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wholoveseggs · 1 year ago

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I am begging you can you please make a Damon and Elijah fic? I didn't know this ship even existed but I'm so fuckin invested in it. You can make up the story line and everything, the only thing I ask is that Elijah is the dominant one and that Elena doesn't support their relationship but they simply don't care what she thinks anymore?

Thank you thank you thank you🫶🫶🫶

Respect

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Elijah puts Damon in his place, and demands he show him a little more than respect.

♡♡ Thanks for the request anon! I was giggling like crazy writing this (its my fav Elijah ship) Unfortunately I didn't include Elena, but we all know she would be jealous as fuck... (of who? well... that's up to you...) ♡♡

2.9k words - Warnings: smut, this is just a alternate version of the iconic pencil scene, Elijah in his middle part menace era, dom!elijah, sub!damon, blowjobs, face-fucking, Damon being an Elijah simp...

At first, Damon just saw Elijah as the enemy, simple, straightforward, an asshole that just had to go.

He was a threat and Damon was an expert on handling threats, especially when it came to the safety of those he cared about. He wasn't afraid to throw punches, not afraid to pull out the stops and go all out.

But then things changed.

Things changed and he realized that maybe he and Elijah had more in common than he thought, the man was cunning and calculating, he could be dangerous when he needed to be, and Damon would be lying if he said that it didn't scare the hell out of him.

Elijah was a mystery that he wanted to solve, he wanted to figure out just how deep his intelligence went, how far his knowledge spanned. He was curious about him, he wanted to learn every little detail and find out what made him tick.

Damon knew what he was to woman, he would wield his good looks like a weapon, his charm was another weapon, his wit was one too.

But now he truly understood what it was like to be on the receiving end of such charisma, it was addicting, and he was hooked.

Elijah's power and dominance was something that drew him in and held him there. He wanted nothing more than to submit to him, to surrender and let him do as he pleased. It was a foreign feeling, one he wasn't exactly comfortable with… but he couldn't resist him.

The way Elijah was able to command his attention and keep it was intoxicating, his presence alone demanded respect, but when he opened his mouth, the words that came out were pure elegance, and Damon found himself captivated by his smooth tone, his articulation was flawless.

He was a true gentleman.

He was everything Damon was not.

So what did Damon do? He took all these new and uncomfortable feelings and did what he always did. Antagonize.

He would try his best to push Elijah's buttons, hoping for a reaction, an emotion, anything to give him a clue on what was going through his mind. But to his dismay, the man would not budge, and it just left Damon wanting more.

He knew he needed to get his attention, and Damon still was determined to protect Elena at all costs, so he decided to take it further, the more dangerous the stunt, the better.

Damon sauntered into the Lockwood mansion, his signature smirk firmly in place. Today was a simple fact finding mission. All he wanted to do was suss out Elijah's weaknesses, find out if he could be manipulated, maybe find a way to control him.

That's all. He told himself, making his way deeper into the house, looking for the original.

It wasn't long until he spotted the older vampire, who was chatting away with Carol. He watched him, noticing how his body language screamed regal and refined.

Damon didn't want to admit it, but he was nervous, this was the first time they were officially meeting. The last time Elijah ripped out the hearts of two vampires right in front of him and the time before that Damon drove a coat hanger through Elijah's heart. Not the best first impression.

He could feel his heart beat quicken, and he knew he needed to calm down, otherwise the vampire would notice. So he took a deep breath and plastered his smirk back on, striding confidently toward the pair.

"Damon," Carol gave him a welcoming smile, happy to see him. "What a surprise," she greeted, reaching forward and shaking his hand.

"Carol," he returned, nodding at her.

"Elijah, I want you to meet Damon Salvatore. His family is one of Mystic Falls' founding families." Carol introduced.

"Mmm," Damon looked at Elijah, whose expression was impassive, his eyes scanning him briefly. "Such a pleasure to meet you."

"No. Pleasure's mine," Elijah replied, taking Damon's hand and squeezing tightly, just a tad bit too tight, causing the younger vampire to wince slightly.

"Excuse me," Carol interjected. "I should probably attend to my other guests," she smiled, giving them both a nod before leaving the pair alone.

Damon could feel Elijah's eyes almost burning holes into him, the older vampire seemed to be sizing him up, as if trying to decide whether or not he was worth his time.

"So," Damon drawled, his smirk still present, he motioned towards a private study off to the side, the door slightly ajar. "Shall we?" he suggested, his tone dripping with honey.

Elijah followed behind him, watching as he made his way inside. This young vampire was going to be quite the handful, but that was okay. He had dealt with others far worse.

Once they were both in the room, Elijah closed the door, grazing his fingertips along the leather sofa, not even bothering to look Damons way.

"What can I do for you, Damon?" he inquired, his voice low, but smooth and controlled.

"I was hoping we could have a word," Damon replied, his tone slightly less confident than before, the way Elijah spoke and held himself was unnerving.

"Where's Elena?" Elijah questioned, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

Damon didn't like the way Elijah asked after her, like he had some sort of claim over her, and he didn't like the way he said her name either.

"Safe with Stefan. They're laying low, you know, bit of a werewolf problem," Damon explained, his tone nonchalant.

"Oh, yeah, I heard about that," Elijah responded, finally looking at Damon, his expression stoic, almost unreadable.

"I'm sure you did since it was your witch that saved the day." Damon couldn't hide the bite in his tone, he didn't like the way Elijah seemed all knowing, as if he was privy to everything that went on in Mystic Falls.

Elijah finally looked at him, and it sent a shiver down his spine. His eyes were cold and calculating, and it made him uneasy and a little aroused.

"You are welcome," he replied with a smug grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Damon leaned against the nearby desk, trying his best to stay casual. "Which adds to my confusion on exactly why you're here?" he questioned, hoping his voice didn't betray the nerves he was currently feeling.

Elijah was bored by this conversation, the infamous Salvatore was not worth his time. "Why don't you just stay focused on keeping Elena safe and leave the rest to me." He replied, looking away from Damon and smiling softly, he then turned and headed for the door.

But Damon wasn't going to let him get away so easily, he was determined to get his attention, so he sped to the door, blocking Elijah's way.

"Not good enough," Damon stated, his voice firm.

The look on Elijah's face could of melted steel, it was cold, his eyes were hard and his jaw clenched tightly.

Before Damon could blink, Elijah's hand was around his throat, lifting him off the ground and slamming him into the wall, his grip was like a vice. Damon couldn't breathe, he struggled against the original, clawing at his hand, gasping for air.

He grabbed Elijah's throat, trying to choke him in return, but it was no use. He was strong, and the fact that the older vampire could effortlessly hold him there, only turned him on even more.

Elijah peeled Damon's hand off his throat, crushing the bones in his fingers, and causing the younger vampire to cry out in pain. Damon was shocked at how strong Elijah really was, how easily he was able to handle him.

"You young vampires, so arrogant." He growled, pushing Damon's hand away with ease. "How dare you come in here and challenge me?'' His voice was full of venom, his tone menacing.

"You can't kill me, man. It's not part of the deal." Damon managed to wheeze out, his words slightly slurred from the lack of oxygen.

Elijah was amused by his statement, his face contorting into a gentle smile, his eyes dancing with mirth. "Silence," he whispered, his tone dangerously low.

Damon's mouth snapped shut, and his heart was pounding in his chest. He was in a compromising position, and he wasn't sure if it was the adrenaline, or the fact that he was literally at the mercy of an Original, but his body was buzzing with anticipation.

Elijah could hear Damon's heartbeat racing, the blood pumping through his veins. He knew what the young vampire was feeling, the fear, the arousal.

Elijah grabbed a pencil and jammed it into Damon's neck. He needed to teach this vampire a lesson. He was a mere child compared to him, and it was time he learned his place.

Damon cried out in agony, the pencil lodged deep in his neck. He was utterly helpless, and Elijah could tell.

He dropped Damon, letting him pull the pencil out of his neck and stumble forwards, he clutched at his throat, groaning in pain.

Elijah smiled slightly, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping the blood off his hands, "I'm an Original. Show a little respect," he ordered.

Damon could feel his pants getting tighter, the bulge in his jeans growing with every passing second. Elijah's dominance was a major turn on, and he couldn't stop the arousal coursing through his body.

Elijah handed him the handkerchief, their fingers brushing, causing Damon to shiver. He took the cloth, wiping away the excess blood.

Damon wanted to be angry, he should be furious, but instead he was excited. His blood was pumping, his adrenaline was high, and he couldn't hide the fact that Elijah made him feel things he never thought possible.

When their eyes met, Elijah knew that he was in for a fun time. He could see the desire swimming in those bright blue eyes. He smirked and stepped closer, invading his personal space, causing the younger vampire to swallow nervously.

"On your knees," Elijah commanded, his tone deep and seductive.

Damon felt a jolt of pleasure go straight to his dick, his mind was screaming for him to leave, but his body was already sinking down to the floor.

Once on his knees, he looked up at Elijah, his heart hammering in his chest, his breath coming out in shallow pants.

"You know what to do." Elijah encouraged, his eyes full of lust.

Damon hesitated, his hands trembling slightly as he reached up and began undoing the belt and button on Elijah's dress pants. He was a bit nervous, not because he had never been with a man before, he had, plenty of times, but this was an original, and he wasn't exactly sure how far he was willing to go.

"Do you require a written invitation?" Elijah questioned with a teasing grin.

Damon frowned and swallowed thickly, pulling the zipper down slowly, and carefully removing Elijah's cock from his pants. It was so hard, so thick, and Damon couldn't deny that he was intimidated by its size.

Elijah grunted slightly, looking down at Damon with hooded eyes, his gaze filled with dark lust. He didn't usually have his enemies submit in this way, only when he was in a charitable mood, but Damon was an exception.

Elijah ran his fingers through Damon's dark hair, tugging gently at the strands, causing the younger vampire to wince, it wasn't rough enough to hurt, but it was enough to pull a reaction.

Damon leaned in closer, his hot breath ghosting across the sensitive skin. Elijah smelled like pine and leather and a hint of cologne, he was pure man, and it made his head spin.

So Damon, using all his experience from previous encounters, ran his tongue over the tip, earning a small groan of approval.

Encouraged by Elijah's moan, he started to slide his mouth along his shaft. Giving him gentle licks and wet kisses, tasting the bitter flavor of the pre cum seeping out.

The pace was slow at first, Damon running his tongue down to the base and back up to the tip, swirling his tongue around the head of the shaft, eliciting more beautiful sounds from Elijah.

