strike against our enemies...

--And if they find me,I Will-- Ezio said,Also persistent if not a little annoyed--

--You want to leave,Ezio?--The older Mans voice hardened-- To throw away everything your father fought and died for? To deny your heritage? Fine! Come Voi,Arrivederci e buona fortuna! (So be it. Goodbye and good luck)

Jerico stood up and said--Mario! Dont be like that!--They began to walk towards the pair but Mario leaves.

--Uncle! Wait-! --Ezio Turned to his friend-- Why is he so upset?

They sigh and put a hand on his shoulder,patting it--How can he not be? Vieri's been harrasing us ever since you first arrived. It makes sense I guess,he is..well..a templar.

Ezio breathed out, patting his Friends back--it never ends,does it? Ill go talk to my uncle.

Not the best of ideas but they knew how hard headed the Auditores could be. They nodd and gesture the stairs he needs to go up to exit the training area-- Good luck,Ezio.

With a smirk, the Man shrugged--Itll be fine,dont you worry signore-- He did a gesture with his hand,almost saluting them and left. It makes them smirk and shake their head,cheeks warm.

Deep down,they hope he stays...

Jerico would be called upon to accompany Mario to slay Vieri de'pazza- the Man who ambushed Ezio and his family in the road to here- in San Gimniano. They get ready,and they hope that he joins them soon enough. Wouldnt feel right otherwise.

In the end Ezio comes to them to join. And when they go for the city,he does tell Jeri to mind their self. They only give them a sassy head tilt and a wink that says "youre telling me to be careful?". He leaves to infiltrate the city,but his heart as left a piece of itself within them...for safe keeping.

-♡-

[Timeskip. Post "What Goes Around" mission where you infiltrate and kill Vieri]

Mario's men had already began to drink. After a little chat with his Uncle, Ezio joined in on the party. He finds all the soldiers on the Villa's tavern. A little old but still functioning.

But hes most happy to find Jerico sitting on the bar,alone and nursing some beer.

--Not a scratch on you,im impressed-- He sat beside them,smiling.

--I did tell you not to worry-- They shrug with a smile too-- You?

--Few bruises but its nothing more than that-- His eyes fall on the beer-- Not much for wine?

--Not really,no. I gather a Man of your social status is though.

--Whenever I can,I Will make you taste the best of wines. Youre really missing out-- He orders something,obviously wine, and returns to talking with his friend.

--When youre back from Spain,I imagine.

The way their gaze falls breaks his heart. He puts a hand on their shoulder and then moves up their trapezius to tilt their head up by the chin. His gloved hand pressed against their soft skin,the leather a smooth if not a little odd texture.

--Im staying-- he said,looking at the way their eyes widen with surprise-- Im taking up my fathers work,all of it. Including the brotherhood.

--What made you change your mind?

--Well,it would be a dishonor to my fathers legacy-- He admits,looking at that pretty face-- My mother and sister want vengeance,me too..

--Theres something else right--now he looks surprised--Its just...the way youre saying it..

--Observant little mouse-- He smiled-- Yes. Theres something else...-- In that moment his wine arrives. He raised the glass a little-- good company

--Indeed--They Grab their jug of beer and both clink their drinks toghether-- ¡Salud! (Cheers!)

--¡Salute! (Cheers!)

Both drink,and the night begins to slip away like a dream. Music and celebrating fill the air,the alcohol comes and goes and for the first time in a while that old tavern is filled with life.

Ezio and jerico spend the night talking between drinks. Laughs and stories are shared,and the world seems Kinder in that moment.

--Now that youre staying,maybe I can finally visit Trieste --They say,finishing off their jug of beer.--Mario said he would take me but hes always busy...

--Why Trieste?

--My grandma's family is from there. Now that im here I can finally go. But I didnt want to go alone.

He smiled--Well then, I hope you dont mind the company. Its dangerous to travel alone.. even for a capable Man like you!

They smile too--i wont mind.

When the night draws to a close,ezio takes jerico back home. Hes quite drunk,and he cant stop laughing at their jokes. His arm goes around them quite a few times with the pretext of safety- though jeri knew he would fall the moment a gentle breeze blew by.

Up the stairs and into the estate they go. The Man is guided to his room by his friend.

-- Good night,Bello-- He said with a Sly smile. (Handsome)

They snort and roll their eyes--Good night,Careful with the hangover tomorrow

He answers with something he must think are words but in reality is senseless,drunk slurring. They laugh,and go on their way to rest up for the night.

Hopefully they have the day off tomorrow- they imagine half of the staff Will be dealing with a hangover by the time morning comes. Which means,they might just get that perfect lazy day...

-♡-

The Next morning,Ezio had awakened with a horrible migrane. He drags himself to the dinning room to eat,his sister and mother wait for him and he greets them accordingly.

From the kitchen nearby,a gentle voices echos. Hes about to ask who it is,but Claudia(his sibling) shooshes him with a finger over her lips.

He sits and listens,a little annoyed he was told to shut up. Especially with that headache.

--Small seems the flesh.

So conditioning for the rest.

And it makes the genes matter not

Nor the skills or the worth.

That my ribs were made from another

And therefore lesser

Shuffling is heard,food is served in plates and the smell reaches the dinningroom And beyond.

--And the light from my heart.

Cuts my chest clean in half.

Half moons of sunlight,to wrap around like an arch.

Why is it the flesh that makes Us different?

That they only care for a life Bringer.

Yet our blood most shameful

And our body not our own.

We're not iron,we're not gold.

God never meant to fit us in a mold.

Cutlery and cups clink together,tea and coffee mix in the air. Its then Mario enters the room and sits beside María, Ezios mother.

--Uncle,who is singing?--Ezio asked,gaining a soft slap from his sister.

--Dont be too loud--Cautioned the elder.

All noise stops,and the singing returns.

--Does the lioness not protect her pack?

Isnt the the female mosquito that bites?

Isnt the ursine mother that protects?

And isnt the male seahorse that bears?

Its only Us that distinct between flesh and bones.

That one is better,other worse.

What matters a rib less or a rib more.

For flesh is ever changing,not a mold.

Jerico enters the room with the servants,food in trays that are set on the table. Then they sit beside Ezio and bid everyone good morning.

--Im surprised youre even awake-- they joked towards Mario.

--The Auditore constitution, tough as rocks-- He smiled.

--Mm,are you sure?--They asked,turning to the Man they were sitting beside. -- He doesnt look too good

Ezio rolled his eyes-- I always look good. --He reached for a cup of tea and sets it infront of Jerico-- for you,signore. How do you like your tea?

--Just one spoonful of sugar,please-- they cross their arms and lean with them on the table as Ezio makes their tea.

--With what treat? -- The italian Man asked.

--Just Grab me a few chocolate cookies and ill be set. Grazie,Ezio.

--Nothing to worry about,my pleasure.

Claudia and María snicker,Mario rolls his eyes playfull but watches on all amused.Breakfast goes on without a hitch,and so does the rest of the lazy day off for Jerico. Being able to lounge in their room all day is perfect.

They sit now at their bed,unwrapping the bandages that binded their breasts. They let the cloth strip fall around their naked hips and thighs that pudge out beautifully.

Anxious palms smooth over,feeling the grown hair over their legs. They sigh and flap their hands quickly, they stand up and pace around the room with the courtains drawn.

Somebody should tell Ezio the truth. God,their skin feels so unconfortable.

Would he treat them differently if he knew they were born a woman?

God please dont let him see them as another conquest. Dont make him like a lot of the men they know.- Hes kind,hes sweet...hes thoughtful and handsome please...

They dont know whats wrong, should they have been born different? Should the world change...

Jeri sits on the floor,their hands unsure what to do. They try to pick at the cool tile floor that feels awful against their skin,their body is too warm...

They curl over themself,clawing away at the bun that their hair is tied off into. Brown and gold falls over their face like a mournful veil. They slide more and more onto the floor until their chest is solemnly pressed against the tiles.

No scream comes out,their throat tight like they were trying to not vomit their heart upon the floor. Their nails press against the floor to try and break it, their toes curl and their mouth opens to show their teeth begging them to sink into something soft and tear it open.

They curl like a gargoyle, their body feels wrong. And its not because all this time Ezio thought they were a boy, its not that...

Its because nobody sees beyond their flesh. They have to hide to show who they are.

Proper ladies wear dresses.

Stand Straight.

Dont embarass us.

Quiet,mouthy child. No husband Will come with that attitude.

Stop complaining,put on that dress and go.

Youre merely a woman,what do you know of the affairs of men?

Girls cant wield weapons! Being an assasin is the work of men.

So pretty,yet such a waste.

Knocking on the door goes unheard. Who dares bother? What does the world need of them that it hasnt taken from them already?

--Jerico...--A voice called.

They curl into themselves a little more.

You want us to call you what?

Your name wont ever change. Itll be in your tombstone,dont bother.

Itll never be your name.

--Jerico..!

Itll never be your body

--Jerico!--Ezio called from the other side of the door. --Are you awake?

They slowly rise from their position,curled into themself like a baby. Their hair covering their face,green eyes barely peek through the strands of gold and brown.

With reddened knees and elbows they have to try and stand. The cold floor digs into their flesh,Caring little for their comfort. But theyre used to it, they cant remember the last time the world looked their way.

--Yes. -- they croak-- What is it?

--I...sorry I did mean to wake you but..

--What is it?--They repeat.

Like a baby deer,they push themself up with a shaking body. They have goosebumps and their hands push away their hair so they can see where the bandages fell.

Half of it is on the floor,the other sliding from their bed. They wrap it around their chest, put on some pants and opened the door with a heavy swing.

--I said...--They begin

Ezio looks surprised and worried,they look a mess.-- Bad time?

They sigh and allow their shoulders to drop in defeat.--Bad time,yes. Im just having a rough day...

--Well,i was wondering if you would like to take a walk?

Its better than rotting away in their room and hate themself into Next week. --Give me five minutes...-- they go to close the door and his foot stops the door.

--Wait! Those bandages...Are you okay?

Jerico felt something in them break. Their eyes gloss over-- Its just an injury,Ive had it for a while. Im fine.

--are you sure?

--Yeah. Its just to make sure the stitches stay firm.

--You've been doing so much with that injury?

--Ezio,I promise im fine. Let me change...

--Alright,just let me know

Jerico puts on some walking shoes,a shirt and tie up their hair back into that tight bun. Hold your chin up,dont let them see your pain. Gaze forward,untouchable,nothing can hurt you.

The door opens Gently this time,they breathe out and find Ezio leaning on the wall with his arms crossed.He doesnt smile,he does look concerned with his brown eyes soft, with genuine pity.

Its fine,its alright. Itll pass, Keep moving Keep moving.

--Are you okay?--the Man asked,walking up to him and putting a hand on their bicep.

Youre fine. Its just a temporary thing. Youre fine. Youre fine. Say that youre fine.

--No. -- their voice shakes so much just from saying it-- I dont want to dwell on it. I feel like shit...

Ezio cooed, an though hes a little awkward he brings them in for a hug. Brief,but loving. This close he senses they smell like green Apple and jasmine...

--Let me help you,then?

You dont need help

--Alright..lets get out of here.

When they both get out into the courtyard,both men walk side by side in silence. Birds fly above,wind rustles the leaves like its playing the flute.

The overgrown Grass sways in a gentle dance, dirt and gravel crunch under their steps. What else is there to say? That they want to remake their body? That they want to not be judged?

They just want to scream it in his face and tell him.

Jerico is waiting for the blow, for him to turn on them and treat them like less. Because they were born a woman,because everyone keeps telling them theyre less. So theyre waiting on him to just do It,sink his teeth and tear them appart.

--That pendant...its made of coconut Shell,right?--Ezio asked-- Its very pretty,the sun it has on it too..

They blink and look down at their necklace,they so rarely get to see it under the layers of clothes they wear. They almost forgot...

--Oh...right-- Jeri takes the pendant in their hands tracing it gently--Funny,I almost forgot what it means...

--What does it mean?

--Well,i Keep it at the height of my heart. It represents the good in me...a reminder of myself,who I am.

Ezio wrapped an arm around their shoulder and pulls them close in a gentle side hug. --I...ive seen the good work you do,how youre loyal to my uncle and the assasin cause. The world seems brighter when youre around,I hope you can always find your way back to yourself

Their eyes glaze and they squeeze the pendant in their hand. --Thats very sweet,Ezio. Thank you.

--Of course --He feels their arm wrap around his back and his head leans to press against theirs.

Both walk, and the conversation turns to softer and lighter matters. Silly stories,fun little things they find in the courtyard. By the end,it feels like hes managed to make the sun come out again.

Seeing jerico smile was all ezio needed.

-♡-

Throughout the years,Ezio has experienced some odd events surrounding his friend Jerico. How they always kept those bandages around their chest,even when they arent really injured.

--You dont want to take off those bandages?--Ezio asked as both bathed in the cool river. It was a warm day in Italy.

--Im fine,really. Theyre just comfortable

--If its because some scar-

--Its not, but I like it this way. Really,dont worry--They smile and Gently squeeze his hand under the water. Ezio nodds and smiles too.

--Va bene (alright then),--He smiled warmly,making their chest flutter.

Others were little things he could note of their appereance. For a Man that worked out and fought Jeri was tall and thin,curvier and narrow in the shoulder area. They didnt have chest hair,or a beard- Though they claimed they just shaved often- But their arms and legs were hairy.

They claimed it was a thing of genes,just like the mutation that made their hair be two different colors. That was proof enough for him to leave it alone and dont question it.

Yet one morning he finds Jerico in Claudias room talking in hushes And really close to eachother.

--Are you sure its enough?--Claudia asked.

--You have already given me so much,I appreciate it. I can handle it.--They reassured,taking her hands

It was so hard not to laugh when he asked them if they were courting his sister. They reassured him that they werent,and that Claudia had just simply done a favor for them.

Jeri didnt have the heart to tell him the truth,that it was a thing about periods and how they had forgotten to get some proper rags And padding for the menstrual blood.

Ezio couldnt understand why he felt all these emotions he was used to feeling towards women. The need to show off,the jealousy,the protectiveness.

In his confusion he asked his sweet mother for advice. He sat at her bed and held her hands with desesperation in his voice.

--Mama, tell me...is it normal to feel these things? Jerico is a Man but I get all flustered when they are around,I cant stand it when him and Claudia are laughing together and-

His mom puts a hand on his shoulder,she smiles and though her grief is far from gone she does soothe her son with only one look-- Its quite normal,your father experienced the same.

--I...thats nice to hear-- He admitted,his racing heart slowly settling,--What should I do? How do I court a Man?

María laughed and shook her head-- Its not a matter of Man or woman,you should make them feel seen and loved. Thats all. Just hear them,spend time with them. Itll take time,of course...

He nodded slowly-- Grazie mama

It began then a slow dance of awkward flirting. He would ask jeri seemingly random questions like what was their favorite flower,or animal-

Casual hang outs like horseback riding,or simply sitting as they draw in their Journal and he sharpens his blade. Love has never felt so easy to him now that he knows where to step and what to do.

But stil,there is something hes yet to figure out.

Jerico had their own separate bathroom in the mansion, many times they had to stop training out of the blue as they held their navel.

He knew his sister and mom knew,but neither would tell him. Mario would tease him about how he should have figured it out already...

Its frustrating...and even years later he was still unsure.

By 1480, his fate and search for vengeance led him to venice. He was to board a vessel with Leonardo and Jerico whom insisted to go with the intention to aid him. They packed a lot more than what was necessary...but he just chalked it up to their "always be ready" rule.

There was a slight complication, Neither him or his assasin friend had a pass to board the vessel. But he was a crafty, and lucky Man.

A woman was stranded on the rocks nearby the docks. Something about her small boat crashing- Ezio saved her,and the woman Turned out to be Caterina Sforza,the wife of a very powerful Man in italy.

The point is thats how he gets his pass for him and his friend. As the vessel leaves,Leonardo says:

--Do you know who that woman is?

--My next conquest--Ezio said with this sly grin. Jeri grumbled under their breath.

--Thats woman is Caterina Sforza-- the artist explained with urgency-- And her husband-

--Husband?!--Screeched the male assasin.

--Si,her husband is the marquis of Forlì. She is as dangerous and ruthless as she is beautiful and young. -- Leo Warned.

--Sounds like my kind of woman-- Ezio said with that air hes been carrying of smugness and arrogance.

Jerico was having none of it, however. They stomp on his foot and glare at him-- Think with your upper head,not the Lower one you animal. Dont go sticking your dick where it doesnt belong,you'll get us all in trouble...

They began to leave for the tripulation quarters to get some rest,Ezio had yelped at the pain in his foot but then he tried to call his friend back.

