#my nivannedy fics

[fonulyn]

Leon agreed heartily, though. Lieutenant Branagh had been in a bad shape earlier, and he hadn’t been answering their radio calls for a good while now. Hopefully he was just resting, or had found a safe place but couldn’t reach them, but Leon had a bad feeling that they might not be quite that fortunate. At least there still was a glimmer of hope left. “I’ll go first,” he said, already taking a quicker step to get ahead of Piers.

“Hey!” Piers reached out, grabbing his elbow. “You’re not going to keep sidelining me! I keep telling you, I can—”

A loud creak cut him off, and within a second they both had raised their guns and whipped around to look at the helicopter wreckage. First Leon thought the pilot had somehow turned into one of those monsters, but instead it was something much, much worse.

-- Or, they meet the tyrant, lose Marvin, find a clue for Claire, and fall further into each other.

[silvercap]

For the micro story prompts, how about 15. trembling hands? With Leon of course :3c

You got it ;) (prompts)

15. Trembling Hands--Knight AU, because I got inspired hehe

Piers finds Leon leaned up against a tree, rolling eyes wide and unfocused as they stare off into space, his entire body trembling so hard that Piers doesn't even bother scanning the area for remaining enemies before dropping his dagger and throwing himself to his knees to check Leon for injuries.

"Have you been hurt?" he demands, already peeling back Leon's cloak to check for the telltale signs of blood. Leon makes no sign that he's heard at all, breaths rattling in his chest as he heaves for air. His skin is a deathly gray pallor when Piers looks again, and cold as ice against the fingers that Piers presses to the thundering pulse point beneath his jaw. Leon doesn't even react when Piers goes back to examining him for wounds and finds the nasty gash etched into his right forearm, gloved hand trembling and sword nowhere to be found.

Piers swallows, the eerie sensation of eyes on the back of his neck prompting him to whip around and scan the desolated forest that's been whispering in the back of his mind since the moment they stumbled into this accursed place. Not even a bird stirs in the trees, the fog of Piers' breaths in the chill the only movement aside from the unnatural curl of mist over snow-covered undergrowth.

"We need to make camp," he says quietly, unwilling to disturb the silence for reasons he can't explain. Leon doesn't respond, gaze too glazed to show any sign of recognition, and Piers feels suddenly alone, helpless and lost in an ancient forest with a companion who's nearly comatose and trembling, fingers twitching as Piers holds his breath and peels back the shredded leather bracer to reveal the inside of Leon's bloodied forearm. The sturdy material has taken far worse blows before and never once shown a sign of weakness, yet whatever it was that cut three deep crimson tears into Leon's pale, soft inner arm has seemingly been able to slice through several layers of fabric on top of the leather.

Leon's breath hitches for a moment before he shivers again, hands quivering even more erratically when Piers prods gently at the edge of the wounds. "Shh," he tries, "It's alright, I just need to look it over."

Piers presses delicately on the skin, brow furrowed. There's something in the wound, he thinks, maybe dirt, or....

He gasps as black fluid pours forth in a fountain of liquid far more viscous than blood, gaze shooting to Leon's face. His lips are moving, cracked and dry in the winter air, but no words spill forth, expression too dazed to give Piers any context to what he might be trying to say. Piers fights down a wave of queasiness, dipping his left pointer finger into the fluid and immediately hissing when it burns like acid. He scrubs it quickly in the snow, his own hand trembling slightly when he lifts it to examine the spot of reddening, raised flesh pulsing on the tip of his finger. His muscles tense. Poison.

Leon must be in absolute agony.

Slowly, Piers reaches into his pack to pull free a length of linen bandages, wrapping them securely around the wound and tucking Leon's sleeve back over the lump of fabric before the fluid and blood can begin to soak through.

"We'll fix this," Piers says with more determination than he truly feels, tucking the torn bracer into his pack along with the dagger he'd dropped at his side. It takes some maneuvering, but with the tree as a brace he manages to lift Leon more or less to his feet by the upper arms, darting close enough to slip the uninjured one over Piers' shoulders and use his legs to push the rest of Leon's weight upright. He slumps almost immediately into Piers, but the combat training must be paying off---Piers only stumbles slightly before he manages to right himself, gritting his jaw.