Elijah dug his fingernails into Damon's scalp, gripping his head, and guiding him down further, moaning softly as he hit the back of his throat.

Damon gagged a little, causing Elijah to chuckle. "Hmph, there we go," he grunted, looking down at Damon's face and meeting his heated gaze.

He then forced his cock deep into his mouth, holding his head in place and listening to him gag, spit dripping out and down his chin.

"Ah...good boy, that's better," Elijah cooed, easing his grip slightly and allowing Damon to adjust. "Just like that." He praised.

Damon closed his eyes and relaxed his throat, letting Elijah use him the way he wanted, the way he desired.

As soon as the noises stopped, Elijah removed his dick, giving Damon the opportunity to breathe. Damon gasped for air, coughing, his throat was raw, he hadn't let someone treat him in this way for decades, he was completely and totally dominated.

But it was so hot, so arousing, and he loved every minute of it. His own erection pressing painfully against the seam of his pants, he wanted more.

He swallowed heavily, looking up at Elijah who was stroking himself, enjoying the sight before him.

"Mmm, very good, such a pretty face, a perfect mouth for my cock," Elijah growled. "Now suck," he ordered.

Damon surged forward, his mouth wrapping around his shaft once more, but this time he pushed himself all the way to the base, swallowing around him, letting him feel the tight squeeze of his throat.

Elijah thrust his hips, and Damon could tell he was close to the edge, he wanted to taste his cum, wanted to feel the power and authority of him.

"Fuck, yes," Elijah muttered, holding Damon's head and slamming his hips into his mouth. "Just a little bit more," he groaned, his words broken by ragged moans.

Damon's jaw was aching, his entire body was shaking, and he could barely breathe, but the pressure building between his legs made the pain all worth it.

Elijah grunted, slamming his hips forward one final time, spilling his load down Damon's throat. The vampire eagerly swallowed down the warm thick fluid, breathing deeply, and trying to regain his composure.

When the spasms subsided, he pulled out, and Damon collapsed, his body trembling, his cock painfully hard, his breath coming out in sharp gasps.

Elijah smiled down at him, his cock glistening with the young vampires spit. He tucked himself away, straightening his suit and clearing his throat.

"Now, get cleaned up," he commanded, tossing his handkerchief at him.

Damon scrambled to wipe himself off, he didn't even have the decency to ask if Damon needed help getting off. The thought didn't even cross his mind.

Elijah fixed his hair in the mirror, making sure his appearance was perfect, that his part was just right. When he was satisfied with his look, he gave Damon one last glance and left the room without a word.

Damon sat there, stunned and aching. He had never experienced anything like that before, and it left him wanting more. He couldn't believe what had just happened, how easily Elijah had put him in his place, how willingly he had submitted.

He was a vampire, a strong, powerful vampire, and yet he was completely at the mercy of another. And that scared and thrilled him.

He shook his head and stood up, his legs shaking. He quickly composed himself, adjusting his clothes, wiping away the stray tear.

He wondered what Elena would think, or Stefan or even Alaric. Would they understand? He didn't even understand it himself.

He sighed and walked out of the study, heading towards the bar. He needed a drink. A stiff one.

Elijah was leaning against the bar, a glass of scotch in his hand, his expression unreadable. Damon could feel the tension between them, but he ignored it, instead focusing on pouring himself a glass.

"Enjoyed yourself?" Elijah inquired, his voice laced with amusement.

For once Damon was at a loss for words, his mouth opening and closing, no sound coming out. He didn't know how to respond.

"The moment you cease to be of use to me, you're dead, so you should do what I say. Keep Elena safe." Elijah continued, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips.

Damon somehow found his voice again and his snarky side made an appearance. "Well, thank you for being so gracious," he quipped, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Elijah chuckled, shaking his head, he took a sip of his drink, savoring the taste.

"I like this town, there are so many interesting people," he commented, his eyes locking with Damon's, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Interesting?" Damon repeated, arching his brow.

"Indeed," Elijah replied, his gaze lingering on the younger vampire for a moment longer before he stood and set his glass on the counter.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against Damon's ear, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin, "it was nice meeting you Damon Salvatore, I'm sure our paths will cross again,"

Damon watched him walk away, his heart racing, his mouth dry. He wasn't sure what had just happened, but he knew one thing, he wanted more.

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daycourtofficial · 1 year ago

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Falling in Love on the Fourth Floor - Part 7

Summary: Out of an act of desperation, you move in with a guy you kind of know who happens to have a really hot brother who lives next door.

Author’s note: eeeek I’ve had parts of this one in the drafts for AGES the middle section has been drafted for at least a month I swear and I’ve been sitting on it like 🧍‍♀️ waiting to share it. I think this is my favorite part so far (but not my fav overall 🥰)

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Your day had been shit. Ever since that godsawful date Mor ambushed you with last night, you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering about Azriel and Nesta’s date. What they were doing, how things were going, if she was making him laugh.

Hell, you couldn’t stop thinking about their date while on your own date. The guy was good looking, and he wasn’t terrible, but there was nothing there between you two.

He also was very into cryptocurrency, a topic that quickly took over the conversation at dinner. A topic you did not encourage him to continue on. He somehow didn’t get that memo, insisting on walking you up towards the doors of your building when he was dropping you off, where you had made a lame excuse about going to bed early before ducking into your building.

You had followed the same path Azriel took only moments ago, continuing on to your own apartment. You open the door, finding a note on the fridge in Cassian’s messy scrawl.

Have fun.

He drew a winky face, and then several crude drawings on the post-it. The drawings made you groan, Cassian’s enthusiasm for your date further solidifying your nonexistent chance with his brother.

Of course Cassian would have Mor set you up after he found out about your little crush on his brother. You felt so stupid when you saw Nesta on their couch earlier today. You hardly spoke to Rhysand on the way to lab, your thoughts too flooded with how terribly you had read the whole situation.

Cassian probably told Mor all about your dumb crush and got her to fix you up tonight. Maybe Azriel had even mentioned your text to Cassian, asking him what to do about the annoying roommate who developed a crush on his brother.

Your chest hurts, but it was just a silly crush. You’ll get over it.

Eventually.

Azriel stood in the elevator, waiting for the doors to close as he looked at his phone, looking at the last message you had sent him Friday morning.

Wanna grab lunch tomorrow?

He hadn’t answered, his phone having been on silent all day to focus on finishing his work for the next week and the reception in the library not allowing messages to come through. He hadn’t seen the message until he woke up this morning, the timestamp seeming cruel.

Now he stares at it and wants to throw his phone. Missed opportunities, he supposes. But what would this lunch have looked like since you’re dating that dickhead from last night? Would you have had to reject him outright?

He can see your face contort in a smile as you tell him, “oh no, Az, I’m seeing someone.” Then you’d probably laugh about it with the dickhead.

He runs his hands down his face when he hears someone yelling, “hold the elevator please!” He juts out an arm on instinct, not noticing who it is. He sees you slip inside, the doors bumping against his arm, bringing him back to reality as he looks down at you.

Fuck.

A light scent of oranges fills the elevator, and he notes it’s likely from your shampoo. He pulls his arm from the door, allowing them to close, locking the two of you in the metal box.

You look up at him, eyes going wide, cheeks heating in embarrassment at the close proximity. You’re standing right in front of him, and you can smell his cologne, a scent of night-chilled air and cedar filling your nose. You take deep breaths, telling yourself that it’s okay, it was just a little crush.

On a very pretty, smart, and very kind guy.

Who smelled incredible.

You look down at your feet, unsure how to speak to him now that you knew he was dating Nesta. And not wanting to further embarrass yourself by flirting with him.

Gods, this was how you were going to die, you think, shuffling to lean against the rail. Azriel’s voice puts a halt to the spiraling of your thoughts.

“Nice date last night?” Azriel asks, trying not to let whatever he’s feeling bubble up. Your eyebrows shoot up, unaware of Azriel even knowing about your date.

Of course he knows, you think, Cassian probably told him he’d handle it.

“He spent the while night telling me about stocks and crypto and how he wants to be in Forbes 30 under 30,” you scoffed, “so no, it was not nice.”

The elevator starts moving, and his eyebrows shoot up. “So that wasn’t your boyfriend?”

You scoff, “hell no. Mor ambushed me yesterday. She told me to get dressed up and we’d go out and have a fun girl’s night, but when I showed up she texted me that she set me up instead.

“The worst part is Mor was so confident that she told Cassian about it, so he had stayed at her place last night to give me ‘privacy’. He even left crude drawings around the apartment to help the ‘atmosphere’.”

Azriel laughs as the elevator dings for the third floor. He feels his chest lighten, knowing you definitely weren’t seeing anyone. “Mor’s always been ambitious, hasn’t she?”

You laugh. “Maybe it was just a ploy for her to have sex with Cassian.”

You say it, but you know it’s not true. The real truth was they wanted to put you out there, help you get over the beautiful man standing next to you. They knew you didn’t have a shot, especially compared to Nesta. You’re brought back to reality, and decide to hurt yourself further.

“How was your date with Nesta?” You ground out, after a pause in your conversation. You needed to know so you can completely cut off your feelings for him. You needed him to pierce you with the final dagger.

His eyebrows arch up, and he looks at your expression.

Were you upset? You won’t meet his gaze, and you’re clenching your fists. Were you - jealous?

His mouth curls up at the thought, “uh it wasn’t a date. Nesta and I study together every Thursday night. We take a lot of the same classes. We did it last night instead because she was busy on Thursday.”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise, “so you’re not dating Nesta?”

He laughs, “absolutely not. No that’s an avenue I’d never go down. But there is some-“

His words die as you hear a screeching sound and the elevator stops completely, leaving you two stranded somewhere between the first and second floors.

“No - no, no, no.”

You start freaking out - elevators always gave you a bit of concern, their small dimensions making you feel cramped. You hit the button to open the door, jamming it with your finger. Realizing that it was fruitless, You pull out your phone only to remember that the elevator always has no service.

“Fuck,” you mumble, and your breaths start coming faster and faster, and you’re trying to remember your calming techniques, when you feel cold hands gently grab your cheeks.

“Hey, look at me.”

You look up, finding hazel eyes looking back at you. They’re etched with concern, not a trace of mockery in them.

“We’re okay. Breathe with me, can you do that?”

He grabs one of your hands, placing it on his chest so you can feel his breaths as they come in and out. Your eyes stay trained on his, not wanting to look away, wanting to get lost in the gold flecks you find there.

