#ot3: bouquet

[hanafubukki]

[OT3 Masterlist: Knight of Dawn x Reader x Lilia Vanrouge]

Summary: You and Silver have a heartfelt moment.

You couldn’t help but stare at Silver.

“Mother?”

“Sorry Silver, I just thought it was a bit unfair.”

“Unfair?”

“Yeah, if it wasn’t for Lilia’s blessing, you would look like a carbon copy of Dawn.”

You cupped his cheek, “I just thought it’s a bit unfair that neither mine or Leah’s, in her time, is shown on you.”

You started rambling, “Not that that’s a bad thing! You’re wonderful the way you are and precious and very loved and you’re as handsome as your fathers. It’s just-”

“But I do have a piece of you.”

Silver held your hand in his, leaning his head into your touch, “I have your courage and kindness.”

The smile he sent you then had you smiling in return, “I have your strength. I wouldn’t be who I am without you. So please, never believe otherwise.”

Tears stream down.

“You are the kindest one out of all of us.”

“I love you, Silver.” You hug him tightly.

He returns it just as tight.

Bonus:

A pair of shadows watched as mother and son had a moment.

Lilia was startled when a bouquet of flowers were placed in front of him, turning to see Malleus holding it to him. Lilia took it despite the questioning look he sent Malleus.

“Happy Mother’s Day, Lilia.”

Lilia laughed, “Shouldn’t you be giving this to your mother and YN?”

“I have already given one to mother and have one prepared for YN,” Malleus smirked, “I have also given one to father and to Dawn as well.”

A look to his side confirmed that statement, Dawn was smiling at his flowers as the birds circled him curiously.

Lilia looked at the bouquet affectionately before floating and kissing Malleus’ forehead.

“Thank you, Malleus.”

As YN and Silver joined their group, Malleus shared a look with Silver, knowing he thought the same.

Thank you for loving us. We wouldn’t be who we are today without any of you.

Happy Mother’s Day 🌺🌷💞

I’m late, but it’s better late than never. 🤣🫶

This has been in my drafts for five months Omg

[flammenkobold]

Also another point in Arum's sexiness: his violet eyes, violet like amethysts, you know his eyes, his violet eyes that make two people who are in a relationship together go all dreamy and poetic independent of each other.

Sexiest Podcast Character — Scripted Bracket — Round 1

Propaganda

Lord Arum (The Penumbra Podcast: Second Citadel):

Propoganda: I'm not a scaley, but I'm also not a coward

lizard man... big four armed polyamorous bisexual lizard man with knives! tktktktktktktktk

The Witch Queen A.K.A Daughter Dooley (Old Gods of Appalachia):

She's the most powerful witch in Appalachia, she's asexual, her moms are lesbians, her best friend is a bear made of magic.

[roseapov]

Roseapov Reblog (Reblogs)

Colour Guide: Black - Games, movies, fandoms etc. Pink - reblogs with things from real life @roseapov-reblog my actual account for reblogs

Crowley is Levan Theory

Yan!Vil x Reader x Yan!Rook

Rollo Flamme x Reader with bits of Malleus x Reader

Genshin Man Isekai'd into the creators world

Bye bye bugs

Riddle and Vil bonding art

Fragaria memories meme (Hallritt and Hello Kitty)

Malleus x Yuu x Ace comedy

Sad Idia comic

HSR chars as vampires

Halloween ghosts decoration

Halloween ghosts decoration

Malleus calling Yuu by their name and not Child of man

Argentiiiiii

Fic based on my Twst Self Aware <3

Cheka and Leona wallpaper

Rosebush Sneak-peek

Fragaria Memories Red Bouquet

Yuu snaps and bullies OB gang (most of them) and they like it

Lilia cooking meme

How to win the heart of Vil Shoenheit

Masterpiece

How to not kill your computer

Invite quality guide Twst

Rosebush 001 Twst, Riddle Rosehearts

Vitamins cheat sheet

How you mince my heart, Vil Shoenheit

Twst inhuman traits

Moose

Vampire Epel fic

Alhaitham and Kaveh in somewhat Fontaine clothes

Shrimp, Jade x Yuu

Great Seven avenue backgrounds

WIP Heartslabyul reincarnation, Riddle Rosehearts

Chosing who to write for

Morning people vs night people

Leona Playful land art

Jack Playful land art

Epel Masquerade art

BAT ATTACK!!

Rook x reader, Royal AU

OT3 Playful Land Scenarios (Lilia, Reader, Knight of Dawn)

Genshin 4 archons

Loved by a fae

Rosebush additional chapter

Dearest mother additional chapter

OB Vil design art

Malleus and Lilia stickers

Learn French Twst Rook and Epel meme

Pomefiore arts

Rook meme

TWST MAFIA AU!!!

Twst art that reminds me of mafia au

Dorm Uniform Malleus Card Analysis

Writer!Yuu and yandere

Cater personality problems

Crowley sets up Overblots theory

Dearest mother additional chapter

Dearest mother / Rosebush art

Lilia's revenge on Rollo

Playful land big bro behaviour

Vampire memes

Eggleus and Lilia meme

Genshin sagau

Jade, 'Do be gentle with me' line

Love Potion Leona x reader

Honest Fellow meme

Malleus and Grim superduo

Lilia and Baby Silver headcanon

Trey dad, Vil mama

Jade / Floyd and their S/O headcanon

Jing Yuan

The Great 7 AU Masterlist

Always second 001 Twst Leona Kingscholar

Malleus x Reader, The promises we made

The ghost groom

Azul Octopus headcanon

Sebek heart locket comics

Perfect harmony meme

Vil's deep character analysis

Rollo Flamme memes

Silver and Parent Lilia, killing them will take like 5 minutes

Malleus 3rd spell lines

Vil Playful Land

[cartograffiti]

Sir Arum and the Green Knight

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast, Tales of the Second Citadel, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight Rating: M Warnings: No archive warnings apply Word count: 27,407 - Relationships: Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla (Bouquet ot3) Characters: Lord Arum, Sir Damien, Rilla, Sir Marc, Quanyii, Sir Angelo, Olala - A Second Citadel fusion with Sir Gawain and the Green Knight!

This fic was written for the 2020 Penumbra Mini Bang.

This fic was posted in 2020. I'm sharing it now because I want my Tumblr to have a nicely organized link to each of my fics. Some I've shared with such inconsistent tags I can't find the links myself, and many I've never blogged about at all! This one I know I have, but this is an easier way to get organized.

[alwaysbethewest]

Narcos fic: S.W.A.K.

It's my beloved @knittingqueen13's birthday and somehow she can always get me to write fics just by asking nicely. So here's a silly sweet little pre-relationship Narcos OT3 ficlet just for her! But you can read it too if you'd like 😌

Title: S.W.A.K. Pairing: Connie/Steve + Javi (pre-OT3) Rating: Teen Word Count: 550 Content/warnings: schmoop, flirty teasing, romance, valentines, implications of polyamory/threesome (lol), just absolute nonsense of the exact brand you can always expect from me. Unbetaed but thanks to @mourningbirds1 for her help.

