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[bisexualrobertlowe]

Dialogue prompt: Leif and Mappe rambling about each other >:3

hehehe, but of course!! >:3 assume this is anytime after their Big Talk Of '07~

leif, about mappe: "my solsken... oh, my solsken, how i wish i treated him better over all those years, but... i couldn't be happier that he's forgiven me, it's honestly an honor to still have someone as beautiful, as kind and patient as he is in my life~" (laughs, a soft smile appearing on his face) "mappe's so endlessly caring, he always offers me a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on, whatever i need to get me through the day and he's simply amazing, he's the love of my life and has been through all the years we've known each other~"

mappe, about leif: "oh, leffe... what hasn't already been said about my stenkol? his writing is amazing, there's something so beautiful about it, about him and how he carries himself and how that mind of his works... he's said he's not a romantic, but i'm convinced he is, just in his own way!" (smiles and laughs, lighter than usual for him) "sure, our relationship wasn't always easy, but leffe is really putting in the work every day to change that. and now every day i get to see the softest side of him, cuddling him both on and off the stage, he wipes away my tears and holds me whenever i need it... leif makes me so happy every day and i can't thank him enough for it!"

[armknives]

give me wine spritzers , absolutely drowned with yet more mixers , drunk from a giant mug or give me death.

[bisexualrobertlowe]

omg omg omg @makayuri i’m skimming through a Wrong fic and i wanted to fix it

so what i’m thinking is leif and 💙 frantically kissing, making out backstage or just in their room, whatever you prefer. neither’s really dominating, maybe 💙’s just in a rough patch, and as he undresses he stops.

guilt overtakes 💙. he shouldn’t ask for this.

leif notices, and his face falls in concern, “what’s the matter?”

in a shaky voice, 💙 admits he needs it but he can’t, he just can’t.

when leif asks what, 💙 whimpers, “can’t take up any more space than i have been.”

“it’s okay,” leif kisses him. “it’s more than okay. i’m here for you, at your disposal, i always am.”

💙 sniffles, leaning in more into the swede’s touch and leif whispers, “do you still need this?”

the taller man sniffles again and nods.

leif’s hands inch closer to there and he murmurs, “take what you need.”

and it’s then when 💙 gives in and begs, in raspy sobs, “please, leffe. please.”

leif kisses him again, “what do you need, 💙?”

[bisexualrobertlowe]

"Off me. I'm leaving, right now." With any characters of your choice 👀 also there's no rush to answer this /gen!!

oooooh thank you!! the Moment i saw this prompt i knew what i was gon do with it >:3 also, assume this takes place in an au other than our main canon divergence one.

~ 💢📿🍂📿💢 ~

it's tense from the start. neither of them know quite what they're going to achieve with this, wrestling with each other through every angry kiss. if it could even be called that; it's more like their mouths crashing against each other, still locked in a stalemate.

leif tenses each time, with each touch. he can't show robert how affected he is by this. it's so much different with mappe, the other swede is so much gentler.

robert growls and sits up, as best he can, from the sheets where leif's holding him in place. trying to hold him in place, anyway. he's not anybody's subby bitch and he's not going to let leif win.

"you know you want this," leif growls back. "behave, now, is it so hard? then you'll get what you obviously need."

the swede then reaches to pin the texan down by his wrists, only to be forced on the mattress, on his back and cut from air for a split second.

robert's climbing on top of him and he's smug, too smug. "who's got to behave now?" he sneers, his evil laugh nowhere close to suggestive as much as condescending. "you know you ain't getting your way that easily. now, will you shut up for even a minute? be good like you always want?"

that stabs something within leif. his heart pangs with - with what, he doesn't know, the rage is too blinding to put a name on anything. he snarls in frustration and every last bit of arousal is gone.

he wants this man out.

"stop," leif snarls. "you've lost all your chances, i'm not wasting another fucking minute with you."

robert jumps back a bit, startled by this drastic of a change. he doesn't know if this means he's won, but he finds he wouldn't be satisfied with even that. the texan furrows a brow, "hold on, do you really-"

"did i stutter?" leif doesn't withdraw a bit of venom from his tone. "off me. i'm leaving, right now."

there's no fun to be had in this fight. leif glares daggers into robert's eyes, and robert seems to have the same thought, as he pulls back from leif and quite easily steps back from the bed.