You start following the rhythm of his breaths, but he keeps talking to you in a soothing tone. You’re too focused on breathing to register what he’s saying, but you do register the soothing tone he’s speaking to you in. You could get lost in his voice, its deep timbre a melody in your ears.

Eventually you come back down enough to focus on what he’s saying and he’s telling you about his night - everything he did yesterday.

“Rhys texted me to get some trash bags on my way in, which is where I was coming from when I pulled up and found you with crypto douche.”

You smile, your first real reaction to his words since the elevator stopped.

“There she is,” he says, his finger tapping your cheek, “wanna tell me more about crypto douche?”

“He wants to be a landlord.”

Azriel snorts, “of course he does.”

“I didn’t even want to go on this date,” your eyes stay locked with his, the golden flecks calming you down. “But Mor has been begging me to go out with this guy for ages, and then she finally decided to ambush me by forcing it on me.”

“You know you can tell Mor “no”. It’s a complete sentence.”

“I know,” you sigh, “but she loves playing matchmaker, even though she’s awful at it. Usually once every other month I let her set me up, but she was just throwing a tantrum I wouldn’t let her set me up this time once I figured out the rouse.”

He doesn’t let himself linger on the fact that you haven’t let her set you up since meeting him. Coincidence, maybe. “Have any of them been successful?”

You blow out a breath, “uh, no. Usually I stay for an hour then leave. None of them have ever gotten a second date.” You pause, thinking. “In the words of the great philosopher of our time, “I’m a pathological people pleaser,” you chuckle.

“And who said that?”

“…. Taylor Swift.”

He looks at you, a chuckle on his breath, such tenderness in his gaze it shocks you a bit. “You should stand up for yourself more.”

“I’m… not really sure how. It’s kind of new to me.”

You look at your feet, but he taps your chin so you’ll look at him again. “I stood up to my parents, and it was the scariest thing I’ve ever done.”

You had tiptoed around the topic since your admission to Cassian the day you moved in, the wound still too raw to discuss with anyone other than Feyre. Mor knew some of the details, but not the whole story. You’re sure Rhys and Az knew that something happened with your parents, but you never let them know too much about it.

They didn’t know that your parents had told you that you became everything they had tried to avoid. That, despite everything they did for you, you didn’t turn out right.

You hadn’t told Mor because you knew she would have burnt down their house with them in it.

“It was scary, moving here with a guy I hardly knew.” His grip on you tightens slightly, and he’s hanging onto every word you say.

“But I don’t regret it. Not even when Cassian wakes me up at 6 AM with his singing.”

He chuckles, and he stills as you look into his eyes, your voice clear and strong.

“I don’t… I don’t regret any of it. I don’t regret meeting you.”

His hands are still cupped on your face, his face mere inches from your own. Your confession hangs in the air as you two look at each other, and he leans closer, pressing his forehead to yours.

Your breathing hitches, but not because you’re stuck.

He opens his mouth to reply, but the elevator comes back to life, moving downwards again. It startles both of you into jumping away from each other, and you clear your throat.

“Where are- where are you going?” You ask, gesturing towards his helmet.

“Oh, uh Cassian forgot his lunch and doesn’t have time to grab anything between clients. I was going to bring him something.”

The air is lighter between you two, and Azriel feels like he can breathe you in again. The fog of confusion has lifted between you two, leaving you to be seen clearly by him.

“Do you want to get lunch?”

He echos your previous text message to him, and you nod.

“Yeah I’d love that.”

You stroll through the lobby, putting as much distance between the falter elevator and yourselves. Once you make it to the parking lot, Azriel places his spare helmet on your head, tapping the top of it lightly affectionately.

You zip your jacket up as Azriel gets on the bike first, his thighs straddling the seat. He holds the bike steady, allowing you to place your hands on his shoulders for balance, letting go of your fears as you swing your leg around to straddle the bike behind him. Your body leans against his, wrapping around him, holding onto him.

You place your head on his back, your fingers clutching onto his jacket. It feels new, electricity crackling through every inch of you that is in contact with him, despite the layers and helmets that separate you.

He chuckles at the gasp you let out when you two start moving, how your hands hold onto his jacket a little tighter than before.

He pulls a hand away to place it gently on one of the hands you have clutched to his jacket, squeezing three times before moving his hand back.

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iluvchick3nz · 23 days ago

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i’m from the south and i KNOW that leo is a gossiper. not in a bad way tho. but in the south you know everything about everyone bc people just talk all the time. could you do a fic of leo talking to finnlo about all the stuff he knows like “you’ll never believe what i found out today” and “so-and-so was telling me this thing about so-and-so”. i just think it would be so cute that leo knows so much about their community and finnlo just love that he does. thank you for writing about o’knutzy bc they are one of my favs 🥰 you’re so amazing

You all have got me starting my FOURTH Word document, holy smokes! Thank you so much for all the love and support on this blog. It's so special to be able to write for you all!

Have some FinnLo being obsessed with their southern lovin' sunshine, and Leo being his bubbly, kind, lovely self! Featuring a sleepy Logan Tremblay and Finn O'Hara, who doesn't normally like sweet things for dessert, but his sweet boyfriends will do. :)

Character credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Hi, baby,” Finn said as their apartment door shut. “How was the store?”

“Good,” Leo replied, going to the fridge to put away the groceries. “Found that nice steak you like.”

“Oh, thanks, gorgeous.” Finn marked his book and stood from his spot on the couch. He walked up behind Leo and put his hands on his hips, kissing the back of his neck. “I missed you. Let me help.”

Leo hummed happily. “Missed you, too.” He handed Finn a large bag of rice to put with the rest of their dry goods. “Oh, hey, you know Mrs. Gonzalez? From downstairs?”

Finn looked at him. “Who?”

“The lady that takes her cat for a walk.”

“Ah, yes. Cat lady.”

Leo rolled his eyes playfully. “She’s not just a cat lady.” He turned back to the fridge. “Anyways, she was telling me that the Richardsons, the couple in the apartment two doors down, just bought the house right next to Sirius and Remus’.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, apparently Mrs. Richardson got a huge promotion at her law firm last year, so they’ve got enough finally to move out. Mr. Richardson is also a music teacher at the local high school, which I didn’t know.”

Finn blinked at him when he unpacked a large box of oatmeal. “I think I’ve talked to them both all of three times since I moved in, honestly.”

“Really? I always see her when I go for my walks in the park. She walks their dog there, too, a cute little chocolate lab and cocker spaniel mix. Her name’s Ruby.”

Finn laughed. “How do you know so much?”

Leo shrugged. “Don’t know.” He whistled for a moment before letting out a gasp. “Oh my gosh! Oh, and, I ran into our favorite barista at the grocery store today, Cecilia. She got engaged this past weekend to her girlfriend- well, fiancee now, I guess, Emily. And Emily’s family is, like, super wealthy, and they want to have the wedding out west at a ranch or something, I don’t know. But Cecilia is really on the fence about it, I mean, that’s a lot of money.”

“Right, yeah.”

“And Mr. Hu from the repair shop says hi, I saw him, too. Which reminded me, we need to change your oil soon, honey, I checked it the other day.”

“Uh, right. Okay, yeah, sure, I’ll call.”

But Leo just waved his hand, too distracted by putting away some canned tomatoes. “Already done, sweetheart, I talked to Mr. Hu. Next Tuesday at nine. Oh, did you know his daughter is going into preschool? Gosh, I remember when she was a newborn and I held her in the shop while we had your winter tires put on, remember?”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember.” Finn stood with his hip against the counter and smiled at Leo. “You sure are a chatterbox, huh?”

Leo tisked. “No, that’s still you. I’m just sociable.” He put away one last can and turned to Finn. “Okay, I think that’s everything. Thank you, honey.”

“You’re welcome.” Finn helped Leo hang up their canvas grocery bags and drew him in by the hand. “Hey, c’mere.”

Leo fell into Finn’s kiss with a surprised noise. He grinned when they pulled apart. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Finn nudged their noses together. “I love how you know everyone. How you remember everyone.”

Leo’s cheeks were flushed red as he gave a little shrug. “They’re all just so nice. I like talking to ‘em.”

“Mm.” Finn leaned in and kissed him again. “I love you.”

“I love you.” Leo kissed his cheek. “Where’s Lo?”

“Napping. It’s tough, relaxing on summer vacation. Gets tired easily.”

Leo laughed. “Lazy boy.”

“Non, I am not.”

Finn and Leo both turned to find Logan exiting their bedroom, Leo’s sweater pulled over his fingers. He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand and stretched.

Leo’s eyes brightened. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Salut.” Logan wormed his way in between them and all but fell against Leo’s chest. “Missed you,” he said through a yawn. “Was the store okay?”

“Yeah,” Leo said softly, pressing a kiss to Logan’s temple. “Found the steak Fish likes. Was thinking about doing it for dinner.”

“Do you for dinner,” Logan grumbled.

Leo snorted. “You’re so silly.”

“What about dessert?” Finn asked, arms overlapping with Leo’s around Logan’s waist. “I don’t even really like sweet stuff, I’d rather eat you.”

“Mm, ouais, Fish is right.”

“We are derailing,” Leo said drily. “I am talking about a nice, romantic steak dinner with some local veggies I got. And wine.”

Logan tilted his head up. “And I am talking about vacation sex with my boyfriends who I don’t get to see very much during the year. And who I love very much. I win.”

Finn adored the way Leo’s cheeks still blushed so sheepishly. “Well, yeah. I guess you do.”

Logan pressed his satisfied smile into Leo’s chest. “I do.” He kissed over Leo’s heart. “What time is Finn’s car appointment on Tuesday?”

“Ah, so you were awake,” Finn said, pinching Logan’s ribs playfully. “Thanks for the help.”

Logan laughed as Finn’s fingers dug into his side. “I’ll fold the laundry we have sitting in the basket in our room.” He flinched as Finn’s fingers hit home again, eyes closed with his laughter. “Ah, rouge!”

Finn stopped and bent his head to place wet kisses on Logan’s neck. “I agree to that trade off.”

Leo nodded in agreement. “Amen, I hate folding laundry.”

Logan smiled up at him. “I think it’s very cute. That you know everyone.”

“It’s a southern thing,” Leo said, swaying them gently. “You just kind of know everything about everyone. Good stuff, though, usually. Little snippets of people’s lives. Who’s graduating, who got married, who moved. Things like that.”

Finn ducked his nose into Logan’s hair and peeked out to meet Leo’s bright blue eyes. “I like that.”