Javi’s distracted by lighting his cigarette, so it takes him a minute to notice the envelope sitting square in the middle of his desk. When he finally spots it, he’s not sure how he missed it; the shade of bright fluorescent pink could probably be seen from space, much less from a foot away.

He pokes at it gingerly, using his fingertips to flip it over to examine the back. The flap is sealed, and there’s a red lipstick kiss pressed onto the paper, over the seal.

Javi’s eyes travel around the bullpen, taking in the bevy of female agents and secretaries he’s flirted with over the years, wondering which of his colleagues is trying to spark an office romance. The woman in question has either slipped away or is playing it cool, because nobody meets his gaze with a wink or a smirk or a flirtatious nod. It’s business as usual at everyone else’s desks, leaving his admirer a mystery.

Across from him, Steve is shooting him a smirk from the other side of his own desk. He nods at the pink card. “You gonna open that or what?”

“Did you see who left it?”

Steve chuckles. “I know exactly who left it.”

Javier narrows his eyes in suspicion, but he finally slides a finger under the envelope flap, prying it open.

The card is a store-bought valentine, with a giant, red heart on the front. “Be Mine,” it says. There’s a pen stroke through Mine and above it in neat cursive: Ours.

It takes Javi too long to figure it out, and Steve takes pity on him.

“It’s from Connie,” he tells him. Javier’s eyes snap up to meet his again, and Steve still looks amused, but there’s something quietly serious about his face, a curious tightness around his eyes that Javi hadn’t noticed a moment before.

Inside, she’s written: Come to dinner tonight—let us treat you! XOXO yours, Connie and Steve

He tilts his head, stalling by taking a drag on his smoke.

“Dinner?” he asks.

“She thinks you don’t have enough romance in your life,” Steve explains. His tone is a little strange, like he’s stuck somewhere in the middle between agreeing with her and not.

Javi raises an eyebrow. “I’ve got plenty of romance.”

“Do you?”

Javi is silent. His definition of romance might differ from Connie’s, but he’s still not exactly sure what this is.

“Well I won’t turn down dinner,” he says finally, “but I’m not going to sleep with you.”

Steve grins. “You say that now, but you’ve never been wined and dined by Connie Murphy,” he jokes. “Anything could happen.”

“Probably not that,” Javi insists.

“Listen to yourself, you’ve already downgraded to ‘probably.’ She’s got you good.”

“Ten percent chance,” Javi offers, straight-faced. He tucks the card back in its envelope and tosses it into his desk drawer for safekeeping, as Steve lets out a victorious-sounding laugh. “Fifteen if she brings me flowers.”

The bouquet of irises she hands him match the blue of her sparkling eyes and Javi feels his stomach drop, just a little, as he accepts the gift.

Over her shoulder, Steve meets his eyes with a knowing grin. Twenty, he mouths silently, and Javi thinks—he might still be lowballing.

(mini tag list: @pedrostories, @littlemisspascal, @loversandantiheroes, @pajamasecrets, @lannister-slings-and-arrows, @thirstworldproblemss)

[invisibleraven]

Life is like a song

Luke would be the first to admit he's not the best at romance. But this year for Valentine's Day, he wants to try.

Because Julie and Reggie deserve it.

Rating: T

Word Count: ~6.1k

On AO3!

Seems only apt that I celebrate Valentine's Day with my OT3!

This is also my two year anniversary of writing JatP fic, and what better way to celebrate than to write even more?

Hope you enjoy this smoopy little bit of fluff, and know I love you all very much. Happy Valentine's Day!

Luke would be the first to admit he wasn’t the most romantic soul on the planet. Sure he’s got a pocketful of words and an accompanying melody to make you swoon, but outside of that, the gestures from movies don’t come easy.

He’s not great about remembering anniversaries and the like, though Alex has a calendar programmed on his phone to remind him. Even if Luke is prone to losing his phone in the couch cushions more often than not.

Thankfully his partners are more than understanding.

Julie just sighs, rolls her eyes and kisses his cheek when he gives her a sheepish, apologetic smile. She knows he’ll make it up to her with a serenade or a spa day at some point.

It’s Reggie that he hates disappointing.

Sure he’ll smile with understanding, say it’s fine. But his grin never reaches his eyes and Luke sees how it drops when Reggie thinks he can’t see. And no amount of songs or spa days will help erase the guilt from Luke’s heart at that.

This year, he vows it will be different. They have money now from the album, a big house to share, and resources at his fingertips to help plan a killer evening.

Valentine's Day seems the perfect opportunity to get his wooing on.

First step is flowers. Julie is easy, she adores dahlias. They have a garden full of them, but Luke decided to call up a local florist to order a bouquet, because he wants them arranged a little nicely. “I need another bouquet too,” he adds. “Something romantic.”

“Well you can’t go wrong with a dozen red roses,” the florist says.

'Does Reggie like roses?' Luke wonders. He can’t recall him ever offering much opinion on any flower, other than liking the sunflowers that Julie planted under their kitchen window. He figured that he’d rather go for what he knows Reggie likes than stick to a cliché and places his order.

Flowers? Check.

Next is food. Luke has been banned from the kitchen other than to make toast and eggs, so he knows cooking is out. He’d rather not set the house on fire or give either of his partners food poisoning. One bout of that in his lifetime was more than enough, thanks.

He also doesn’t really want to go out anywhere. Sure they can afford better than street dogs now, but fans mob them at places they like eating at and the snootier places only see their bank balance or their newfound rock star status. He supposes he could make an order for delivery but he knows food never travels well.

That leaves asking for help, something Luke knows he doesn’t excel at. But for Julie and Reggie, he’ll do anything-even ask his mom for her assistance.

Emily is thrilled to help, and ropes Victoria into the scheme. Between the two of them they plan a feast that will keep in the fridge and only needs a few minutes in the oven to reheat. Emily leaves the instructions for that so he can hand them off to Julie on the agreement that neither woman will ‘stop by’ to make sure he didn’t do it himself.

Luke rolls his eyes at that, but gives them both a big hug in thanks and agrees to see them the 13’th to pick up the meal.

Food? Check.

~

As it gets closer and closer to Valentines though, Luke wonders if he should decorate. Paper hearts and little Cupids seem kind of tacky, but maybe some candles? Fake ones of course-see again no burning down of the house. He knows Ray has a large supply of fake tea lights for shoots, so one day when Reggie is off with Alex and Julie is out with Flynn, he heads off to Los Feliz.