--Jerico! Come on...hey-!

But they didnt hear him..

--What got into them?

Leonardo had a brow raised,he wasnt blind. He could tell all ghe little stolen glances,the complicit smiles...--Be mindful of how you speak about women around them,they dont seem to like it.

--You talk as if they were jealous!--The artist looked at him intently-- Oh you have to be joking.

--I know what I saw...

Ezio dismissed his words with a wave of his hand--Jer and I are just fr-- he doesnt have the heart to say it out loud.

--Youre just what? --leo prodded like a starving animal looking for food. He would never tire if messing with Ezio.

--Theyre not jealous,ive never seen them jealous. Why would they be? Jealousy is more of a romantic thing and we- well...

--Si,si,youre very close-- Leonardo smirked-- Id suggest you get some rest too,its a bit of a trip. Then you should check in with your "friend".

It takes everything in ezio for him not to punch the artist when he makes air quotation marks on the Word "friend".

One of these days,hes sure to knock him flat on his ass.

One of these days...

-♡-

Jerico saw ezio approach,they turn their back to him and try to make themself comfortable on the hammock. They cant sleep with the swaying of the ship,what a pain in the ass.

--Jer...-- ezio said softly,putting a hand on the clasp that held the hammock aloft.

--Go away,Ezio-- They grumble,closing their eyes-- Im trying to sleep.

--No youre not...--He insisted,knowing fully well theyre just lying to his face-- What is it? Talk to me.

--How about you go talk to the Signora Sforza hm? -- they didnt mean to let their jealousy show. But it was really hard.

"Oh my god" he thought,his chest fluttering"they are jealous!" That fluttering soon makes his heart drop to his feet with utter dread. No,no he doesnt want them mad at him!.

--It was just a joke! She is a married woman and I know better than that...--He leaned closer,moving his hand to settle on his Friends bicep--Please forgive me,I was insenstive.

They sigh,a deep and long breath. --Fine. Yes. Just mind your words Next time.

--Of course,of course-- He answered--May...I join you? Your hammock seems the most stable out of the others...

Jer shuffled,a little flustered. But they do make space for him,and he lays down too.

--Ah,no way to sleep with the way this thing is moving.--He said.

--No. But its good go rest your eyes-- their voice had softened now. And their back presses against his,making him tense and his heart skip a beat.

--So long as we get to venice in one piece..--He grumbled,missing the comforts of the Villa Auditore.

--Amen...-- jer snickered, its some kind of divine justice that he suffers a little for being so spoiled.-- At least the hammocks are comfortable.

--No,theyre not.

--To you,perhaps. Anyway,good night ezio!

--Hey! Dont leave me alone! I can see you smirking!

Its going to be a long trip.

-♡-

Reaching Venezia was a relief,Jerico helped Leonardo unload his stuff and as they take a breather while sitting on one of the crates,the artist couldnt help but ask.

--Were you jealous of Caterina?

Jeri gave him a nasty,nasty glare that makes him jump. But then they recent and say-- Yes I was. Its just- God, everything would be easier if he knew..

--Knew what?

They stand up and walk closer,urging him to do the same.--I beg you you dont tell him a Word of this, please.

--My lips Are sealed.

They breathe out and put their hands together-- im...a woman. Okay? I was born a woman but I...I dont always feel like one. Sometimes I feel like a boy,sometimes neither and sometimes both. I dont want ezio to know..

--Because youre afraid he Will treat you differently?--He asked, and they nodded-- fear not my friend,I Wont tell a soul. But I understand your conondrum, you want his attention on you,romantically. Without compromising your autonomy.

Jeri nodded again-- Thank you for understanding-- they made a short pause,a little more bashful now-- I- I also have something else to ask you. Youre familiar with female anatomy?

--Yes,I am.

--Well,My period is soon to come. I would need your help with getting something or making something for the bleeding. Something that lets me move and all

Leo smiled and patted his Friends arm-- Ill see what I can do. Thank you for trusting in me-- he takes their hands-- And worry not about these subjects. Never been the one to be interested in women so I hold no such prejudices,if you know what I mean.

--I do--they give him a complicit look and a nodd. Both laugh and thats when Ezio comes in with the last few things they needed to get from the boat.

--Okay,What did I miss?--He gave Leo a nasty look, and jer giggled as both pulled away.

--Just a private chat,Ezio. Worry not. -- they reassure.

--Right. Right..--He sets down the last of the baggage and wraps an arm around Jer,pulling them to him.

Thats when their tour guide arrived,someone hired by the same family that hired Leonardo and his services as an artist. Along the way,trouble found the assasins but Ezio promised he would handle it himself.

Jerico stayed to protect and help Leonardo settle into his New workshop. It was a good way of bonding with someone of their similar kind, Someone out of the norm.

--Women are alright but..I mean men are so much better!--Leonardo said,setting his supplies on a shelf-- Strong and burly..

They laughed-- Women have their charms,you unos?--He looked over his shoulder back at them,  surprised.

--Do you...?

--Yes.

--Oh,would you look at that-- he smiled-- well I imagine they have,but they never caught my eye -- he laughed,and they did too.

--I imagine they dont-- they Grab a few of the canvas and set them up on another shelf-- I do hope Ezio wont treat me any differently when he finds out.

--I dont think he Will.

--Just...it sucks I have to hide for people to see who I truly am...-- their voice grows softer,decaying at the grief of the ruse they live with each and every day.

--It is a pity-- Leo admits,stopping What hes doing to turn towards his friend-- Not much to do at this time,but for what is worth I do think Ezio wont change his mind. I think he Will be surprised,yes, but he wont change

--I do hope so-- they pull their hands away from the canvas and smile awkwardly.

--Aw,come here you-- he walks up to them and gives them a big,big hug. They hug back and giggle-- Itll be alright,you'll see. If the glare he gave me today isnt enough of an indicator, id say hes quite whipped for you

They snicker-- Que Dios te oiga (May god hear you)

--Indeed-- He smiles-- Hey,how about you show me your art? Ive never seen something quite like the things you make. A chat,artist to artist.

They grin-- id love that.

-♡-

Ezio has been dealing with some corrupt officials, and now hes going after Emilio Barbarigo. A Man that ruled Venezia with an iron fist,very possibly a templar too. It was a good lead to start, and so Jerico agreed to stay with Leonardo in the meantime.

Which was perfect,because their period had arrived unceremoniously and they were suffering a little.

--What is it with these bloody rags?--Ezio had seen the bucket in which the menstrual rags were being washed. Jeri's face goes bright red and Leonardo has to intervene.

--Just clean up from my usual autopsies,nothing to worry about. --He smiled-- the city has agreed to give me their deceased for research just like it happened in Florenzia.

The assasin nodded--Ah,I see. Nevermind,then

Leo and Jer exchanged relieved looks, and when Ezio left the workshop, the remaining assasin let out a strained scream of embarassment.

--Its passed-- their friend tried to comfort them,patting their back.

--Im. So. Embarassed.-- Jer whined.

He could only feel bad and hold them Gently.

-♡-

When ezio called upon them to help him stop the assasination of the Doge,an important venetian official, they were stoked. By then their period had left which was all fine and dandy by them.

The Palazzo Ducale,The Doge's home and where the possible killing would take place,was heavily guarded. It took a day long  recon to find a possible place to enter from,and even then it was imposible.

But then he remembered the invention Leonardo was working on- A machine that would make humans fly. And so...that was their ticket in. It took some finaggling, a lot of Leonardo bouncing around with blueprints and having a stroke of genius in a moment of utmost frustration. But they made it work.

The machine would only Carry Ezio,but once he cleared the guards Jerico would join him.

--Hey,be careful with that thing-- jerico said,not out of concern for the machine.

--Ah,dont worry -- Ezio quipped with that charm of his. His arm brings them in for a side hug-- Im built strong.

--Yeah but we cant rebuild you like we can with this machine..

--Hm,yes-- He agreed-- But worry not my dear.

The Word dear makes their heart skip a beat--Good luck...-- they add,before grasping the neck of his robe and tugging him close for a kiss on the cheek.

He grinned and took one of their hands. He kissed their knuckles and said-- Dont worry! Ill be back in one piece,I dont want to leave all alone

Jer scoffed-- And I dont want to live in a world where youre not here with me. So you better Keep your promise!

After doing a cross over his heart he winks at them and leaves for the tower hes supposed to basically throw himself off of to reach the Palazzo Ducale. His body feels light and he cant stop smiling,and his fellow assasin is a mess of giggles and bashfulness.

-♡-

In the end,it was all for naught. By the time Ezio reached the palazzo Doge was already dying- And in the end the assasin was framed for the murder,making him the most wanted Man in all of Venezia.

As a good Assasin he hid in the shadows,Watching how the New Doge was put in place- a terrible templar. For five years he hid,Jerico his loyal companion and without them all this would have gotten the better of him a long time ago.

It was a matter of time

It had to be.

Years of knowing eachother, he must have seen some sign. You would think he would have realized,but danger and circumstance were good cover for the small things. Jericos period,showering alone and the few times the bandages got too cumbersome they were able to hide it with clothes...given they have always been on the smaller side.

It was as funny as it was frustrating.

By the time 1486 rolled around,both assasins had managed to reccuperate resources And strength. Not only that,both had found pieces of the codex of the brotherhood which meant more upgrades for their blades. Which meant a visit to Leonardo.

Leonardo recieved his Friends with Open arms and joy, he was worried about their whereabouts since they never visited. But by then The Carnavale (carnival) had rolled around-People would go around using masks and both could walk the streets safely.

Ezios mask was pretty normal, acrually it was one the artist just happened to have at hand. But Jers mask was bound to be different,at their request no less. Leo was more than happy to oblige and make a separate design.

In the end their mask is a thing of Beauty. Oval shaped,with a curling line that cut the face in two. The right side was decorated with sun and Sky Motifs, gold, cream and yellow with one big sun on the forehead with one of its sunrays falling past the eye that had a bright red,upside down lash design on the Lower part of the eye. There is another big sun by their jaw.

The other half was decorated with themes of nature. Two big sunflowers stood out first,one at the forehead and another down at the jaw area. Vines,leafs and red flowers sprawled about the dark green surface.

--Beautiful-- ezio complimented with a grin.

--Oh please it was Jericos idea.-- Leo dismissed-- go on then,try it on.

Jeri smiles and puts it on,it sits well on their face and they can easily breathe in it. -- comfy enough.

--Then we can go.--The male assasin said-- see you later,Leonardo.

--Of course!--The artist said-- be careful!

Both assasins nodd and leave for the streets of Venezia,wrapped up in the joyful carnival,ornate masks, music and revelry.

Above them the night Sky shone with the moon and stars. The air is cool and easy on the skin, it runs through the streets like a playful child, making banners and signs move to its rythm.

The streets are filled with light and life,its a beautiful thing.

Its a thing to behold.

--Think we'll have time to dance before the carnevale ls over?--They reached the brothel where their rebel friend was.

--Hopefully. -- ezio smiled-- Lets see what we can do.

Their rebel contact and thr Lady running the brothel tell the pair they Will find their templar target at the grand ball hes throwing. Issue was they would need a golden mask- And they couldnt forge one given they where numbered.

Luckily they are able to win one in a nearby congregation of eager peseants that dreamed to see what the upper class spent their nights doing. The Man orgnizing the events gave Ezio a few tests and games to play to win it. Needless to say he was to get the mask- But of course Dante and another templar were there to mess things up.

Money moved and the mask was swiftly ripped away from its rightful winner. Even as the crowd booed...

They would get in one way or another...

-♡-

Stealing the mask back was easy with the help of the brothel's girl. With some words exchanged they let jeri in as Ezios plus one.

Both hide out from Dante until their target comes out to give their speech. Once assasinated both run away and lose the guards along the way.

After Reporting to their rebel friend and Teodora,they can finally rest.

The moment Teodora suggests her girls "comfort" the man,Jerico grabs Ezio by the hand and forearm and asks him to talk alone.

In one of the spare rooms of the brothel,jerico practically drags him in. Its easy to tell theyre jealous,and he cant help but find it adorable.

--Youre jealous of the girls now?--He teased,still holding the Mans hand-- They could help you too

They rolled their eyes-- I dont care for that. -- they sigh and step a little closer,feeling the air of the nearby Windows and balcony brush past them-- I just- I told you I wanted to dance before the carnevale is over...

Ezio chuckled,taking off his mask-- hm,well what kind of fri- Man would I be If I didnt accept a dance. Especially from a young Man such as yourself

Jeri smiles,and allows him to pull them into a dance right after they take off their mask. The music outside still echoed right into that room, they both begin to move and waltz across the floor.

Silence falls, though its merely to hear the song being played. Their gazes meet and they are pulled a little closer to his chest,they let out a breathy giggle and he does the same.

Ezio spins them to then pull them right in,and he gives them that dashing smile of his. A kind,noble man- A heart of gold and brave.

Perhaps they judged him a little too fast,yes he was a ladiesman but.. just like them he was so much more.

What Irony...

Both dance across the room with ease,the steps coming naturally to them both. Their eyes lost in the others,breathing in the cool air of the night. An unspoken conversation through the waltz,hands that held eachother no matter if they were both men.

Its just a matter of having fun,leaving everything else behind. And its now jerico realizes...they should tell him now.

The song ends a few minutes later,and there the silence stays. The air is thick with expectancy,and tonight surely promises a few confessions to be made.

--Jerico i...--The Man began,moving the hand on their waist to stroke their forearm and hold their free hand-- well its hard to say,I never experienced this with a Man before...but after all these years...I- I am in love with you. And I think youre in love with me too..

--Yeah,i am in love with you--They smile-- But I have to tell you something too. Im..not who you think I am.

--I see no world where youre a templar

It makes them laugh-- not that. Its just-Im not a Man,biologically I mean.--They pull away,a little meek.

The face he makes is priceless--Come again?

--Im not a guy,never been. I sometimes feel like a Man,others a woman-- they explain shaking off their cape and loosening their Many belts-- Sometimes both,or neither.

--How...Ive known you for so long. --His face goes bright red when they undo their undershirt-- You dont need to show me.

--You have to be kidding me,youre getting embarassed now?--They smirk,wanting to cackle at the irony.

--Well- I- Its just...--He looked away.

--Look,i didnt tell you before because I was a afraid..I know and see how you treat women. And i didnt want to be another "conquest".

He turns to them with urgency,he takes their face in his hands and says-- youre so much more than that. I could never see you like that because- Because I love you.

--I love you too. But you know the Word is not kind to women. And i had to do what I needed to survive.

--Its okay,I understand. I dont blame you for it-- he reassured with a warm smile. But then things begin to click, all those little things he could never make sense of- the bloody rags,their smaller frame,the perpetual bandages around their chest-- im such an idiota! God...how didnt I realize?

--Youre a bit thick in the head-- they couldnt themself and laugh.

He feels embarassment's burn and he looks away from those eyes hes loved for so Long-- im sorry.

--Dont be,Its funny.

--Does Mario know?

--Of course...

--And my mother and sister too...-- he purses his lips and looks at them with his eyes half closed in annoyance--Oh you- Come here-- He grins and pulls them in for a kiss. They kiss back and hug his neck.

Ezio pulls jerico to him and guides them to the nearest bed. He kisses them like theyre his treasure,because they are- this kiss is just for them, loving and genuine because he just wants them...for so long he thought he wouldnt be able to be with them but he can.

Men,women or neither or both.. he Will hace them in any way.

--The nights still young-- Jeri says with a smile,hands on the Man's chest

--There are Many ways of celebrating-- He shrugged,pulling them in for a hug-- c'mere,Amore. 

Relief washed over jerico and snuggled closer,the rest of the carnavale night is spent together-Talking,laughing, nothing had to change from before. They were still the person he fell in love with,and they never stopped loving him.

[fluffypandabun]

Tickly Body positivity

AN: This wasnt a request persay! This was just an idea I had randomly and I just had to write! I hope u enjoy! (Please dont tag as ship!)

Summary: During a sleepover with two of his pals, Barnaby gets a bit self conscious of his looks. Leave it too his two pals to cheer him up!

Barnaby stared at his own reflection in the mirror, his normal happy smile morphed into a grimace as he took in his own apprence. Has he always been this....plump?

He gave a poke to his plush tummy, frown deepening at the way it squished gently at the touch. His tail tucked between his legs and he tugged down at his vest, now suddenly self consious on how it did little to cover his round tum.

Voices outside the door startled him out of his spiraling self consious thoughts, which got more audible the closer to the door they got. "Barnieee~!" Came Julies bubbly voice, the monster puppet gave a quirkly little five tapped knock, "Are you almost ready for our sleepover?"