Leo’s smile was gentle sunshine. “Yeah?”

“Ouais,” Logan agreed. “Maybe we should talk to more of our neighbors.”

“They’re all very nice,” Leo agreed. “I met the new ones down the hall today, some folks that just graduated from Gryffindor University. There are four of them. Sasha, Benjamin, Dante, and… Kiara! Kiara, that’s her name. I was thinking of making them a pie or something. Or some cookies.”

Logan laughed into Leo’s chest. “Ouais, soleil. I’ll help.”

Leo pulled back to look at him, delighted. “Really? You will?”

“Of course, mon coeur.” Logan cupped the back of Leo’s neck and drew him down for a kiss. “I like baking with you.”

Leo bit his lip around a smile. “You’re sweet.” He kissed Logan’s forehead, then Finn’s. “You guys want to go to the park and walk around for a bit? It’s still not quite time to make dinner, and it isn’t too hot today. Nice and sunny.”

“Sounds good, sunshine,” Finn said. “Hey, maybe we’ll see Mrs. Richardson and Ruby.”

Leo looked proud and happy, bright blue eyes looking between the two of them. Logan and Finn couldn’t look away.

“We just might,” Leo said, giving Logan’s hips an excited squeeze. “C’mon, let’s get our shoes on.”

#lumosinlove #leo knut #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #o'knutzy #vaincre #sweater weather #coast to coast #lgbtqia #love #leo is a *southern sunshine* angel he's such a sweetie pie #finn “obsessed with his bfs” o'hara he has no chill he LOVE loves them #logan tremblay is surprisingly good at folding clothes and SUPERVISED baking and eating dinner and dessert- he LOVES dinner and dessert ;)#hockey boys #gryffindor lions #mlm #southern usa #new orleans louisiana

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fayrinferno · 2 months ago

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Hello,

I have a question: are Hitomi's tarot cards... True/ispired by real tarot ? I mean are called Merlin's Oracle or something, I'd like to know them better. (Even italian names! Nice touch).

Hi, Sorry for the belated answer. I had to take some time since I didn't know the answer right off the bat and I'm definitely not an expert on tarot. But I had some time today, so I brought the cards out to play.

Much like other "real life" references in Escaflowne, such as the places, Hitomi's tarot set is a very intentional mix of several existing things. Escaflowne Compendium said that the Major Arcana (the "named" cards) in her set is similar to the "traditional" tarot sets, while the Minor Arcana (the cards with certain number of symbols or suits) was much like the newer Merlin tarot set.

Obviously, it is made that way so that it looks believable but at the same time, is something original that can only be found in this production. If it was a real tarot set, I think it would feel pretty "bootleg" since some of the cards are named different (or even wrong), but my imagination lets me believe this could be true for a tarot set bought somewhere in 80s/90s Japan. One artbook I know just says they were "bought in Yokohama", Compendium says that Hitomi's grandma bought it for Hitomi there, when she was a child (so I assume some other official material says the rest of it).

I don't think tarot was big in Japan at the time. And much like Christian symbolism for example, these things are not treated "as seriously" in Japan. That's probably why grandma had no scruples buying it to a child. Might have even been that Hitomi begged her to get the "pretty cards" when she saw them, who knows? I'm inclined to believe Hitomi was there with her, when she bought them.

Anyway, I don't think Hitomi is that much of an expert (having studied tarot into great detail or her readings being "by the book"), it's just her intuition that makes it her predictions accurate, rather than her having memorized all the possible meanings exactly. Whatever material she learned from might not have even been accurate in the first place. To put it simply, guess I believe more in her powers than the power of the cards, haha. I never tried to learn anything about reading the cards, either. But here, I laid out some of the more notorious ones (or simply my favs) for you.

So what I have on the table there is the limited edition PSX game set... and in the row above it, an actual Tarot set I bought on a whim few years back! On my package it says "The Original Tarot" and indeed, it matches with what is listed on the Compendium as "traditional" or Rider-Waite set, originally from 1909, when it comes to the Major Arcana cards. And you can clearly see when you compare the two that Kimitoshi Yamane, who designed the Escaflowne cards and painstakingly drew them on an ancient Apple computer, must have held a set that was similar to mine. The main elements of the cards are usually there, even though he drew them anew.

At the same time though, he probably also had the much newer Merlin set from 1988 as a direct reference, because, as an Easter egg, in episode 1 the edge of the card that is otherwise known as Hierophant or Il Papa appears, but it has the Merlin set name (Innocent) and number (XV) right next to it. Basically, the card name looked exactly as it does in the Merlin set. Later on, it reappears as episode 21 title card, already fixed with the Italian name and without the number, much like Hitomi's other cards (her Major Arcana cards are not numbered, unlike either of the sets they were inspired by). Checking the link above, you also can see that the back side of the Merlin cards looks kind of similar to Hitomi's, at least in colors. But the motive of a circle in the center is present also on my version, except it's not as colorful.

So the only ones of the printed Escaflowne cards that are significanly different are Il Fusco/La Luce (Ace of Serpents) and several other cards, observe:

First of all, you must know that none of the officially released Escaflowne sets is a complete, functional tarot deck. It is just the Major Arcana with a few extra cards from Minor Arcana that appear in the series. There was a fan project few years back that remedied that and provided free files to print her complete set (which was pretty awesome ngl) but I don't have them, so you would have to do your own (re)search there.

Anyway, back to what we have on the table here, the first three of these are the aces of three of the four suits included in the Minor Arcana. The Minor Arcana suits behave much like hearts, diamonds, clubs, and spades suits in the playing card sets (no surprise, since those developed from tarot). Sorry if I'm stating the obvious, everybody plays cards here occasionally but I don't really know how common it is to play with cards at home elsewhere (unless you are a poker or magic tricks enthusiast). In these parts, the 32 piece German-suited set is always brought on trips and such even to play various games with kids. One of the most popular games is a variation of Uno played with these generic playing cards.

So, in the traditional tarot sets you have suits starting with one sword, two swords... all the way up to ten, followed by the Page of Swords, Knight of Swords, Queen of Swords, King of Swords, and Ace of Swords (or cups/wands/pentacles). And those Escaflowne cards with the two names (Il Fusco/La Luce, L'Aria/La Vita, La Terra/La Legge) really correspond to the aces above them, except, my traditional set does not have serpents, beasts, birds, and fish like Hitomi's... because those come from the Merlin set that looks like this:

You can definitely see the similarity with the way the minor cards (such as the Attention card) are drawn, right? They also have original names (not just Five of Beasts, Five of Pentacles or whatever) and that principle is used on Hitomi's tarot cards as well. Here is how the Ace of Serpents looks in the Merlin set (sorry, the single image I could found of it all over the internet was a bad and skewed photo), compared to Hitomi's Ace of Serpents:

Also, please note the Merlin dragon contains a wand, not a guy (lmao I couldn't resist), probably because the equivalent in the traditional set is the Ace of Wands. I put the matching aces over the Escaflowne cards just for illustration. The L'Ambizione guy is a Knight of Beasts (with a special name inspired by the Merlin set), the only Knight level card included in the Escaflowne set. He actually comes not from the episode cards but one of Hitomi's readings.

I guess that's it for now, hope it answers your question and thanks for asking. I learned a lot again, researching this. It was once again somewhat mind-boggling how much research and work the creators put into this in the pre-internet times, learning the basics of tarot, actually looking up a set that uses dragons as suits to match the series imagery, using early computer graphics, translating stuff into Italian etc. I guess a year or so of the production must have been spent in the library. And the nerd in me finds it pretty neat, ngl.

#escaflowne #reply #tarot #hitomi kanzaki

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lotomber · 2 years ago

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Hi! Just looked through your stuff and it's amazing! I really love you choice of profile design aswell. I come with a request, you can ofcourse just ignore it you don't feel like it.

The request is Yandere Fyodor x reader, who he has been stalking, and slowly been befriending for awhile, but reader has trust issues and it takes a long time before he can actually start giving romantic hints. So ofcourse Fyodor who, in this scenario, has urges and is getting impatient. So he drugs them and kidnaps them :). I was thinking smut where he places reader's hand on where he wants them to touch him, but go with whatever you want or not at all. Hope you have a great day/night

YOUR LOVE MADE ME CRAZY!

Pairing: Yandere! Fyodor x GN! Reader Warning: NSFW, smut, yandere behavior, stalking, drugging, Noncon/dubcon, not proof read!

You frequently visited the cafe near your place after college/work. you didn't had many friends, you preferred to read books at your fav cafe. One day when you were reading a book a man approached you.

"Is that (any of your fav book) you're reading?" he had a pale face with beautiful magenta eyes and shoulder length messy black hair with a ushanka, He was absolutely beautiful.

"Uh yes. Is there any problem?" you answered despite his sudden intrusion.

"I couldn't help but notice the book you were reading and it's my favorite. Oh pardon my rudeness I'm Fyodor Dostoevsky, Do you come here regularly?"

"I'm (Name), yes the ambience and coffee is nice here so I do come here often. Are you a Russian?" you couldn't help but be curious about the mysterious man.

"Yes I'm a Russian I moved here due to some work so I still don't know many people here would you mind if I sit with you?"

"Ah no, you can sit here if you want to." at first you felt awkward and hesitant with him but despite your worries you both hit really well and instantly became friends. You both started meeting often at the same cafe, Your hobbies, favorite books and ideologies matched with each other.

But what you didn't knew was the fact that he already knew everything about you, your every single personal information from when and where you go to your likes and dislikes, He was always lurking in your shadows and finding the right time he approached you with an innocent face at that cafe he knew you frequented.

But despite his efforts whenever he made any romantic gestures you always backed out, rejected his advances and always drew a line. he was getting impatient of this and he couldn't control his urges anymore so he thought of another way.

As usual he was waiting for you at the cafe and when you came he offered to buy you a coffee which you accepted. He sometimes buyed you coffee which you didn't minded but today was something rather off about him which you wished you could've noticed earlier.

Just after taking a few sips of the coffee you started feeling weird, your mind went foggy and you felt a hot burning sensation all over your body soon you fell unconscious and the last thing you saw was the unsettling smile of Fyodor.

When the first time he saw you, he instantly fell in love with you. That's why first he used the indirect way to approach you. Everytime you talked to him he would stare at your lips thinking how they would feel on his lips as his tongue mingle with yours or how your pretty little hands will look pumping his cock. No one could ever comprehend what filth he thought behind that innocent face. But whose fault it was that he was like this? Of course yours, after all his love for you made him like this so he's gonna make sure that you'll take responsibility!