Ray seems a little surprised to see him sans Julie, and Luke feels a little sheepish. After finally reconnecting with his own parents, he doesn’t think about forging a stronger relationship with his partners’ parent. Sure he sees Ray for family dinner every week, but he knows Julie talks to her dad daily. Plus the man practically adopted Reggie once his parents utterly failed to be competent human beings capable of love. And Reggie soaks up affection like a sponge, giving it back a hundred fold. So he knows the bond between the two of them is strong.

It’s just-aside from giving the man updates on the band or discussing his partners, Luke has no idea what to talk to Ray about. Julie has a lifetime of memories and blood to keep her going, Reggie has Star Wars, baseball, and photography. What does Luke have?

Sure they can chat about music for a bit, or the weather, but that’s pretty limited. Luke vows after Operation Romance is over, he’s going to try and be a better son to Ray. For now though, he offers the man a bright smile and says “I need to ask you something.”

“Hoo boy, was wondering when this day would come,” Ray says as he sits him down at the island, pouring them both a glass of water unprompted. He then holds up a finger and disappears momentarily, coming back and dropping a small velvet bag in front of him. “You may have something different in mind, so I won’t be offended if you don’t want them, but they’ve been in the Alvarez family for generations, so if you want them, they’re yours.”

Luke opens the bag and freezes. Because inside are three gold rings. One is obviously an engagement ring, a single circular diamond with filigree on either side. The other two are plain bands, one slimmer than the other, but he bets it would still fit Reggie’s finger.

“Oh… um… I…” Luke stammers, flailing internally. The three of them had discussed marriage of course, but in more of a nebulous someday thing kind of way, maybe when their relationship could actually enjoy the benefits of that sort of union. Luke didn’t think they needed a ceremony or a piece of paper to legitimize them. Reggie had his own hang ups regarding the institution, given his parents own turbulent marriage-though he had expressed a want to do better, be better than those awful people, and a loving, healthy marriage seemed like a great way to do so. Julie wanted it, he knew that much. Couldn’t ignore how she swooned at the wedding shows he occasionally caught her binging.

Shit.

Luke shoved the rings back into the bag and then into the cavernous pocket of his oversized flannel, croaking out a thanks. “I was also wondering… could I borrow some fake candles for Valentine’s?”

“Going for the big cliché romantic proposal?” Ray asked, offering Luke a gentle, teasing smile. “Whatever you need mijo.”

Ray comes back with a box, laden down with the electric candles, plus a few odds and ends he thought Luke might like. “So, I know you never asked… but you’ve got my blessing, or permission, or whatever it was you were looking for. Though I would still ask Chavala about asking Reggie. She’d be honoured, and she’s the closest thing he has to a parent now.”

“That’s not true,” Luke replies. “He still has you.”

Ray ducks his head and smiles. “He does, you’re right. You do too, you know. I know you still have your own father, but…”

“I know,” Luke replies, clapping Ray on the shoulder. “Thanks pops.”

“Good luck mijo, I’ll be looking forward to hearing how it all goes on the 15’th.”

Luke is sure his smile falters but he leaves, driving off, only letting his forehead meet the steering wheel as he pulls into his driveway. “Fuck, fuck fuck!” he swears. Ray is totally going to expect Julie and Reggie to be engaged come next week and what is he going to tell the man when they’re not? The timing wasn’t right? But what could be more right than proposing on Valentine’s Day?

He runs his fingers through his hair, leaning his head back, looking at the weird stain that mars the ceiling of his car. Groans and asks himself what he’s gonna do. Pulls out the little velvet bag, dumping the rings into his palm.

What is he going to do?

The obvious answer is propose, of course. He loves Julie and Reggie, knows they’re it for the long haul. So what if the union wouldn’t be legal? Why not celebrate their love for each other? Sure, he’s still not convinced that they need it, but… this is the height of romance right? Asking the people you love to be yours forever?

He can picture Reggie in a smart suit, probably tearing up as Luke sings his vows to him. Can see Julie’s euphoric face as she walks down the aisle on Ray’s arm. It makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Oh.

He wants that.

He wants to marry Julie and Reggie.

He looks at the rings again, and takes the biggest one, slipping it onto his left hand. It fits, astonishingly, and-it feels right there. He holds his hand up, admiring how the ring looks on his hand, and he knows he has the stupidest smile on his face. He slips the ring off once more, and puts them all in the bag.

Decor? Check.

Unexpected plan to propose? Also check. But-it feels right, and Luke is stoked to start thinking of ways to ask.

He still calls Reggie’s MeeMaw to ask if she’s okay with it. She bursts into happy tears, so Luke takes that as a yes. Tells him she’ll dig her canopy out of mothballs for the ceremony, will do a blessing in Hebrew if he wants, she doesn’t care what her rabbi will think, she is thrilled to think her grandson will be wed to such wonderful people. Luke even tears up at that. “I have to ask him first, Chavala,” he jokes.

“He’ll say yes, I know he will,” she assures him. “Oh and Luke honey? You can call me MeeMaw.”

Permission? Super check.

~

The music was easy; Luke had a pocketful of melodies and love songs galore to make a playlist with, plus a few songs that he knew that Julie and Reggie liked that weren’t his.

But he wanted a new song, because well, he was still him, and what would a romantic evening be if he didn’t have a song for them?

He considered making the song his proposal, but the inner Alex that lived in his head told him that for once he needed to put the guitar down and speak-not sing-from the heart. That just means he needs to get this song knocked out quickly before he can even think about his proposal speech.

“Do I need a proposal speech?’ he muses to himself out loud.

“You’re proposing?”

Luke turns and there’s Alex and Willie, and oh crap, he forgot they had a band meeting today. Thank goodness it was them that walked into the studio and not Reggie or Julie.

“Oh um… can you forget you heard that?” he asks, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.

“Decidedly not,” Alex replies. “But I won’t tell them, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He then looks at Luke’s set up. “Please tell me you’re not proposing through song.”

Luke chuckles at that, always knowing that his inner Alex voice will mimic the real one every time. “No, but I wanted to have a song to play them before going into my whole spiel. I might just wing it though.”

“Don’t,” Willie pipes up. “Don’t wing it. I’m not saying write a whole speech, but don’t go into it blind either. Have some idea of what you’re going to say other than just blurting out the question. They both deserve a little more romance than that.”

“Please,” Alex scoffs. “Luke doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body that isn’t devoted to music.”

And that hits Luke where it hurts, because that was the whole point of this right? To prove to his partners-to himself-that he could be romantic. “No, Willie’s right,” he finally says. “They do deserve better.”

“Then maybe put down the guitar and figure out how you’re going to ask,” Alex says. “The song isn’t going anywhere.”

“Right,” Luke says, even as he scribbles down a few more notes onto the page, then at Alex’s glare, closes his notebook. “Got any suggestions? I mean, how did Willie ask you?”

“Luke, we’re not engaged,” Willie replied.

“B-but…” Luke gestures to the ring adorning Alex’s left hand. It had appeared there some months ago, and all he had said was that Willie gave it to him and not to make a big fuss about it. They figured when the two were ready to start wedding planning, they would say so.