Ah right the sleepover, in his spiral Barnaby had almost forgotten Wally and Julie was over at his home for a planned annuel sleepover, which he was supposed to be getting ready for before he had caught himself in his mirror.

He cleared his throat, "Nearly! Give me just another moment!"

There was silience at the door for a few moments and Barnaby thought the two other puppets had left, when suddenly.

"Barnie? Are you okay? You sound upset."

'Ah drats' he thought at the concern sounding tone of his little monster puppets friends voice through the door, clearly he hadnt done a good enough job at masking his unhappiness. Now he was out here worrying his friends over nothing, classic Barnaby B. Beagle.

"Barnaby?" There was Wallys cool even tone, afflicted with the same tint of concern that Julies had been. "Is something wrong?

"Nope!" Barnaby chirped, though it sounded forced even to him "Everythings A-Okay!"

Silience and then;

"Barnie...? Can we come in..?"

Oh of course Julie had to bring out her sad voice, the blue beagle could already imagine the sad big eyes she would be given him if he could see her. The neighborhoods greatest collective weakness.

"Aw, alright." he sighed. "You can come in."

There were a few whispers outside the door for a brief second before the door opened, the two smaller puppets stepping inside.

Wally wore his signature blue robe, while Julie wore a soft looking pink nightgown with a pair of butterfly socks that she most likely had "Borrowed" from Frank. Both of them wore matching looks of concern, thought Wallys was more well hiddened behind his calm half lidded eyes.

Julie didnt waste a second, hurrying over to wrap her arms around the much bigger puppets middle to the best of her abilites, tiliting her head up to rest her chin on his stomach so she could peer up at him.

"Awww Barnie! You look so dad? Whats wrong?

Barnaby couldnt tell if he really was just bad at hidding his emotions or if his friends simply knew him well enough by now to be able to read him like an open book. He assumed the latter.

He chuckled softly, reaching up a hand to gently pat the monster puppet a top her head, being mindful of her horns.

"Aww Jules, dont worry bout lil ole me, I'll be alright."

Jules gave him a pout while Wally hummed thoughtfully.

"What made you sad in the first place? Did something happen?"

There was a hint of...something...to the painters tone, something that threatned very un-nice words being spoken to whoever might have made the beagle upset.

Barnaby felt one of his fluffy ears twitch abit nervously. "Aw it was nuthin! I just caught a look in the mirror and realized that I probably needed to cut back on the hotdogs!"

He chuckled the same way he usually did when telling on of his jokes, now usually self depraicating jokes werent his style, and in fact were something he would call his friends out on, but when in doubt of what to do, tell a joke about it!

Instead of laughing like Barnaby had hoped his friends would do, they simply gave him confused looks.

"Why?" Julie asked, cocked her head to the side. "Dont you love hotdogs?"

Barnaby akwardly cleared his throat. "Well of course I do! Its just dont you think ive been looking a bit 'Overstuffed' lately?"

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say, as he only seem to dig his grave further based on the looks his two friends gave him.

"Whats wrong with that?" Julie asked, voice taking on a more thoughtful tone as she looks up at him in concern.

Barnaby quickly held up his paws, shaking his head. "Oh nothin at all of course! Its just," He sighed, "Well kid you know how it can be gettin stuck inside your own head is all."

"Aw well I dont think theres anything wrong with being plump!" Julie declared firmly, she gave Barnaby a squeeze and nuzzled her face in his fur.

"Sides!" She giggled, "It just means theres more to hug!"

"Plus" Wally hummed, appearing suddenly on Barnabys other side, the beagle had no idea how he even got there so quietly.

The yellow puppet wrapped his own arms around the blue dog puppets other side, nuzziling his cheek against his fur in the same way.

"I think it makes you very comfortable to snuggle."

Julie giggled, "Yeah! Youre friend shaped!"

"Like a teddy bear." Wally hummed thoughtfully, Julie grinned.

"A teddy beagle!"

Barnaby let out a huff of amusement, he could feel his face getting warmer and his tail begining to wag a mile a mintuie behind him at all of the genuine compliments he was recciving from his friends.

"Yeah Yeah alright you two I get it, now stop with the mushy stuff before I turn into a puddle."

Julie, however, shook her head. "Nuh uh mister! We'll stop once you admit just how adorable you are!"

Barnaby felt his face go even wamer at the thought of activly calling himself adorable out loud, he may be in the middle of getting cuddled by his two clingy friends, but he still had a reputaion to uphold people!

"N-Now I dont know about that-"

"Hey Julie." Wally suddenly spoke up nonchantly from Barnabys other side.

"Hm?"

"You know another good thing about Barnaby being plump?" He purred, voice suddenly taking on a mischvious lift that made Barnaby suddenly very suspicuous.

"Oh? And whats that?" The monster puppet asked with a smile, picking up on Wallys tone. The puppet lifted up his hands and wiggled his fingers.

"Why it means theres more to tickle of course!"

In an instant the wiggling fingers decended down upon the poor unexpecting beagle, skittering and pinching at his belly.

The comedian let out a very uncharartistic squeal at the sudden sparking ticklish sensations, flapping his hands and he tried to twist his way away from Wallys ticklish grasp"

Meanwhile Julies eyes lit up with a happy squeak. "Of course how could I forget!" She giggled, her own hands beginign to tweak gently at Barnabys belly. Causing him to snort loudly.

"HehehehEHEHy!" Y-You twohohoho cut it ouhohohoht!"

The Beagle squrimed twisting frantcially between the two mischvious puppets, stumbling backwards his legs suddenly hit the foot of his bed, sending him tumbling backwards onto it. His two little attackers quickly followed, climbing up onto the bed to sit on either side of him they began to poke, prod, and wiggle their fingers across his belly at every opening they could find.

Barnaby cackled like a madman, or well, maddog. Twisting partways onto his side in hopes of escaping the tickling fingers but it was to no avail. Those hands seemed to follow him no matter where he twisted or squirmed.

Julie giggled, "Aww, look at this belly~!" she cooed, skittering her fingers across it, giggiling harder at the silly sounds it produced from the beagle puppet.

"So full of love!"

"And giggles" Wally added in with a mischevious grin, gently kneading into the blue beagles plush tummy. Julie grinned right back at him.

"Oh of course! Lots of giggles!"

"Think we can tickle them all out?"

Julie giggled. "Oooo great idea! Lets find out!"

Barnaby was in stiches, howling with snort filled laughter. His leg kicked out like a puppies, and his tail was wagging so fast it thumped the bed loudly in a steady rythme. Not wanting to hurt his little friends he tried to keep his squirming to a minimum, his hands coming up to cover his warm beet red face.

"Guhuhuhuhys pleahehehehse! I-Im begin' yahahahahaha!"

"All you have to do is admit how adorable you are~" Julie sing songed, poking his belly with each word, causing him to squeak eachtime.

"Come on Barnie, its not that hard!" Wally chirped, "All you gotta do is say; 'I, Barnaby B. Beagle, am very adorable and sweet no matter how plump I may get!', See? Easy!"

If the beagles face could somehow get any warmer it did right then in there, he curled up further into a little ball, hiccuping now in between his silly cackles. Not one to be defeated by two puppets half his size he managed to squeak out in between hiccups.

"N-Nehehehehver!"

"Never?" Julie gasped, "Did you hear that Walls? He said never!"

"Oh I heard him alright!"

"Do you know what this means?" She giggled. "I think it means he doesnt want us to ever stop! I think he's just having too much fun!"

Wallys eyes lit up happily. "Oh! But of course! I mean just look at how much his tail is wagging!"

Julie giggled, looking down at the beagle. "Aww do you like the tickles Barnie? Do you just love em soooo much?"

Barnabys tail felt like it was gonna wag off from how fast it was going, which really didnt help prove his point as he squealed out protests in reponse, hiding his face in his hands.

Suddenly, after a few moments, the tickling stopped completly, leaving Barnaby confused and out of breath, shaking with left over giggles. Cautiously he began to remove his arm from his face when suddenly-

"Ready Walls? 1....2....3-!"

There were two twin intakes of air followed by the worrst ticklish sensations the poor beagle had ever felt spreading acorss his entire belly, he quite literally, let out a howl followed by peals of full blown belly laughter. Desperatly he banged his fist on the bed.

"OKAHAHAY! OKAHAHY! I GIHIHIHIVE! I GIHIHIHVE! UNCLE!"

Instantly the sensations came to a stop, and this time nothing else followed. Barnaby was left a giggly pile of goo, gasping for breath he struggled to control his left over titters. After a moment of composing himself he finally moved his arm from his face, he was met by two fond pairs of smiles looking down at him.

"Well~?" Wally hummed, Julie crossed her arms as if waiting expectantly. Barnaby let out a long drawn out groan, giving the two lighthearted glares. "Fiihihihne, Fine! Im...." He muttered the last part far too quiet for the two of them too hear, Jullie raised a brow, lifting up her hands to wiggle her fingers threateningly.

"What was that Barnie?"

Barnaby squeaked, holding up his paws.

"Okay okay! Take it easy! I....I said that I am....adorable.."

"And sweet?"

".....And sweet..."

"Annnnd the most ticklish puppet in the neighborhood?"

"Wha-Hey!" Barnaby spluttered, fully sitting up on the bed.

"Im not saying that! Its not even true and you know that!" He gave Julie a playful poke in her side, causing her to jump and squeak out a giggle.

Wally snorted softly at that, until Barnaby also gave him a poke to the ribs, or where ribs would be, causing him to yelp and nearly tumble off the bed.

"Wha- Hey!"

Barnaby chuckled, wrapping an arm around each of the smaller puppets and tugging them down to lay beside him, earing him twin yelps of suprise. The two puppets squirmed a bit, but after realizing that the beagle wasnt going to do anything they quickly relaxed and snuggled against his side. Barnaby opened and eye to peer at them and chuckled.

"Dont think you two are off the hook, I'm too tired to get you back now but there will be no mercy come morning."

Wallys face went red while Julie giggled excitedly, she rested her head on the beagles chest.

"Did you really mean it when you said you were adorable?"

Barnaby gave her a fond smile, "Yeah yeah I meant it."

The beagle found himself suprised that what came out of his mouth was actually true, he did belive he was adorable. So what if he was plump in the tum? It just made him more comfortable to hug!

Julie positivly beamed at him, nuzziling her face against his chest.

"Good! Now hush. im tired, its sleepy time."

Barnaby rose a brow. "Oh youre tired?"

"Hush!"

The beagle chuckled softly, closing his eyes and letting out a content sigh as he friends snuggled closer to him.

"....Wait guys i never did actually get to change into my pjs...guys?....Guys?....Nevermind..."

[43sol]