After a while you opened your eyes in an unfamiliar place and he was there in front watching you with that same smile. You wanted to say something but your mind was still in a haze and you felt that burning sensation more prominently than before that it was almost hurting.

"Hmm what happened darling, not feeling good?" he said in mocking tone.

"Y'know darling it's not even half of what I felt whenever I saw you but don't worry I'll help you I'll make you feel good cause I love you!" he leaned over you whispering in your ear as he started kissing your neck. While he held your hand making you touch his already hard throbbing cock.

"Can you feel it darling? can you feel it me? it's all because of you!" he said in a low seductive tone as he proceeded to kiss you, pushing his tongue in your wet cavern.

You wanted to protest and stop him but you don't know if it was because of your hazy state of mind or something else, it felt good. His touch felt ethereal, he tore your clothes as he was getting too impatient to undress you slowly. He covered two of his fingers in spit before plunging them in your hole. You let out a yelp as you felt his fingers stretching you for a while. After that without warning he pushed his whole length in your hole. You shrieked in pain as he starting thrusting without giving you time to adjust.

"F-fuck you feel so good, darling!" he let out loud grunts as he kept thrusting.

It was wrong, yes it was really wrong but what could you do when it all felt so good?

A/N- I don't support any of the themes mentioned above in real life!

P.S - Sorry this took time cause I was busy with my exams. I still have some requests pending I'm gonna complete them soon so please wait!

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #bsd x you #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bungou stray dogs fyodor #fyodor smut #bsd smut

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dreadfullyinquisitive · 7 months ago

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So I finished the game a bit ago, and I have been mulling over my feelings. While I'm not adding anything new, I do think it's useful for me to purge these emotions. It's been a month since it's release, so here we go:

I have incredibly mixed feelings about The Veilguard. While I genuinely had a good time for the most part and I've never cried because of a video game before. There were great improvements in some areas, but I ultimately feel like there were so many missed opportunities, rushed aspects, and bizarre choices.

I think some of this comes down to the Fandom had 10 years of waiting, theorizing, dreaming, headcanons, and expectations while the actual devs had 10 years of development hell, layoffs, and EA meddling.

When all that was coming out I was concerned, to say the least, and was trying to temper my expectations. However, as we got closer, I engaged in fandom and more of the game was revealed, I became more optimistic. I can love a Dragon Age game with shitty graphics, boring combat, and funky gameplay because that's not what drew me to Dragon Age. I came for the world, its lore, its characters and its writing.

In that aspect, this game delivered so many things (just maybe not in the most ideal way) but also disappointed me greatly.

So perhaps some of my feeling are a result of not managing my expectations towards the end. Also, I haven't played the other games on launch/release. In retrospect, I don't know how much affects my feelings today. I always viewed the aspects I disliked from the other games "as they are" because I had no such expectations. Do I have a lot of issues with the other games? Obviously, Yes. Would I have been this critical and let down by Inquisition, my fav game, as well? I have no clue. Maybe after everything calms down and with time more people and I will enjoy it "as it is".

After all, seeing everyone compare Veilguard to the other DA games (and bg3 which isn't fair imo) some of what we criticized most became fun quirks that some people even miss. Some of the nitpicks (mine included) are so subjective that it's muddying the water of what actually makes a good, let alone, a great game.

All of this to say:

I'm glad this game exists. It came to me at a hard time in my life and it was a nice escape (just like the last one). I just wish it had been MORE.

#veilguard #dav #datv #dragon age the veilguard #Journal Entry

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scarlettmystery59 · 8 hours ago

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Omggggg wait jess asked you to sign the print !? Wow TELL US MORE !!! what did louis say im so jealous!! Who did u all give prints to ?????

SHE DID!!!

Basically when I gave her a print of my poster drawing she was looking at it and then she flipped to the back and went ‘did you sign it…’ (sees that I wrote my user on the back) ‘oo.. can you sign it!!’ And I literally stood there like WHAT?! And was like ‘me sign it??’ And she’s like ‘yes!!’ And I go ‘yes?? Of course omg?’ AJSHDHS then I signed it and she went ‘oooh yes so perfect!! Thank you’ I died right there

I asked Louis to sign my program with his fav Henry line and when he was writing it on the book HE WAS CROUCHED ON THE FLOOR TRYING TO WRITE IT I WAS LOWKEY GIGGLING then I gave him the print and he said something along the lines of ‘oh my god yes I saw this!! Us in the theatre love your art, we always look when you post’ something something then ‘it’s all around the theatre’ DIED I ACTUALLY DIED

He said some other things I don’t really remember, it was such a blur and I forgot to record audio of stage door yesterday cus I was with people oops (usually I do LMAO) but oh my god he was so sweet :((

When I was talking to Miranda, George came over and was looking over Miranda’s shoulder at the prints I gave her and he pointed at himself in the poster one and pulled this face at me 😲 LMAOO and said something I can’t remember and I was like ‘do you want a print!!!’ So I gave him one and he was very happy I can’t even

Oh my god and Miranda was SO sweet, I gave her a couple prints, a sticker and two little badges and she said that a different badge I had given her she wears on her coat all the time, and I asked her to sign my program with her fav Patty quote and she wrote ‘Side dish!! - The Magic Meatball’ then DREW A LITTLE MEATBALL WITH A CAPE AHAJSJFH I was giggling as she drew it it’s so silly

Jake Mavis was a cutie patootie too, I gave him a print of Robbie (his ensemble character) and he was like ‘OH MY GOD!!!’ AND basically in the show, when Joyce does the ‘if your here to make out in some high school musical, you should just leave now’ him and another ensemble member did a piggyback off the stage and I brought it up at stage door and he said (and I quote) ‘YES, we’ve been doing that recently and we had to do it again today, perfect for pride’ GIGGGLINNGGGGG

Robbie x Kenny real guys

Then when I was talking to Betsy and Edie, I gave Edie a print and she went something similar to Louis where she said that they all love them (the goober drawings) AWWWHJRHR then they both said that loved that I held up prancer HAHA (I was sat in the director/Joyce seat and when they shone the flashlights at me to say the ‘special guest from…’ I held up the prancer plush and they went aw and laughed on the stage HAHA)

I’ve yapped too much now so I’m gonna just list everyone I gave stuff too LMAO

Louis, Miranda, Jess, George, Betsy, Edie, Jake

(I think that’s all??)

There were a couple more people who came out but they seemed busy so I didn’t disturb them HAHA

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enidtendo64 · 2 years ago

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I just finished Wednesday today and I'm full on the wenclair ship!!!! so I'm glad to have seen your art just as I'm done lmao. if you read wenclair fics do you have any recommendations?

OOOOH Okay nice nice!!!

I'm so sorry this is so late but I hope you still want some recs, bc I def got some for you! I tried to keep these pretty succinct and not too many bc a lot of these are pretty long reads but these are some of my fav Wenclair fics to read and reread! I made sure to put different types/genres of fics in here too so there's a diverse list of flavors on here! Most will be complete but I'll throw in some WIPs i've been keeping an eye on!

If We Make It Through December by overnights: If you love FLUFF and Enid interacting with the Addams Fam! A wenclair STAPLE tbh, fake dating, Enid being invited to the Addams Mansion, and CHRISTMAS fic all in one! The dynamics between the Addams and Enid are always sweet, and Wednesday and Enid just teeter on that close friendship to oh, maybe it's love??? thing and it's so sweet to see. It's just very lovely and wholesome! A great execution of that 'fake dating but oops you were in love all along haha' trope!

Magus et Lupus by wigglewyrms: Ok like I had to rep one of my pals in here but in my defense this is genuinely so good and one of my favorite wenclair fics before we even became friends! It's a fun fantasy Wenclair with dialogue that's just so fun and snappy and witty! You're gonna have fun reading their conversations and then you're gonna get caught up into the world and the story! The plot is very fun and the end is a very fun payoff! I think I might have overused the word fun a lot for this fic but like that's just what this fic is--It's entertaining, it's engaging, and it makes you feel like you're having fun reading wanting to know what's next or what's this person gonna say or etc. It's a fic you read and you feel good! 100% Recommend! I even drew art for it if you're interested (which I should honestly repost on here soon)

I'd recommend their other stuff too-- Stubborn, Single Minded, and Obsessive is great if you like the slasher horror genre with a dash of Addams Family Values Lore, and their most recent one that's a WIP, When The Moon Shines Red is a very fun fic focused on Enid's werewolfisms but dangerous, with a very sweet friendship to relationship evolution between Enid and Wednesday!

i know the end by thriftedstars: If you're an angst lover like I am, you're gonna LOOOOVE this! A sort of groundhog's day type of fic, it focuses on the day of the last episode of the first season--Enid, Wednesday, Tyler, Crackstone, all that entails in that night. It's a really fun read just to know what happens next and how Enid gets out of the situation but also to see the girls' relationship grow in this terrible situation. Lots of emotion! Listen sometimes you just need the hurt for the ending to be sweeter! Recommend wholeheartedly!

curtain call by hanjisgirlfriend: on the complete opposite side of the last fic, Curtain Call is an enemies to friends to lovers Wenclair that does an amazing job of capturing that kind of high school love story kind of vibe but like also a dash of youthful nostalgia. It gives me the same vibe of like, if I was listening to the Kids album by Mac Miller--They're kids and they're friends and they're growing up and they're growing up together. I HIGHLY recommend as well, like it genuinely makes my heart lighter thinking about how sweet this is.

raven in the den, wolf in the nest by Barbara_Lazuli: So you might be familiar with the author's name--Artist, Comic maker, Writer, literally what CAN'T she do!!! This fic is another fake dating fic but a different flavor from the first one! This one really dives into both Enid and Wednesday's relationships with their mothers, as well as the building feelings they already have for each other. Their bond in this fic is nothing short of sweet and heartwarming, and I genuinely think this is one of the best fics in the tag! Just got so much substance! Also all the Addams family media references and the Loona refs-- like Barb if you read this you're a champ for making Wednesday play Sonatine and also listen to Hula Hoop and just for making this in general????? Seriously how are you so talented bro

queen of the night by heyfools: Look, a flower shop AU hits okay? And this? THIS HITS. Wednesday is an owner of a flower shop, Enid needs a job, and we know where this is going. But man the way you get to know both characters a little more--their histories, traumas, likes and dislikes and their personalities beyond "appropriately polite cowoke" (well, polite for Enid, not so much Wednesday at first) it's soooooo good! You have a journey along with the characters and you really get invested in their relationship! A great read, especially if you wanna read something like in the afternoon light with a nice lemonade maybe, or like just a very relaxing fun read!

