#this is just the start of what i have written so hoping that by posting this part i won't scrape it again lol

[checkeredflagggs]

Febuwhump Day 3: Pinned Down

pairings: gen

summary: a story about y/n, Redbull’s new second driver, told in non-sequential order

a/n: I love febuwhump and have participated before for other fandoms but this is a first for me — attempting to compete it via smau only. Hopefully I can write a complete story eventually and I will be posting it on its own masterlist in the correct order to read but it’ll be written based on the febuwhump prompt list! @febuwhump

a/n2: based on the 2024 year; sorry checo but you got replaced earlier!

y/n_rb

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y/n_rb: let’s do it babes! One last race before summer break!

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user1: getting a dose of Senioritis here?

↳y/n_rb: NO! In fact I’m counting down the days till I can get BACK into the car again and break hasn’t even started!

↳y/n_rb: and stop calling me old!!

maxverstappen1: Show them how it’s done!

↳y/n_rb: oh you know it!

redbullracing: get it girl!

↳y/n_rb: 🏆🏆🏆🏆 getting it!

↳y/n_rb: ^^^ all my trophies thank you

↳user2: yeah!!! Show them them at you’ve been getting it already!

↳y/n_rb: 👈🏻😎👉🏻

logansargeant: one last weekend before I get a break from seeing you? Thank you 🙏

↳y/n_rb: you’d think right?

↳logansargeant: …what do you mean?

↳y/n_rb: 🤭🤭🤭🤭

↳logansargeant: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??

↳user3: so slay of her to menace everyone liked by y/n_rb

fernandoalo_oficial: ¡Lo harás genial, chico! you'll do great, kid!

↳user4: isn’t it so nice seeing 2 rookies get along?

↳user5: there’s no way that old man is a rookie???

↳y/n_rb: YOU TAKE THAT BACK! HE’S A ROOKIE!

↳y/n_rb: Mr. Fernando sir of course. I’ll do you proud 🫡

↳fernandoalo_oficial: ¿Sabes que puedes llamarme solo Fernando? you know you can call me just Fernando?

↳y/n_rb: I don’t think you understand how much I can’t do that. Thanks 😊

↳user6: wait you speak Spanish? I just realized

↳y/n_rb: while you were busy goofing off, I studied the blade (Mr. Fernando)

↳user6: iconic actually

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f1: and that’s contact. y/n_rb was pinned down between the wall and lewishamilton who himself was boxed in by fernandoalo_oficial. This marks the end of the race for y/n_rb. No contact has been made from y/n_rb yet.

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user7: Jesus…

↳user8: I hope she’s ok. That crash was bad, bad

user9: it’s been almost 2 minutes and they still don’t have word from her…

↳user10: the marshals are booking it to her

↳user11: why did it take so long????? She slammed into that wall so hard

user12: air support has apparently been called for

↳user13: it’s that bad?

↳user12: her car is all over the track and she STILL hasn’t responded

↳user14: they’ve called the race for it

↳user15: good god finally

user16: this is either gonna be the best day of her life or the worst

↳user17: we don’t even know if she’s ok?

↳user16: she crashed with Lewis Hamilton and Fernando Alonso though

↳user17: …ok you might be on to something

↳user18: let’s be real — she’d probably comment something like “my fav threesome”

↳user16: 😂

↳user17: that does seem like her

user20: it’s been a couple of hours — is there still no word?

↳user21: logansargeant posted something. Apparently he’s at a hospital — I’m assuming it’s for her

logansargeant

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logansargeant: still no news but I’ve been told that’s a good thing?

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user22: keeping y/n_rb in our thoughts!

lewishamilton: where?

↳logansargeant: check the group chat — I’ve sent the location

↳lewishamilton: on my way

↳fernandoalo_oficial: mismo same

user23: thanks for the update Logan!

oscarpiastri: need anything before I come?

↳logansargeant: my bag?

↳oscarpiastri: 👍🏻. Food?

↳logansargeant: shockingly good here

francisca.cgomes: dis-moi — est-ce que mon amour va vraiment bien? tell me — is my love really ok?

↳logansargeant: as y/n would say — babe you’ll be the first person I text (when I finally can)

↳pierregasly: are you…are you helping y/n steal my girlfriend? (Merci de nous tenir au courant. Thanks for keeping us in the loop.)

↳logansargeant: (channeling y/n) our girlfriend Frenchie 🤝

↳francisca.cgomes: ma chérie…

↳pierregasly: 🙄🙄

charles_leclerc: leo is ready and waiting to give healing kisses when able too

↳logansargeant: careful there — she might try to steal your dog

↳pierregasly: she might try to steal your girlfriend too

↳charles_leclerc: …noted

↳alexandrasaintmleux: oh? 🤨

↳charles_leclerc: nothing to see here

maxverstappen1: Tell y/n_rb that Jimmy and Sassy (the #1 pets) are waiting for her back in Monaco 🇲🇨

↳charles_leclerc: Siri how do you say “you’re wrong” in Dutch?

↳maxverstappen1: Wouldn’t know — never been wrong before?

↳maxverstappen1: You can tell her in French though

↳user24: unconscious and still able to cause mischief…

↳user24: i think i wanna be here when i grow up!

↳maxverstappen1: No

↳charles_leclerc: non

↳pierregasly: un seul suffit

↳logansargeant: there are so many better role models out there

↳oscarpiastri: please don’t

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[fartsandprayers]

Dude here is the assignment I posted:

The creative work that I have chosen to give a mini TEDx talk today is the Horizon series video games. This is limited as of right now to 2 main games, Horizon Zero Dawn and Horizon Forbidden West with a third installation currently in production. Each game has an additional story that can be purchased and downloaded, Horizon Zero Dawn: Frozen Wilds and Horizon Forbidden West: Burning Shores. All 4 of these are connected in one plotline, each DLC being a segway into the next game (there is an additional VR game that has nothing to do with the plot, and also a Lego Adventures spin off that is quite fun, but again no additional plot). This is not a widespread media, so I need to dive deep for a minute to explain the series.

The Horizon series is an open world dystopian game that explores the western half of America 1,000 years in the future. The narrative is through the classic coming of age trope through 19-year-old Aloy, who is trying to find who her mother is. What starts off as a predictable story line comes screeching to a halt midway through the game and suddenly Aloy is the only hope for human life to continue on earth. The discoveries she makes turn her world upside down, almost literally, and in a race against the clock she gathers allies to fight a rouge AI who wants nothing more than humans wiped off the face of the planet.

And that’s just the first game. I won’t go on and on, I’ll probably be docked points if I do. But that gives you an idea as to what this is about.

I chose this work because since the first game released in 2017 I have been obsessed with this series. It had become a catalyst for me for so many things. I did my first advanced cosplay as Aloy, which made me learn new skills in order to make her outfit and bow. I’ve written and read so many fan works from this series, also seen a lot of fanart. I’ve joined communities, taken part in gifting fanfics, exchanged cosplay tips, made friends, all because of this series. And now I want to help create AI systems and video games inspired by this series, hence why I’m even here in the first place-to get my degree! How could I not choose it?