Sis wrote the most crack, most spelling-error, most uninformed oneshot of T&B that is somehow in-character and awful and I cried real tears of horror and joy. My heart is full right now. imma draw a Most Serious comic of this.

~~~~

Baranby opens his texting app fully expecting that the old  man was having another crisis only to be pleasantly surprised at the content of the messages. 

---

The rapid fire rate of incoming  texts could only mean one person was the sender. 

Hey Bunny-chan!!!~  (^_-)-☆

Crazy week right??! ( ༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ ) 

Well i dont know bout you but i want to kick back and have soem FUn 

And guess what?

And he supposes at this point Kotestu had wanted him to guess but he didn’t answer in the appropriate time alloted and grew impatient. 

Director got me some coupons to a fancy restaurant

And since we still havnet gotten our drinks yet 

Meet me friday at this location!! ∩(·ω·)∩

An address pops into his maps. 

Dont forget to dress up! (≧∇≦)/

—-

Barnaby should have known that something was up when the old man told him to dress up but he was too distracted by the butterflies in his stomach and the heat in his cheeks to think clearly. And by the time Friday rolled around, he had already arrived 20 minutes early dressed in his nines when reality finally began to sober him up. 

He can’t believe he wasted the suit that (as Fire Embelm put it) “made his ass extra phat” on this place. 

He stands there a little too long slack-jawed that Kotetsu actually finds him outside the restaurant. 

“Hey Bunny-chan!” he says in a way that makes Baranby’s heart flutter but also gives him the urge to wrap his hands around that thick sturdy neck, “glad you could make it!”

And there he is. Dressed in his normal clothes.

“I thought you said to dress fancy?” 

“Uh yeah, see?” He does a little twirl and tips his cap forward. “I got my shirt ironed.”

“Old man-” but before he could finish he is ushered inside and they are seated in ‘the best seat in the house’ because oh god Kotestsu actually made a reservation. 

This establishment  is a place Baranby never thought he would in a million years find himself in. But since meeting Wild Tiger, these event have been happening more and more often. 

Looking around the Texas-style decor, the waiters in cowboy outfits and just so much bovine memorabilia…

“This is Tyson Bison Steakhouse and Winery.”

“Yeah super fancy right?!” 

“It’s a franchise.”

“A fancy franchise!”

“There is a cardboard cut out of Tyson Bison behind you.”

“ It’s like having our friends here but not!”

Obviously nothing could ruin the good mood for Kotetsu T Karuragi. Who has seduced not one, but two people in his life with his buffoonary. 

“Whatever.” 

“That’s the spirit! And don’t worry,” he takes the coupons out of his vest and fans himself with them like a rich old lady, “Dinner’s on me!”

—-

Ok. The food wasn’t horrible. 

And the company wasn’t either. 

Maybe he was even enjoying himself? Maybe Kotetsu-san really did have good ideas sometimes. They needed some time to let loose. What was a better place no one would bother them than the franchise chain one of their friends/coworkers sponsors?

And then the check came. 

Kotetsu, in total confidence, hands the cowboy-waiter his coupons with a smile and a wink. The cowboy-waiter is not impressed. 

“Sir, these coupons are good for a free appetizer. I still need your payment information.” 

Wild Tiger laughs nervously. 

Barnaby starts to feel his blood pressure rise. 

“But you see my buddy, the DIRECTOR OF JUSTICE, gave these to me. For a meal here!”

“Yes and the coupons are good for an appetizer.” 

“I don’t see that written here.”

“Please look at the fine print sir.” 

Oh course the old man’s downfall was him being …well old. 

Barnaby decides to throw him a bone especially since the dinner wasn’t that bad. He pulls out his credit card only to be stopped by Tiger grabbing his wrist. 

“I can’t let you do that Bunny. I’m treatin’ ya today.” 

He scoffs. “You didn’t bring enough money old man, I’ll pay.” 

“No I am.” 

“an d how are you going to do that?” 

Kotetsu points to the cardboard cut out behind him. “That’s how.”

“You can’t be serious” 

“You can’t be serious sir”

“I’m very serious Bunny. The sign says if I can finish a 35 ib steak in 20 mins the meal is free.” Kotetsu turns to the waiter, “So bring me my steak!”

“Sir please.”

“Kotetsu san please, this is ridiculous.”

But Kotetsu already is re seated, tying a bib around his neck, fork and knife ready. 

“Bring me my steak!” 

With much horror, Sternbuild’s number one hero watches as the wait staff bring out a massive steak to his waiting partner and a large comically hourglass. 

The original cowboy-waiter looks like he wants to be anywhere but here. But regardless he does his job, “Begin!” 

And Kotetsu shoves the steak into his mouth.

Which lasts about 20 seconds.

Barnaby watches in horror as his work partner and life buddy makes the universal sign for choking and falls to the restaurant floor. 

Diners begin screaming and the wait staff begin scrambling to call the ambulance. 

Barnaby himself falls to the floor next to Tiger’s side as the love of his life gasps and spits out steak chunks. 

Once the coughing subsides, Barnaby can make out a raspy (but sexy) words, “I’m sorry Bunny-chan… I just wanted… to show you a good time…”

“Old man, you’re so stupid…” He would of had fun regardless of where they were. 

Still coughing but able to sit up, “Next time… you choose the place!” 

Barnaby couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“We will waive your bill if you leave now.” Both of the heroes turn to see the original cowboy-waiter behind them, “and if you two never come back we won’t press charges.”  

[feralshadowdemon]

HELLO

ivan, chuuya, fukuchi, tetchou, AAAAND

yosano

HELLO!!!!!!!!! THIS IS GOING TO BE LONG ivan goncharov first impression: oh how did fyodor fuck you up (did not know/realize he was lobotomized either) impression now: ohh he's my silly. his english dub voice gives me gender envy. i like his eyes. he is weirdly a well-written lobotomized guy. i looked into actual lobotomy for you favorite moment: his entire fight scene was good and more people should talk about it. signed yours truly me idea for a story: primarily? a general character study, however, - bubble bath. it is a character study with him and shibusawa. not set in canon - highschool au. he deserves to be a normal highschool student. he would swear a sweater vest. i will die on this hill unpopular opinion: his character is really fucking good and yes his ability's name is on the nose but i hope we see him again. i don't like shipping him in canon though bc he can't. Consent. Fyovan should not exist. also i think more people should be paying attention to the bsd side characters favorite relationship: shibuvan/shibusawa x ivan and you know it. my #1 comfort ship in my heart. they are so cute <3 favorite headcanon: he has tics and freckles. also sometimes i like making him trans the others are below v

chuuya nakahara first impression: oh he's cool impression now: I WANT TO BE YOU YOUR CHARACTER IS SO COOL GIVE ME YOUR GENDER YOUR CHARACTER SCRATCHES MY BRAIN YOUR ABILITY IS SO COOL. I AM NOT NORMAL. favorite moment: THE HELICOPTER SCENE OH MY GODD idea for a story: i have many! - hirotsu visits him during a stormy night and he's suffering w chronic pains but hirotsu gets him his meds. they get to talk a little. they are silly to me - summer camp au w dazai they are at war constantly - i have too many, but to briefly summarize the rest: fan dancer and kitsune au, meiji era/period au, chuuya and kouyou fic/character study, there will be more after i read stormbringer unpopular opinion: he probably doesn't have anger issues. might just be agitated easily or because of dazai. also people need to stop getting his character soo wrong because the amount of mischaracterization that surrounds that man is NOT funny favorite relationship: people sleep on his and hirotsu's possible dynamic. next one is well. okay. it's obvious, but soukoku, i just like their dynamic whether it's romantic or not. absolute menaces. shoutout to kunichuuzai also, but i honestly cannot ship that man all the time. bonus platonic relationships i really like is the idea of tetchou and chuuya becoming good fucking friends. let chuuya have so many friends to make up for the ones he's lost favorite headcanon(s): freckles chuuya, lightning scars chuuya, nonbinary chuuya (i dont use they/them for them all the time but i am a believer in it), chronic pains, autistic, metal/rock (the song genre) lover, sanrio and ocean life special interest, also demisexual/demiromantic !! sorry they have the most. favoritism is showing fukuchi ochi

first impression: oh doesn't he kill everybody's faves. meh impression now: YOUR CHARACTER AND WRITING IS SO OVERLOOKED. YOU ARE DAD MATERIAL AND THAT SCARES ME BUT IM ALSO :D ABOUT IT favorite moment: the entire fucking fight he has with atsushi and akutagawa. you don't understand he was both terrifying and also that gave me an actual adrenaline rush once i watched it in the anime. the music was so good. also the scene w aya !! idea for a story: the main one is a fukufuku fic where it goes through how overtime, fukuzawa in fukuchi's eyes is more like a wolf than a human being. it's his way of making it hurt less when he has to hurt him. i cant remember any others, but i hope there will be more unpopular opinion: can the fandom not hate on him so much lmao i dont mind seeing people dislike him that's valid but like. give him a chance i swear. he also can be trusted with children favorite relationship: him and fukuzawa's (romantically or platonically idrc). holy shit. holy shit. holy shi- also bonus shoutout to him and ranpo's!! it is not shown a lot but augh. of course i love his relationship with the hunting dogs too but fukufuku sits at the top favorite headcanon: hm. i can't think of any rn tetchou suehiro

first impression: AUTISTIC impression now: AUTISTIC favorite moment: them and kenji's fight >>>>> idea for a story: they are a samurai and they meet jouno along the way. they stay with fukuchi after having a rough run-in with an innkeeper and some people who are after them. they smell like blossoms unpopular opinion: i wish people wrote them beating up people more they're literally one of the strongest characters (physically specifically) of bsd favorite relationship: them and jouno's is peak favorite headcanon: asexual and nonbinary tetchou for the win. my most favorite one of all time though is them being half-taiwanese :] akiko yosano (surprise???)

first impression: please be well written. impression now: she is so cool!! i wish she had more screentime but oh my god she is so cool <33333 she is fun in the manga and i love her so much favorite moment: her backstory i wanna say. we don't get too much content of her but damn her backstory hits hard. it adds so much to her character and i love her a lot idea for a story: she and fukuzawa go shopping together. i think she also deserves some fics w fukuzawa. they have a fun time !! unpopular opinion: not a fan of kousano favorite relationship: her and ranpo's. siblings your honor, absolute siblings, ALSO THAT ONE SCENE IN HER BACKSTORY WHERE HE KNEELS DOWN TO HER AND SHES CRYING AND SJJSDHHFBBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA favorite headcanon: aro/ace yosano is cool. very cool. aro/ace yosano.? holds her out to you. Consider

[xtrablak674]

[Originally posted on my Livejournal, Saturday July 22, 2000 at 1:53 pm, unedited]

chatting with bluest - part 01

Trevorbrownart: oops

Trevorbrownart: had this buddy list closed

Trevorbrownart: whats his face was on this list....

Bluest0: ok. you got it

Trevorbrownart: even thought I took him off i still had it collapsed

Bluest0: ohhh what's his face

Trevorbrownart: yes whats his face

Bluest0: at least you have a what's his face

Bluest0: i haven't even ben interested in getting one in over a year

Trevorbrownart: i dont have a whats his face anymore

Trevorbrownart: thats over

Bluest0: i know, other fish in the sea, sharks in the water, guppies in the bowl

Trevorbrownart: i have cats.

i think i will stick to pussy

Bluest0: oh god!

Bluest0: why didn't you write another issue of Fashion FAG

Bluest0: i may start doing that 2 by the way

Bluest0: tired of men

Trevorbrownart: well there was the unpublished issue which was the last issue

Trevorbrownart: FFM is supposed to be online now

Bluest0: as partners that is... they lie to much when motivated by sex

Bluest0: i checked it out

Bluest0: i saw the story about you getting fired... interesting

Trevorbrownart: there a few new pieces, but not a consolidated issue

Trevorbrownart: yes that was an interesting story

Trevorbrownart: i have a lot more content from the offline version that I have not put on line yet

Bluest0: oh ok, did you finish the escort story?

Trevorbrownart: nope :)

Trevorbrownart: alot of people are pissed about that

Bluest0: i'm just mad ...

Trevorbrownart: i have to put the old installations on the web

Trevorbrownart: i dragged that story out very deliberately

Bluest0: i know you did... it's a good read and really interesting... and you're originally from Peekskill? how long in brooklyn

Trevorbrownart: well there were many stops before brooklyn

Trevorbrownart: bronx for 6 to 7 years

ithaca for 2 years

then to brooklyn

Trevorbrownart: and europe for 4 months

Bluest0: you lived in ITHACA ... ok, i can see Europe, do you have relatives in Ithaca, how did that happen.. where in Europe, i lived in Germany 2 years

Trevorbrownart: went to college in ithaca

Bluest0: perfect sense made

Bluest0: how do you expose so much of yourself on the web, i do occasionally, but then i take it back by deleting it.

Bluest0: or hiding it somewhere

Bluest0: don't know why i give a crap what people think, mostly i don't some i do

Trevorbrownart: no one knows its there unless they are lookig

Bluest0: and this is all under a false name, Bluest is from Toni Morrison's The Bluest Eyes

Bluest0: true

Trevorbrownart: but fashion fag magazine the offline version was just like that

Trevorbrownart: i called it a public diary

Trevorbrownart: unedited raw emotions

Trevorbrownart: for the public

Trevorbrownart: everyone knows who i am. i dont try to hide it

Trevorbrownart: trevorbrown online.com :)

Trevorbrownart: name is right there

Trevorbrownart: who would i be hiding from?

Trevorbrownart: myself?

Bluest0: that is a very good and free policy... good question

[Afterword: This is just the first part of the discussion that Bluest and I had, I thought I would break it up into smaller parts so I could reply to what was written a bit more succinctly.

As I did my yoga I remembered a couple of things that I failed to mention in my first draft, both Bluest and I based our screen names off of literary masters, her's Toni Morrison mines James Earl Hardy. I think perfect choices, hers a Black woman, mines a gay Black man, authors who reflect us as much as humanly possible and talk about issues relevant to our own identities.

Secondly, I am not sure if I ever went to visits Bluest's blog, I may have briefly back in the day, but I don't recall taking a vested interest in her writings as she was in mines. Now just because someone has an interest in your work doesn't mean you have to have a mutual attraction. Generally speaking I am usually interacting more with men than women on the internets and that has to do with my attraction to men, not a dislike of women. But true to her world Bluest has deleted her blog, so I can't even see what I was missing.

The thing that is first very amusing to me is I say "whats his face" and Bluest knows exactly who I am talking about, it was Tony who before we became friends I dated, yes spoilers.

I am looking back twenty-four years, but I think its important to stay cognitive of what happened later. All this turmoil between Tony and me lead to a friendship that lasted over a decade. It was surprising actually reviewing these old journal entries because that relationship seems so far away.

The question about Fashion Fag is a very relevant one, it speaks to a general trend with me and writing. I go through phases where I am hard core about it, then I go through cooling-off periods where I don't write a word. FFM was covering a lot of emotional material which as Bluest later says I was sharing very intimate items about myself in a very public forum, something that even to this day I don't really have much of an issue with.

Stories like Boys of Summer started more as click-bait, before that was a thing, I knew folks were very fascinated about my brief time as a sex-worker and I knew it would be interesting to recount those adventures while they were fresh in my head. But I only had two clients, one I didn't even perform with, it would have been a very anti-climatic end because there wasn't really more story other than the initial thrill.

There was also a surprise for me, I didn't realize I had written about the events around my short-lived dotcom job, so I would be interested in digging that up and taking a peek. This may mean pulling the files of the actual site to review the text.

My goddess this is so clearly before internet scamming was a big thing, we're talking about where I lived all my previous addresses, things that the identity thieves would love to know about. But to be clear this is Internet 1.0, before we began paving the way to H - E - Double Hockey Sticks.

I love how aware Bluest was of what she was doing at the time and how potentially exposing it could be, I had no such reservations at the time, and still now generally don't, albeit I attempt to be more discreet about personal details for all the aforementioned reasons.

My last question is a good one, who would I be hiding from? I have repeatedly called myself a truth-teller, this has been a theme throughout my life. I didn't just go around telling on other people, I started clearly with myself first. If you can't get to the root of who you are, and why you do the things that you do, how can you focus a lens on others?

My early writings and continued missives are always a journey of self-exploration and examination. I am a person who doesn't take themselves lightly, I have contemplated and considered most aspects of who I am, which is why I give heat to anyone who questions my agency. If I have explored the depths of my traumas and pains, who are you to come along and give me a five minute unsolicited analysis. I am open to those who come with genuine energy, but I will readily get someone all the way together if they are coming for me, especially if they haven't done an accounting of their own house.]

[Photo by Brown Estate]

[livinglifeonpause]

BP Misson 2

alright, starting with... .............................................................................................................................. LOVE KILLA SEOK MATTHEW (22 5'7")/P/P/P/P - i dont really like this performance for him [also, you dont get to pick to be the leader then bitch about it] [also, also! you dont get to complain ppl treat you like a baby, but then want someone to baby you and tell you it'll be alright!..... i wonder if thats why he and gunwookie get on so well.] Like he's still so sparkle bubble gum in this. KIM JI WOONG (25, 5'10)/P/P/P/P - have I mentioned that he's pretty yet? ... he does have good stage presence KIM GYU VIN (20, 6'0")/F/P/F/F SEO WON (23 5'7")/F/F/F/P - he has a cute smile tho. i dont enjoy his vocal color, but he was stable

EWWWWWWWWWWW, why did that kid win? Ppl think he's pretty must be. He's not. and he's not good either.

Lets be clear. KIM GYU VIN (20, 6'0") is not a good singer, not a good dancer, not a great visual, but he is FUNNY AF. He's a little weirdo in all ZB1 reality shows, and I've REALLY warmed up to him.

SEOK MATTHEW (22 5'7") this kids got alot of anxieties huh? .............................................................................................................................. FEEL SPECIAL CHA WOONG KI (22, 5'8")/F/F/F/F ZHANG SHUAI BO (22, 6'0")/P/F/F/F - he looks like a baby Hyukie from Vixx LEE DONG GUN (19, 5'10")/F/F/F/F CAI JIN XIN (20, 6'2")/F/F/F/F why can't they just bring the effing key down if none of them can hit it? liiiiiiike ?

They did Queen Jihyo dirty. .............................................................................................................................. HOME JAY CHANG (23, 5'9")/P/P/P/P - I'm just sayin, brown haired Jay >>> omfg, Jay's look straight to camera killed me. How does anyone possibly not love this kid. But why did he pick tHIS song tho? Like for realsies. (omfg, he is SO fucking cute comforting knock off hansol!!) YOO SEUNG EON (20, 5'10")/F/P/F/F Liiiike, he hit the note, but i dont loooove his voice DANG HONG HAI (20, 5'11")/F/F/F/F - knock off Hansol NEEDS to go bro. YOON JONG WOO (24, 5'9")/F/P/P/P JI YUN SEO (19, 6'0")/F/P/P/F of COURSE no one can replicate DK's falsetto. I've been raving about that shit for years.

YOO SEUNG EON (20, 5'10") I like this kid, man!

This was horrible. They left all the boring choreography and no one was even interesting. [but goddamn, Jay is fucking pretty] .............................................................................................................................. BUTTERFLY CHEN KUAN JUI (23, 5'9")/F/F/F/F LIM JUN SEO (19, 5'10")/F/F/F/F - what the fuck are you even talking about? you picked this song so you could improve??? NAUR. CONG (23, 5'8")/P/P/F/F BRIAN (22, 6'1")/F/F/F/F

.............................................................................................................................. GANG KUM JUN HYEON (22, 5'11")/F/P/P/F - this kid do too much LEE SEUNG HWAN (24, 5'10")/P/P/P/P - silver pants was fine MUN JUNG HYUN (19, 6'0")/F/P/F/P - silver jacket is a nice little dancer, but his vocal is meh. passable. [I lied, failing him] LEE JEONG HYEON (22, 6'1")/F/P/F/F - black puffy vest? NAUR. CHEN JIAN YU (26, 5'10")/P/?/F/F KUM JUN HYEON (22, 5'11") - he's a fucking moody ass kid huh?

know why I like KUM JUN HYEON (22, 5'11") this kid? Cause when he didn't win, his first emotion was disappointment. Not fake "so happy for the kid who won" bs that other losers do. .............................................................................................................................. ZOOM KEITA (23, 5'5")/F/F/P/P HARUTO (19, 5'7")/F/P/P/P OLLIE (18, 6'0")/F/F/F/F - yellow head band makes my face go ehhhheck. like honesty eeeeeechk. he's so off sync and sounds so out of place. like NONE of it is good. WUMUTI (25, 5'9")/P/F/F/F - oh i forgot this bitch was in this again! not gonna lie. Love his little Wumu-ti-ti-ti PARK HYUN BEEN (19, 5'10")/F/P/F/P - like, the red letter jacket was fine. not good. just fine.

PARK HYUN BEEN (19, 5'10") - this kid is so endearing!

KEITA (23, 5'5") - trainer bitch goes "I love Keitaaaaa" HAAAA! And trainer bitch boy goes "he's never been unstable" SO WHY DID HE NOT MAKE IT INTO THE FINALE MNET! judges musta been pissed.

awwww, PARK HYUN BEEN (19, 5'10") - baby forgot the lyrics during practice! I still love him though!! I really do want this kid on my team!! .............................................................................................................................. LAW HAN YU JIN (17, 5'10")/F/P/P/P PARK HAN BIN (22, 5'9")/F/P/P/P - nose scar might do too much, but im not really mad WANG ZI HAO (23, 5'10)/F/P/F/P ooooh, look how low that bitch got on the floor! NA KAMDEN (23, 6'0")/F/P/F/P LEE YE DAM (21, 5'5")/F/P/P/P - eye scar has stage presence man!

Love that it shows them all fucking sweaty with no context for why they're like that.

I mean, that wasn't anything I enjoyed. But they all did fine. whatever i guess.

NA KAMDEN (23, 6'0") always looks salty for no good reason

please stop focusing on HAN YU JIN (17, 5'10") so damn much. I just dont care about him.

.............................................................................................................................. RUSH HOUR RICKY (20, 6'0")/F/F/F/F TAKUTO (16, 5'5")/F/F/F/F - the squeaking sound effects got me. - facts though, this little glitter ass bitch cries way too fucking much. bitch, you are 16. not 8. grow tf up. HIROTO (22, 5'9")/F/F/F/F MA JING XIANG (20, 6'2")/F/F/F/F - MNet edit? Or asshole? ... Oh. He's bad. [I cant wait until the next leader guy puts this asshole in his place] OH SUNG MIN (23, 5'11")/P/F/P/F - awwwwwww, him comforting the baby

(omfgggggg, how many are there?)

Naurrrrrrrrrr. Naurrrrrrrr. All fail.

.............................................................................................................................. MAN IN LOVE KIM TAE RAE (22, 5'8")/F/P/P/F - not really a fan of his voice. like it's not 100% clear? but the gays (and Kim Chi) loooove him JUNG MIN GYU (24, 6'1")/F/F/F/F - he just LOOKS like he'd be a loud ass kid. ... oh honey. this path isn't for you. LEE DONG YEOL (25, 5'9")/F/F/F/P - he's the only one getting a P CHOI WOO JIN (19, 5'7")/P/P/F/F

.............................................................................................................................. LIMOUSINE ANTHONNY (20, 5'8")/F/P/F/F KRYSTIAN (24, 5'10")/P/?/F/F PARK JI HOO (18, 5'9")/F/F/F/F

i. am. bored. .............................................................................................................................. NOT SPRING LOVE LEE DA EUL (20 5'7")/F/F/F/F BAK DO HA (21, 5'11")/F/F/F/F JEONG I CHAN (23, 5'10")/P/F/F/F (please, no moreee.... I begg....)

I liked High4. Sunggu was a unique vocal. .............................................................................................................................. TOMBOY SUNG HAN BIN (23, 5'10")/P/P/F/P ZHANG HAO (24, 5'11")/F/P/P/P HUI (31, 5'7")/P/P/P/P - okay, now I dont know this song, but what high notes are there for Hui? He's gonna adlib and it's gonna sound gross. omfg, who dressed him for this? he looks like an idiot. PARK GUN WOOK (19, 6'0")/P/P/P/P --like. is he cute or not? I really can't tell. [omfg, YES! He's gorgeous!] yaaaaaaas Gunwookie vocals! and growly vocals! SUNG HAN BIN (23, 5'10") is a kniving little cunt. He didnt like Hui's version, he only voted for him so Hao wouldn't have 2. gross ass bitch.

WAIT, why's Bobby there? And why does he have a teddy bear on his arm? And where's his kid??

Fuck MNet for making them change the gender. In practice Hui said BOY but on stage he gotta sing GIRL. Fuck that, All Pass. Good job kids.

ZHANG HAO (24, 5'11") gets first place and first fucking thing bitch cunt SUNG HAN BIN (23, 5'10") says is "I'm so jealous." Stay the fuck away from him Zhang Hao. Bitch is evil.

.............................................................................................................................. Only 28 will survive! 23 get chopped.

[sugarfeemaster]

Ramona Flowers- Bruce Yamada

Scott Pilgrim- Vance Hopper