“This is a promise ring,” Alex replied. “We’re not the marrying type.”

Luke is confused by that. Can recall when same sex marriage was legalized, the decision brought teenaged Alex to tears. How he proclaimed he would have the biggest, gayest wedding in existence, would rub his husband-his husband!-in his homophobic parents faces. Because it was legal now.

He looks at Alex, whose face says don’t.

Alex who loves Willie more than those adolescent dreams.

So Luke closes his mouth. Rubs the back of his head. “Okay. But I am," Well he is now he amends in his mind, "and I still need help.”

Alex sighs-maybe in relief?-rolls his eyes and sits down on one side of him, Willie on the other, and they help him bang out the song so that then he can actually concentrate on what he wants to say.

Other than just blurting out ‘Will you marry me?’ because both of his friends are quick to nix that idea before it fully forms.

They had a basic outline of an idea when Alex heard the sound of tires on the drive and urged Luke to hide his plans because that was surely Julie and Reggie pulling in. Luke just barely manages to stash his notes when the studio door opens.

Reggie all but plops himself onto Luke’s lap, kissing him sweetly before sliding off so Julie takes his place, her kiss just as sweet, and a little lingering.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding, should have known,” she says. “Hope the new song is a killer because you missed snuggles and pancakes to work on it.”

“You mean that you didn’t save me any pancakes?” Luke teases.

“Not a one,” Reggie says, taking Julie’s feet into his lap. “You know the rules.”

“Yeah yeah,” Luke grumbles, his stomach echoing the sentiment. Did he eat today? He’s pretty sure he had something this morning before he headed out, though he can’t recall what.

“Chinese is on the way,” Alex says, “So let’s get this meeting on the go before the dumplings arrive.”

Luke shoots Alex a grateful look, and calls the meeting to order.

Music? Check.

~

Valentine’s Day broke clear and sunny, a tiny chill in the air, and Luke found himself awake as the sky turned a brilliant blue. He glanced down to where Julie was sleeping on his chest, Reggie plastered to her back, face buried in her curls. He was sure the smile on his face was the dopiest thing, but who could blame him when he had two such gorgeous creatures in his arms?

He went through his checklist in his mind. The food was hidden in the fridge, along with a box of cupcakes from their favourite bakery. Red velvet for Reggie, Dulce de Leche for Julie, and peanut butter cup for him. The décor was in the garage, and he prayed that when Flynn popped by later she made the scene look tasteful and not like a Hallmark store threw up.

Initially he had planned to send Julie and Reggie to the spa so he could just do it himself, but they insisted he come with them. The spa wasn’t really his thing, but he knew they had lacked time together lately due to his planning, so he relented.

Plus Flynn had been offended that he hadn’t asked her to help when Alex told him that he and Willie were busy. She had a date that night with Carrie, but she was more than willing to do something special for Julie. Even if Luke did not tell her he was proposing, because he loved Flynn, but she was terrible at keeping secrets.

Frankly he’s surprised the few people who do know haven’t blabbed yet.

He tries to settle back down to sleep, but his busy mind won’t let him, and when his brain is active, his body is restless, and the last thing he wants is to wake either of his bed mates with his jittering, so he slowly eases Julie off him and slips out of bed. She grumbles in her sleep, but then Reggie tightens his hold and she settles back into peaceful slumber.

Luke smiles once more at the spectacular picture they make, wishing he had Reggie’s talent with a camera to capture this moment. Sure he could describe it with song, but sometimes a picture really was worth a thousand words. He tiptoes out of the room, bracing the door as it closes, giving a silent cheer as it doesn’t squeak as it’s prone to do on cold mornings.

He pads down to the kitchen, throwing on some toast and starting the kettle. He much prefers tea, but when it’s a little later he’ll start the coffee maker for Julie who thrives on caffeine. Reggie usually sticks to juice in the morning, but Luke might make him a hot chocolate just for a touch of indulgence.

He scribbles down a few notes as his tea steeps, the house full of notebooks for whenever inspiration strikes any of them. He can see Julie’s elegant scrawl on another page with lyrics that revolve around a glorious sunset. Reggie’s own spiky handwriting on another; his song a lilting ballad about the concept of home that shows real promise, even if Luke still doesn’t like country.

His own song is more disjointed thoughts than anything, swirling imagery about fire and passion, about rising from the ashes after burning. He��s not sure where it’s going-maybe nowhere, he’s got a dozen half-started thoughts and poems in every notebook, but it always feels better to get the words out than let them haunt his gray matter.

He takes a sip of tea, the sweetness of the honey mingling well with the spices of the chai. His toast is naught but crumbs, but he doesn’t seek out anything else, wanting to save the pastries Victoria threw in for when he can hear stirring upstairs. He debated doing breakfast in bed, but he doubted any of them want crumbs in their sheets if the night ends the way he hopes it does.

Hey, he has a romantic night planned, rings stashed away, why not end it tangled together in a primal dance of lust? Not that he thought they owed him sex or anything, but the three of them were rather fond of the act on a regular basis, and special occasions were almost always a given for a tumble in the sheets. He’d even splurged on a fresh bottle of lube and some condoms if they were in the mood to use them.

Luke kept scribbling, tea long gone, only cold dregs left and the words kept flowing. Then he heard a noise from upstairs-Julie he would bet, she’s the early riser of the three of them. He sets the coffee pot to start brewing, and tosses the croissants into the toaster oven. Soon the house smells of dark roast and buttery flaky goodness, sure to rouse Reggie, so Luke preps a mug with cocoa as Julie enters the kitchen.

“Morning mi vida,” she says, popping up on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek. Luke grins and turns her face, capturing her lips, the minty freshness of her breath mingling with his own spicy sweet one.

“Morning angel, sleep well?” he asks, getting the croissants from the oven as Julie doctors her coffee.

“Always do with you two,” Julie replies, and sighs as she takes her first gulp of bitter brew.

Luke is about to reply when a warm body slumps against his back, nose nuzzling his neck, toned arms winding around him. “Mornin’ babe, you’re up early.”

“Got lonely,” Reggie mumbles, his lips tickling Luke’s skin. “Plus I smelled food.”

“Get ‘em while they’re hot, and I’ll make you a cocoa,” Luke says, prying Reggie’s arms from around him though it feels like he’s trying to untangle from a particularly clingy octopi. Reggie perks up at the prospect of cocoa, and curls around Julie to try and steal her breakfast.

“Get your own cariño,” she says, but doesn’t push him away, merely offers him the plate as Luke puts the steaming milk into the bright orange mug, and then pours himself a glass of water to eat his pastry with. Their breakfast is a quiet affair; small talk and footsie as they eat. Julie looks over what he’s written so far and hums the notes, while Reggie tosses out a line for the bridge that works out a problem that had been bugging Luke. He gives Reggie a grateful, smacking kiss in thanks, making him grin wide and blinding.