Aloy herself is an interesting character study. She is driven, brave, sarcastic, authentically herself and genuinely kind. We watch her experience several stages of grief and depths joy which adds to the complexity of her character.

I have over 800 hours clocked in with all 4 games total, yet there is something new each time I play. The world building of this game is incredible. I don’t think I’ll ever see it all. There is so much in the story that connects to the humanities, I could go on for hours. This work is definitely one for the books.

References

Guerrilla Games. (2017). Horizon Zero Dawn. [PlayStation 4]. Sony Interactive Entertainment.

Guerrilla Games. (2022). Horizon Forbidden West. [PlayStation 5]. Sony Interactive Entertainment.

Horizon Zero Dawn is the first game I've played where I feel like the main character is actually as interested in learning about the world as I am. Aloy reads the flavor text.

[theprettynosferatu]

State of The Blog, February 2025, or As I Type This

CW: Politics, general downer.

I promised myself I wouldn't write about this. Guess this post makes me a liar, aside from a humble kink-maker. I also promised myself I wouldn't complain, and that I won't do. Things are fine. Texts are being written. The smut is flowing, even if slowly- or less rapidly than either of us would like, dear reader.

Now... shit sure is fucked, huh? Not the most eloquent way of putting it, I know. But who has time for rhetoric these days? And I'm not even American! But I happen to know that a large portion of my little corner o'smut here hails from the USA. I have lived there myself. I have, perhaps, something of a romantic streak when it comes to what America could be. Sadly, it's not what it could be that we have to deal with.

Things are moving quickly. This is not by accident.

As I type this, the richest man in the world has gathered an unfathomable trove of data from the US government. Illegally, of course, but it appears such things no longer matter.

As I type this, information on gender and trans issues is being erased from government websites.

As I type this, self-ID is no longer a thing for my non-binary and transgender American friends, acquaintances and readers.

As I type this, ICE is raiding workplaces, schools, churches.

As I type this, someone has lost funding for life-changing research.

As I type this. the US is getting into a trade war on three fronts. All casualties in this war will be, as is always the case, the working people. On all sides.

The casualties of all these things will not be heralded. They will not the announced or published. They will be silent, in the form of people rationing medicine they need to live, getting sick from the cold and not being able to afford a doctor, perhaps choosing to not go on anymore in a world that seems to scream in their face that they don't matter, they are not wanted, they are Other.

You are shocked and traumatized because that's the point. To shock you into paralysis, so you won't have the bandwidth or time or energy to react- your reaction is what they fear.

I am nothing important. I make stuff to get people off. What right to I have to say anything to anyone who is really suffering? What the fuck can I do? Provide some escapism? Perhaps. It is useful, insofar as burning out on doomer shit helps absolutely no one. I'm nowhere near a front line, so to speak. Perhaps I'm being delusional thinking I am contributing something worth fuck all to people, but hey, I can do delusion. Or hope. It's hard to tell them apart sometimes.

I can't tell you to fight. I can't start preaching about the importance of community. I can't tell you what to do. It's not my place, and it's not my expertise. I'm not here to play armchair resistance, and neither are you. You are here for kink, and so kink I shall give you.

But I couldn't do the State of the Blog and let this go unremarked. As futile as it may be, as stupid as it sounds (and I am aware of the ass I'm making out of myself here), I just wanted you all to know you ARE wanted, you CAN handle this. Shit is bleak. But it won't be bleak forever, because YOU won't let it. The dawn is in your hands. And when you need a break and want to read smut, I'll be here.

Oh, and before I go, just in case anyone isn't clear:

Fuck off fascists.

Fuck off transphobes.

Fuck off xenophobes.

Fuck off racists.

Fuck off real sexists.

Life is not on your side, you absolute dogfuckers. It never has been, and it never will be.

[floralscented]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDAHLIA'S SWEET 23 !

my birthday is on a holiday this year & so i decided that i'm actually just going to celebrate forrrr the entire month! hehehe. in april, i will be posting a drabbie / one shot / fic update a day, all centric around jackles characters ( . . . but primarily, probably, soldier boy PLS. ) and i want to invite you to help guide it!

rules include :

must be jackles or a jackles character (and one i know) !

anyone can participate! you may send in a general idea for what you want me to write, or reserve a day and worry about the details of what you want written for a little later, without the stress of deciding now on the spot ! all reserved days are randomly chosen. unavailable days will be listed.

you don't have to have an april birthday to claim a day, but if you have an april birthday, please tell me !! you will get priority over that day being claimed <3 happy birthmonth to us !

don't request weird shit. i hope this went without saying but i am not a cnc / dubcon / w!ncest / anything along these lines safespace with my writing.

that being said, there's no limitations to what you could request except for the things above ! fluff, angst, smut, slowburn, enemies to lovers, familial, romantic, platonic, aus ⎯⎯ you name it !! go ham !!

i am starting the preparations and plannings for this now because a month long, daily ordeal is a lot !! and i wanna give myself as much room for success in this feat as possible <3

make a reservation ! bold are unavailable. 23/30 taken !

april 1 . april 2 . april 3 . april 4 . april 5 . april 6 . april 7 . april 8 . april 9 . april 10 . april 11 . april 12 . april 13 . april 14 . april 15 . april 16 . april 17 . april 18 . april 19 . april 20 (happy birthday to me!) . april 21 . april 22 . april 23 . april 24 . april 25 . april 26 . april 27 . april 28 . april 29 . april 30 .

& finally, thank you, if you decide to participate !! i love the thought of celebrating my birthday (month. LMFAO.) with everyone, and thought i could give back in the process! not that i won't accept birthday gifts in return HAHAHA.

[renlyslittlerose]

Hey my dudes, just a little update re: fics and fandom and where we stand~

I have not been writing a lot recently, or editing much. There's a lot going on in my life atm and things like fic writing have fallen to the wayside as I navigate these choppy waters.

I wish I could say things will calm down soon, but every time I think that they will I get smacked upside the head with a wrench. My dad starts his radiation treatment tomorrow, so I'll be focusing on him for the next two weeks. I also have another funeral to attend (getting sick of putting on what has become my Funeral Outfit), which I hope will be the last for a long, long while.

Once these things are seen to, I'm hoping to get to the collabs I promised (I'm still thinking of the fic I'm gonna write to go along with your beautiful art, @human-rocket , don't worry! And we're gonna create something amazing @paracosm-draw!). I'm also doing something for @palfriendpatine66 's amazing anti-Valentines Day fest (a return to the Moonlight universe is in order, I think!), and I have a smattering of oneshots I've written but haven't posted that I need to edit and post.

And after that? Who knows. I've plans to start working on my original novel again (it's been sitting neglected since 2022 😭), and I've got a trip to Japan in April to attend SWC, which I'm hoping will be the magic potion I need to get inspired again and feel invigorated and whole once more.