"sheesh, that's one way to end it," robert tries to joke.

leif is having none of it, still. he huffs and rolls over to lay on one side, refusing to meet the other's eyes anymore. robert shuffles on his feet a bit, discomfort rising for him all too quickly as he hurries out of the room.

the swede only observes the pattern of his footsteps. he's never heard robert leave a room like that.

good riddance, leif supposes.

but it's cold. too cold. the anger's still bubbling and he needs someone, anyone, to soothe him again.

leif sighs. he thinks of mappe. sweet, beautiful, gorgeous mappe, a longing and inviting presence at once in his eyes. always there for him at a moment's notice - even when leif hasn't met him with the same courtesy.

anger begins folding over into regret. something wistful. leif rolls out of bed and straightens his jacket, he's got to find his solsken.

[bisexualrobertlowe]

A dialogue line for Emma? Any context~

hehe, sure!! thank you :3

(to leif, after he helps her find robert) “t-thank you… i really don’t know why i was so nervous, i know you won’t take him from me or anything… i guess it’s my mind playing tricks on me again. is that… bad, or…?”

“… no? that’s… that’s nice of you to say, leif, thank you again…”

[bisexualrobertlowe]

Dialogue prompt: Robert sassing someone out XD

guess who :3

"dude, that mask. do you, like, ever take it off? or does it stay on all the time? even when you sleep? ... damn, that must be suffocating as shit. like you can't breathe. blegh, like i'd wanna know, it probably smells like sludge and shit under there. do you never go for, like, maintenance trims? if i had to guess the last time you took it off, it might be... i don't know, maybe two years ago. yeah, maintenance trims are far beyond you. at least i know people who try. yeesh, i don't know what your whole getup is, but this whole room would be way better off without it."

[bisexualrobertlowe]

Keeps bothering you /lh :3

Something Robert says to Emma!

aww, yippee!! always feel free to bug me~ :3 thinking this one is right after a concert!

“oh, sweetheart… come here… that couldn’t have been easy at all. shhh, hey, it���s not a bad thing at all. i was nervous myself, hell, this is candlemass we’re playing for! you did a great job, sweetheart, you killed it~ but now it’s over, let’s just…” (picks her up) “let’s go somewhere quiet, now, shall we?” (kisses her lightly) “that’s my girl. it’s going to be okay.”

also not me using the same color for jan and robert oops- but idk how to make something yellow :p

[bisexualrobertlowe]

ANOTHER~ something for how you think Lars is while angry? 👀

ooo, sure! i don’t write lasse much these days but 👀👀👀

“you’re saying you still don’t have the sound system set up?? then—” (his voice raises to a snappy tone and he tries not to stamp his feet) “it’s been an hour, why did mr. macmillan even recommend any of you?! this was going to be big for us and the fans are still waiting!”

[bisexualrobertlowe]

"Eyes slightly widening at the sight of a trigger" with Mappe? Your choice as to caretaker uwu,,

oh my gosh yes!! evilly posts shippy content >:3 this takes place sometime after the ‘08 grand theft incident (i hc it was a false accusation)

~ 🚨🌹🎋🌹🚨 ~

do not advertise — leif x mappe

they’d told the other two they’d back in maybe ten minutes. leif had some vinyls to pick up, and mappe wanted to go in the store with him to check if there was anything else either wanted.

mappe can’t help but take leif’s hand as they swing the door open, and the clerk looks up from a magazine to greet the pair.

they both scan the room, at the shelves and racks of vinyls everywhere. organized by band and subgenre even neater than leif’s ever-growing collection. along with some advertisements slapped across signs, but those usually aren’t worth paying mind.

leif marvels first at, of course, this store’s abundance of black sabbath. obscure bands he’s been trying to find too. he smiles and turns to mappe, who seems to be reading the shelves too, and asks, “is there anything you’d want, solsken?”

no response comes.

the older swede reaches over to see if the younger is just looking too, or if something else has—

mappe’s eyes are wide open. he’s not moving, instead only swallowing shallowed breaths.

leif’s face falls immediately.

“solsken?” the raven-haired man lowers his voice, “are you okay?”

all mappe answers with is a choked whimper as he shakes his head.

leif swallows hard. something’s seriously wrong.