Forged in Blood by RiseAboveTheAshes_203: Okay so this one is a HEAVY HITTER! We're getting into the big bois! It's a 100k fic about Wednesday and Enid basically dealing with the consequences of Enid becoming a blood wolf-- and bro you are seated, belted, strapped into the ride every step because PHEWWWW what a RIDE! It has really interesting lore building upon werewolf society in the show and also witchery and magic from the Addams family. And all of that is great and amazing but the real star of this is just Wednesday and Enid being Wednesday and Enid--they are DEVOTED to each other! Even if they don't quite understand the full means of it yet, and if it gets them in trouble sometimes. It's amazing to see their relationship grow and them understand what they truly mean to one another and it's a captivating love story that also happens to have fun world building for the show and amazing moments that just leave you so tense to know what happens next! I was so tuned in when this was still a WIP I remember refreshing the tag every lunch time for a while for a chapter I was HOOKED, and I'm sure you will be too!

A Kidnapping By Any Other Name by Ravenmoon33: So bear with me this is gonna be a long one; Ok! So this is the other WIP I've put in here (aside from When The Moon Shines Red) and let me tell you--this fic changed my life fr. Some TLDR lore about it tho--the version I linked above there is a revised version! They have an old version they still have up on their account and honestly I also HIGHLY recommend that version too bc it had me in bed giggling kicking my feet like ROMANCE. ROMANCE WAS MADE in these ao3 walls!!! (The flower scene???? No spoilers if you know you know but OOOOOOOOGGHHHH I would not shut up about it for WEEKS Im so sorry to my friends and my poor gf) but I also highly recommend the new version as well! If you've read the first version and are keeping up with the new version, the new things are also so good and you can tell the author is so locked in and excited with what they've added and what they've changed, I honestly recommend both;

So onto what it's actually about-- Enid is "kidnapped" by Wednesday and is "forced" to stay at her best friend's mansion for the summer. And you know what happens? LORE. So much worldbuilding on Addams family lore like it's AMAZING!!! You read about new characters the family past and what it means for Wednesday and Enid, and if that's not enough, there's also the MYSTERY aspect too because Weds and Enid will have to deep dive into that lore to figure out a problem in the present and it's so much FUN to like try to figure out how things go together! I love that aspect of both the versions so much that it's only rivaled by my immense love of how everyone's relationships are written! Enid's relationships with the other members of the Addams fam, especially Morticia, is so healing and heartwarming, and we see Wednesday's different dynamics with her family and how Enid affects her and helps her grow and you see those relationships with her family members grow because of it! And of course, the obvious, Wednesday and Enid basically having a love story for the ages cause JESUS, this is ROMANCE. Wednesday BIG FUCKING ROMANTIC Addams!!! It's amazing omg I wanna say more but I also don't bc I don't wanna spoil but I absolutely cannot rec it enough, even if it stays unfinished it will still be genuinely one of the best wenclair fics for me.

Tumultuous Waters: Wednesday Season Two by KrackenoftheDeep: So we're here at the last one. I didn't really list these fics out in specific order but I did save this specific one for last bc I genuinely think this is my favorite Wednesday fic. This is like a full ass season 2! It's a telling of how season 2 could happen, continuing from season 1 and picking up the ball the first season threw with stuff about the Morning Song cult, a deeper dive of Crackstone and Goody, more worldbuilding about the outcasts and the school, and best of all-- THE Wednesday and Enid dynamic that to me would be so fucking ideal for season 2 if Timothy Burton wasn't a COWARRD!!! /j /maybe

The growth Enid and Wednesday have in this fic, along with the exploration of the other characters, more investigations not just by Wednesday but also the other nightshade members helping and getting involved as well! You really get to feel so many things for these characters, and all of that pays off in one of the most satisfying endings for me in a fic like the author really fucking knocked this out of the park I felt like giving a standing ovation!

I genuinely don't think the Wednesday writers could like, live up to this. At least for me, it's that good. This is everything I've ever wanted for a Wednesday s2 honestly and I honestly, HONESTLY could not recommend this enough.

And after you read this, you can follow along the author's sequel to this fic, The Infinite Black Sea: Wednesday Season 3. Again, also highly recommend! A new mystery afoot!!!

I'm so sorry I didn't expect this to get super long but sometimes you just gotta give tens where tens are deserved!!! There are so many more great wenclair fics out there that deserve a reading and loving, like I know the tag can look a little scary sometimes but seriously there's some great gems there underneath all the scary stuff lol

These are just some of my personal favs, and honestly thank you to all the authors here yall are doing God's work fr!!!

#starry-river-serval #asks #so my b like i just went off on a bunch of tangents talking about these fics #but in my defense they're very good!#I hope that you read these fics when you have the time bc it was time spent VERY well reading these!#thank you authors you are the backbone of fandoms #fic rec #all of these except for the three I mentioned are completed works and all of them are sfw!#happy reading yall and don't forget to show the authors love and leave a comment!

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milimeters-morales · 2 years ago

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okay more pictures I had thoughts about

Starting with these:

This handwriting is diff than how he wrote his name on that scan sheet in so I’m glad I can see his natural handwriting and not the neater one for tests and such, also the 😩 emoji he drew out I’m cryinggggg he’s so silly 😭😭😭 and I loved the little drawings he did in the book too, esp the cute version of the spider and the hearts around the bite!!! His memory is so fucking good too, to be able to remember all the details in the people he’s drawn and a spider he hasn’t seen in a long while (or a few days, idk when he actually drew this part)! Next ! :3

This one is soooo fucking funny to me. Bro can’t stand his ass he really can’t believe this is NYC’s new protector. Miles needed to get charged 50% more for embarrassing himself and by extension me bc I had to defend him here. It is a quick moment with him and Lenny (I think that’s his name?) but I like to think that they know each other, or at least have a friendly relationship for Miles to be so casual about this. If I really wanted to reach, and I do, I would say that he knows it’s Miles lol bc the voice is a dead giveaway.

THIS IS MY FAV PAIR OF PHOTOS TODAY. So I love the squinty then closed eyes, the use of his other powers besides the usual spider-man abilities, AND how he’s using them effectively but ends up indirectly causing a blackout ! Of course this isn’t the way I wanted it to go, I would prefer him being the direct cause in a scenario where maybe he takes the energy or overloads it to the point of a blackout, BUT this was funny, and it was still basically what I really hoped to see! And wasn’t this robot villain super similar to a robot toy either Miles or Ganke had in their dorm room??? can you imagine that the villains have more merch than Miles does and Ganke makes sure to remind him of that 😭😭😭 help

Now listen I think Miles would be ADORABLE. SO PRECIOUS. SO SILLY. with a few hairs actually above his lip. He swears it’s a full on mustache but it looks like he drew it on with eyeliner. Can you imagine how similar he’d look to Aaron when he laughs AND has those few hairs? He’d be ecstatic and would be showing them off to everyone he knows, he’s telling his dad that he’s a man now and can’t be grounded and that his curfew needs to be later, Rio’s probably only egging it on and Jeff is so proud but SO annoyed bc both him and spider-man, by pure coincidence, are starting to act like they’re much more mature and above anything and everybody in the way teenagers are when they reach a milestone, only to still be an anxious teenager underneath the new attitude lol. Also bug eyes :3 you know I love me them bug eyes

And I have no words for this autistic ass smile. “Didn’t know how to smile until I was 8” faceass. “Intelligent young boy but struggling to connect with peers” written on his 3rd grade report card faceass. “Doesn’t get along well with the other boys in class and opts to read instead of participating in recess or class fun” said in the PTC faceass. I don’t even care that this isn’t even his natural smile and he’s rightfully awkward looking here, to me he has been canonically stated to be some form of neurodivergent. Sword slash to the chest. And you’re on fire

#miles morales #spiderman #spider man #m&m posts #posts this and leaves for another day and a half

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4pplec0re · 1 year ago

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hey!!!!!! where'd you get the middle names from for the choir?? and do they have any specific meaning?? am curious :3

thank you for asking about this i would love to share

i came up with mischa's middle name weeks ago, actually. my friend had tweeted something like "lets make rtcsonas except they're just us as our favs," so i drew mischa as me; i was thinking about what i might call him a few days afterward and i thought about a name i used to go by, alex, so i looked up ukrainian name equivalents to it, and found oleksandr. i'd like anything involving me to start with an a, so it wouldn't have worked for my 'rtcsona' and i instead gave it to my mischa! UPDATE: now it's oleksandrovych! someone told me ukrainian middle names are actually patronymic so instead i suppose his dad was named oleksandr. bro named him that and then dipped

today was when i came up with the rest of them. for all of them, i scrolled through my massive list of names and selected ones i thought would fit: i chose oscar for noel because i thought about what his mother might have named him while she was pregnant. i selected from a bunch of different boy names:

i landed on oscar because it rolled off the tongue the best, and i also thought it would be funny if he just really hated his middle name, which i do not think he likes oscar very much, LOL

i chose katherine for constance while i was scrolling through the list to find names for noel. i spotted it and instantly thought of her. my constance is trans, so i like to think when she came out she asked her parents what they would have named her if she was a girl.

next, i gave ocean piper. i thought of unique names/names a hippie might name their daughter. i chose from this list:

at first, i was unsure about it; it was good, it fit her, but i wasnt sure if it sounded good as a middle name. but a couple of the people in my rtc rp server thought it was good, so i settled on it.

then, i looked for a name for ricky. again, i thought about names his parents might name him. here was his list:

i landed on bailey because me and those same server members thought it flowed the best. though, he was almost ricky oliver!

finally, i did penny's. i saved her for last, because i hadn't thought about what her parents are like, but i based my list off of the vibes that the name penny gave:

originally, i actually crossed out ophelia, instead opting for lily, violet, or opal, because i wasn't sure if i liked how it sounded; but then the chat loved how penny ophelia lamb sounded, so i decided to go with it!

#sorry theres more explanation for mischa than everyone else #it just had more backstory #as for meanings there are really none i just liked how the names sounded with the rest of their name lol #ride the cyclone #al's thoughts #al's inbox

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erinwantstowrite · 1 year ago

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Aaaah, Erin!! Your tiktok got me excited about drawing again, the first thing I drew in at least 8 months was a small drawing of Peter with his jacket because I thought it was insanely cool, and now your tumblr is getting me excited about writing again, so thanks for getting me back to my hobbies i guess lol

I struggle with writing long stories (i can't remember when I last wrote something longer than 3k,,,) but honestly you inspire me to keep trying! When I first found LoF, you were only 4 chapters in but already 120k words, all that in barely a month worth of update, which was both impressive and terrifying, but now i hope one day I'll also be so passionate about a fic i manage to write 120k words in a month!