"I'll get us out of this place," he murmurs firmly, wrapping an arm around Leon's waist to steady him. "Even if it's the last thing that I do."

[silvercap-art]

Leon and Piers as they're gonna appear in one of my upcoming fics!! Playing around with materials and I like how they came out!

[tirsynni]

So far, so good with my Whumptober Goals.

Legend of Zelda so far:

Legend of Zelda: Sands of Time 1/3 - “Calling to You (My Safety Net)” In which the call of Link's new home proves stronger than common sense or years of experience. Mistakes are made.

Legend of Zelda: Revalink One-Shot - “Almost a Memory” Link wasn't sure what the Hero from a hundred years ago would have done, but he was confident that he could have dodged that arrow.

Legend of Zelda: Malon/Link Gen/Pre-Relationship One-Shot - “In the Cold Light of the Moon” After Termina, nothing fits quite like it should and Time marches on even as Link wishes it wouldn't.

Legend of Zelda: BotW Gen ½ - “Riding the Lightning” The Yiga were either very lucky or were competent for a change. It didn't matter. Either way, Link was about to have a bad day.

Legend of Zelda: Hyrule Warriors Gen ½ - “So Far to Fall” When the small child with the Spirit of the Hero entered the battlefield, Link had no plans on getting attached to the feral brat. He swore to protect him, to keep him safe, but that was supposed to be the end of it. Now trapped and wounded with the young hero crying in front of him, Link realized far too late that he had failed.

Resident Evil so far (Leon-focused):

Resident Evil: Nivannedy One-Shot - “Falling for You” Leon Kennedy goes missing in another dark mansion in the middle of another dark forest. This was why Leon insisted to Piers that their honeymoon take place on a sunny beach somewhere. Resident Evil: Metaltango One-Shot - “In Our Time of Dying” Leon's initial toast to his dead lover had been a little premature. His second toast, water instead of vodka, was somehow even less satisfying. Resident Evil: Nivannedy ¼ “Singing My Requiem” Just yesterday, the top item on Leon's "Worst Way to Die" list had seemed obvious. Becoming a BOW, of course. Yesterday was a very, very long time ago, and the silence gave Leon far too much time to think and reconsider.

Resident Evil: Vendetta Gen One-Shot - “Losing My Religion” For Leon S. Kennedy, surrounded by death and betrayal, hope was a thing with razor-sharp wings. Resident Evil: Nivannedy ¼ - “Murphy’s Law” When trapped in a cave-in, no matter how bad the situation was, never think that it couldn't get worse. Really, Leon Kennedy should have known better. It can always get so, so much worse.

[silvercap]

Thanks for the tag!! :)

This is kiss is rather pornographic so beware of that lolol, but this is from the knight au!

I'll tag... @thebrandywine @goodpointsandbadpoints @fonulyn @charcuteriecrab @flurrin @desired-misery and anyone else who wants to join in? A lot of you were already tagged lol but please do if I've missed you!

✨Friday Kiss Tag 💋✨

Hello, lovelies! Happy Friday to you. ❤️

I hope you are all gave yourself kindness and support this week, just as our kissing characters have done. Keep spreading the love, and treat yourselves well so that you may treat others with respect and care 💛💫✨

Thank you to everyone who has tagged me this week: @noxxytocin for a favorites tag, @justabigoldnerd , @jev-urisk , @kaylinalexanderbooks , @aalinaaaaaa , and @pippinoftheshire for a WIP Wednesday tag, @the-inkwell-variable for a Last Line tag, @wyked-ao3 , @gioiaalbanoart , @theink-stainedfolk for a mixed fried writing share, @willtheweaver @ominous-feychild @cowboybrunch and @mysticstarlightduck for your multitags, and @drchenquill for a writing share tag! I appreciate you all 💛✨

For everyone who tagged me this week that I may have missed, thank you so much again! 💛✨

Now, onto the smoochin 💋✨

Rules: From your Story/WIP, share a kiss. It can be any kiss, from familial pecks on the cheek, forehead kisses, platonic smooches, to full-blown makeouts. Spread the love! ❤️

For those of you that don’t have a kiss ready, no worries! You can treat this tag as a writing share instead! 💚

Rules: Share a snippet of your writing!