“it’s me, solsken, it’s leffe. can i touch you?” he asks, holding a hand out to mappe in case he wants to take it.

mappe does, holding onto leif’s hand tight, his eyes welling up tears.

protectively, leif searches the room again, this time for what could have hurt his darling mappe so badly. none of the vinyls caused this, that’s never happened… but as his eyes settle on the advertisements, leif finds a culprit.

one of the ads says in bold print, ‘over 35,000 CDs and DVDs available!’

oh, no. that’s—

that’s what mappe was accused— framed for stealing—

leif turns back to his lover, rubbing his back slowly, prepared to draw back if needed. mappe only wraps both arms around leif and tries to hide his face in his shoulder.

“i’ve got you, solsken, it’s okay,” leif murmurs, reaching his other hand in to play with mappe’s curly hair. “you don’t have to talk, either. do you need to leave?”

the younger swede responds with a weak but hurried nod.

without thinking, leif nods back and kisses mappe’s forehead. “alright, solsken, we’re leaving,” he whispers to his longtime lover. he then turns to the clerk momentarily, “i have to go, i’ll be back in a little bit.”

the clerk just passes it off, and leif rubs mappe’s shoulder and begins leading him outside. mappe’s still hiding his face, letting out choked sobs, and leif keeps playing with his hair in an attempt to soothe him even as they walk.

the moment they’re both out of the record store, leif kisses the top of mappe’s head. “it’s going to be alright, solsken, i love you so much,” he assures the younger, “do you want to stay here for now? or should we go to the car?”

in the midst of trying to blink back tears, mappe points towards their car.

“you’ll be safe in there, solsken,” leif offers his mappe a gentle smile, ruffling his hair a bit and walking him in the same direction. mappe sniffles as they do, his breathing calming down just a bit.

as their other two partners come into view, rushing over from the car seats to cuddle him as well, mappe feels his breathing slow. with them, and with leffe, surely he’ll be okay.

[bisexualrobertlowe]

“Sleep tight, beautiful.” would be adorable with Robert and Emma 🥺

your MIND!!!! 🥺 i must make this happen uwu!! no title for this either but that’s okay :3 also i appreciate every opportunity you give me to write about my ocs!!!

~ 🌁❣️🎐❣️🌁 ~

it takes no time at all for emma to crawl into bed, making a soft noise as she curls up next to robert. he gets the cue and wraps an arm around her, running his larger hand through her thin black hair gingerly.

“there you are, sweetheart,” robert coos, his voice half-under-his-breath as it usually is with her. “long day?”

emma sighs and nods. she makes another noise, something akin to a whimper, and anxiously nuzzles her lover’s neck.

this, robert recognizes too. “you can’t speak?” he asks, to which emma confirms with a bashful nod and another whimper.

“it’s okay, you don’t have to speak,” he launches into reassurance immediately, “my poor thing. it was too loud there tonight, i understand. you want to just rest for now?”

emma listens, and a weak smile gradually appears on her tired face. she chirps a bit and nods again.

how she could use the rest, with the only one who can really calm her down.

“alright, sweetheart, we’re staying right here,” robert kisses emma’s forehead and pulls her closer into his arms, cradling her and almost rocking her back and forth.

she clings on tight. burrowing her face to hide in him, she lets her eyes slide shut, bit by bit.

robert runs his fingers through her hair, still as though she’d shatter at one wrong touch, and watches her with a smile as her breathing evens out.

emma holds onto him tighter. her smile, her little one indicating she’s safe, reappears in her sleep.

she’s always so endearing, so adorable like this.

“sleep tight, beautiful,” robert whispers, with a lingering kiss to the top of her head.

[bisexualrobertlowe]

eepy days — mappe björkman x gn!reader

lil gift for @makayuri before my phone dies, cuddling with mappe <3!!

~ 🌷💐🌻💐🌷 ~

you can barely keep your eyes open, turning over to your other side in bed. your feet are just starting to warm up and you’re shivering even under the three soft layers of blankets.

just as you’re about to curl up on yourself, someone pulls the covers a little off you.

“lonely there, älskling?” mappe offers you a smile, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. his chest pressses against your back and he caresses your shoulder.

his touch is always so warm… so soothing…

you roll over onto your other side to face mappe, and press a kiss to the bridge of his knows. the swede giggles and kisses your forehead in return.