Before too long they’re off to the spa, Luke leaving the spare key in the plant outside the door and texts Flynn to remember to leave it there when she’s done. The last thing he needs tonight is interruptions.

Flynn: No worries boy band, I got you. Anything for Jules and Cowboy.

Luke: You’re a good friend Flynnie

Flynn: I know. Now go get your spa on, and remember you owe me

Luke shakes his head with a smile, then rushes off to the truck where Reggie is beeping the horn playfully.

~

Luke just might be a spa guy now.

The massage had finally worked the kink from his neck, he felt scrubbed and refreshed, and supremely relaxed. They had been pampered for hours, fed a light lunch and they had even done Julie’s hair and make up.

Luke had even brought nicer outfits for them to wear after, shyly telling Julie and Reggie he had a plan for dinner. The surprise and love shining from them at that made the weeks of planning worth it. He slips into one of his few shirts with sleeves and nicer slacks, even fiddles with his hair so it’s less bird’s nest and more Patrick Swayze a la Dirty Dancing, can’t go wrong with a classic. Even if he’ll never admit to Alex that the movie he forced Luke to watch when they were ten turned into one of his favourites. He’s taking that secret to his grave.

He’s waiting outside the spa, leaning against the truck, trying not to fiddle with the bag of rings in his pocket when Reggie comes out. He’s unfairly pretty every day, but right now he’s downright devastating. The pants are tight and black, highlighting Reggie’s long legs and slim hips, but the top is what does Luke in; the burgundy shirt shot through with silver and open just enough that you could see Reggie’s flushed chest. He gives Luke a little twirl, which Luke laughs at, pulling him in for a kiss. “Gorgeous babe, as always.”

“You clean up pretty good yourself,” Reggie says, gripping his biceps through the white fabric. Smoothing his palms up and down Luke’s chest before cupping his jaw and kissing him once more.

They hear the door to the spa open, and turn to see Julie, a stunning vision approaching them. Her hair is braided into a crown encircling her head, a few curls floating by her temples. But it’s the dress; a flowy purple number that still clings to her curves, a little heart cut out right by her belly button, showing off the sparkling piercing that she had gotten as a twenty-first birthday present to herself, something that had driven both boys wild. She was also wearing those killer fuck me heels that Luke had fantasies about (Reggie too, they had discussed it at length one evening when they were together and Julie was out, but had yet to divulge the fantasy to her). Maybe tonight that would change.

“Well boys, will I do?” she asked, smile sultry and a touch predatory.

Reggie nodded frantically, and Luke could see him clenching his fists in an effort not to grasp Julie’s hips and pull her in. Luke was in a similar situation, so he reached over and took one of Reggie’s hands in his, offering the other to Julie. “Spectacular as always, boss. Now, let’s go home.”

“Home?” Julie questioned.

“I thought we had special plans?” Reggie added.

“We do, they’re just at home,” Luke admitted. “I wanted us to have a nice night without people peering at us or having to put on airs, is that okay?”

“That’s… really sweet actually,” Julie admitted.

“Who are you and what have you done with Luke?” Reggie joked.

Luke blushes, and ducks his head before lifting it once more to offer a bashful smile. “I know, I’m not the best at romance.”

“We know,” Julie says. “But we also know you love us.”

“Which is the important part,” Reggie adds.

“Yeah, but I-I wanted to make an effort for Valentine’s,” Luke explains. “Because you two are worth so much more than what I’ve given you so far, and I wanted to make sure that you did know how loved and treasured you are by me.”

Julie’s eyes started to water at that, and Reggie sniffled, but they were both smiling and Luke considered that a success, pulling them towards the truck, and turned on his sappy playlist on the way home, the three of them singing along loudly to every corny love song that Luke could find, even the country ones, just because Luke knew how much it would make them smile. Plus-he didn’t mind the genre when it was Julie and Reggie singing it.

His phone dinged with a text as they rounded the corner towards their block.

Flynn: Just left, room is set up, food is warmed, music is playing. Key is back where it belongs, I’m out to go on my date with Carrie. Remember I accept designer labels as thanks-I have a thing for McQueen if you’re feeling extra generous.

Luke had no clue who that was, ninety percent of his shirts were band tees and the rest of his wardrobe was high school leftovers or thrift store finds. He figured he’d have to do some Googling tomorrow and find out how much a McQueen piece cost-but maybe after he looked into how much weddings cost first. He sent Flynn back a thumbs up emoji and turned off his phone, not wanting any distractions.

Luke jumped out of the truck the second it was off, helping Julie, and then Reggie down from the cab, and rushing to snatch up the extra key before holding open the door. Julie gave him a curious smile while Reggie beamed, and then he heard their twin gasps as they took in the living room.

Flynn had outdone herself. Luke might really have to buy her some McQueen after all.

The coffee table had a simple red table cloth over it, with the two bouquets of flowers sitting in nice vases. The end tables and mantle had the fake candles flickering, and the stereo had soft music playing. The kitchen table was set, with the food dished out, still steaming, more candles and a vase with three red roses intertwined in the middle. Luke could see his guitar was sitting off to the side, and the cupcakes were on the counter for later.

Julie turned, looking at Luke. “You did all this?”

Luke rubbed the back of his neck. “I had a lot of help.”

“This-Luke this is almost too much,” Reggie said, leaning in to smell the sunflowers, their yellow hue reflected in the fake candle light, in the gold of Reggie’s freckles, in the simple necklace encircling Julie’s throat.

“You two are worth it,” Luke replied with a shrug. “Now, let’s eat.”

He pulled out their chairs, and poured them all some wine. None of them were big drinkers, but they occasionally split a bottle, so Luke figured this would be as good a time as any to open one. He lifted a glass, toasting them both before they all dug into the feast his mom and Victoria had prepared.

“Looks like I’ll have to thank tia later,” Julie said as she polished off her plate.

“And Emily,” Reggie added as he set down his fork. “I see those cupcakes, but I’m full, you think they’ll keep for a bit?”

“I’m sure they will,” Luke replied. “Besides, I have something I’ve been working on, so maybe I could play it for you first? Let our tummies settle?”

“Of course you wrote a song,” Julie said fondly, but cupped his jaw and leaned down to kiss him. “I bet it’s amazing.”

“They always are,” Reggie said, pulling her into his arms for a kiss before swooping in to kiss Luke as well. Luke grinned, and directed them to the couch, pulling out his acoustic.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, I love you.”

How do I love thee?

I could never count the ways

Because the reasons outnumber the stars

That shine in your eyes every day.

They say love is patient

They say love is kind

All I know is

I’m glad your love is mine.

I don’t know much about love

I’ll be the first to admit

But I think I do know

From the moment I saw you

You were it.

There’s some who don’t understand

How a love like ours could be

But their opinion doesn’t matter

The best things come in threes.