~~~~ Monday, October 16th

Its 6:40 in the morning.. school starts at 8 and the bus I take comes at 7:40 but here I am. Dressed, freshened up, and waiting. I mean what's the possibility he taking morning shift- I nodded a bit off to sleep but.. [there he was again. He zoomed pass me in the mall? Who cares about scenery. He boardslide down the escalator rail and rolled into a store. I darted down the escalator trying to keep up with him. When I did, he was standing infront of a door.. My front door??] *Ring* I sprung up from the kitchen table, wiping the sleep from my eyes and darted towards the door.

There he is.. in all of his glory. His hair was more proper and had on less formal clothing.. brown baggy pants, untucked button up, red sweater vest, dark brown bomber jacket, and a mail delivery satchel. "This is so surreal" I muttered. "Uh hey Lord of the rings guy. Are you.. Griffins Stagg?" Bruce read off the package. "No it's, uh, Vance Hopper. Griffin is my nerdy little brother" "Oh, well good running into you, enjoy your novel." He handed Vance the package and dropped his skateboard.

"W-Wait!" Bruce pause and look back at me. "Aren't you the dude in my dreams?" "Thought we went over this already?" Bruce replied. "So you know! Isn't that strange?" Bruce shook his head no. "There's just a really convenient subspace highway in your head. It's like three miles in 15 seconds." I gave him a blank stare. "It this something they dont teach you in American schools?" "Im from France actually.. I gotta fairly obvious accent? Just elaborate I just woke up" I tried to play it cool. "Okay so it's like.. rapid transit? Subspace highways?" I thought of how to relate to it for more conversation

".. like when you hit the walls in pac-man to go on the other side of the maze?" "Ummm no, it's really nothing like pac-man" I let out a small 'oh'. Its too late to slam the door in his face and order another book. "Crap, thanks for stoppin me. You gotta sign this and I gotta go." Bruce took out a clip board and pen from his mail bag. I leaned against the door frame and crossed my arms "But if I sign you'll leave~" I flirted "Im still on the clock handsome, a good face aint that worth losing my job" he chuckled. Driving me crazy "It's not my fault technically. You skateboard through my head, literally. So that's why im fuckin obsessed with you, the least ya could do is let me go out with you"

He blankly stares at me biting the pen.. way to fuck shit up Vance. Now he thinks you're some low-life stalker "I didn't say obsessed, your obsessed.. with my headspace subway" How am I this much of a fuckin loser. I got the looks all I had to do was flirt, now I gotta skip school to blow my brains out. "I totally race around in your mind all day huh doll? Whatever helps you sleep at night and sign this clipboard" I took the clipboard and he gave me the pen. What if he's into losers "So.. four o'clock?" I signed my name.

"Make that six, I got baseball practice. Meet me at the field." "Heh.. how could I forget. Im alright with that" I handed him the clipboard and pen. I watched him skateboard down the street till he turned down a block. "And when you get back home from your daye with whore boy, I'm expecting you to bring me back some twizzlers. Red not black" "You sneaky little rat!" I turned to face Griff. "(Boys settled down.. im still tired)" we looked towards the couch. "(Sorry mama)"

I was working on this AU during the summer on wattpad 👀

[fantasticalchaos]

Host Club🍹| Hakkitober #3

Synopsis: The Hakkafe has fallen into hard times 😔

AN: I will admit right here and now that I am NOT knowledgeable in the topic of host clubs. I did a bit of research, but I can’t garuntee that this will be accurately and sincerely apologize in a advance 🙇‍♀️. And while I do know OHSHC, it’s also very small. Additionally, this really isn’t my best work (imo) as I technically left this open ended. Think of it more like a prologue of a dating sim of some sort where you select which route you wanna choose. THIS CAN ALSO BE READ AS PLATONIC AS WELL! Thank you for reading!

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“HAKKITOS!!!” Hakka cried out, causing the flock of birds within the guild meeting room to bring their eyes up to their leader.

“LISTEN UP!!! WE HAVE BAD NEWS!!!”

In a instant, panicked glances, whispers, and shouts filled the room.

“What’s going on?!?”

“BAD NEWS?!? OH NO!!”

“Please sir, spare us!!! DONT SEND US TO THE BLENDER!!!”

“Fuck- aight who left out our realistic props again?”

“WHATEVER HAPPENS, WE’RE WITH YOU!!!”

“HAKKITOS! HAKKITOS!! ORDER IN THE COURT!” Hakka cried out once more, shaking his hands around as the noise began to die down.

As a smug smile appears on his face for his loyal birds, he faked a cough and put on his serious voice.

“Hakkitos…” The man started “we are currently going through a tough time. I was told by the other boys that the Hakkafe is slowly down in its popularity and money. If we don’t fix this by the end of this month, we are in BIG trouble!”

Lots is whispers scattered around the room, discussing about the matter privately with their fellow bird workers. And far out of earshot where Hakka could hear them. One Hakkito leaned to another.

“Shit, we’re not gonna get paid…”

In response, their co-worker squints their eyes as they returned the look as they furrows their eyebrows, and strains their mouth.

“THAT BOI NEVER EVEN PAID US SINCE LAST MONTH WDYM?!?”

“…according to the reviews of the Hakkafe that I gathered,” Hakka waves a couple papers in his corrupted hand, as he paces back in forth. “We apparently aren’t doing enough to keep up the customers’ excitement during events. We need to come up with new ideas! NEW EVENTS!”

“Fortunately, our fellow guild members gave me some great ideas on how to make the customers Hakkafe experience better! In fact, the first Hakkafe event will start soon within this week!”

Many cheers roared throughout the room, smiling birds gracing the room with joy and relief.

“So?! What’s the idea, boss?”

“Why my Hakkitos," Hakka bends down and gives one a head pat. "We are planning our first event to be: A Host Club!”

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·　　・゜゜・．.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

“Here we are…”

There, in the middle of the glimmering stars and bright moon, stands the Hakkafe. The Hakkafe - usually closed around this time - emitted a soft pink and rosy lights from the windows. Some chatter is heard as well as clashes of plates, furniture and glasses being moved around.

Walking on over, you took a look at your pamphlet once more in your hand.

HAKKAFE EVENT: HOST CLUB HAVE YOU 🫵 YES YOU - RIGHT THERE - WANT TO EXPERIENCE A NIGHT YOU WILL NEVER FORGET?! WITH A SENSE OF PASSION AND FUN?!? WELL LOOK NO FURTHER!! WITH THE HELP OF OUR SPONSORS, THE GUILD TEMPUS AND THE HAKKAFE PRESENT TO YOU A LIMITED TIME OFFER! ENJOY THE NIGHT WITH US AT THE HAKKAFE!! Any monster attacks, or any attacks of any kind are on the staff and customers will not be tolerated. More Terms and Conditions apply.

As you looked up as you were drawing close to the entrance, there was a man standing near the door talking to a little purple bird on a barrel. His hair is long and grey, reaching his mid-back. He wore a grey striped shirt with black pants and vest with gold accents.

The bird noticed you, pointing their wing over at you to the man. The man, pulling up the rear end of his glasses, looks over and sends out a smile.

“Oh, Ricrowdo! Quick, go on tell him that there’s another customer coming and prepare the table!” The man ushered, shooing his hands as Ricrowdo - the purple bird - jumped off a barrel. As you see Ricrowdo fly away and through the door, the man turns to you as reached the entrance.

“Hello!”

“Hi there!”

“You here for the Host Club Event?” The man asked, noticing your pamphlet. You shot a quick glance at it before meeting his purple eyes.

“Yeah! Who wouldn’t miss such an opportunity?” You replied as you brought it up, with the man nodding along with you. “And you are?”

“Vesper Noir, Scholar of Tempus!”

Your eyes widen up in shock.

“You’re Vesper?! I heard you and Magni were off an a expedition- What are you doing here?”

“Oh that,” Vesper mentioned, scratching the back of his neck. “The boys needed a bit of extra help. Me and Dez are going there by the time the event’s done!”

“Besides, some other members of the guild and people we know decided to take over me and Dez’s expedition while we help out here!”

“Ahem!”

The two of you jumped at the sound, revealing a blonde man in purple attire. The blonde in purple has their back leaned on the door - which is opened; showing a bit of the inside of the Hakkafe.

“Speaking of which, hey Dez!”

“Hey,” Magni yawned and stretched his arms a bit. “Dude, it’s so hectic today… I’m so worn out. It’s a good thing that it’s break time for me-”

“Wait wait,” You brought your hands, and looked at Magni, “Look, I’m glad you’re going to go relax after a shift! Especially since you and everyone is working hard! But who’s-”

You felt a little bit of weight on your head. Your eyes went straight up and see the same purple bird from earlier, sitting snuggly on you.

“Me! Your table is #8; 4th table on the right!”

You nodded. You took a few steps in through the doorframe, only to have a hand on your shoulder. You turned your back, to see Magni. Behind him, Vesper.

“Hey, can you promise us something?”

You turn to face them.

“Yeah?” You answered, “What’s up?”

Both guild members looked at each other, then back at you.

“I know we say this to every customer,” Vesper started, staring directly at you in the eyes. “But, this is still an important promise.”

He took a breath.

“Promise us that you will take care of the boys! All of them!”

You paused, taking in mind of this promise.

“Yeah, please do!” Magni added in, “We know that we’re supposed to be entertaining everyone. At the end of the day though, we’re all people with feelings too! Everyone, like you said, worked really hard! Especially considering the circumstances…”

“Sorry for not being there...” Vesper apologized, bowing his head a little. “But the least that we can do is hope that both you, the guests, and boys have a fun time!”

You didn’t say anything. You simply said the words with a small, yet unnoticeable smile on your face: “I promise!”

Vesper and Magni shot a smile back.

“Then enjoy…?”

“[Your Name]!” You introduced yourself. “[Y/N’s] my name!”

“Well then, enjoy yourself [Y/N]! Don’t you or the boys get into anything too crazy!”

“Yeah, not without us!”

You laughed, right before waving the two goodbye as you entered into the Hakkafe. Inside, is hectic - in a good way!

A lot of people were chattering, drinking, dining amongst themselves. Hakkafe servers were either bringing orders or busy making them. There seems to be a bartender coaching a Hakkito on recreating a particular drink. Some were even singing (drunk or not) songs with such joy and passion. You even took some quick glances at some well-dressed people - assuming to be the hosts/boys the two were talking about earlier - interacting happily with the guests.

As you arrived at your table, you sat down and grabbed the menu right in front of you. It has the title, “HOST MENU” on it.

Your eyes wander around, only to widen in surprise on how high the quality looks. Your eyes stopped at one to take in the details before going onto the next.

✨Regis Altare - The Prince Charming✨ “The hero to your heart!”

Simple, sweet, and matches the theme for his host persona! And by the looks of it, Altare dresses the theme too! Reminiscent of a winter prince straight out of a fairytale, Altare wears a white suit, with both light and dark blue accents.

“Wow!” You mused, eyeing the details of Altare’s illustration. “This looks amazing! You all really did put a lot of effort into this!”

Ricrowdo nodded, and fluttered off your head. Landing on the table, he pointed at the menu.

“The host menus’ are also refrigerated! Anyone who is on shift has their magnet on! Pretty genius am I right?”

That is pretty smart… You thought. You then wondered if the employee putting all the magnets on the host menus had fun with that job. Wait… how much money was spent to make these?! Your pamphlet did say that this event is sponsored, so supposedly the sponsors agreed to the refrigerated menus… Still though-

Shaking your head, you took a look at the other magnets. Next magnet has a man wearing black suit with orange and red accents. There also seems to be a key chain on him. He has his hands in his pockets as he flash a cheeky grin at you.

✨Axel Syrios - Childhood Best Friend✨ “Yo, it’s me! Been a while since we hanged out! Why don’t we grab a drink and catch up?”

Huh, that’s more casual than Altare’s tagline. The difference in their host appearance, taglines, and vibes they give off.

“I’m gonna let you know in advance,” Ricrowdo chimes in, breaking up your though process, “This guy is pretty unhinged.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Isn’t everyone in the guild unhinged?” You questioned. Hearing a lot of stories of the guild and their unhinged shenanigans aren’t uncommon. And like among most of the population, you aren’t that fazed by it.

“Heh, touché!”

On the 3rd magnet, there is a man in purple, like Magni. However, he has pink and blue in their suit. All asymmetrical, yet makes the suit work. He points to you, glowing with enthusiasm and determination.

✨Gavis Bettel - The Comedy King✨ “WATCH THIS! This is going to be-”

…

“Are you going to…?”

“Nah! That’s all of it!” Ricrowdo waves off with a wing, “That’s intentional on his part. He told us to read it like that.”

“It is?” You were surprised, though considering that there is little context of the line, you were intrigued by what happened next.

The next boy had sported a red suit with a angry face with a slight blush. His arms were also crossed as he looks slightly at you.

✨Machina x Flayon - Bratty Tsundere✨ “Y-YOU HATE ME!”

“HUH?!”

You, admittedly, were taken aback at what he chose as his tagline. Laughing at your reaction, You shot a glare to Ricrowdo.

“What?! You got to admit that’s a pretty good line! Matches up with his host title!”

You rolled your eyes and sighed. As much as you hate to admit it, it fits… in a way. But hey, maybe you can take him! Perhaps the inner wit, pettiness and drive deep down to challenge him for a little fun.

This young man wears purple, just like the previous too. Unlike them, his color schemes include black, gold, and white. He also wears a low ponytail, and faces you flirtatiously with a lavender rose in his mouth.

✨Banzoin Hakka - The Charmer ✨ “The cutest and coolest, at your service!”

“Hey, that’s my creator!” The bird chirped, making happy little hops. The corners of your lips lifted up as you see the little guy danced. Having sparkles in his eyes like a child seeing their parent or their favorite tv character.

It’s quite nice to know that the Hakkafe manager and founder himself joined in on all the fun! Plus, he’s multi-tasking; checking up on all the customers during the host club event while kicking back and having fun! A huge win-win for him!