To those who still read my works, thank you so much. I'm sorry I've fallen back on my usual schedule of pumping stuff out. It's just not in me at the moment 😔 and to those who don't read but still follow me and support me in other ways- thank you 💕

[wlwsoccerfics]

Dangerous Gym Session(Arsenal WomenXRussoReader)

Warnings: diabetes Type 1, struggles with Body image, b*llying, mental health struggles, Google translate used.

Summary: you play for Arsenal just like your sister older sister Lessi.a Gym Session doesn't go as planned.

You were in the Gym, feeling lightheaded & your body was hurting. you realized that your blood sugar was dropping way too late.

So you quickly had two juice boxes. Hoping that it would do the trick. Spoiler alert, it didn't help! Which was why you were lying on the floor of the Gym right now. Trying to get through the pain. Cause you felt really sick. The other girls walked into the Gym , Kyra was the first one to notice you on the floor. "Less! Y/n needs help!" She answered and ran over to you. Alessia right behind her. Quickly followed by the rest of the Team.

"y/n?!cosa c'è che non va?(What's wrong?)" She asked you. You whimpered softly.

"sono basso(i am low)!" You told her. Leah helped you to sit up while Alessia held her phone against your sensor, which showed her how low your blood sugar was. She quickly handed you two more juice boxes from her own bag. She always had some in there for you. Some other Girls from the team were watching with worry written across their faces.

Norah who was entering the gym just now saw you on the floor and ran over. Norah was your teammate and secret girlfriend. Norah was a Goalkeeper for the team. She joined Arsenal two years ago.

"Babe! What's wrong?" She asked and kneeled down in front of you.

"i might have overworked myself without noticing how bad my blood sugar was!" You admitted. Then you looked at the Team and their surprised faces. You and Norah never told anyone about your relationship.

"did you just call y/n Babe?" Katie asked trying to wrap her head around this. You took Norahs Hand, squeezing it gently.

"i knew it." Kyra said, she always thought there was something going on between you and Norah.

"she did. we are together for two months now! It's still really new so we didn't tell anyone." You replied.

"okay we can go back to that relationship later. but what do you mean? Like when will you start listening to your body? Not checking your blood sugar and not listening to your Pump going Off? Like that's dangerous. So why didn't you Check?"Alessia wanted to know. You were biting down on your bottom lip.

"i am sorry! I was just so focused on working out!" You told her. Which was kind of true. but also not. There were some comments about your weight and performance and none of the ones that stuck in your head were anything but terrible. You may be an adult and 22 years old but that didn't mean you were doing well with bullying.

"Babe, what's going on?" Norah asked cause she knew that was not the entire truth. Everyone could tell that there was more to the story and Katie somehow had the brilliant idea to Check under your social Media Posts. Reading all the comments talking about how you have put on some weight and that's probably why you are not as fit as you used to be.

"i think i know!" Katie told the Team and handed Norah her Phone, to show her the comments. Katie looked pissed. So did Norah.

"y/n, those comments are bullshit. and you are a diabetic. Having fluctuations in your weight is part of it. That doesn't change the fact that you are an amazing Athlete and your performance on the field is amazing! Don't let them get to you!" Katie told you. Alessia frowned when she was shown the comments as well.

"this Is what happened? You know you depend on checking your blood sugar. Your life literally depends on that in fact!" Alessia wanted to know. You looked away. Because If your sister didn't look stressed before she sure did now. Stressed and sad. Norah squeezed your hand gently.

"Baby you are perfect the way you are! You are an amazing Athlete and the people who write stuff like that are just Jealous of your talent." Norah told you and the others agreed. A few nodded their head in agreement. Some even spoke up.

"Imagine you starting to feel that way while Lifting weights. That's so dangerous,y/n!" Beth told you.

You look at your teammates and then at your Sister. "I am sorry Guys! Deep down i know all of this. But sometimes These comments still get to me! I am already talking to the therapists about it! So they know!" You explained to them. Referring to the therapists that are part of the staff at Arsenal.

"it's good that you are talking to them about it! But all of us still gonna keep an extra eye on you. more then we already did before! Cause we really care about you!" Caitlin replied.

"that's fair!" You admitted.

"non spaventarmi più così!(don't scare me like that again)" Your sister said.

" non lo farò(i won't)." You replied. Giving her a small smile. She hugged you and you hugged her back while Norah checked with her Phone how your blood sugar was. Which thankfully was going back to normal.

Practice finally started when Reneé showed up and Leah had informed her what just happened so she also kept an extra eye on you.

You felt quite lucky that the team was there for you and cared so much about you! You could always count on them. Which did help with your feelings.

[conchcronch]

Forever my Liege

Summary: For years he’s stood by his side, what started as just another guard posting turned into a friendship, a partnership. The line became blurred long ago, but Jayce just happened to be the one to act on those desires.

Medieval AU

WC: 5405

A/N: I have NEVER written JayVik so I’m really hoping this isn’t a complete mess! I was inspired by this art by the insanely talented @shuploc !

“W-We can’t” the hushed words of apprehension from the prince were quickly silenced by the other’s mouth. The feeling of cool armor felt almost icy through the prince’s court attire. Despite his words of concern, he was returning the kiss just as greedily as his guard was. The larger man’s arm wrapped around his waist, taking the weight off his leg without thinking, pressing him against the wall of the empty hallway. “J-Jayce” Through the armor the soldier couldn’t feel the hand that was resting against his breastplate, that is, until the prince managed to press harder against it, making the man reluctantly pull his lips away. “Not here.” Something as simple of a command was driving him crazy, now that he had had a taste, everything had changed.

Jayce was panting, still holding the smaller man by the waist, eyes glued to the way Viktor’s lips glistened with their shared saliva. “You’re right.” With a heavy swallow he forced the answer out, he carefully let go of the man’s narrow waist, allowing the weight he had been holding to slowly and evenly be put back on the prince’s right leg. He didn’t miss the way his nose scrunched when the full weight was released, his grip on the cane tightening out of view. “I’m sorry” Jayce stood up straight, stepping away to leave a respectable distance between them. He watched as Viktor stepped away from the wall, walking around his guard and starting down the long hallway, the sound of his cane echoing off the barren stone walls.

Jayce kept a few steps behind him, watching as Viktor leaned more heavily on his cane with each step. Completely missing the way his tongue ran along his lower lip, savoring what little taste the guard had left there. “You’re limping more than usual.”

“It’s been a long day.” The sound of his own armor as he moved seemed almost deafening as they walked in stretched silence, he was desperate for some sort of conversation, but knowing full well the prince wasn’t one for meaningless chatter.

“I could- I could carry y-“

”Absolutely not!”

“Your satchel.” Viktor’s gait was thrown off by the leather bag he used to carry his numerous notes and books between his office and quarters, today however, it seemed especially heavy, likely burdened with even more notes from the court meeting he was forced to attend.

“Oh, y-yes that would be -“ He paused, allowing the bag to slide off his shoulder, not even having a chance to offer it before it was taken by the guard’s noticeably warm hand.

Jayce threw the bag over his shoulder was an ease Viktor never had. A strength that he always knew the larger man possessed but until a few moments ago had never gotten to witness first hand. The ease at which his full weight had been lifted, even for those far too brief breathes, he hadn’t felt that kind of relief in quite a few years.