Draft 2 of YWIMC is almost complete, so I figured I’d celebrate with a smooch from Ali and Noah 🧞‍♂️✨

“‘Uhibuk….” Noah closed his eyes as Ali leaned in for another gentle kiss.

“‘Uhibuk….” Ali whispered against his lover’s luscious lips, connecting them in a slow, methodical rhythm.

‘Ali….�� Noah hummed in his mind as he moaned into the kiss. ‘….make me yours.’

Ali smirked into the kiss as a low rumble escaped his own throat. ‘Is this a wish, Noah, or a command?’

‘A command.’

‘In that case, who am I to refuse?’

Leaving this tag +open and gently alerting the tag list. Happy smoochin, and spread the love far and wide 💛💫✨

✨👇Tag List for writing snippets below. DM me if you’d like to be added👇✨

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[phoenixmetaphor]

Last Line Challenge!!!

rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

i was tagged by the talented @alvivaarts !!! thanks so much for thinking of me <3

since i emerged from my long dormancy, i don’t know a large amount of people i know to be active buttttt i will try tagging @sinnabum45 [been loving your recent narumitsu], @californiatowhee [ditto bestie], @silvercap [art or writing?], and @thebrandywine [i mean i’d tag you in this post anyway, so….]. feel free to ignore if this ain’t your thing~~~

anyways here’s a page of preliminary sketches for a comic based on @thebrandywine ‘s [pull me under], a nivannedy mermaid au fic that has given me brainworms (told you i’d be tagging you in regardless, mav)

i don’t usually share at this stage because it’s all very rough and i only need it to make sense to me, which is why there are like… stick figures and also why I just freely write and draw over other writings and drawings. and i’m not sure this will go all the way to a finished state, if all these panels will make it, and if they will be in this order (i’ve already changed some things up…). like right now i am sort of unhappy with the sameness of all the head shots but … we’ll see, we’ll see.

also if all the pen scratches and scribbles didn’t give it away, this is done traditionally, mostly to force myself to just restart something that’s not working rather than attempting to noodle with it endlessly, which is a pitfall I can fall into with digital sketching. i really should not have used this particular ink tho, it has shimmer and it was clogging my pen something fierce x.x

[thebrandywine]

20 Questions for Fic Authors

@catgirladjacent tagged me! and i like to infodump! let's go!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

97 including some that are under pseuds, though I did orphan a few once I started fixating on Resident Evil more fully. I was embarrassed lmao

2. What is your AO3 wordcount?

865,796 o__o

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Resident Evil exclusively now!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

don't worry about this one cuz it's under a pseud lol

[every picture tells a story], 387 kudos

[lantern], 376 kudos

broken machine, 356 kudos

[the quality of mercy], 332 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do!!! more often than not it's just with some emojis now lol but i relish and treasure every single comment i get

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh, this one has yet to be published :) don't worry! <3

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

hmm... probably Two Cakes (which is coming out this month)? made me feel all sappy at least :]

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not now, but I definitely got some hateful comments on things when i was a lot younger-- mostly people complaining that i was a bad writer or that i should delete (which i did, so they got their wish lol). now if anything i mostly get people who comment on my stuff to kind of pressure me to update XYZ (the nivannedy catboy fic is notorious for this, which is why i haven't been working on it very much lately). the block button is my friend tho <3

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

yeah :)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

Nope!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i think someone wanted to at one point and then never did lol

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i've talked with some people about this before but we've never gotten around to it :P

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

i love chreon but there's just SOMETHING about nivannedy---

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

the lethan re7/re8 rewrite. i really want to keep working on them but i just have so much more on my plate that i keep pushing it off, especially when it'll require the research of rewatching playthroughs a few times to reimaging the plot points. maybe one day tho!!