On the last magnet, another man in a black suit appears. His dual colours are orange and turquoise. The man looks with you with a serene look on his face. He holds a cup in his left hand, with the other on his hip.

✨Josuji Shinri - The Modest✨ | “Hey, it’s beautiful out here tonight; want to grab a drink while we stay up and chat?”

“Shinri and the Koillective really are a sweet bunch! Comfy and cozy vibes guaranteed no matter how afraid you are!” Ricrowdo remarks proudly before smirking, “Though the Kois do look rather puntable-”

“What?”

His eyes averted yours as changes the topic.

“Anyways, that’s all the boys that are on shift right now! Take your time to choose your host!”

After a moment of thinking, you lowered down your menu card and looked at Ricrowdo.

“So?” Ricrowdo asked, eyes sparkling. “Have you decided yet?”

“Yeah,” you leaned back, pointing to a particular boy. “I choose-”

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DUN DUN DUN! Who will you choose as your host, dear reader?

Thank you for reading this fic! Like I said before, I tried researching a bit, and decided to make this open-ended (?) near the ending! I wanted to make you make your own choice! I mean, it is your visit after all!

Also, constructive criticism is allowed (as well with my other works)! And any information regarding host clubs that I miswrote are welcome too! Especially since this is my first work with a 2nd person perspective!

Bonus Question: Which title should Magni & Vesper in the menu? You can include any other members in Holostars too (even the alumni!)

[dispatches-from-the-lorecord]

What Gauntlet Red looks like, and how the glitches kicked him in the face

[February 2, 2023]

{Krizste:}

anyone know of any arts/ visual design things for gauntlet red?

oh yeah theres that white hat i uded on the pin

{Tranzi:}

From what I know, he just wears lots of white stuff. The sprite on Run Status got changed to something else a bit ago but it used to be exactly what I said.

{Krizste:}

yeaah i found a whit sprite of his

i def referenced that for his pin bc i gave him a white hat.

was confused where the hat came from since his current runbar sprite has a red hat, lol

{Tranzi:}

I think we were gaslit by that sprite change.

{Krizste:}

uhohgvcftcrrcghvhgvt

white hat red doesnt exist. white hat red is a figment of your imagination

reds always have red hats, you fool

'what about ceecee?'

ceecee doesnt exist

fool

'waht about-'

no reds have green hats, you fool, green hats are luigis

{Tranzi:}

Oh no.

{Krizste:}

or pepes

{Haji:}

I mean, I drew one for him but I think most have him in a white vest instead

like so

Okay I'm spamming at this point, but I forgot about this piece and it's cool

Also this may be hard to see but due to Kelcyus deleting their account, the bottom row has the gauntlet kids

{Krizste:}

ehes worn both black and white! stunning lad

@Haji is yours meant to look like hes wearing lipstick? cus i dig it

{Haji:}

Knowing him? Very well could be :tppWowee:

{Krizste:}

tis but the nature of nature!

coolkid

..i dont really like my pin of him..

oihyvgctrfy

hes got the hairbanana before pk got the hair banana

{Haji:}

Ooh~

{Krizste:}

got metal tiped workgloves or gardening gloves. he has gardener vibes

lo

his flat cap was a mistake, my brain was farting so bad when drawing his hat, i wrangled with it so much (within the speedy time i was trying to get though these)

but its cute

g.red if he wasnt in a cult right here

garnening boy

would b good friends with dippy

{Haji:}

So one of the things about Gauntlet Red is there's two main branches of lore. 1) that this is a reset timeline and Red has a chance to change things. 2) The kid isn't even named "Red", he's grown up in the Cult of Helix and was told he was going to be the next Red and bring the second coming of Lord Helix and whatnot and somewhere along the line, he said fuck dat shit. He was one of those kids who went off the deep end into full rebel nature after getting away from the church to a dangerous point

{Sol:}

in my lore the latter angle led to straight up possession :Keepo:

{Haji:}

At the end, we were given free time to do Glitchmancy (there had been a patch in place before HoF) and we're told the game would either end when the timer ran out or we crashed the game.

.... We crashed the game :tppWowee:

{Trollkitten:}

I think this was inevitable for us

Just like it was inevitable that AshGrey was going to be massively derailed by chat

{Mitzi:}

they gave chat a challenge. what did they expect to happen

{Haji:}

And yeah, as Sol said, that was one idea to what happened after the crash. Red was checking out the glitches off the coast of Cinnabar, we ran into a wild Tentacool and I think the crash was caused by our Ditto, but I'm not sure. Either way, lore said he either lost out to the glitch and got possessed / corrupted or he drowned. Possession seemed WAY more likely when we did the Mt. Silver battle in Crystal where we fought Red0 and then suddenly he got replaced by original Red so Dippy had to take on both of them

{Sol:}

Cooltrainer is one of the most volatile things in Gen 1

it was inevitable :Kappa:

{Krizste:}

corruption ehh?- wow it just went white huh

just frikkin caput

{Haji:}

Yup! Just like that, he was gone :tppSpinarak:

{Krizste:}

just leavbing screancap here bc boy does this come and go like capow

{Mitzi:}

gen 1 ¯_(ツ)_/¯

[zero-rider]

Jaune's debt to society

Part 1

Nora: *bursting inside RWBY's room with a sleeping Ren on her back* Guys, you won't believe what Jaune did this time!

Weiss: *leaves her scroll on her bed before looking at Nora* Please tell it's not another bad PSA about drugs and how he use them like candy

Nora: Oh, that?, well... Let's just say that the general was not happy with what Jaune did and as punishment, he made him do some community service in Mantle with the Happy Huntresses and throw out the antidepressants that made him crazy and replace them with some experimental ones with less or bad side effects

Weiss: Oh, that doesn't sound that bad

Ruby: *smiles* Yeah, it sounds very good for him. Now, if he just accepted to go to therapy, i would be more happy for him

Yang: Give it a rest, Rubes. We know he will never talk

Ruby: I know, but i can only hope

Nora: ANYWAY! He just made another commercial!

Yang: Oh come on!! He gets to do another commercial after the fiasco it was the previous one!? Everyone should love us and not Mr guy with blond spiky hair, blue eyes and depresso!

Blake: *sigh*Yang, answer me this. Have we ever helped any citicen of Atlas or Mantle after we were named hunstmen?

Yang: Well, no

Blake: Do we help kids cross the streets?

Yang: No, we leave that to Jaune

Blake: Do we let older woman ogle our ass or our bodies every time they accidentally want to give water to us and we have to dry your chest like those thristy MILF's from Mantle do to Jaune?

Yang: Older men ogle me, does it count? *blake glares at her* i guess not

Blake: Then shut the fuck up, i want to see what shit Jaune did this time!

Yang: Why are you getting angry with me? i thought i was your waifu

Blake: Go suck a dick, Yang! Now, Nora, please show us the commercial

Nora: Way ahead of you, Blakey *has her scroll connected to RWBY's tv* All i have to do is push the play button

-CUT-

Robyn: *appears in a laundry room, holding a shirt* My clothes are soft, but they're not hugably soft

Jaune appears from the window with a basket of clean clothes dressed in only a yellow colored fured short shorts and tank top with some bunny ears on his head*

Jaune: Leave it to me! *Robyn screams* Being hugably soft is my business, and it's a good business *giggles*

Robyn: *touches a shirt from Jaune's basket and later touch Jaun's tank top* They are soft, and so are you Cuddles. *Robyn starts tickling Cuddles, who giggles playfully* Very, very soft... *Robyn then kisses Jaune on his uncovered stomach and he begins to feel a bit uneasy*

Jaune: Uh... Um... *Robyn takes Jaune to a bathroom* Where are we going?

Robyn: *pants* I need your softness...

Robyn closes the door, and the sound of unzipping pants can be heard. Both Jaune and Robyn start groaning; she sound ecstatic, while the Arc seem to be more uncomfortable

Jaune: No, i dont want this-Well, maybe yes!

Robyn: So soft...

Jaune: I mean no, no!

Robyn: Don't fight it... *Groans continue and some time later, the door is open. Robyn's clothes are slightly messed up* You might wanna... clean yourself up

Jaune stumbles out of the room, visibly shaken with his tank top ripped apart like it was a vest and his fur shorts has a weird wet stain that travel all his groin. Robyn stuffs Jaune into a big washing machine, and pulls him out later. He seems slightly more worn-out

Robyn: Good as new!

Jaune: Yeah... G-good as new... *Robyn cradles Jaune in her arms and Jaune is twitching, obviously traumatized*

Robyn: My, you're just so... huggably soft...

Jaune: No, no, not really that soft!

Robyn enters with Jaune to the bathroom again. Groans start again

Jaune: Stop! This isn't right! *groans*

Announcer: Cuddles Brand Fabric Softener. When your clothes have to be huggably, rapably fresh

Jaune: I... My pelvis hurts!

Robyn: Shut it!

Announcer: Buy it now at you closest mall for only 30 Lien!

VOTE ROBYN HILL FOR THE COUNCIL, TOGETHER WE'LL MAKE MANTLE BETTER

-CUT-

Nora: Well? what do you think? I think he was awesome

Yang: *with the image of his abs on her mind* Hot damn! you could cut diamonds in that washboard

Weiss: This is nasty! How dare they do this kind of publicity when it's familly time!?

Ruby: *still looking at the paused screen* Weiss? I... think i want to have that softener for my clothes

Blake: *with a line of blood coming out of her nose* Don't worry Ruby, i got you covered *show's her scroll with a buy of ten boxes of Cuddles brand softener at the name of Weiss with the permission to use a credit card of someone with the initials J.S*

Meanwhile at the Schnee mansion

Winter: *speaking with someone on her scroll* Yes, the Atlas army want at least one hundred boxes of that Cuddles softener… cash or card? *holds a photo of a Schnee orichalcum credit card with the initials J.S* It will be with my dad's credit card smirks

Meanwhile at the schnee mansion... again

Willow: *also speaking with someone on her scroll* Hello? i would like to order one thousand boxes of Cuddles brand softener for the Schnee mansion... *looks at a Schnee orichalcum credit card with the initials J.S* It will be with my husband's card, of course *smirks*

Uhhh...

Jacques: Why the fuck am i being charged with one thousand one hundred and ten boxes of that dumb softeners?!

[mayfjelds]

Both sound very nice! But I think the first one appeals most to me!!!

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eddie munson x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: the fact that eddie’s age doesn’t make sense is not my fault it’s the duffers! but since dubious aging kind of goes against my own personal morality, eddie and steve are the same age/year and reader is the same age/year as nancy and robin.

crashing on the wheeler’s basement couch shouldn’t have been as relaxing as it was, but, surprisingly, it was the best sleep you’ve gotten since this vecna shit started in the first place. no threats of your favorite little moody redhead getting possessed by the upside-down’s new big-bad, and you barely had to think about the fact that your old best friend was being framed for murder. well, at least until —

“henderson! henderson – fuck – i’ve got a problem here!”

you sighed and picked up the walkie that was buzzing on the coffee table. “eddie?” you asked, yawning into the receiver.

“yeah, yeah, shit.” he said, lowering his voice to a whisper. “i’m gonna need some back up over here.”

“what’s wrong?” you asked, sitting up abruptly.

“i’m, like, 99% sure jason carver and his goons are here to gut me like a fish.” he said, his shallow breathing echoing loudly in the mic. “i saw some headlights and when they opened the doors i heard that shitty fucking wham! song–”

“shit.” you jumped up and quickly grabbed steve’s keys from the table, practically bulldozing yourself out the wheeler’s house.

“well, i dont know if they’re gonna gut me. maybe they’ll snap all my bones in half like a glowstick, or something.”

“eddie, calm down.” you said. “i’ll be there in 10, so just shut the hell up and stay low, okay?”

you took the silence as an affirmation and started the car.

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to absolutely no one’s surprise, eddie munson did not stay low.

and that’s precisely what ended up getting the two of you stranded at (the make-out rock). you both sat underneath the sledge of rock, soggy and breathless, from your swim in the lake. your ill-fitting t-shirt you stole from mike’s closet stuck to your chest like a hungry leech, and gave absolutely no insolation to the cool night air on your drenched skin. just as you were about to complain about the goosebumps travelling up your arms, you looked over at eddie, whose leather jacket and jean vest combo made the wetness look that much more uncomfortable.

“you should take your jackets off.” you told him. “those can’t be comfortable.”

he noticed your shivering and shrugged off his leather jacket and handed it to you. “if you wanted my jacket you could’ve just asked.”

“i didn’t just want the jacket,” you said, throwing it onto your back. “although this feels better.”

he let out a quiet laugh and started fiddling with the rings on his fingers.

“where did you get them?” 

“huh?”

“the rings,” you pointed at them. “where’d you get them?”

“oh,” he said. “uh, mostly flea markets and shit.” he took off the silver pig’s head and showed it to you. “wayne got me this one for my 18th. he found it at a pawn shop i think.”

“they look cool.” you said. “adds to the whole, badass metal thing you’ve got going on.”

“thanks.” he snorted. “i decided to really throw myself into the look after i grew my hair out.”

“yeah,” you said. “i’m glad you did. you always wanted to look like ozzy osborne.”

he laughed. “it’s hard to look like ozzy with a buzzcut.”

“i’m sure you could’ve made it work.” you said. “hey, do you remember the time in 7th grade when we stole your dad’s weed and smoked it out of an apple?”

“oh, of course. we got so stoned we could barely move.” he said. “do you remember the time you dressed up like a fairy for my birthday party?”

“it was dungeons and dragons themed!”

“you wore glittery wings from the halloween store.”

“well, it’s not like you would help me pick out the costume!”

“that would’ve ruined the surprise,” he said.

“yeah, yeah.” you rolled your eyes. “you know, i’ve still got the crown you made me for it.”

his eyes widened. “seriously?” he asked. “how the hell is that still intact?”

“whenever it breaks i tape it back together,” you said.

“oh,” he said.

“is that surprising?” you laughed.

“a little.” he admitted. “kind of assumed you’d throw it away or something.”

“of course not.” you said. “that’s still, like, the sweetest thing someone’s ever given to me.”

“it’s made out of stotch tape and sticks i found in my backyard.” he deadpanned.

“but you made it for me,” you said. “and don’t sell yourself short, munson. you glued on this beautiful, big red jewel on it. it was like, the highlight of my 12 year-old life.”

“what’d do your friends say about it?” he asked.

“i don’t think they’ve seen it.” you said. “i keep it in a box under my bed.”

“ah,” he pursed his lips, “yeah, that’s about right.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you asked.

“it means that it would’ve been weird for you, the monarch of hawkins high, to have satanic memorabilia on display.” he wiggled his fingers at the reference of his favorite board game.

“c’mon, eddie.” you said. “you know i’m not like that.”

“how am i supposed to know?” he asked. “we were friends in middle school before you got all hot and cool and then we… weren’t.” 

“well, it’s not like you made an effort to talk to me.” you defended.

he laughed. “yeah, ‘cause me walking over to the popular table with kids like jason carver – who is literally trying to kill me right now, might i add – would’ve turned out peachy keen.”

“you’re… probably right.” you sighed, putting your face in your hands. “fuck, i’m sorry eddie. i should’ve done something–”

“woah, slow down.” he said, pulling your hands away. “i don’t blame you, like at all. i didn’t expect you to stand up for me just because we were friends when we were 12.”

“doesn’t mean it wasn’t fucked up of me not to.” you said. “i just… wanted to be liked so bad, i just kinda… forgot who i was. like, one day i woke up and became totally unrecognizable.” you laughed. “and then this whole upside-down shit happened, and i thought if i started filling up all my time with football games and parties then no one would be able to tell that i was so… not normal.” 

“high school’s the fuckin’ worst. being popular and shit seems like it’s life or death but nothing matters once we’re out of it.” he said, pulling his long hair between his fingers. “but, if it’s worth anything, i’ve always liked you.”

you snorted. “seriously?”

“yeah.” he nodded. “always.”

“i kind of thought you hated me,” you admitted.

“i kind of thought the same thing.”

“never.” you shook your head. “even when you’re standing on the lunch tables i always think you’re cool. way cooler than me, or jason, or harrington.”

his cheeks flushed at your words, he hid it with a tamed smirk. “wow,” he said. “the town freak being cooler than the basketball and swim team captain? you better hold off before my ego gets even bigger.”