“Did you think I was going to offer to carry you?” He could hear the smirk Jayce was fighting to smother. ”I’m not new.” Viktor looked down in an attempt to hide his smile, but like he had said, Jayce wasn’t new, he knew what would get a smile out of the prince.

When the prince turned down the dead end hallway of his bedroom, Jayce wanted to comment, wanted to point out that he didn’t remember the last time he had willingly chosen to go to his room before the wee hours of the morning, and even that took quite a bit of convincing from the guard. But he knew how hardheaded the man could be, so opted to swallow the words instead.

In the early days of his job, Viktor hadn’t allowed him past the threshold of his private quarters but as their bond grew, his boundaries began to dissolve. Almost every night, Jayce would follow Viktor into his bedroom, the door closed behind him as they would often discuss Viktor’s latest theories as he went about his nightly routines. Jayce had grown comfortable,content in the company of the prince, as had Viktor. Possibly too comfortable, hence the kiss.

Jayce sat the heavy bag on the desk that was piled high with papers, careful not to accidentally knock anything over. Viktor sat slowly on his bed, leaning his cane against the edge as he started untying his cape so he could begin pulling at the lacing that ran along the side of his vest.

As he pulled at the laces, tugging at the corseted pattern, Jayce couldn't help but stare longingly at those nimble, pale fingers. For the first time in what felt like weeks, his nails were free of grease from his lab, having been forced to attend a court council meeting instead of working away on his own. “Jayce,” The sound of his name in the accented voice startled his gaze up to meet Viktor’s. “You’re staring.”

“I- sorry” What was he supposed to say in this situation? He wanted to stare, wanted to help him undress, lay in bed beside him rather than stand at his post outside his door.

“Do you want to talk about what happened in the hallway?” The laces finally gave way, allowing Viktor to pull the vest over his head, leaving him in his loose fitting white shirt, the thin fabric cascading off his shoulders, making him seem wider then Jayce knew he was.

“If you want to.” Jayce tried to stand as tall and unwavering as he could, but the longer Viktor stared at him with those honey coloured eyes, the more he wanted to leave, take up his post outside the prince’s door and hide from the crushing rejection that he knew was bound to come.

“We don’t have to, if it makes you uncomfortable, but I would prefer if we could get the talk out of the way so we might repeat the event in privacy.” The tone in which Viktor spoke made Jayce almost miss the words he was saying. His voice was so procedural, similar to the tone he used when explaining his work and theories to the knight.

“It was a lapse in-“ There was a pause, Jayce could feel his heart pound behind his breast plate as the words the prince said finally sank in. “Wait,”

Viktor leaned forward, beginning to tug at the bindings of his brace so he could remove his trousers that were trapped beneath. The ease at which this man was able to move about his nightly routine after saying something as important as he just had would never make sense to Jayce, no matter how many years he had stood by his side.

“Sometimes I question how much of what I say really gets through your head.” His tone was light, as though Jayce could hear the smile that was obscured from him as he unbuckled the final section of his brace. As Viktor moved, trying to raise his right leg so he could slip the brace off, he sharply sucked in a breath, forcing Jayce from his racing thoughts and bringing him to the prince’s side.

“Can I-“ His words faded, knowing Viktor knew what he was asking for without need for a complete sentence. Viktor pulled his hands from his thigh, allowing the larger man to hold his calf carefully with one hand, using the other to guide the brace off of him. “It’s worse today” Jayce hadn’t fully intended to say those words out loud.

Jayce stood up, bringing the brace with him and placing it on the bench that sat at the bottom of the prince’s enormous bed. When he looked back to Viktor, he saw the man beginning to pull at the laces of his trousers, which evoked a stirring in his lower stomach that he could quickly name, but would rather ignore for the time being. “Is there anything else you need, V- my Liege?” He cleared his throat, resting a hand on the pommel of his sword, mentally reminding himself of their relationship, a relationship that had remained unchanged for years. Jayce was his guard, his protector. That was his job.

Despite that reminder, Jayce couldn't deny the way his heart broke a bit when he saw the momentary hurt in Viktor’s eyes before he was able to revert back to the emotionless mask he wears as they walk down the halls of the castle. “You’re leaving” it wasn't a question but a statement.

“You need to rest,” For the sake of avoiding seeing the hurt in Viktor’s eyes again, Jayce opted to drop the title, knowing it was never something the prince particularly liked and had been dropped very early on in their relationship.

”I’m fine.” The prince bit back, his gaze sharp, golden eyes boring into the knight’s armor as though it would actually do damage.

“Tell me what you want me to do.”

“I already told you.” Jayce met Viktor’s eyes again, his dark brows furrowed, nose scrunched slightly and lips parted. The front of his pants were undone, and his hands were balled on his thighs.

“Is it a good idea?” Jayce stepped closer to the bed, watching as Viktor leaned back, holding himself propped up with his hands, his gaze softening the moment he knew he was about to get exactly what he wanted. When Jayce was within reach, he saw the way Viktor pressed his hand to his chest plate, palm spread wide across the cool metal.

“I don’t remember you asking me that when you kissed me in the hallway where anyone could have seen us.” By the time the words were out of Viktor’s mouth, Jayce was already leaning down, their lips inches apart.

When their lips met for the second time that night, there was no room for hesitation, neither person was questioning if this was a good idea, they knew it probably wasn’t but that was no longer going to hold them back.

Jayce swallowed Viktor’s moans as the kiss quickly deepened. It didn’t take long before Viktor was tugging Jayce on top of him, laying back on his bed and encouraging the other man to join him.

“J-Jayce,” the prince pulled back from his guard’s lips, allowing his head to be cushioned by the plush bedding, his dark hair creating a halo against the navy duvet. “The armor, can you…can it come off?” His breathing was laboured, his lips a little pinker than normal. There was a beat of silence, it was clear that Jayce was weighing his options, but ultimately he stepped off the bed and began working the buckles of his chest plate, followed by his pauldrons. The way in which Jayce’s fingers moved from armor piece to armor piece was fascinating to Viktor, who was so enthralled that he jumped when the last piece of armor was dropped.

Viktor couldn’t remember if he had ever seen Jayce without any armor on before. Left only in a thin white shirt and dark brown trousers, Jayce appeared so much more human. Despite having not returned to his spot on top of Viktor, he could feel heat radiating from his guard. “This feels like a bad idea, Vik.” The prince sat up, cocking his head slightly to one side.

“You already said that.”

“N-no not this,” he gestured between the two of them. “I mean, I’m still on duty. What if something happens, what if you’re put in danger?”

“Then there would be no place safer for me then here with you.” Jayce would never get tired of listening to Viktor speak, every word that came from his thin lips were like a siren’s song to him. His words seem to completely melt the guard’s hesitation once again, the larger man wasting no more time resuming his spot on top of his prince.