Aaahhhh!!! That's amazing!!! It's weird to think that my own art can inspire people, cause it feels like just yesterday I was the one following my fav artists and trying to be more like them? This makes me really happy to see :))

Yyyyyeahhh I'm a little bit insane. When it comes to word count, I used to really struggle to get over 500 words, which is hard to imagine now. I think it was because I had a hard time envisioning it in my head, and I also didn't understand some fundamentals of writing. The more I practiced, the easier it was to get out more words.

That, and I figured out my average writing time. I set up a "40 minute" timer 3 times, and then I did some math to see how much I wrote in those periods. The 1st 40 minutes I'd write 700 words(ish), the 2nd period I wrote 900, and the 3rd one was 1000.

So now I do a writing warm up to get my brain going (like doing art warmups or stretches before you run), then I write for LoF/whatever I'm working on that day doing a "write for 40, break for 10-20 (depends on the day), write for 40"

I set up a word count goal like "I'd like to get to 10,000 words today." I look and see that the day before, I had written to 6,000. That means I'd have to write 4,000 words. If my average time is 1,000 per 40 minutes and I take plenty of breaks, I could probably do it within a couple hours. But at the end of the day, I listen more to my brain and sometimes it's a 2,000 word day or even a 400 word. Sometimes, nothing at all. I find that listening to the time is more important than listening to my word count goal itself.

Keep in mind that this is just my average time. Always plan around for what works for you. At the end of the day, it's more important that you're having fun while you write!

#erinwantstowrite #ao3 #leap of faith ao3 #ao3 fanfic #leap of faith catch me if you can #leap of faith #thank you for the ask!#creative writing #word counts are hard #you gotta take plenty of brain breaks

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remuslupinkinnie1979 · 1 year ago

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It's marauders non-men month and today is Sybill Trelawney day so...

Half-blood

They/she, bisexual

Half Romani from their mother's side

Ravenclaw

One year younger than the marauders

Shared a dorm with Pandora

Her and Panda were besties

Was friends with Xenophilius Lovegood and Septima Vector

Peter and them were dating in her 5th, 6th and 7th year (they broke up after they had a vision about Pete being a traitor. She was trying to warn everyone but no one would listen to them, bc they known as 'the crazy one')

Was autistic with ADHD

Was REALLY clumsy and would trip over their own feet and bump into things all the time.

Would carry around plasters and even bandaids

Loved the type of clothes that I drew her in

Would have a shared wardrobe with Xeno and Panda

5'3 tall (the shortest in her friend group)

Was vegetarian

Loved pasta and green tea

Really looked up to her great grandmother - Cassandra, a great and famous seer

Was bullied badly in first 2 years (in 3rd year Septima found out about it and quickly made the bullies regret that they were even born)

Besides divination their fav subjects were numerology and herbology

Would come up with the weirdest conspiracy theories ever in like middle of a class

Due to her clumsiness their clothes would get damaged. Xeno would have to fix them regularly (they would actually sew and not use a spell)

Could not cook for shit. Literally, she can burn WATER. She would just put things in the oven and then just... forget. They would not even smell that something is burning and if it wasn't for Xeno, she would start an actual fire at Hogwarts. They were forbidden from the kitchen by first her mom when they were 7 and we're learning how to cook and then in second year by Pandora, when she wanted to make her a birthday cake (let's say the dorm didn't look very well after that)

Very forgetful and lost things easily. Would put her glasses on a table, walk to another room and be like: 'Hmmm... Where are my glasses???'

The definition of a cat lady (all of them were black stray cats obvi)

Would like girl in red, Hozier and Beach Bunny

Wouldn't be a fan of quidditch but would support Septima during matches (her, Panda and Xeno would wear these hats with a raven like Luna and ABSOLUTELY SLAY in them)

A total Pandalily shipper

Really messy hair

Had a little crush on Septima in 4th year and they even kissed once in spin the bottle, but Septima would be in love with Aurora Sinistra

I think that's it + my fanart

#sybill trelawney #pebill #peter x sybill #Xenophilius Lovegood #pandora rosier #septima vector #marauders era #marauders era women #dead gay witches #pandalily

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iluvchick3nz · 3 months ago

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this shows up often but one of my fav dynamics is leo “takes care of everything but forgets to take care of himself” knut and i would always love to read more of it!!

Enjoy some Hamptons Cubs featuring the Dumais kids, with Super Cool Uncle Leo turning into Ultimate Dad Mode Leo, and then finally into (forcefully) Relaxed Sunshine! Because everyone needs to take a load off now and again. :)

Credits to @lumosinlove

“Okay, Marc, Louis, Adele! Can you come help Katie with the beach stuff, please?”

Finn looked up through the bedroom doorway at the sound of Leo’s voice. He tied the string of his shorts and ran his fingers through his hair before walking curiously towards the kitchen. It sounded like Leo needed help.

It was still a trip to see Leo and Logan in his family’s Hampton’s house, even after three years together. The walls, once filled just with photographs of Finn’s childhood here, held some new memories, too: one of Kasey, Alex, and Natalie on the back deck; one of Leo, Logan, and Haley with cocktails in their hands; one of Finn and Leo building a sand castle, Logan asleep on the towel beside them. Finn smiled at the last one as he made his way down the hall.

“Louis and Marc, may you please take the boogie boards to the back and hose them down? Girls, can you go put the chairs and the umbrellas in the garage?”

Finn shook his head fondly at Leo, who was unloading grocery bags in the kitchen with Logan. He had sunglasses around his neck on a lanyard and his cap was a bit askew. He and Logan both looked tan from their day out. They’d gone to a different beach in the car today so the Dumais kids could catch bigger waves on their boogie boards, and so Leo could go to the farmer’s market and the butcher’s that he loved to pick things up for their dinner. It was a hustle, loading and unloading all of the gear into the Celeste’s minivan that she’d lent them, but Leo was nothing if not a natural delegator, and he had those kids doing their own tasks faster than Logan and Finn could even think. Finn gave Louis and Marc a fist bump each as they passed through to go wash off the boogie boards before he went to stand across the counter from his boyfriends.

“You need any help, lovers?”

“No, thank you,” Leo said. He didn’t even look around, too busy unloading some vegetables. Logan looked back to Finn and rolled his eyes with a fond smile.

Finn grinned back. “You sure?”

“Yes, honey, don’t you worry. I’ve got the kids cleaning up and then I’ll start on dinner.”

“You know, soleil,” Logan said, slipping Leo’s sunglasses over his head and placing them on the counter. He pressed a hand to Leo’s hip and nuzzled his cheek with his nose. “I think you can compete with Celeste for best mom voice.”

Leo scoffed. “Y’all should have heard my mama when I was little. I learned from the best, that’s for sure.”

“Yikes,” Finn teased. “Those Dumais kids don’t know what’s coming for them.”

Leo let out an exasperated sigh. “Honey, I’m not that bad. They made the mess, they can help clean it up.”

Logan kissed Leo’s cheek in bursts. “Ouais, but I seem to remember someone building sand castles and going boogie boarding with the kids. Maybe they should go help clean the mess.” At Leo’s raised eyebrows, Logan drew him in with a laugh, his arms around Leo’s neck and lips pressing more kisses to his face. “Non, désolé, mon soleil, désolé, I’m joking.”

“Mm,” Leo said, accepting Logan’s soft kiss and pulling his lip with his teeth. He was smiling, though, when they broke apart. “You’re lucky you’re handsome.”

Logan’s grin was the pleased kind that Finn associated with him being content. It came out more often now, especially since they were on summer break, but Finn knew he’d never get tired of seeing it, not in a million lifetimes.

“Hey,” he said. “C’mere, ten.”

Logan complied, coming to stand across the counter from Finn. “Quoi?”

Finn shook his head. “Nothing. Just like seeing you smile.” He took Logan’s hand and kissed his fingers, then tilted his head to look at Leo’s lean back. “Sunshine.”

“Yes, sweetheart, just a moment. Want to get this chicken out and marinating.”

“Just quickly, baby, please?”

“Okay.” When he turned around, the small crease in between his eyebrows faded, replaced with his dimples appearing on his cheeks as he smiled. “Hi, sorry, I’m distracted. You both look handsome.”

“You, too, baby.” Finn reached for his hand, too, and kissed his way up his forearm. He bit at the sun-kissed skin. “Fuck, you’re both so tan. Drives me crazy.”

Logan stroked his nose. “And you are burnt.”

Finn let out a frustrated groan against Leo’s skin. “I don’t know how this always happens. I reapplied sunscreen and everything, I promise!”

Leo leaned his long torso over the counter and kissed Finn’s forehead. “Our own little tomato. Speaking of which…” He turned around to take up a paper bag, a cutting board, and a knife. “Gotta chop these for the fattoush. Oh, and the meat! Meat first, okay…”

Logan sighed and pressed his lips to Leo’s shoulder. “You’ll call us if you need help, please, d’accord?”

“Yes, I promise.” Leo set down his knife to cup Logan’s face and kiss him. “I promise, I swear. I think I’m okay for now, though, just a lot of chopping.”

“D’accord.” Logan kissed him once more and then settled back on his heels. “We’ll make sure everyone gets showered and clothes get washed.”

“Yes, please do. Make sure Katie washes her hair, she was laying in the sand a lot while the others made her into a mermaid.”

“D’accord,” Logan laughed. He walked around and rested a hand on Finn’s lower back. “Help us get stuff put away, then we make drinks and set the table?”

Finn kissed him. “You got it, babe.” He patted Logan’s butt. “Let’s get this party started.”

***

“Dinner and dessert were really good, Leo, thank you,” Adele said as she folded her napkin and set it on her empty plate.

Leo smiled around his last bite of cobbler. “You’re welcome, hun, glad you liked it.”

Finn stretched and rested his arm around Leo’s shoulders, kissing the side of his head. “It was great, sunshine.”

He looked around the patio table. Across from him, against the backdrop of the beach, sat Katie and Logan, Katie trying to teach him to make an origami swan out of some of the spare napkins they’d set out. Marc was on her other side with his cheek resting on his palm. He had droopy eyes and his head lolled a little on Louis’ shoulder before jerking awake.