16. What are your writing strengths?

i've been told that my dialog is good which makes me happy because there are a few fics where i'm actually really proud of it :3

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

describing things, especially people! for some reason i always feel like it breaks the flow so i just... am like "there is a man. anyway--" sorry readers but it's your job to imagine him skjfnskdnf

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i only speak english and i'm also VERY american. i don't personally want to mess around with that because it would be google translate type shit and that's just sad imo :/ so since i don't know enough i will abstain

19. First fandom you wrote for?

pokemon!!!!!!!!! i literally found THE first fic i ever wrote which would have been somewhere between third and fifth grade because i PRINTED IT and DREW PICTURES. it is called The Mysterious Manaphy and makes no sense. i read it aloud to my partner and they howled. yeah, it was just that good

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

listen, i love broken machine, but dualities has seriously taken the cake!!!!!!!!!

thank you for tagging me claire :3 i tag @flurrin @fonulyn and @silvercap!!!

[knifefightandchill]

fav resi fics? :)

This took me a second to gather, my browser bookmarks are such a mess. 😅 There were a couple ones I couldn't find too sadly. Including the one that wasn't ship related

So all of these are ship related, because I have a problem XD So I'll sort them like that.

Metaltango;

Ties that Bind – by SocialDeception

Nary a Waver – by tirsynni

Chreon;

Home again, Sweetheart – by Mikhailov

Nivannedy;

as long as you’ll have me – by fonulyn

tear me open (and make me whole again) – by fonulyn

If you or anyone has any resi fic recommendations please send them my way! I’ve been struggling to focus on reading lately, and would love suggestions.

and i'm gonna go ahead and tag the writers that i know the urls for, so you can check out all their work!

@fonulyn , @social-deception , @tirsynni

[birdycage]

Fanart for @fonulyn's adorable, sexy (smutty) fic you're my fantasy (someone I'm made for).

It's a really cute and sweet Nivannedy oneshot with two parts, both where Leon crossdresses for Piers and it leads to plenty of fun things (especially the birthday surprise in the second half).

I really couldn't resist drawing Leon crossdressing and laying on a rose petal covered bed because that scene sure makes a pretty picture in my mind.

[fonulyn]

Piers shrugged off his own jacket, kicked off his boots, and Leon had no strength to do anything except watch as Piers stripped down to his undershirt and boxers. Then he unceremoniously lifted the covers and slipped into bed with Leon.

Somehow, Leon’s frozen heart found it in itself to start beating like mad in his chest.

“I’m sorry,” Piers apologized again, as he gathered Leon close and pulled him against his chest. “I’ve literally got nothing else to warm you up with.”

- Or, Leon takes an unwanted dive into an icy lake, but Piers takes care of him in more ways than one.

[silvercap]

for the prompt game: have you done darkness? if I missed it, weak works as well. hell if you do both that's cool too - go off silver!! (i reread a bunch of your drabbles JUST to see which prompts you'd already done - totally didn't get stuck in a lil whirlpool of silver fics there 👀) (if you've done both of these already and i missed it then im so sorry 😭)

<3<3<3

Darkness/Weak

The darkness of Leon's small house is almost soothing when he steps through the front door, the late hour leaving him bleary and irritable and slightly nauseous. The medics with the BSAA had diagnosed him with a concussion, he's pretty sure, but Leon isn't in the mood to be poked and prodded and treated like a patient while they interrogate him for mission details. Here, at least, he's free from judgement and watchful eyes; from the ready hands waiting to catch him like a child in case he stumbles. He just wants to sleep in his own bed. Is that so much to ask?

Every part of his body aches, the ankle he'd sprained proving to be a difficult opponent as he limps through the house. The set of lacerations slashed across his upper arm have begun to sting again, throbbing in time with Leon's ragged breaths, and he realizes tiredly that he's still covered in blood and filth. He'll have to shower, first.

He can barely remember the detour to the bathroom, brought back into awareness by the agony that courses through him the moment he begins to shrug off his jacket and jeans, groaning when the fabric rips away from bloody wounds and forces his protesting muscles to twist in ways that make them angrier. Under the bright lights of the bathroom fixture, he looks like a mess, eyes sunken and bloodshot beneath stringy hair and a layer of grime and blood. Not all of it his own---but most of it.

The warm water is a comfort, at least, enough to elicit a sigh as the steam begins to rise around him. It stings the wounds that have begun to reopen with all his struggling, but Leon doesn't pay them any mind. He watches the blood swirl around his feet in ghostly patterns of rusty crimson, too exhausted to do much else. Slowly, the pain creeps back in, his ankle tight with jagged spikes of pain the longer he keeps his weight on it. He's not clean, yet, though, he can't get out. God, it's hard to think.