Their lips slot together as though they were made for one another, hands finding purchase anywhere they could as their tongues began exploring the other’s mouth. Moans swallowed by one another before Jayce felt Viktor’s spindly hands on his chest, pushing him back enough to force their lips apart enough to speak. “Jayce-“ Hazel eyes met gold, foreheads pressed together as Jayce brought one hand up to cup Viktor’s angular cheek. “Could we-“ He squirmed underneath the larger man “Could we reposition, perhaps?” Jayce was on his feet before the words were even fully out of Viktor’s mouth.

Viktor was a bit slower to sit up, scooting himself back towards the pillows, taking a bit more care to straighten his leg that had been bent over the edge of the bed for a prolonged amount of time. As Jayce stood there, watching the smaller man get comfortable, his gaze averted to moving the pillow up higher to support his neck and head, the guard sheepishly adjusted himself, hoping the other man wouldn’t notice. And if Jayce hadn’t been so preoccupied about hiding his arousal, he may have noticed the way Viktor’s face pinked, his gaze having turned towards his guard at just the right moment to see exactly what Jayce hoped he hadn’t.

Unsure of what to say in this moment, worried whatever words he picked would be wrong, Viktor awkwardly cleared his throat, startling Jayce’s gaze to meet his before he climbed onto the bed. Instead of resuming the same position they had been in before, Jayce instead sat on Viktor’s left side, allowing his body to sink into the insanely plush bed and pillows. After taking a moment to appreciate that this bed may be the most comfortable thing he’s ever sat on, he turned to Viktor, noticing the way his golden eyes were moving up and down his form.

His big hand cupped his cheek again, drawing him in until their lips met again, Viktor’s body melting into Jayce’s. This new position allowed for the prince’s hands to roam along his guard’s body. Starting instinctually on his chest, balling the thin, loose fabric of his shirt in his hand before releasing it, his hand pressing against his firm pectoral, his heat radiating. His fingers moved along the muscle, noticing the way the other man would moan into the kiss as his hands got lower, feeling the way dense pectorals gave way to his stomach, which while still being covered in muscle had a bit more meat to it. His hand slipped underneath the fabric before he could really even give it a second thought.

He wasn’t surprised when his fingers brushed over a thin sheen of hair across his chest, his fingers running along the hills and valley that made up his private guard, trying his best to commit every part of him to memory. “D-do you want-“Jayce pulled back but smiled as Viktor chased his lips, allowing himself to get lulled into another kiss, this time shorter than before, pulling his lips back as he used the hand that was on the prince’s narrow waist to hold him back. “Do you want me to take this off?” Viktor’s golden eyes were searching Jayce’s face for something, anything to indicate there was even an ounce of hesitation, and Jayce was doing the exact same thing.

“Y-yes, that would- yes.” The larger man couldn’t smother the smile as he sat up and began pulling his shirt over his head, feeling Viktor’s eyes on him as he tossed the shirt over the side of the bed, returning to his side again.

Viktor’s hands were on him before Jayce could even get a word out. Hands running across his chest, thumbs swiping over his nipples while watching his expression intently. “Jayce” The prince purred, his lips moving against the other man’s not wanting to pull away and lose the contact. “Could I- I would like to be on top of you.” For the first time in their partnership, Jayce could actually hear the fluster in the prince’s voice, and when he pulled back it was plain to see how pink the man’s cheeks were.

”Y-yeah of course, but won’t that hurt your leg?”

“Jayce,” Viktor’s hand moved from the larger man’s chest, cupping the knight’s cheek. “I live with pain every moment of every day, it’s stopped me from doing countless things. But I don’t intend to let it get in the way of this.” Jayce moved both hands to the smaller man’s waist, picking him up with ease and moving him carefully to straddle his hips.

“If it hurts too much or you want me to move you, ju-“

”I’ll tell you.” Seeing Viktor on top of him was enough to make his cock throb, which due to the position change, they were both acutely aware of. Viktor held himself up with his two hands pressed against Jayce’s chest, his hips wiggling against his growing erection as he watched the knight’s eyelids begin to grow heavy with arousal, his lips parting as his breath turned into light pants. ”I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you speechless.” Viktor had always been conscious of how his voice affected the knight, but now more than ever he could feel how it affected him. The only sound Jayce was able to make was a mix between a whimper and a moan that got caught at the back of his throat. “I certainly never expected you would be so excitable.” The large hands that still supported the prince’s body clenched. “Have you imagined this before?” Another whimper as Jayce fought to keep his eyes open, caught between not wanting to take his eyes off the prince and the pleasure becoming overwhelming. “Is this what you think about when you go back to the gatehouse?”

“Gods” Even though Viktor knew that was confirmation enough, he so desperately wanted to hear the admission.

“Come now Jayce,” He leaned down so he could press his lips to the man’s breast. “I want to hear you say it.” Viktor’s lips moved up his chest towards his neck where he started to nip at his guard’s pulse point, breathing in the smell of sweat and the metal of his armor that stuck to his skin. “That’s an order, knight.”

“Damnit yes! Every night Viktor, I think of you every single ah every night.” His voice was strained as he fought back the moans that were trying to slip out between each word.

“What do you imagine?”

“Everything”

”I want details” As he waited rather impatiently, Viktor continued to nip at the man’s neck, sucking dark bruises closer to his shoulder, knowing his armor would cover it in the morning.

“You on me like this, you under me.”

“Mm and which do you prefer?” Viktor started to slowly rut against the guard, both of their erections sliding against one another through their layers of clothes.

“Vik” His tone was a mix of embarrassment and arousal, silently begging him to stop this line of questioning that was causing him to throb.

“I suppose you wouldn’t be able to answer that,” He nipped at Jayce’s Adam’s apple playfully. “Since you still have yet to see me under you.”

“Vik please!” Jayce had never acted this needy for anyone in his life, maybe it was the layers of clothing that was driving him crazy or the fact that he was already so close, but he was completely at the man’s whim.

“What do you need, Jayce?”

“Contact!” The word shot from his mouth as though he had been fighting against it for hours and it had finally won. The prince felt no need to answer him, opting instead to push himself back up into a seated position before reaching down to the tented trousers that had been sandwiched between their stomachs. The buttons separated easier than his own laces would, making the task of fishing his cock out much quicker.

The second his hand wrapped around Jayce’s cock the larger man moaned so loud you would have thought he finished. The feeling of a cock other than his own in his hand didn’t feel as foreign as the prince expected. And as he stroked it the way he would his own he noticed the way it throbbed in his hand, pre cum already beaded from the head. ”Is this what you wanted?” Viktor asked genuinely.

”Yes, you’re doing- Gods exactly like that!” Viktor swiped his thumb over the tip, dragging the pre cum down his shaft before running the pad of his thumb along his frenulum, noticing the way Jayce’s stomach tensed.

“Vik-“ Jayce clenched and unclenched his jaw as he tried to restrain himself enough to piece together a few coherent sentences. “C-can you- or I could-t-touch you“ Not quite the coherent sentence he had hoped for but he could tell by the way Viktor’s eyebrows raised and his lips pursed that the meaning had come across perfectly.