“you’ve got more guts than carver for sure. standing up for what you believe in even when you know people are gonna shit on you? that’s cooler than throwing balls into laundry baskets.”

he laughed. “glad you appreciated that one, i was sitting on it for a while.”

you smiled, looking over at his big brown eyes for the first time that night. despite the fact that his hair was still drenched, and his once white baseball tee was now a dingy brown color, he still wore this charm that made him look permanently alluring. you don’t know if it was the shit you’ve just gone through, the heavy conversation, or the old crush you used to have on him resurfacing for the first time in 6 years, but you couldn’t help but melt in his sweet gaze.   

“you think – ya’ know, once this vecna shit’s all over – i could, maybe, come over sometime?”

“you asking me to hang out?”

“yeah, i,” you faltered. “i kinda miss hanging out and smoking with you.”

he grinned, teeth and everything. “i’d love that.”

“that means you can’t die on me, alright?” you said. “no more dumb decisions.”

“i think i can manage that.”

[decemebercircus]

Twisted Wonderland/Yuuta WORLD

Synopsis: It's time for Yuuta to go home (finally) but of course it's NRC and something goes wrong. Just as Yuuta is about to transport into the mirror Malleus appears distraught that not only was he left out again, his only friend is leaving.

Leona tries to stop him and unfortunately the power harnessed from the last overblot crystal which Yuuta was carrying exploded-- aside from hurtling everyone into what appears to be a Octahedral dimension

(A world created from Yuuta.) Of everyone Leona and Malleus seem to be the only ones who switched bodies.

Characters: Malleus, Lilia, Leona

Warnings: the swearing/profanity, probably inappropriate topics (I don't really remember rn.)

Word count: um... According to Ao3 it's 1967 words... That's not very impressive...

Story:

Chapter 1: "If I Were You for a Day....."

Leona begrudgingly woke up. The last thing he remembered was the herbivore-- Yuuta Origami the one everyone called Yuu as a nickname preparing for leaving their world. Then the lizard showed up and everything went to hell from there.

There was a explosion followed by a light and a shattering sound. Like a gem --or a mirror-- being broken.

As soon as he saw Malleus he was gonna smack him. Preferably hard enough to knock him off his feet. Rubbing his face he suddenly noticed how pale his skin was. Did the explosion whitewash him? He didn't know that was possible.

No the skin felt weird like barely concealed...something.

"So you're awake. You certainly took your time about it." Odd. His own voice sounded weird.. It also sounded like it wasn't coming from his mouth. Slowly coming to terms with the green vest he wore and looking at the shadow looming over him....

Wait green vest--? The only person who wasnt wearing the ceremonial robes was Malleus which meant, horrifyingly.. That Leona was--

Oh no. No no no.

His form donned the ceremonial robes he clearly remembered putting on for Yuuta's supposed return to their home.

But why was he looking at his own body.

"The fuck?" He blurted out as he gawked at his body a neutral expression set on his face as they stared at each other.

He stared at his hands again. Those were scales.

"Oh fuck NO" he muttered cringing as his voice came out sounding like Malleus's. Which was to be expected, it was his body.

This meant of course that Malleus was in his body.

"Oi! how'd this shit happen??" He grabbed the shirt collar of "Leona" or rather Malleus in Leona's body.

"Oh calm down. If this was my doing I would have been able to reverse it by now." Malleus snapped, Leona's voice sounding more formal and composed than it had in years.

Lilia approached them "ah so you still haven't changed back. That's a problem." He looked dismally at Malleus in Leona's body. "But at least no else has switched bodies."

Both boys seemed to glow with rage. Leona's entire form had a golden colored aura around him and looked like he'd rather be elsewhere.

Malleus on the other hand looked to be actually angry. The sky filled with dark grey clouds and occasional lighting strikes.

"Oh." With a quick flick across the forehead Lilia effectively distracted Leona in Malleus's body enough to cause the weather to clear, with the clouds turning normal grayish white.

"Ow!"

"This a predicament though, it's probably for the best if you two stay together--" Lilia began.

"Have you lost your mind??" Leona snapped irritated and Malleus in Leona's body reached over presumably to hit him.

Glancing at him he hissed "uh uh dont touch me" and ran off to go find a place to nap.

He didn't care that he could hear footsteps of Lilia and the real owner of this body... Trapped in his own, chasing after him.

They caught him on one of the school towers' rooftops. He was just lounging there and wasnt particularly in a mood to move.

Well seems you're well adjusted" Lilia remarked cheerfully.

"I've been thinking and What about food? Sleeping?" He snarked glaring at Lilia.

"Dammit I can't catch a break" he grumbled slowly getting used to the low rumbling in his throat that happened when he got angry. In his own body he could ignore it since it had no meaning. Growling and roaring solved nothing. But in Malleus's body, near as he could figure, letting out a ear deafening roar might cause a few more problems.

"We lead very different lives it's gonna be hard to adjust." "Leona" added as if that made things better. He caught a glimpse of "Leona" pushing the hair out of his face as the wind blew. Seems both he and Lilia had no problem standing on a tower like it was the sidewalk.

"I suppose you'll have to get used to be each other, you did switch bodies. Why not keep up appearances for the time being?" Lilia offered and immediately was rejected.

"You want me to sleep in CLASS?!" Malleus voiced his complaint first.

"I know you aren't expecting me to sit through lunch listening to that annoyance prattle on about Him. Are you?" Leona retorted wishing he could flick his tail still.

"Have you seen what Leona eats for lunch??" Was the next protest from Malleus.

At that Leona snapped his-- Malleus's head up to glare at him for questioning his dietary habits.

They icily stared at each other, their expressions reflecting their refusal.

Lilia clearly regretted suggesting.

Leona and Malleus had seperate classes which proved a whole new problem. Keeping them from making a scene. At least they wouldnt be bickering. But that would make it hard to keep track of both of them. The school day was technically over which meant they could argue and bicker as much as needed to get it out of their system.

For tomorrow was a new day.

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"Here. bed clothes." He remarked reaching into his wardrobe and tossing Malleus a matching set of silky orange yellow pajamas. "Don't forget the hole for the tail-"

"Oh you'll be sleeping in my room, so don't throw away or damage the pillow for my horns." Malleus suddenly remarked. Leona had to mentally take a step back and process the instruction before saying any comments. So it was completely understandable that the only thing he could think of to say was "... What"

" were you not listening--" Malleus started unfolding the clothes. Paying no real mind to Leona's face.

" I heard you, I just... What..?"

"Surely you didn't think they were pretty decorations did you?"

"..." Leona didnt think it was wise to answer that. The weight of the horns was certainly not a decorative illusion.

"Have a peaceful night in Diasomnia" his voice said almost cheerfully scaring him with how happy his own voice sounded.

Nope.

"You're coming with." He grabbed "Leona's" arm dragging him through out the entire dorm and to the mirror. He completely ignored Malleus so he honestly wasn't sure if he protested or not.

Didn't matter. This body was... Way too fucking strong. He normally didn't mind this but it was currently telling him his own original body didn't weigh much more than one of the chairs back home. While this would have been something he could laugh about it wasn't fucking funny when it was him.

"Which room is yours"

"Obviously the one marked dorm leader" Malleus snarked the smartass tone dripping from his voice.

"Thanks Prince Helpful. I meant which floor"

"Oh last room on the second floor" Malleus answered as they sped past the kitchen.

Upon entering Diasomnia Leona had so many questions about this Damn dorm...

Most of them boiled down to "what the fuck?"

In Malleus's room Leona thought it would be smart to just grab any "night" clothes and sleep in them. Didn't matter if they matched or whatever.

He took off his pants and stopped. He didn't notice earlier from how agitated he was, and there was likely some spell to keep them from being obvious. But what the fuck even is this body.?!

"What is this?"

"Leona" now completely changed in the pajamas he gave him, tilted his head like he didn't see the problem.

"What the fuck is this shit?" He snapped pointing at his crotch area.

"Leona there is no way--" Malleus started sighing as he did so.

"NO I mean why is there TWO?" He interrupted running his finger over the both of them, immediately stopping due to not wantung to admit how good it felt.

"Born this way?" Malleus offered Leona's body shrugged and his lips curved into a half smirk.

"You're enjoying this."

"Might as well" Malleus replied collapsing on the bed.

"Hey. There better not be some sort of routine for these things"

"Want me to do it?" Malleus offered but he'd rolled over so he wasn't facing him anymore.

"...do what?" Leona asked without thinking.

"I'm not gonna do anything---" Leona mentally cringed at the thought of asking for assistance.

"Then Don't worry about it" Malleus interrupted sounding way too much like Leona.

Not really able to handle everything the day dished out he pulled on pajama pants and turned off the light.

"You're not gonna put a shirt on?" Malleus asked. He didn't think it mattered.

"Do I have to?" He sighed irritated.

"... No"

"Then shut up" he snapped.

He tried. He genuinely tried to fall asleep. But something about this body felt weird. Like now that it was night time it was time to get up and do stuff. He felt more awake now. One hour turned to two, two turned to three.

Must be a fae thing.

"Ok we got a problem."

No response.

"How do you sleep at night?"

Nothing.

"Fuck."

He sat up. Oh Great seven Malleus could see in the dark. This meant that Leona could see in the dark. He could see where everything in the room was. And unfortunately that Malleus had curled himself into a tiny ball and fell asleep in such a rigid position.

Pulling him out of the uncomfortable looking position was really easy and Malleus seemed barely aware it happened.

"..now what"

He closed his eyes hoping to sleep. At least a little.

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"Hey Leona, get up we have to go back to class at some time. Preferably today."

"Mm fuck off. I didn't get any sleep last night. I shouldn't have to get up" he complained.

He glanced up and stared at "Leona", that is Malleus in Leona's body wearing the school uniform all formal like. "How'd you get dressed so fast?"

"I'm going to stop Lilia from making breakfast. YOU get showered and dressed" Leona groaned in reply.

"Ugh wearing the clothes like this is just bothersome and stupid" Leona complained as he pulled at his collar and then loosened his tie.

"Grin and bear it-- hey don't unbutton your clothes!" Malleus looked over his shocked expression morphing on Leona's face. Leona deadpanned at him in response.

"Why not?"

"I-- nevermind. Don't do anything I wouldn't do" Malleus commented. "Right back at you" Leona rolled his eyes waving "Leona" away. Leona grimaced he wasn't sure how he liked this body, even given that he was supposed to be only borrowing it.

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Back in Malleus's room in Diasomnia Leona was supposed to focus on Malleus's homework but a noise distracted him. He went to the room "Leona" was in. "..." After what felt like five minutes he had a question.

"The fuck you whining about." He meant to ask it but it somehow came out as a statement.

"Yuuta abandoned me." Malleus-- "Leona" sniffled hugging the pillow. Leona internally cringed as he looked at himself crying, even if it was someone else in his body.

"My only friend. And they abandoned me. Without a thought. Were they really not my friend at all?" He cried. Seeing himself cry... Even if it was for what he considered a pathetic reason; was kinda... Leona shrugged off any shock he felt since realistically, Malleus would be in his own body crying like it would bring Yuuta back.

He silently stared as Malleus buried his face in the pillow again to quiet his sobs. Evidently heartbroken about Yuuta leaving. Leona sighed and sat down next to him. Malleus had stopped crying and turned to face him.

"What?" Malleus asked.

"Just go to sleep and quit crying" Leona snapped.

"How do you think it's going to be for us if we don't switch back?" Malleus suddenly asked. Leona didnt answer. He faked being asleep hoping Malleus would take the hint and fall asleep too.

*Chapter End*

[anystalker707]

Only you (1/2)

Pairing: Frank x [afab] Reader Word count: ~ 4 700 Genre: Smut / Comfort Summary: (Y/n) isn't just an assistant to Frank, the same way Frank isn't just a tough mafia boss to them. Kind of content: Loving / Dirty talk / Praising / Restraints / Light oral fixation

Requested by anons [I dont notice many fics involving current Frank. Do you write those? If so, I would like to request one with current Frank x female reader. Smut. I'll leave the rest up to you. Go crazy. Blonde Frank + (...) something smutty from you featuring dilf!Frank as a big boss somewhere (whether mafia or just a CEO) with an afab reader who cleans his office. (...)]

a/n: “good one” is used in place/as a neutral of “good girl/good boy” because I didn’t feel like using “good (girl/boy/one)” would be visually nice, but you can change it while reading <3

>Part 2

Everything is peaceful until I start to clean the shelf of books behind the desk. The door opens, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps and heavy breathing.

“Cortez, you know you’re not allowed—” Oh, fuck. Absolutely not Cortez. Nor Scott. Not someone I don’t know, though. A shiver runs down my spine as I suck in a breath, but I’m not able to do a lot.

“Oh, I didn’t know you’d still be here,” Mr. Iero breathes, hanging his blazer by the door. “‘Didn’t mean to bother you, sorry.” He presses his lips together, but doesn’t really look at me as he makes his way to the armchair and starts to rummage through what I’ve just organized.

“No, it’s not a problem, sir,” I hum, continuing to clean the shelves. “Sorry for not greeting you properly, I didn’t know it was you.”

“Nothing to apologize for,” he mumbles, voice distant as he messes with the notebooks I left aside earlier. “As you said, you didn’t know.”

No one says anything for a while, both of us only messing with our own stuff. If it were a few months ago, the occasional—and relatively rare—presence of not only the CEO of the Iero LTDA, but also Don of the most known gang of the country would have made me nervous. Uncountable rumors roamed around about how Frank was intimidating and absolutely annoying, but the night I met him when he walked in while I was cleaning told me a completely different story. I felt myself almost melting at how he mentioned loving my work along with the special extra things I did—sometimes leaving some ‘have a good day’ notes to him with coffee candies. All the fucking praises. He doesn’t even know how they make me feel.

Today, however... Well, the nervousness is actually due to another reason.

I glance at him, and he’s focused on his work. He looks good with his blazer off, only in his button up shirt, vest and tie, on top instead, the sleeves rolled up to show his forearms... nice arms. At first I didn’t imagine he would be that good looking, to be honest. I had in mind something like the old man from the Falcones’ or Wilson’s all scarred guy. Iero, however, only has a barely noticeable scar on his wrist, the rest of his skin only covered by his pretty tattoos.

The way he exhales and shifts on his chair almost makes me jump on my place, but he didn’t see that, right? Not like I was doing anything too bad, I was just observing him, nothing less, nothing more. It’s predictable when I see him cleaning his throat, however, so I’m not that startled, only set a little off when he looks at me.

“Can you grab me the folder regarding Electric Century?” He asks, scratching the stubble on his jaw.

I nod shortly, quickly heading to the adjoining room to get the folder from the cabinet. “Here, sir.” I let it on his desk, receiving a quick nod in response. My job of only cleaning his office evolved into something like a part-time secretary at some point. Soon, though, he is standing up to retrieve everything to its place, and I’m still cleaning the shelf when he is back.

“Long day, hun?” Mr. Iero retrieves a cigarette and his lighter from his inside pocket, lighting it as he moves to stand near one of the large windows; the smell of smoke is rarely strong, given the wide room. Even if he sometimes refers to me like this, it still makes me hum questioningly—also stupidly because who else would he be talking to if his phone is still over the desk? It’s almost as if I will never get used to the intimacy, no matter the fact we started getting closer long ago already. My job is to clean the office, help him, and sometimes tag along in important meetings; it barely gives me time to get used to this... side. “I asked if you had a long day, hun.”

“Kind of. I’m tired mostly because it’s the end of the day already, but it wasn’t that bad.” I sigh softly as I push a few books to the side, thinking a little back to the day, and at least having Gerard to talk with for most of the time didn’t make things so boring, but also didn’t make it any less tiring.

“Yeah, I can imagine,” he hums. I glance back, thinking he’s probably looking out the window or something, just to see him looking right back at me, with the smoke escaping his lips.

“What about you, Mr. Iero?” I ask, probably a little too fast. Doesn’t matter.

“I told you to call me Frank when we’re alone!” He clicks his tongue, compelling me to chuckle. “But you know how tiring and stressful it is,” he sighs. “The others are on my feet again because a shipment got in the wrong hands... But it’ll be fine. I’m glad I could catch you here today, y’know?” Footsteps start echoing down the place and I raise an eyebrow, turning around to see him step closer, cig no longer in hand. I scoff softly—as if I was something special. “Because I get to thank you for taking care of me so well.” His breath fans over my cheek for a couple seconds with how he leans close. “Because you’re so good to me.”

“Frank.” I pat his chest lightly with a roll of eyes. “Don’t act like that.”

“Not act like that?” Frank glares, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans against the shelf, so I sigh and finally pay attention now that I can’t continue working. “You’re the one who bothers preparing me tea when I’m too stressed, and the only one able to talk me down from my stressed states.”

“The only one?” I raise an eyebrow, looking him up and down for any sign that he’s joking.