You are my compass

My true North guiding star

And no matter where we travel

My love is never far.

My heart beats for you

Every rhyme and melody I hear

Echoes your voices

Loud and oh so clear

So today I want to promise

My life, without fear.

They say love is patient

They say love is kind

All I know is

I’m glad your love is mine.

I don’t know much about love

I’ll be the first to admit

But I think I do know

From the moment I saw you

You were it.

You both were it.

Luke finally looks up from his guitar, and maybe his eyes are a little blurry, but neither of his partners are any better, so he figures he’s allowed to be a tad emotional. He kneels in front of the couch, wiping a tear from Julie’s cheek, squeezes Reggie’s hand, and gives a small chuckle.

“Guess that means you like it.”

“That was gorgeous Luke,” Reggie chokes out. "A winner for sure."

“Too bad though, because I never want you to share it with anyone but us,” Julie says.

“No, that’s just for you,” Luke says. “Even if it might be the best thing I’ve ever written.”

The three of them share a small laugh at that, and wipe away their tears. “Cupcake time?” Julie asks.

“Not yet,” Luke says. “I have one more surprise.”

“This one better not make me cry again,” Reggie threatens jokingly.

“No promises,” Luke says, and takes both of their hands in his. Takes a breath, and looks at them. Takes in their eyes; Reggie’s greyish green eyes that remind him of a springtime meadow, Julie’s deep brown, the warmest chocolate with a hint of gold. Their smiles, with the tiny adorable gap in Julie’s to Reggie’s crooked grin that inspired the first song he ever wrote for him.

God, Luke will never get over how beautiful they are, how lucky he is to have them. He squeezes their hands and tries desperately to remember the speech he had agonized over. Finally the words come, and he lets them pour forth.

“I love you,” he says. “I know sometimes I’m not the best at showing it, but I do. You two… from the moment we came together, my heart has been yours. I know we’ve had our ups and downs, trying to figure things out, but even after every hardship, every doubter, every bit of judgement, we’ve made it through. Because… because our love is stronger than all that. We can make it through anything, as long as we have each other.”

“We always do,” Reggie says, and Luke beams at him.

“We always will,” Julie adds, her free hand slipping into Reggie’s.

“Exactly,” Luke continues. “I meant it when I said you two were it for me. There’s no one else I’d rather write music with, or fight with, or suffer through terrible street dogs with.”

“Dios mio, no more street dogs,” Julie argues.

Luke chuckles. “Yes boss, no more street dogs. But… the point remains, that you two are the rest of my life. Even if we never sell another album or write another hit, no matter what, I want you by my side. You are the music of my life, and I want… to make that as official as I can.”

Luke lets go of them then, fishing the bag out of his pocket. A slow realization dawns on Julie’s face and she gasps. Reggie looks a little more confused until Luke dumps the contents into his own palm.

“Luke…” his voice is trembling, his eyes watery. “But you said…”

“I know,” Luke admits. “And I still don’t think we need some ceremony or piece of paper to validate us or our relationship. But I also don’t want to go another day without being engaged, and eventually married to you both. To call you my wife, my husband, to be your husband.”

“C-can we get married though?” Reggie asks.

“Maybe not legally,” Julie admits. “But… we can have a ceremony, say the words. We already have all the paperwork to be each other’s next of kin, we’re as married as we can be… just without the wedding.”

“I want the wedding,” Luke says. “I want you both to have the wedding. To wear the dress, to exchange the rings, to do the stupid thing where we try not to smash cake into each other’s faces. I want all that. Even if we don’t need it. Even if it’s only for us.”

“You still need to ask,” Julie says, extending her left hand.

“I’m fairly certain you know how we’ll answer,” Reggie grins.

Luke chuckles at that, and pulls up the engagement ring for Julie, who finally realizes what ring it is and gives a tiny sob as Luke positions it at her finger. “Whaddya say boss? Wanna get hitched?”

Julie rolls her eyes and lets out a wet laugh. “You absolute goober, yes of course.” The ring slides home, a perfect fit, and Julie sits there, admiring the diamond for a moment before turning her eyes towards Reggie.

Luke grins, and takes the slimmer wedding band. He knows Reggie won’t care that it once belonged to Julie’s abuela, heck, it probably will mean more as a family heirloom. He takes Reggie’s hand in his, ignoring how it’s shaking and looks at him. “Reggie… babe. Will you do me the utmost honour of putting up with me for the rest of your life?”

Reggie barks out a laugh, and nods, too overcome for words as Luke slides the ring down. It finds home at the base of Reggie’s finger, and Luke grins at how right it looks there.

“What about you?” Reggie finally asks, his voice a little rough, like the emotion is choking it.

Luke takes the third ring and offers it to them both. “You can do the honours.”

Julie and Reggie smile, putting the ring on him, and it looks just as good there as it did all those weeks ago when Ray gave it to him. He lets himself be pulled into kisses, silly little ones, deep lush passionate ones, and finally they pull away breathless, smiling too wide with swollen mouths.

“Cupcakes?” Luke proposes, and they both nod, devouring the treats and the rest of the wine as the music plays on. They dance for a bit, twirling and swaying together, no more words needed between them.

As the night gets later, Julie and Reggie start cleaning up from dinner as Luke turns off the candles, and lets them lead him up the stairs, hands clasped together, rings shining in the moonlight. He knows they’ll have to make an announcement tomorrow, start planning every little detail. But for now, Luke lets himself be pushed onto the bed, and thanks his lucky stars that this one time he totally won at romance.

Fiancés? Check.

Best Valentine’s Day ever?

Well Luke isn’t sure, but he knows that now he has a lifetime of them to find out.

[stanningjay]

Balance the Scales

A new original story, posting chapters weekly & free!

Cedric & Gideon are two dragon shifters locked in an epic battle of hook-up chicken. They both know they must search for their true fated mates, but somehow can't help returning to each other's arms (and beds). Then they meet Alex, a human barista who knows nothing of the world of shifters, who turns them both upside down.

Balance the Scales is a polyamorous, fated mates, dragon shifter story. The first chapter is here, and new chapters post on fridays! Teaser after the cut.

ao3 style tags: #eventual smut #medium burn #Porn with feelings #NSFW, #fated mates, #dragons, #lovers to idiots to dragons to lovers once again, #threesome, #polyamory, #anal sex, #blowjobs, #awkward first times, #coffeeshop meet-weird #aggressive use of kitchen tongs #marking #no ABO dynamic #non ABO shifters #original fiction #unprotected Sex #ot3

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Cedric

It happened like clockwork. Like my libido was on a fucking timer. When had I become so predictable? The snap of my briefcase rang out in my empty office, a satisfying thunk that felt like closing a chapter. Every time, I told myself it would be the last time.