“I suppose you could, if you want.” Jayce relinquished his hold on the prince’s waist in order to push himself up the bed, moving so he was sitting up against the headboard so he was closer to his partner. His hands went to the sides of Viktor’s billowing shirt, grabbing the fabric in his hands but pausing when he noticed the way the prince’s eyes widened.

“Can I take this off?”

“N- it’s…you can.” The way he seemed conflicted made Jayce pause, giving him a few moments to search the man’s expression for some sort of hint as to the reason for his discomfort.

“It can stay on, Vik, there’s no pressure.”

“I have a brace…another brace.” Jayce stayed quiet, giving him the space to give him more information if he wanted. “It’s…I didn’t want it to bother you.”

“Have I ever given you any reason to think anything about you would bother me?” Jayce brought his hand to Viktor’s pinked cheek, running his thumb along his bottom lip as the prince shook his head. “You don’t have to take it off, but don’t keep it on for my account.” Viktor’s hand let go of Jayce’s cock, moving to the hem of his shirt and slowly raising it under he could pull his arms and head from the garment.

Jayce made a mental note to ask him about the brace, not its purpose but its creation. He could tell from the fine craftsmanship that the prince had made it himself, but he got the sense that if he let his eyes linger on it much longer it may make his partner self conscious.

Jayce moved his hands to the prince’s hips, feeling the straps of his brace as he ran his thumb over them. When hazel met gold again, something felt different. As though, much like Jayce shedding his armor, Viktor was laid bare in front of him. There was a vulnerability that the guard had never seen in those ore coloured eyes, and as though he needed more of a reason to protect the man on his lap, he knew this was going to awaken something inside of him.

Neither of them knew which one leaned in first, but when their lips met this kiss wasn’t like the others. It was slow and relaxed, giving their hands time to wander. Jayce’s cock still stood between them, pre cum sliding down his neglected shaft. Viktor’s body tensed slightly when he felt the large hands pull at the loosened laces of his trousers, forcing Jayce to break the kiss worried he had gone too far. “Is this okay?” Viktor’s eyes opened, his head pulling back slightly to nod before watching how Jayce’s tan and rugged hands pulled at the laces until they slipped from the eyes of his pants. “If you want me to stop, just say so.” With bated breath Viktor watched as Jayne reached into his pants, sucking in a breath when he felt the man’s warm hand wrap around his own erection.

Jayce’s hand felt so much different then his own. The warmth that encompassed his erection was unmatched, his hand was so much larger then his own, his grip tighter too. Neither of the men had soft hands by any means, but the knight’s were far rougher, calloused from years of training. As Jayce stroked his cock with a tight fist, Viktor was too overwhelmed to hold himself up anymore, slumping forward to rest his forehead against the larger man’s shoulder. His breathing turned shallow, the occasional moan slipping out.

For the briefest of moments Jayce’s grip was gone, almost causing Viktor to sit up and question what happened. That was until his grip returned, tighter then before and pressing something flush to his own cock. “Jayce what’re y-“ he moved his head enough to look down at their laps only to see Jayce’s hand encircling both of their cock, stroking them together.

“Is this- fuck- is this okay?” Viktor nodded against his shoulder, fighting the urge to close his eyes and get lost in the pleasure. It took all his self control to move his head from the guard’s shoulder to press their foreheads together. Both men’s mouths were open, their breaths intermingling as their eyes locked as much as they could with heavy lids. “I w-won’t last much- much longer, V.” Jayce’s voice was wavering, his hand speeding up to the point where the sound of his pre cum covered palm was squelching against their erection. “Are you- are you close?” Viktor nodded, his lips moving in the shape of a yes but the sound never came out.

Viktor was the first to finish, a breathy whine leaving his open mouth seconds before Jayce’s moans filled the room more than either man really understood, both their cum pooling on the knight’s stomach. As Jayce’s hand slowly kept stroking them, to the point of overstimulation making Viktor’s stomach tense and hips begin to pull back.

Neither man spoke as they pulled away, Jayce helped Viktor off his lap, taking extra care to help him lay back on his side of the bed with minimal pressure on his leg. Only leaving the prince’s side to grab a cloth to clean them both off as Viktor wiggled out of his trousers as he waited for his guard to return.

“Will you stay?” Viktor’s words seemed deafening after such a long stretch of silence.

“I’ll be just outside the door.” Jayce muttered as he finished sopping up the mixture of their mess from his lower stomach. The silence sat heavy between them, so much so that Jayce made no movement towards the pieces of his discarded armor that sat at the foot of the bed. “This is already risky enough, don’t you think?”

“It’s not like you’ll be far away from me if you stay.” Viktor stated matter of factly, allowing himself to sink into the plush pillows that covered the headboard. “Please?” Jayce’s resolve lasted all of two breaths before he was moving to grab his sword, returning to the bed and placing the weapon within arm’s reach as he sank into the mattress.

Jayce pulled the prince into his chest, feeling his stomach squeeze when the prince’s hands grabbed his face, pulling him down until their lips met again. It wasn’t long before Jayce was hunched over the prince, their lips moving together as though they had been together for decades. As the kiss deepened and hands began to wander once more, Jayce’s thigh found its way between the prince’s.

Soft knuckles met the heavy oak door of the bedroom, the sound seemed equvielent to a crash of thunder on a desolate night causing both men to freeze but their lips didn’t part, Viktor’s hands didn’t untangle from Jayce’s mussed locks and the knight made no move to pull his thigh from between the prince’s legs.

“Um Pr-Viktor?” Viktor relaxed slightly when he recognized the voice to be Sky, the daughter of a noble family who often joined her father when he came to council meetings. The prince had been warming up to her, something that was rarely done. She once asked what he was reading when she came to the castle grounds to pick up some documents and had stumbled upon the prince’s office by accident. She would ask about his latest projects, seeing as she was one of the few people that Viktor actually believed understood most of what he was talking about. “I was just d-dropping off that book you lent me,”

”You lent her a book?” Jayce whispered, parting their lips and meeting Viktor’s gaze as he fought back a moan when the guard’s lips pressed to his pulse point.

“I did.”

”Normally your guard would be outside your door, but I um, I checked your office and you weren’t there but a maid mentioned she saw you two heading towards your room so…Is everything okay?”

“Sky,” Viktor tried, but his voice cracked slightly, electing a snicker from the other man above him. ”You can-you can just leave it outside the door.”

“Are you okay? Where’s Sir Jayce?” Every word she spoke was dripping in concern and while the prince appreciated her worry, he was desperate to get her to leave so their night might continue the way he hoped it would.

“I’m fine, J-Jayce had to step away for a bit, but he’ll get the book when he’s back.” It was hard for Viktor to even piece that lie together as Jayce’s thigh pressed harder between his legs, making his head drop back against the pillows, puffing out a sigh when he heard Sky start to speak again.

“O-Okay, if you’re sure.” She stopped speaking but neither of them heard her footsteps. “Viktor?” Jayce pressed his leg even harder between his, forcing the prince to press his hand over his mouth to keep any unsavoury sounds from slipping out where Sky could hear.