“The only one.” Frank nods, making me remember of the times he arrives here stressed after a long day of work or meeting that lasted a little too late. “Not to mention that one time you helped me.” He waves his hand in the air in a nonchalant manner, but it’s also the same hand with a couple scars deforming a few tattoos up his wrist, made at the same day as the scar a little above his eyebrow. Scott and Cortez are always too nervous around Frank to have moved a finger to help him, but I would’ve done it myself, either way. “So I think I’m allowed to act like that.” A pleased smile tugs on his lips at how I exhale, letting my gaze fall to the ground for a moment.

“Sure.”

“So I think you more than deserve me to thank you for taking care of me so well, right?” Frank’s voice lowers into something that’s barely a whisper, for some reason, while he gets his weight off the shelf to take a step closer. “To thank you for caring so much, always making sure everything is perfect, that everything is the way I want.”

Something about how he looks at me, through half-lidded eyes and with such a soft gaze, has all the objections I had disappearing from my head in seconds, replaced by a feeling that has my cheeks prickling as the warmth spreads itself up my neck and ears.

“Why don’t you take a break at least for today?” Frank raises an eyebrow—I frown. “Okay, at least for a little, hm?” He takes the cloth from my hand to toss it over his desk.

“No, Frank, I really need to do it!” I furrow my eyebrows, already feeling the guilt threatening to kick in because fuck, I need to do my job. I shake my head, almost reaching for the cloth when a hand catches my wrist.

“No, c’mon! I’m your boss, (y/n),” he scoffs, loosening his grip around my wrist as he runs his thumb over the skin soothingly. “If I say it’s okay, then it’s okay and you don’t have to worry about it. Got it?” His gaze only locks with mine for a second, but it’s enough to have me internally melting again while he brings my hand closer to inspect it from close, thumbs rubbing across my palm. “Your hand is trembling a little more than normal already, you’re tired.” He closes my hand over his to press a kiss to my knuckles. “My good one deserves a rest, right?”

A sigh escapes my lips as I furrow my eyebrows, looking at him in a silent plea that of course won’t do anything, but the attempt is worth it, right?

“C’mere,” Frank says softly, wrapping an arm around me in order to pull me for a hug, which I helplessly melt into with my hands only resting against his sides because I just can’t bring myself to hug him properly. The hug is comforting, though—he is warm and the way he holds me makes me feel safe. He smells good—the cigarettes’ smell is faint under the perfume and something indescribable, but pleasing.

I hum quietly, slowly allowing myself to melt into the hug and rest my head against his shoulder, shivering a little at the feeling of his hand on the small of my back and how close his face feels to mine, his breath fanning down my neck. “Because what am I going to do without you?” Frank asks in my ear, his eyelashes brushing against my forehead lightly as his stubble scratches my cheek. “Who’s going to take care of me so well other than you?”

My answer comes as nothing but an incoherent mumbling as I bring a hand up to Frank’s chest, where I rest it while I gather some courage to pull away a little, and cup his cheek, almost smiling at how he practically nuzzles my palm whilst leaning into the touch. “No one, of course. I don’t think anyone else notices how you’re just pathetic and needy.” Hearing this makes him immediately freeze, eyes widening a little, though not meeting my gaze. I almost smile at this, but I prefer not to change the mood because as much as Frank’s a big sweetheart, he’ll always put on a poor excuse of a tough posture to prove otherwise whenever it’s pointed out.

“No, not like that,” he mumbles, a red tone dusting his cheeks.

“Sure,” I breathe a chuckle and lean in to press a kiss to his cheek only for Frank to turn his face in a way his lips lock with mine. Processing the fact he is kissing me takes me a few seconds, thankfully not enough to have him pulling away before I return it. His lips are soft, even if he spends most of his time without touching a chapstick and running his tongue between his lips while thinking, but it’s also soft in a careful manner—the kiss is not only comforting, but has my heart fluttering a little in my chest, too, which does bring me a little of worry.

Frank furrows his eyebrows at me with how I pull away, eyes flickering from his lips to his eyes as I decide on what to say until I exhale with a sigh, shaking my head. “I’ll make your life hell if you’re just using me,” I warn, but don’t want to hear any answer, only pressing my lips to his again before he can say anything, compelling him to hum softly whilst slowly melting into the kiss.

One of his hands moves to my hip, pulling me closer with a firm grip. A shaky breath escapes his nose with how I start to press kisses to his jaw, slowly trailing down to his neck.

“Hey, hey!” Frank’s breath hitches in his throat as he moves back a little until he manages to press his forehead to mine, brushing our noses together in an affectionate motion. “Let me take care of you, okay? Because you deserve it.”

It’s difficult to argue. In fact, I don’t. I only hum with a nod, letting Frank take a hold of both of my hands. The way he presses a couple kisses to each hand of mine gives me this feeling I can’t quite place, making my cheeks warm up again, the sensation spreading to the back of my neck and closing around my throat.

“Come on.” Frank takes me with him to the couch, and pulls me to his lap just before I can take a seat beside him, and quickly wraps his arms around my waist, face buried in my neck. “Hell, and you’re also so pretty, so beautiful, I can’t get over it.” His lips and stubble tickle my skin, having a quiet sound escape my throat, but it only has Frank burying his face deeper into it as he starts to nibble on the skin— Wait, fuck, Frank thinks I’m beautiful? A pleased sigh escapes my lips as I hold onto his shoulders, holding him closer while I manage to kick my shoes off to pull my feet over the couch.

“You’re also not bad yourself,” I tease with a chuckle, running my fingers through his hair. He comes to a momentary pause, which I use to adjust myself on his lap in a way I’m straddling him. Instead of giving me any sort of advantage, however, facing Frank makes me want to hide my face at the same moment, even if he looks at me with interest and surprise. “You’re...” I swallow. “Fuck, you’re beautiful as well. The kind where I could spend the whole time gazing at you–beautiful.”

Out of all the potential reactions I thought Frank would have, blushing and grinning stupidly is the last one I expected.

“Thank you.” He hums, pressing a kiss to my chest. “No one ever told me that.”

“I’m sorry about it.” I frown a little and give his shoulders a small squeeze.

“It’s okay, but it’s not time to talk about it, don’t worry,” he whispers, voice firm and caring. It always has this feeling stirring in the bottom of my stomach, so I just let him press kisses to my chest through the clothes.

Frank’s hands slip under my blazer until it drops to the floor, but he is more careful regarding my shirt. He unbuttons it slowly, from top to bottom, taking his time with the first three buttons to press kisses to each patch of skin exposed at time. Something about the way Frank treats me is... different. I don’t know how to deal with it. One thing I can conclude, though; he is literally keeping it up to his words, being careful... no, not exactly careful, there’s more of adoration lacing each of his actions.

“Are you just touch deprived or do you actually see something in me?” I make him look up, my lips grazing him as I speak.

“You’re practically my right hand in this company right now, with me most of the time,” Frank mumbles with a sigh, not stopping his motions until my shirt is open. “I reassure you I’m not thinking with my dick right now.” He chuckles a little at himself, making me roll my eyes playfully, giving him a soft kiss, one that he quickly pulls away from to take a look at me as the shirt falls to the floor. A quiet hum comes from him, more of a curious one as his hands fall close around my waist. Why is he taking so long?

“Frank—”

“Shh, let me appreciate you, hm?” His eyes meet mine as he leans in to press a kiss to my chest, nuzzling and kissing the skin, sometimes letting his teeth tug lightly on it.

“Don’t—”

“Because you’re so pretty, and all mine right now.” Frank sighs, making a quiet sound. “So good, so beautiful, and all for me. That’s quite a lot to take in at once, don’t you think? Even more after having spent some time wanting to reward you.” Something playful glints in his eyes before he pulls away, fingers fidgeting with the button of my slacks.

“Wait, wait!” I place my hands on his chest and can feel my cheeks heating up at the way he immediately looks at me, eyebrows furrowed lightly. “Let me see you, too?” I let my fingers trail along the collar of his vest, raising an eyebrow at him once I reach the buttons.

“You want to?” Frank tilts his head a little, scratching the side of his neck as his other hand falls from my waist to my hip, still with the same caring touch.

“It’s okay if not.” I press a kiss to his neck, bringing my hand up to play with his tie a little and rest it flat on his chest again.

“No, it’s not that, it’s fine.” He presses a kiss to my neck in return. “I just wasn’t expecting it. It’s alright, love, I promise.” His hand returns to my hip and his grip tightens a little around it as if to prove his words.

After a few seconds, I nod lightly and unbutton Frank’s vest, soon getting rid of his tie to start unbuttoning his shirt, and... Fuck. I swallow under his gaze and at the sight, letting my hands run up his torso, trailing along a few of his tattoos, until I cup his face again and bring him for a kiss, which he seems to appreciate, deepening it. The kiss has a newfound urgency, making me moan softly at how he pushes his hips up against mine, at first experimentally, but does it again—with more pressure, making it last longer—as he rubs circles into my hips, making my thighs quiver a little, having the more arousal pool down in my lower stomach. I need more of him.

“I’m going to take care of you so well,” he moans against my lips.

“Yeah, please,” I breathe before being pulled for another kiss, a longer one.

A smooth movement is enough to have me with my back against the couch, gasping a little as I clutch onto his shoulders, but slowly trail a hand up to his hair at feeling my lungs ache in plea for oxygen, so I tug onto the strands on the back of his head to pull him away a little. Frank moans against my lips, but doesn’t pull away completely, instead nibbling down on my bottom lip, and even dares sucking down on it a little at the same time he pushes his hips against mine again, which would be enough to make me complain for him to rush already if he wasn’t being so sweet the entire time. Each of his touches have me melting into him. Soon, though, his lips are working on a spot under my jaw and trailing a little lower. Wait, is he?—

“Frank— I won’t be able to cover it if you leave a mark that high—” I groan, tugging on his hair a little; the idiot moans against me. Fuck, he should be getting rid of our clothes and doing something already instead.

“And?” Frank scoffs, nonchalant. “Let them see you’re mine. Shush,” he returns to working on the spot, presumably until he deems it is enough, and honestly, I must look like a mess when he pulls up to observe me, but he still hums in appreciation at the sight, running his tongue between his lips. “How bad do you want it?” He asks, making me hum—did I hear it right? “You heard me.” A small grin tugs on his lips.

A shaky breath escapes my lips as I close my eyes for a moment. “Really bad, sir.” I hold back a smile at seeing him swallow dryly, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

“Of course you do,” Frank mumbles, but I doubt his words are directed to me, at least completely, but I doubt it even more that he doesn’t want me as bad as I want him. He takes a little too long to undo my pants and finally pull them down—after I give him a nod to go on—and they soon join my shirt on the ground along with my underwear before Frank proceeds to remove his own shirt and vest completely, quickly reassuming his position between my legs. It’s genuinely difficult to keep my attention away from the newly exposed skin; I helplessly wonder, though, about how his thighs would look, bare and flush against the couch while I kneel before him. “A little lost there, hun?” Frank’s voice brings me back to reality and I’m too far gone now to even feel the embarrassment because of it despite the playfulness in his smile.

“T’s just... Such a sight,” I mumble, holding onto his upper arms to pull him close for a kiss. He looks so beautiful and hot that it’s almost overwhelming.

“At least you have an idea of how I feel about you.” Frank kisses me again, deeper this time, letting his tongue slip past my lips and press down against mine—I sigh softly, giving his arms a light squeeze. “Okay, fuck, we’ve waited enough,” he groans and pulls away, seeming to think for a moment until he twists his mouth a little. “I got no condom, but I’m clean, okay?”

“Oh, right...” I pause. “Yeah, I’m clean too. It’s fine.” I hum, tracing lightly the anchor tattoo on his arm before his lips are pressed to mine again, for a shorter moment this time.

“I’ll stop if you want to, okay? Don’t be afraid to say so, hun, I don’t want to hurt you,” Frank says, voice quiet and deep, but also caring, hence he only tears his gaze away from mine after I give him a nod. He pulls back a little, to lower his pants, only doing so until the middle of his thighs due to his impatience, judging by the quiet grumbles escaping his lips. The impatience is very much appreciated, to say the truth—I moan simply at feeling his cock touch me, resting between my folds. “You good?” He squeezes my hips.

“Yes,” I breathe, letting one of my legs rest over the backrest and Frank seems to appreciate it, nodding as he pushes his hips against mine again and the feeling of his cock against my clit has my thighs twitching a little. “Fuck.”

The nice burning, result of the stretch of my entrance around Frank, has me holding my breath, stifling a few moans as I hold onto his shoulders the moment he is close enough again, finding comfort in the simple contact. Frank lets out a moan once he slips in completely, grip loosening around my hips for a moment as he breathes heavily against my neck.

“Y’feel so good, (y/n), baby,” he babbles, feeling and groping my thighs before his hands return to their previous spot.

All I’m able to do in response is to moan, not only because of how fuzzy my mind became, but also due to how Frank starts to thrust. His thrusts are shallow and slow at first, having us tense up shortly after each of his movements until he can build a proper rhythm, making me let out a long, low moan as I sink my nails into his shoulders, letting my hands trail down his back to give me more support according to how his thrusts grow harsher and my body rocks lightly with it.

“How does this feel, (y/n)?” Frank hums into my ear, his voice sounding a little whiny whilst the words run into one another. “Tell me.”

It’s difficult to gather the words I need for this, even more with how he is changing the angle of his thrusts lightly and— Fuck, he hits all the right spots, making my thighs quiver each time his hips meet mine and a louder moan escapes my lips. Sometimes he manages to graze against my clit, a brief and weak contact, but it’s already something, helping with the pleasure sent up my spine.

“(Y/n),” he groans, voice firmer. “The question.”

“A-Amazing!” I arch my back a little with a sigh. “J-Just— Right there, sir, don’t stop, please don’t stop!” I give up on any coherent thought, preferring to focus on how Frank feels, how it seems like he knows exactly what to do, from the beginning.

Thankfully, he lets out a pleased sound, hopefully regarding my answer.

“So much better than I could ever have imagined.” Frank’s fingers dig into my hips, the pain only compelling me to moan more, leaning into his touch—I’m not much different from him, my nails sinking into his back with my poor attempts of grasping on something, but he never complains, most likely enjoying it as well. One of his hands slides to between us, trailing up to the base of my neck then going down again, eventually having his thumb resting on top of my clit, stroking it frantically, which snatches a louder and higher-pitched moan that would have me embarrassed in another situation, in which my mind wouldn’t be so clouded with need.

The way I arch my back only increases the contact and I am easily feeling this sensation building in my lower stomach, far, but still there.

“Frank,” I breathe out heavily once he pulls his hand away.

Frank doesn’t reply this time, though. The thrusts stutter a little with how he moves to get both of my hands in his, then holds them to the cushion, above my head, where he has both of them together and... he pins my wrists together to the couch with a single hand, the other hooking under my knee so he can hold it up, almost against my chest.

“Fuck, (y/n),” Frank moans, the new position somehow allowing him to reach in deeper, having the pleased sounds escaping my lips more freely this time.

“‘M close!” I arch my back again. It feels so fucking amazing, almost muffling all the noise around us, the heavy breathing that gives place to the moaning and sometimes disappears under the obscene wet sound of skin meeting skin.

“Already?” Humor laces Frank’s voice. “Do I fuck you that well, hun? Because you fucking deserve it, don’t you? You’re so good to me, you’re my good one, the only one that I want, y’know that? You take care of me so well, you’re fucking perfect, (y/n). ‘Won’t let anyone else touch you, they don’t deserve you.” The words slip past his lips almost filthily, enough for my heart to flutter at the same time I’m squirming under him. “Who do you belong to, hm?” He whispers this time, and lets his tongue run along his bottom lip as he waits for an answer, looking at me through dilated pupils and half-lidded eyes. His hair sticks in all directions and the few strands that reach his face glue to his forehead due to the sweat.

“You, sir,” I gasp, choking the words out through a moan, and Frank doesn’t even have time to speak up again before I’m coming, arching my back against the couch as my thighs quiver with how the pleasure runs up them and stops right between my legs, slowly leaving behind a throbbing sensation. My hands are only kept into place due to Frank’s grip around them, his hands tightening around me as I squirm around him until I start to relax against the couch with a soft moan due to how he keeps moving.

“Fuck—” Frank says before pulling out and something lands on my inner thigh—his cum, some of it that managed to slip past his fingers. I watch him stroke himself down from his high, keeping my attention between his face and his hand until his breathing starts to even out. “Wow,” he mumbles, seeming a bit lost before his eyes meet mine and his features soften a little. He leans in for a kiss, his lips meeting mine sweetly. “So, would you like to come to my place?”

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>Part 2

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