Leon sits down hard on the cheap shower floor, leaning his head back against the wall. He doesn't have the strength to do anything but sigh, fingers trailing limp in the flow of water as he lets himself sag. That's okay, he can stay here for a while. Relax, take a load off....

He snaps awake with a shiver, aware only of the cold water pouring over him in torrents. For a moment, he thinks he's outside, until he catches sight of the shower handle and it all comes rushing back. Leon shivers again, noticing through blurry, swimming vision the goosebumps that have formed on his bare legs, stretched out in front of him. The cold is enough to make his injuries ache again, the slightest attempt to move prompting a bitten-off whimper of agony. He... he wants to go to bed. He should stand up and go to bed.

Leon's too weak to turn off the spray, though, his hand trembling and collapsing back to his side when he tries. He growls quietly in frustration, the sound trailing off into a whine. A wave of distress threatens to overwhelm him, panic prying at the edges of his awareness.

"Leon?!" The sudden slam of the bathroom door jolts him in place, eliciting a groan as his muscles twinge. Through the glass wall of the shower, he can make out Piers' dismayed expression, an automatic semblance of a smile curving Leon's lips.

"Hey," he says, watching as Piers shoves the door open and throws himself into the falling water to turn it off despite being fully dressed. What a weirdo. Leon blinks as Piers looks him up and down, expression tightening as he takes in the bruises and wounds on his skin. "Fancy meeting you here."

"You weren't answering your phone," Piers says roughly, an edge of some unreadable emotion in his voice. His gaze scans Leon's body again. "I thought something might've happened, your door was unlocked. Are you alright?"

"Couldn't resist checking me out, huh, Nivans?" Leon mumbles. His eyelids fall shut of their own accord, a sigh leaving his chest. Maybe now that Piers is here, he can actually get some rest. Strong hands slip under his armpits a moment later, and Leon groans. "Lemme sleep."

"Get up, Leon," Piers orders, but his voice is softer than before. He starts to lift, and Leon supposes he might as well try to cooperate---except that it feels almost impossible to get his feet under him, knees buckling every time he tries. He whimpers when his sprained ankle twists awkwardly. Piers pushes closer, an arm around Leon's waist, until he's practically supporting all of Leon's weight. "There you go. I've got you."

Somehow, he maneuvers Leon to the closed seat of the toilet, sitting him down so he can lean back against the tank. Leon prises his eyelids apart with effort, just in time to see the fluffy towel that descends to ruffle his hair and swipe gently down his nude body. Piers wraps it around Leon's waist when he's done, the cool fabric making him shiver.

"Just a little longer," Piers soothes when he groans again, "I've got the first aid kit, I'm going to wrap up some of your injuries. You're still bleeding a little bit."

"I am?" Leon blinks hazily. Huh. Maybe that makes a little sense. He winces as Piers begins to wipe down several spots with stinging disinfectant, slipping back into a daze as fresh gauze is secured to various parts of his body. The tensor bandage around his ankle is the worst, but it's not long before Piers is smearing antibiotic ointment on the cut Leon can feel on his forehead and covering it in a large bandaid, and suddenly all Leon can feel is hollowness.

"Piers," he says heavily, tongue thick in his mouth. "I think I'm gonna pass out or somethin'."

Instantly, steadying hands find his shoulders, pressure that draws Leon back into his body. A pair of warm eyes hovers in front of his face when he looks, eyebrows creased.

"Let's get you into bed, okay?" Piers says softly.

Leon staggers once he's upright again, but Piers refuses to let him fall. The next thing he knows, he's being laid out on a soft mattress, the sensation almost heavenly against his aching joints and the sharp pain that flares up every few moments. He buries his face in the pillow. Shivers. It's cold in here, too.

A moment later, a soft blanket is pulled up over his shoulders, Piers' gentle expression visible when Leon peeks out from the cage of his arms where they hold onto the pillow. He smiles, but it seems wan, his flesh hand reaching out to trace over a lock of Leon's hair. That feels nice.