“Yes Sky?” One of Jayce’s hands came up to tip Viktor’s head to one side, giving him more access to the Prince’s long pale neck so he could press increasingly sloppy kisses lower towards his chest. It was taking every ounce of self control Viktor possessed at this moment to swallow the sounds that were fighting to slip from his lips.

“Will I still see you tomorrow?” Jayce could feel the groan more than hear it, Viktor’s blunt nails digging into his muscled sides as the nips on his neck were becoming far too distracting.

“Y-yes of course” his voice was shaky at this point, and both men hoped that Sky wasn’t able to piece together what was happening behind the unlocked door.

“I’ll see you then, good night Viktor.” Viktor attempted to return the same sentiment but when he opened his mouth to speak, the only sound that left it was a wanton moan that thankfully was muffled by the back of his hand.

“Shall I go get your book?” His lips moved against Viktor’s neck, smiling against him when he felt the smaller man melt into the bed in relief, nodding.

When Jayce sat up, turning so his legs were dangling off the high bed he looked back at the Prince. His earth brown hair was tousled against the cream pillow case, his eyelids seemed heavier than normal and there was a light blush creeping from his cheeks down his neck. He had never looked so breathtaking. “Jayce,” the larger man would never get tired of hearing his name in that accented voice, now thick with want. “My book” as though he had forgotten the purpose of sitting up and was now reminded, he was on his feet clearing the distance between the bed and the bedroom door.

Without a thought in the world he wrenched the door open, stepping outside slightly and bending down to retrieve the tome. “Hurry up” the prince called from bed, causing Jayce to turn his head to look back at the man he had left behind, but before he could, he caught a small figure in his peripheral vision, stopping him dead in his tracks.

Whether it was in opportune timing that Sky happened to be walking by the mouth of the hallway at the exact moment Jayce was retrieving the book, shirtless, bed head and pants tented more than he wanted to admit, or if she had been waiting in hopes of seeing the prince, they couldn’t be sure. But when Jayce and Sky’s eyes met he hoped and prayed she wouldn’t utter a word about it.

[notforpenance]

Hey! This is for the askgame, because I’m sure that I’d love any recommendation from you :)

💖 a fic you recently read, loved and why!

💗 a fic you’ve reread again and again and why!

my tastes can be a little all over the place, so i hope some of these interest you C: i wanted to do one carcar and one lestappen for each but then i found like five lestappen fics i wanted to say so you get a few more than one.

💖 a fic you recently read, loved and why!

You'll Just Have to Remind Me by the_e_sea (t, carcar, memory loss) this fic is still in progress, but so far, I'm loving it. carlos has antiretrograde amnesia which means he wakes up every day thinking it is the same as the day before, and he keeps going to the convenience store every night where oscar works to buy dryer sheets. oscar begins to realize that there's something a little strange about the same guy buying dryer sheets every single night and engaging him in the exact same conversation each time. when i first started it i was a little confused as to how it could be carcar if carlos never remembers what has happened during his day but the dynamic is carried out so well and it feels really natural and lifelike. definitely recommend it, i'm excited to see more of this one.

blood chem by @sediciii (e, lestappen, vampire, roommates) i'm a sucker for vampire fics (pun intended). this one is probably my favorite i have ever read. it's a lestappen oneshot. max is a vampire, and charles is his all-too-willing-to-help roommate. max looks forward to charles coming back to the room so that he can feed, and charles looks forward to letting max feed for... other reasons. it's very sexy and a little soft, and i love the dynamic between the two of them

💗 a fic you’ve reread again and again and why!

purpose in you by @charlescoded (e, lestappen, arranged marriage, dune au) it's a lestappen dune au oneshot. if you know about dune, charles is a member of the benegesserit and max takes on like a feyd-rautha-type role, and they have an arranged marriage. it got posted right when i was watching the second dune movie for the first time, so it was perfect timing to hook me in. i wish there were more fics in dune au because i feel like that universe has a lot to offer. i cannot express enough how much i am absolutely obsessed with this piece. it is written at a level of writing quality i can only aspire to ever write in my lifetime. the whole piece is entirely enthralling. it is the second part of the series, but this is the one i always reread. the first part is breeding grounds

Ruckus by @tylersayscool (e, lestappen, dystopian battle royale) let me start by saying that everything I've read from this author is so good, i highly recommend checking her out if you haven't already. this one is my favorite, here's the description because i don't think i can do it justice. "The students are taken to a deserted island, fitted with explosive collars, and given random weapons. They are instructed to kill each other until only one survivor remains. If no one is killed within a set time period, the collars will detonate, killing everyone." this fic has such a chokehold on me that i literally was quoting sections in my journal and dissecting them in like essay length entries LOL. the writing is so high quality and the plot is so interesting and unique.

Open my mouth, on my knees (for you) by @lovelylotusf1 (e, carcar) a little less than a year ago i was scrolling through the second round of F1 Kinkmeme submissions looking for oneshots to read and i found this one. funfact: my one fic "you're too sweet for me" was originally supposed to be a lestappen fic and then i read this piece and i was like 'damn i wanna write carcar' and i switched it to that instead. this is a carcar oneshot. here's the description: "Oscar has to deal with the consequences of a drunken confession he sent to Carlos. He gets more than he bargained for." i keep coming back to it because it has such a special place in my heart.

okay i will stop rambling now! there are a few more i would've thrown in but this is already super long i feel like, so i hope some of these are fresh for you to enjoy C:

[silcoitus]

hi! I was wondering if you'd ever be open to writing a Silco fic including pup play or even just pet play? If not, I totally get it, and much love to your other works regarding kink ❤

I've never written anything with this and am not a part of this kink scene, so I hope I did it justice with my limited knowledge via reading wiki lmao (ngl most of the inspo from this came from my very real wish to bodyswap with my shiba Yoshi lmao that guy has it made. What's it like to not have a job or pay taxes?)

Because this is a request, I am posting the full text. In one month, it will be converted to an AO3 link, so read it here now while you still can!

Man's Best Friend

Masterlist | AO3 link

Rating: Mature

Tags: Silco x gn!reader; Established Relationship; Fluff; Domestic Fluff; Master/Pet; Pet Play; Puppy Play; Soft Silco; Collars

Word count: 1.2k

Beta: @pluviofleur

Curled up in the very center of the bed, you feel content. 

The sheets are plush, the mattress is soft, and the steady hum of activity outside the window is a lovely bit of white noise to accompany your nap. Arms curled underneath your head, you nuzzle your cheek against your forearm and let out a soft little happy sigh out your nose.

This is the life.

No worries. No responsibilities. A nice big bed all to yourself. What more could you ask for?

Well… some company wouldn't hurt.

Silco had left for The Last Drop a few hours ago and he wouldn't be back for a while. Sometimes, he'd stop by to check on you, but lately he's been too busy for a midday break.

You sigh again, this one a bit more forlorn than the last.

He'll come back. He always comes back.

You stretch your limbs out, your fingers and toes spreading as you tilt your head back, eyes closed as you savor the feeling of all your muscles pulling taut. Relaxing, you shimmy your hips and head a little before resuming your earlier position. The collar at your neck jingles as you do, a satisfying sound that perks up your ears, a reminder of who you belong to—who you're waiting for. 