And then, the ache in my gut would start. It would grow unbearable, and I’d find myself here. Sitting in my office after dark, long after I’d sent everyone home. Staring at my phone. Typing and deleting a dozen texts, all variations on a theme:

U up?

U Busy?

U free tonight?

I used the abbreviation for ‘you’ mostly to annoy Gideon. I texted instead of calling mostly to annoy Gideon. I did a lot of things to annoy Gideon.

Annoying him was safer, safer than letting myself really want him. Because, if I was going to be a slave to my urges, I wasn’t going to be miserable alone. I would dig my fingers into the lingering bruise of our semi-regular hookups so Gideon was just as full of self-loathing as I was.

I was pretty sure Gideon hated me.

I was pretty sure I needed Gideon to hate me, because the alternative was even more painful, because hate was at least something, something deep, fiery and primal.

And, we dragon shifters were nothing if not deep, fiery and primal.

The place between my shoulder blades itched, my human skin wearing thin and tight like an ill-fitting suit. I unbuttoned the collar of my shirt, as if that would help. The urge to shift always rose with my desire to see Gideon. At his place, I could wear the skin of my ancient fauna. I could stretch my wings, the bones in my jaw and skull expanding to accommodate fangs and horns and the armored plates that rand down my vertebrae. Gideon would shift, too. And in our dragon forms, we’d fight. Then we’d shift back, and we’d fuck. The sparring was foreplay, brutal and animalistic. One of these times, I always thought, Gideon and I really might kill each other.

It was the same every time, a constant, but goddamn it if it every time wasn’t the highlight of my life.

Gideon and I had met at a farmers’ market six years ago. A real bougie meet-cute right out of a gay hallmark movie. The small-town farmer and the big city executive. I’d been passing through town on the way to visit my parents, and I stopped to get a pressed juice and a pastry, and some flowers for my mother. And there was Gideon, standing at his little farm stand, haloed in an explosion of color, dozens of flower arrangements and elegant bouquets. He was huge and rugged. Scowling. Beautiful. Putting all the flowers to shame.

I approached with caution, because I could tell he saw me immediately for what I was, just as I recognized him. I looked into his icy blue eyes and saw the beast beneath.

For a several moments, we’d just stared at each other.

I bought some flowers. He gave me his card.

It took me three weeks to work up the courage to call him.

We met for a drink, despite the fact that we both knew we’d never work. It was just my luck—the only other ancient shifter in a hundred miles, and he wasn’t mine.

And I wasn’t his.

That was the thing with ancients. Our power came with a lot of rules, many of which didn’t have much bearing on modern life, except the first, and the biggest. Each shifter born with an ancient fauna only had one mate. A true mate.

It was something you just knew, deep in your bones, deep in your soul, when you saw them. It was an instant, undeniable attraction. Fate. Destiny. Blah blah blah. My parents could—and often did—wax endlessly poetic about the day they’d met. Their story was sweet enough to turn anyone into an instant diabetic

As hot and infuriating and toe-curling in the sack as Gideon was, he wasn’t mine. He wasn’t my destiny. I’d mostly given up on finding my true mate, and I imagined Gideon probably felt the same. We could never have that kind of soul-deep pair bond between us that would allow us to be truly complete. Truly settled. Whole.

But we could absolutely get together from time to time and fuck each other’s brains out. It took the edge off being so goddamn lonely. Kinda. With a resigned sigh, I looked down at the screen of my phone, brushing my thumb over it, like maybe I could feel my way to a better solution.

I hit send.

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[rush-the-stars]

i very distantly remember you asking for Idiosyncratic Ship-names for Trigun (not in those words, but thats what TV Tropes calls them. the ships where theyre labeled after words, instead of blending their names together (which the name-blending kind of ship-names TV Tropes says is called Portmanteau Ship-names)). im PRETTY SURE that Ask came from you but i cant find the Ask anymore, but, again, im?? pretty sure???? it was you?

anyway, if i recall correctly, you wanted an idea for Meryl × Vash × Wolfwood ship-name (that was idiosyncratic; as opposed to the Mashwood ship-name that is Portmanteau), and ive been wrestling with sharing mine for a while bc its a ship-name ive been using for my un-posted OC × those three, but it can be repurposed for your needs too. i should add that, for poly ships, i personally like to incorporate the number of people involved in the name. but the number 3 (as opposed to the original: 4) works in the ship-name i have. you can also ditch the number, if you want, im not your boss. or you can ditch this whole ship-name if you dont like it

but for Meryl × Vash × Wolfwood (× my OC) ive been using (DE4LOWERED) D3FLOWERED, or i guess just DEFLOWERED if you prefer no numbers

i guess you could keep the original number if you wanted to use Reader inside it tho

but yeah. that Ask has been on my brain for months now, re-popping up as i go "nah" and re-popping up again until i decided i could at least share what ive been using in private. again, you certainly dont have to use it. im not even wholly sure it was you since i cant find the Ask (but tumblr's search feature has always been garbage so im unsurprised i cannot find it)

if you were curious about some of my other idiosyncratic ship names for Trigun (to use or not use, im good either way) (tho, please note i dont use numbers for two-person ship names. so taking a triad (with my OC) into a duo (no OC) will not have a number like the above example of a quartet to trio does. you can feel free to incorporate Reader or your own OC to give the ship its triad-poly status again, i dont mind. regardless, im babbling)

My OC × Vashwood : BULL3T BOUQUET, or BULLET BOUQUET

My OC × Knives × Wolfwood: RINGING B3LL-FLOWER, or RINGING BELL-FLOWER (it's a pun on the media property, Ringing Bell, most famous for its 1978 movie by the same name)

i have a ship-name for every combo, but the duo ones (of OC × Canon) i dont feel like sharing at this moment because half the ship *is* my OC lol but my plot-notes feature my OC having a rose motif very often (for reasons that have plot relevance about her interests, i swear lol), which i leaned into heavily for the idiosyncratic ship-names overall theme since Trigun has that whole Plant element and whatnot anyway lmao rip (subtly is dead) but i hope (ASSUMING I AM REMEMBERING ACCURATELY THAT IT WAS YOU WHO ASKED FOR THIS LOL) this satiated your months-ago craving for Trigun Idiosyncratic Ship-names?? yeah. ill go excuse my multi-shipper ass now, have a lovely day lmao rip

-- Demx's 💗 Anon, or Heartfelt Anon, from way back (you dont gotta reserve the emoji for me here; id be shocked if you did, i just wanted to confirm i was me this time before someone potentially recognized me.. again lol)

first i want to say i am sorry for getting back to this so late! i have been very busy recently!!

it absolutely was me who was looking for idiosyncratic ship names!! i was from the age of fandom (or maybe the particular fandom??) that had quite a lot of them! specifically young justice in the mid 2010s? we had spitfire, museum heist, chalant, i think red cat? we had a ton! and i feel like i saw it in other fandoms for a bit too but it slowly died off!