Finn nudged his foot under the table and smiled. “You tired?”

Marc shook his head quickly. “Non, no I’m not, I swear.”

Logan looked at him with a teasing grin. “I think it’s bedtime.”

“No! I swear, I’m awake! I also don’t have a bedtime anymore, Tremzy.”

Louis scoffed beside him. “You go to sleep at nine, don’t lie.”

Marc nudged him back, and there was a brief scuffle before Adele cleared her throat loudly at them. “Boys, come on.”

They rolled their eyes but complied, giving each other one last nudge before settling down. Finn could feel Leo’s light laugh reverberate against his own body. “How about we clean the kitchen, ouais? Then we can go to bed, gotta get up early to go hike to that beach y’all wanted to go to.”

Leo made to get up, but Logan reached across and patted his hand. “Non, soleil, you cooked. The kids and I will clean up, you and Finn stay here.”

Louis narrowed his eyes. “Are we going to have to wash dishes after you again? Because mom used to make me do it when you left them still dirty.”

Finn and Leo laughed loudly at Logan’s flushed face. He narrowed his eyes and said something in French to Louis, which just made him grin wider. He shrugged and began to clear the table with his siblings.

As Logan passed, he bent down to whisper in Finn’s ear. “Keep him distracted, ouais? He did so much today.”

Finn kissed him lightly. “You got it, ten.”

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

Logan just smiled at Leo and kissed him, too. “Je t’aime.” Then he was walking through the door and talking in loud French with the Dumais children.

Leo let out a sigh and rested his head on Finn’s shoulder. “Today was a good day.”

Finn kissed his curls, golden from all the time they’d spent at the beach. “You’re good with them.”

“They’re good kids. I like hanging out with them.”

Finn smiled. “I’m glad.” He lowered his mouth to talk lowly in Leo’s ear. “But Le, you’ve gotta let yourself rest.”

A sigh. “Finn…”

“No, Le, I’m not- I’m not criticizing you.” Finn wrapped him up tighter. “You’ve just spent a lot of time organizing and doing things for other people on this trip, and Lo and I don’t want you to burn yourself out, baby. That’s all.”

Leo sighed again. “I know. I know, I’m sorry.”

“Nope, no, none of that.” Finn nudged Leo’s forehead with his nose until he looked him in the eye. They were a tired blue, and Finn brushed his hair out of the way to see them a bit more clearly. “Don’t apologize, Le, baby, it’s okay. Just rest with me for a bit, alright?”

Leo nodded and leaned into Finn’s hands. “I’m-”

“-not sorry.” Finn kissed him softly and grinned. “Lean on me, sweetheart.” When Leo did, the both of them looking out at the beach, Finn let out a content sigh. “I love you.”

Leo kissed his shoulder and closed his eyes. “I love you, too.”

Finn settled back in his chair to admire the dying sun. The evening breeze was cool on the coast, even with a bit of light still lingering. Finn loved the way it brushed gently across his burnt cheeks and cooled the skin. He breathed in deeply. He’d always loved the smell of the beach: the salt, the sand, the lingering scent of seaweed. The waves splashed gently against the shore, reflecting the orange and pink colors of the sky. The sunset had glowed against Logan at dinner, making him look ethereal almost, like a figment out of Finn’s dream. It did the same to Leo now, his blond eyelashes, brushing against the highs of his cheeks, shining with a faint golden tinge. Finn kissed just below them on the slightly purple skin. “You’re beautiful.”

Leo smiled and opened his eyes. At a stronger gust of wind, he shivered and cuddled closer to Finn. “Brr.”

Finn laughed and squeezed him tighter. “Cold baby?”

“A little,” Leo whispered. He pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over his head and peeked out at Finn. “You’re warm.”

“Mm.” Finn kissed his nose. “Not as warm as our space heater.”

That made Leo let out a satisfied noise. He slouched down a bit to rest his head on Finn’s upper chest. “I wonder how he’s doing in there.”

“Hopefully not forcing Louis to wash dishes twice.”

Leo laughed. “I wouldn’t put it past him.”

They settled into a comfortable silence for a few minutes to watch the sunset. Finn remembered the first time he took Logan here and they’d done a similar thing, albeit physically farther apart. They’d spent the whole day at the beach and came back from their evening run to Ramsey making steak tips at the grill. Logan had been so happy and calm, calmer than he had been in a long time. Finn had known something was bothering him, even if he hadn’t known exactly what it was. He suspected it had something to do with the want that had been making its way through both of their bodies and hearts, made even worse by the way that, at the Hampton’s house, it had been so easy to imagine a life together: a vacation with Finn’s family, spending the entire day just enjoying one another’s company, having the exact same routine and not getting tired or wanting to separate for even a second. Finn counted himself lucky that he knew what that was like now. That he got it, doubled. Because every run he took with Logan he also took with Leo; every night after brushing his teeth there were two toothbrushes in the cup with his own; and every time he went to bed there were two pairs of arms to hold him, two sets of eyes to fall into. It gave a whole new meaning to this house, even. He got to introduce it to more people that loved it, that loved the time they spent there. For every childhood memory he had, in every room, he now had multiple new ones that were even more lovely.

Finn held one of those memories in his arms now, all sweet and gorgeous in the golden hour. He ran a palm up and down Leo’s forearm. “Feeling better, baby?”

Leo nodded. “Yeah. Thank you.” He played with the strings of his sweatshirt. “I don’t think I knew how much I needed a break.”

Finn breathed in to reply, but was interrupted by a voice coming from the doorway. “Leo?”

Leo sat himself up to turn and look at the kids, who were standing all together with Logan behind them. He smiled then looked at Katie, who’d spoken. “Hi, hun. What’s up?”

She didn’t reply right away, just walked up to give him a hug. “Thank you for hanging out with us today.”

“And for dinner,” Louis added.

“It was delicious.”

“You should give maman the recipe for the meat.”

Leo barked out a laugh. “I’ll text it to her, Marc.” He gave Katie a last gentle squeeze. “You going to bed?”

She nodded with a yawn as she removed her arms from around Leo’s neck. “Ouais. Gotta be up for the hike tomorrow, like you said.”

“I did say that, didn’t I?” He turned his body fully to smile at the others. Logan was looking at him fondly, an arm flung over Louis’ shoulder. Leo tilted his head in that way he did when he was calm and content. “Night, kids.”

They said their goodnights to Finn and Leo, then each gave Logan a fistbump as they went to ascend the stairs to their rooms. Logan watched them fondly for a second before walking over. He looked a little tired, but happy, as he leaned over to kiss their foreheads. “Ça va?”

“All good, baby,” Finn said softly. “Just keeping Leo relaxed and warm.”

“Mm.” Logan brushed a hand through Leo’s hair. “Cold, soleil?”

“A little chilly, yeah.”

“Allez, ici.”

When Logan started to pull Leo’s chair out, Leo stabilized himself with a surprised laugh. “What-”

“D’accord.” Logan, with enough space in between Leo’s chair and the table, came to straddle Leo’s lap and wrap him in a hug. Finn placed a hand on his back, as warm as ever, admiring the way Logan pressed kisses all over Leo’s face. With a last one to his nose, Logan cupped his cheeks in his palms and touched their foreheads. “Better?”

Leo’s eyes were fond. “Much.” He wrapped his arms completely around Logan’s waist and settled his face in his neck. He looked like a cute little turtle, all hunched in his sweatshirt and his curls fanning out of his hood. “Mm, you’re toasty.”

Logan sent Finn a smile. “Good.” He leaned back to squish Leo’s cheeks. “Feeling relaxed, mon coeur?” Leo nodded. “Ouais,” he said with a yawn. “I needed a break.”

Finn kissed his shoulder. “Let’s go shower and go to bed, baby.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Gotta get up nice and early for the hike tomorrow.”

Leo’s face went red and he rolled his eyes. “God, I sound like my mama.”

“We’ll make sure to tell her,” Finn teased, laughing at Leo’s tisking sound.

Logan placed a smiling kiss on each of their cheeks. “Bed?”

“Oo-ways,” Finn said. He stood and offered a hand to each of them. “C’mon, shower and snug, doctor’s orders.”

Leo snorted. “What doctor?”

“Doctor Heartthrob O’Hara,” Finn answered, giving Leo’s hand a playful tug. He patted Logan’s butt. “Let’s go, time to get naked and wet.”

“Sh,” Logan shushed, but he was smiling. “The kids.”

“Are fine, promise. They probably didn’t hear.”

Logan pinched his side playfully. “Allez, I’m not explaining to Dumo and Celeste that we traumatized their kids. Let’s go.”

Finn brought Leo’s hand up to his mouth kiss it as they followed Logan to the downstairs main bedroom. “All relaxed, sunshine?”

“So relaxed.” Leo wrapped his arms around Finn’s waist from behind. “And ready to snug. And get naked and wet.”

Finn bit his lip around a grin. “Doctor’s orders. Gotta follow ‘em.”

“Ouais,” Logan said as they got to the bathroom door. He pulled his shirt over his head. Finn and Leo weren’t shy about staring at his muscles, and Logan looked between them proudly. “Clothes off, allez.”

“Yup, I’m so relaxed.” Leo stepped back and pulled his shirt over his head, too. Finn followed the long lines of his torso before looking back up and into his mischievous expression. Leo looked at him expectantly. “Well?”

Finn nodded. “Oh boy.” He clumsily reached behind himself to pull his shirt off. When his head was out of the fabric, he got a nice view of Leo and Logan stripping down to their underwear. He sucked in a breath. “Oh boy, you’re beautiful. Got me some tan Greek gods or some shit, holy smokes.”

Leo came up to take his hands. The purple skin was still there, a little puffy, but his eyes were as playful as ever, as well as his smile. “I love you.”

“Love you more.” Finn kissed him, then laced their fingers and turned around. Logan was watching them with a fond smile, and Finn laced their fingers, too. “Shower time?”

Logan shook his head fondly. “I think you mean ‘wet and naked’ time.”

“Potato, po-tah-to. I just can’t wait to feel up your abs.”

Logan rolled his eyes but squeezed his hand and let them into the ensuite. “Allez. We have to shower and go to bed. Gotta be up early for the hike.”

“That’s so not funny anymore.”

Logan just turned on the showerhead and took up their exfoliating cloth. He looked at Finn first with his gorgeous eyes, then at Leo. “Allez, soleil,” he said. His smile and Leo’s skin warmed Finn through. “Let me wash your back.”

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