“i was getting quite lonely,” you confirm, your voice soft as you nuzzle his shoulder. “now that you’re here, mappe, mm… could you stay here awhile?”

the swede responds by pulling the covers over you both and holding you closer to his chest. “i’d love nothing more,” mappe murmurs, rubbing your back lovingly.

you grin too, and make a soft noise as mappe ruffles your hair. “mmm…” you hum something as your eyes slide shut, “wanna nap with you…”

mappe presses more gentle kisses to your forehead, up to the top of your head again, and you reach up to fidget with his curly hair.

his deep voice soothes you, lulls you as he whispers, “you’re so cute, älskling.”

[bisexualrobertlowe]

I feel. really bad about sending requests rn but

“I’m so sorry. I’m usually not that angry.” with any ship of your choice :')

aw, it’s no problem, i love receiving requests from you /gen!! and i love writing ‘em~ as for the prompt, it has suuuuper leif vibes so we’ll go with original doomhusband!

blues — leif edling x gn!reader

summary: after lashing out, leif apologises to you.

~ 🥀🌾❤️‍🩹🌾🥀 ~

to put it lightly, you were not having a good day.

it was one of those days where even getting out of bed was hard for you. where you felt paralyzed for no reason at all, all that was there was the bad.

and it just happened to be when leif had plans, to take you to the studio for a recording session.

but now, you’re alone.

you lay there, alone, still in bed as leif’s words echo in your head. to fucking forget about it. colder than you’d heard him. more fury in his steely blue eyes than you’d ever seen.

how could your lover have…?

was it really your fault?

you don’t know how long it’s been since leif stormed out of your shared bedroom, and still you’ve barely budged.

just when the silence gets to be too much, a knock rings out at the bedroom door.

“go away,” you grumble on instinct.

“it’s leif,” a painstakingly familiar voice says. “i can- i can leave if you want me to. i’m just here to apologise.”

to apologise…?

fuck, if you aren’t nervous, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him dearly.

“you can, i guess,” you reply, turning on your other side to face the bedroom door. the next moment, the door creaks open…

… and there’s your raven-haired lover. his face has fallen and he’s carrying a few black roses in his left hand.

leif joins you on the bed, sitting next to you and setting the roses next to you. he’s not touching you just yet as he normally would, he’d rather handle you with extra care.

“look, älskling,” leif sighs, his eyes cast down but still focused on you, “i completely understand if it’s hard to look at me right now. you don’t have to.”

you nod, eyeing him but not quite staring yet.

the swede sighs again and continues, “how i acted earlier, that wasn’t right of me, at all. i’m sorry, i really am. i should have been more patient with you.”

you aren’t sure what to say, though as you listen, there’s a fresh pain in his words… as he speaks softly… your instinct’s telling you that it’s genuine.

still warily, you inch closer to him.

“i’m so sorry, älskling, i’m not usually that angry,” leif murmurs. cautiously as well, he holds his hand out to you.

you take it. he squeezes your hand, gently, his thumb brushing over it.

“leffe…” you almost whimper your lover’s nickname, “it really hurt, leffe, but i missed you… i missed you so much…”

there’s something so much more… tender in the swede’s eyes, now. something gentle he reserves for you.

tears prickle at your eyes and you pull leif into a tight hug. he holds you close to his chest in an instant.

“i missed you too, älskling, more than you know,” leif murmurs to you, kissing the top of your head, rubbing your back…

his words… his every touch, that he knows you love…

you melt into leif, trusting, now, that the attentive, affectionate man you love so dearly is back. he seems to catch on that you trust him, and grins as he kisses your forehead.

a gesture that you make a happy noise into.

you and leif then pull back just enough to see each other’s faces. the longer you look into the blue of his eyes, its calm returning, the more you realise it’s safe again.

“so,” you tap your fingers a little, “leffe, did you end up going to the studio?”

the swede shakes his head ruefully, “i didn’t. i couldn’t just play, remembering what i did to you, so i went out on a drive to clear my head. preparing what i was going to say to you. and got you those, if you want them.”

leif chuckles and gestures to the roses he’d placed on the bed. you reach over to take them, examining each one.

“they’re beautiful,” you smile. how thoughtful your leffe is to you, you just love. “like you are, leffe, though nothing could really compare to you.”

“you’re too sweet, älskling,” leif kisses your cheek with a grin. “even after…?”

“even after,” you answer, kissing his forehead in turn and setting the roses on the nightstand. “what you told me… it means a lot to hear. how could i not forgive you, when you’re sweeter and sweeter?”

leif’s grin widens and he giggles. that gets you pulled closer into his chest all over again.

safe to say you two are more than happy to stay here awhile.