i just loved how clever they were! i think i also remember at one point people also were rather poetic about ot3 names? i think i remember someone who used to tag their rey, finn, and poe ot3 content with “ot3: mosaics are just broken pieces” and that stuck with me too.

but i LOVE that you’ve shared your own poly ship names with your OC and so generously offered them up for what we know as mashwood right now!! i love the inclusion of the number too!! i feel like back in the day, id tag it like this “ot3: d3flowered” WHICH IS FUN!

i tried thinking of one for them along the same lines of the “museum heist” ot3 which was robin x wally x artemis from young justice…..which if you shortened their names would get robwallart…which then became museum heist! because of the play on the words their name formed, which looked and sounded like “robbing wall art”

so i was kinda trying to play with mashwood like that because their names together currently invoke like….a forest? marshy forest? couldn’t figure out something i liked but i did like the forest imagery, since their planet no longer has them and in ways, they represent a beacon of hope for the planet.

d3flowered is lovely though!!

also obsessed with your oc and other ship names too….thats SO fun. ringing bell-flower is really evocative. i love the thought you’ve put into this.

makes me want to come up with ship names for my reader ocs and these characters…..i feel like with wolfwood i at least have this reoccurring “hellcat” reader….

i do have one more closely tied to nai too…i so badly want to find the time to finish that fic.

but anyways thank you so much for all of this 💗 anon!!! it’s given me much to think about and honestly is so creative and fun!

i hope you’re doing well!! again, sorry for the late response to this!!

[damienthepious]

If it’s not too late for the writer ask list, 11-14? 26 and 28 for scattered specifically?

:D never too late i will always. ramble if given the lightest tap

11. If you could only write angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your life, which would it be? fffffffffffffffffffffff.......... IF i have the caveat of angst with a happy ending, maybe that? for flavor? but realistically......... fluff. fluff fluff. look at my discography. i wind up making them fall asleep together and wake up together and just be soft together nine times out of ten. i'm soft at heart, when it comes to writing.

12. Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to? .... i secretly really wanna fuck around with some modified hanahaki or some modified soulmate stuff. i DO NOT LIKE how either of them are GENERALLY done by fandom at large, but some of the modified versions i've seen......... they tempt me.....

13. Is there a trope you wouldn’t write if it was the last trope on earth? omegaverse. squicks me.

14. If you were stuck on a desert island with only two characters, which would you pick? as a chronic ot3 writer this is FUCKING CRUEL, THIS IS JUST FUCKING MALICIOUS. i will say fuckyou to this question and revert. Megamind and Roxanne :3c

26. Which part of [Scattered] was the hardest to write? The ending was a WHOLE big stressball to write, if only because i have...... so fucking rarely actually finished a longform fic before? there was so much pressure on it and i wanted it... i wanted it to FEEL right. I'm still not happy with the ending-ending of Reckoning, and i wanted Scattered to be... i wanted it to be satisfying, and i wanted it to land. i think it did, in the end, but i was so, so worried about it in the process.

28. In [Scattered], what is a happy, post-fic headcanon you have about [the bouquet]? Damien resigns from his knighthood fairly soon after the fic! he's already decided to and talked to Arum and Rilla by the Hopskip oneshot, and he's sent his Official Letter off to the queen by the Marc oneshot :Dc

[theskystealerthebookthief]

Second Citadel 3.07

RILLAAAAAAAAAAA

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HAHAHAHA-

That’s a turn!

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Arum agreed.... very fast.

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Awww, Arum calls Olala a hatchling!

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Marc’s already attached- I can’t-

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Rilla and Arum XD

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*snorts* ‘scales and arms all over’ she says

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I think Arum’s quite keen on teaching Olala stuff. I honestly didn’t expect it...

Well, no that’s not true, I expected some of it

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Oh, I missed listening the Keep dearly

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A man? Damien???

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It IS Damien

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That’s- That’s not very nice, Arum-

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Arum....? That’s hypocritical. Oi.

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Hmm, Damien burning Citadel letters. Fascinating.

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*snorts* Arum is snarky and bitter

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Oh, poor Arum. He misses Damien I think

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Arum can’t believe Olala’s half-monster

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Good Olala! Ask those questions!

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‘An arrangement’

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Oh dear. Oh poor Arum. They don’t have this thing sorted out very well yet

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‘Emotions are complicated’ Arum is that your big life lesson?

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Dear, this is going to be tough going for the ot3 bouquet, isn’t it?

I kinda hoped it would be, idk, a happily ever after kind of thing after the first season? But honestly, this is more realistic and something they definitely do need to address.

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Damien’s coming along! It’s practically a family field trip!

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*snorts* Rilla’s right, argument invalid, Arum.

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Awww, the Keep spoils young ones

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‘Nothing happened between us!’ Is that what angers you?

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Poor Rilla’s been acting as messenger between those two? On top of the experiment preparation? No wonder she’s at her wits end

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PIX!!! AND DAVID!!

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Oh! Everyone’s at Fort Terminus now I think.

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Experiment begins!

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Olala...?

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Huh, Damien suggesting it likes tragedy as opposed to love stories is a surprise

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What did you think showing a child a ghost would do, Arum?

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Human-monster harmony!

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Arum, Damien, don’t use Olala as your messenger for your lovers’ spat!

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Is this what you’re arguing about? If the war will end, if humans and monsters can live together?

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Oh no Rilla-

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Ah, racism and prejudice.

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*snorts* Rilla mocks Arum with the tktktktk!

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Lights in the sky...?

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Awww these three... Rilla... ;-;

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That was cruel! Bad lizard Arum!

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Oh no, Olala!

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The thing is hurting Olala again, oh dear

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Ah! The bridge is back!

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Climb the bridge?? The one that explodes?? Guys did you think this true is that better than scaling a cliff side-

[pigeonwithapen]

“Wake up, loves”

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This started as a scribble to cheer myself up and here we are how did I get here I should be asleep frick

Personal headcanon: Damien is the WORST cosleeper in the world. Arum has to serve as a buffer so he doesn’t squash Rilla in her sleep. It’s fine though because Damien basically becomes a clingy heat pack.

[minkowskii]

I can’t stop thinking about “answer me again now that I can do you no harm” like.....

[spinningstraw]

Last page of the graphic novelization for Battle at World’s End, pt.6!

I know this didn’t really capture the whole scene; I pared it down largely to action panels for the sake of my sanity.  Hope you guys liked it!

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[otakusapien]

Rilla spends weeks trying to figure out how to kiss the lizard and Damien just goes for it

[escapistcatontheinternet]

Lord Arum really be insisting Damien is just some human he’s going to DESTROY and then giving him the nickname honeysuckle in the same sentence? Really? Sweetie? 

[gh0sthoodie]

So obviously I listened to the first two Juno Steel seasons before moving on to Second Citadel and wow I’m liking it way more than I expected to like high fantasy about scalies