"Get some sleep," Piers murmurs, and Leon nods. The chill is draining from his limbs, pain lost in the fog of fatigue, and it doesn't take long before he's out entirely.

[locus-desperatus]

I usually don't post fic stuff here, but I'm excited about this so... Pirate Leon/Siren Piers 🥺

[fonulyn]

(I’m sorry for hijacking your post but nnnhhh)

The night sky is so bright it feels like the stars might just fall right out of it. It’s surprisingly chilly, Piers thinks as he runs his fingers through his hair, still wet from the shower he’d taken, dripping onto his shoulders. He feels too restless to go back inside though, like he’s vibrating with the excess energy, and he shoves his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, hunches his shoulders against the wind and walks aimlessly forward.

A small group of his friends and coworkers are standing around smoking, and they beckon him to come closer but he only waves at them a little, his destination elsewhere. 

There’s a small playground next to the motel, empty at this hour of the night, except for the sole figure sitting on the bench staring at the swing set. "What did the swing ever do to you?” he asks as he takes a seat next to Leon. 

The answer is an amused huff, and Leon shakes his head slightly. “Shouldn’t you be catching up on sleep? We’ve got an early morning tomorrow.”

“I could tell you the same thing,“ Piers replies without a pause. “Last I checked you were coming with us. Or did you just want a free night at this luxurious place courtesy of the BSAA?“ He nods towards the shabby motel as he speaks even though Leon isn’t looking straight at him, and as Leon snorts out another soft laugh he counts it as a success. 

There’s a pause, during which Piers thinks Leon won’t say anything, but then Leon surprises him by speaking up. His voice is silent, barely audible in the still air around them. “I don’t sleep well before... before.”

There’s vulnerability in him that makes Piers’ heart ache. It makes him want to take on the entire world so that Leon doesn’t need to. At the same time it feels like a some kind of victory, knowing that Leon trusts him enough to say this out loud. This thing, whatever it is, between them is so new and fragile, tentative at best, and time and time again Piers is floored by the realization that Leon wants to put in the effort as badly as he does. 

“Me neither,“ he says, tilting his head to look at Leon. He considers for a moment, collects his courage, but then decides that he could as well offer. “Wanna come keep me company? I scored a single room.” 

Leon turns to him, eyes slightly widened, as if he doesn’t believe what he hears.

Immediately Piers backtracks, “I mean, you obviously don’t need to. And I don’t know what kind of a luxury suite they get the consulting agents, you--”

“Stop talking,” Leon says, his voice amused, but at the same time unbearably tender. He turns, shifts a little closer, and leans to press his forehead against Piers’ shoulder. “I didn’t even go see the room,“ he admits, refusing to look up, as if the fabric of Piers’ hoodie is the perfect place to hide, “I couldn’t.“

Piers tries very hard to stay still, barely dares to breathe. His heart is thrumming in his chest, filling with such intense warmth it feels way too much, way too soon, and he doesn’t say anything out loud. He hides the love in his heart, where it’s safe. For now. 

"I think the bed in my room could fit two people,” he says instead, careful to keep it light.

As an answer, Leon shifts a little closer still, presses his face into Piers’ neck, and takes a deep breath. The moment is gone as soon as it started, and he’s pulling back. The lines around his eyes seem a little less severe, though, his shoulders relaxing minutely. “Show me the way,” he says, a hint of a smile curving his mouth. 

Latest then, Piers knows he’s helplessly in love. There’s no going back for him. He feeds the flickering flame within his heart, keeps it to himself for now, and only nudges Leon’s shoulder with his own. “Let’s go, old man.”

Leon’s laughter is equal parts surprised and relieved. 

Sighhh

[echidnana]

just got hit with really fucking bad dysphoria why the FUCK is this happening

[jubilee-lining]

i love how i just keep collecting resi ships like theyre pokemon cards. i started like three ethleon fics and never finished them, im working on a nivannedy sequel to my unrequited chreon fic, AND a nivanfield fic thats nothing but me emotionally torturing chris

[thebrandywine]

I am letting you know that Slide it In by Whitesnake gets stuck in my head regularly because of your nivannedy fic.

sorry!!! 😂😂 hey, at least they had a good laugh, right?