You spend your day alternating sleeping positions, on occasion leaving your spot on the bed to lay on the couch instead. But you always find yourself back on the bed; it is, afterall, the most comfortable spot in Silco's home.

And it smells like him the most.

You're lying on your side, mouth hanging open and drool pooling on the sheets when you hear the front door open. Immediately, you're pulled out of your slumber and scramble to get off the bed. And when you hear Silco call your name from the hallway, you slam your shoulder into the doorframe with how quickly you move, hands and knees frantically thumping on the hardwood.

“There you are,” Silco says warmly, shutting the door and locking it behind him. 

You bound toward him as fast as you can, eyes wide with excitement and mouth hanging open, showing a peek of your tongue. When Silco crouches down to get to your level, you slam into him, almost knocking him backwards.

He laughs, good eye squeezing shut and hands coming up to protect his face as you start to lick any bit of his skin that you can reach: his jaw, his neck, his cheek. You can taste the makeup on his face and smell the cologne and nicotine in his clothes as you cover him in puppy kisses. But when you nip at his face—

“Ah!” Silco lets out a startled sound as he rises to his feet to put distance between you. 

He towers over you and you immediately retreat into yourself. 

“No,” he commands sternly. “No biting.”

You cast your eyes down, pulling your limbs close to your body as you practically sink into the floor. Looking everywhere but at him, you let out a small, pathetic whimper.

You hear him let out a sigh above you, but don't dare look up, continuing to grovel. 

He says your name, still serious, though a little softer. You turn your head away from him, pouting.

Finally, he chuckles.

“Oh, I can never stay mad at you, can I?”

He reaches his hand out and affectionately tousles your hair. Instantaneously, you light up, corners of your lips pulling into a smile as your hips wiggle back and forth. 

“Come on,” he says, walking toward the kitchen. “I need a drink.”

You pad along behind him, staying as close to him as his shadow. As he gets his glass and drink ready, he almost trips on you. He only has to look at you once for you to take the hint, relegating yourself to the small kitchen rug in front of the stove. 

You sit and wait until he gets settled, his tie discarded to the countertop and his vest draped over one of the chairs. As you continue to wait, you start to grow impatient, your hands stomping on the rug as small whimpers leave your throat. The need for his attention is so strong, but the need to be good for him is just as overwhelming. You wish he'd look at you, give you a kiss.

Silco is putting away his bottle when you shift your body, raising your hips to allow your knees to join your hands in their incessant stomping. Finally, he turns to you.

“What's that?” He sets his drink down on the kitchen table. “Do you want something?”

Your hips are wiggling furiously now the closer he gets to you, but you stay on the rug, knowing stepping off it would upset him.

“Mmm,” he hums in understanding. “Does someone want a kiss?”

You stomp harder and whimper louder.

He chuckles and it sends warmth to your chest.

“What's the word?”

You let out an eager bark, your entire body practically vibrating with how much of yourself you put into it. As soon as you do, you're rewarded with Silco’s smile, followed by him bending down. One hand cradles your right cheek as he brings his lips to your left one to plant an almost harsh kiss on it. He hums as he does it, pulling away quickly before peppering you with five more. The entire time, your eyes close and your butt wiggles, so overcome with love.

The kisses stop all too soon, but when he signals you to the living room with a tilt of his head, you jump to follow him, eager for the next part of your nightly routine.

You leap onto the couch before him, taking his usual spot by the end table. He shakes his head as he sets down his glass on a coaster before tucking both hands under you to shove you toward the center. Content to enjoy the ride, you allow him to push you until he's given himself enough space. And when finally he sits, you don't wait to rest your head and your hands on his lap, eyes staring up at him adoringly.

“What a day,” he sighs, reaching for his glass. “At least it's over now.”

Silco idly strokes the crown of your head with his free hand, long fingers combing through your hair and neatly trimmed nails dragging along your scalp. Your eyes flutter closed and your mouth falls open at that, the weight of you sagging heavily on him. He hums at your obvious display of approval before gliding his hand down your neck and toward your back. 

As he takes a sip of his drink, you feel him ease into the couch, allowing the worries of his day to slide off him. You shift in his lap, letting your cheek rest against his thigh. And as he continues to scratch your back in long, meandering strokes, you can feel sleep start to take you again.

It's always good to have him back home.

Soon, you start to drift off into a comfortable slumber, feeling warm and safe and happy. You hear Silco whisper above you, adoration in his voice.

“Good pup.”

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[gaymaramada]

Heyyy idk if ur req are open rn but I was wondering if u could do a rottmnt Leo x Reader who is somewhat Sorta famous on tik tok Or YouTube and maybe has like 1 mil followers or something and he sees edits of them on tik tok like how he would react? Plis and thank you I hope u have a good day/night :) ❤️

I’m assuming this is for Rise Leo since I’ve mainly written for that iteration so I hope that’s ok! :)

Leo X Internet Star Reader

The second he sees your face pop up in the middle of him mindlessly scrolling, he does the Leonardo DiCaprio meme like 😮🫵

You get a text from him with a link to an edit on TikTok followed by various other messages:

“HELLO????”

“WHAT ARE U DOING ON MY FYP”

“??????”

“I HAVE QUESTIONS”

He’s both a bit offended and a little embarrassed to have not known that you were a relatively known face online.

He plays it off by saying he just doesn't go online that often (a bold-faced lie).

He immediately follows all of your socials and turns notifications on for each one.

He likes and comments on every one of your posts.

He actually kicks his feet when you start pinning all of his comments, regardless of what they say.

You better believe he’ll take every opportunity to brag about how he’s dating a celebrity.

^ “Leo, I’m not that big—”

“Upupup— no need to act humble, babe. Now, what are your plans for this year’s Met Gala?”

[blondphobic]

in celebration of my 1st anniversary as a lads player, i’m sharing my ranking of the current love interests and some random thoughts on them, not that anybody asked or care about

1st place of course comes Rafayel, I wouldn’t be exaggerating saying he’s everything I like in a otome character, he’s SO charismatic, caring, funny, passionate, a switch (jeez who wrote that?), endearing and more, he caught my eye the moment I started playing the game, I adore his dynamic with mc, I’m very fond of flirty banter and they delivered.

he’s so complex and by coincidence I wrote this quite-long-but-not-as-long-as-the-original-draft post yesterday about how people simplify his character’s internal conflict and that he’s much MUCH more than most fans seems to give him credit, I didn’t even know today was gonna be my 1st anniversary, I found out because they sent me celebrative messages, I wrote that just because I fucking love Rafayel. I love you, Rafayel!

2nd place comes Xavier, I’ve been in a Xav phase recently, I can’t really say why because I actually don’t know, I’m just in a Xavier mood, I like his personality and his interactions with MC, he’s very tender, friendly and sweet, I really like that, the jealousy thing kinda activates my fight or flight but I chose to overlook it since he isn’t my main and another LIs gonna step into the 2nd place next month anyway.

3rd place is Zayne, I almost put him on 2nd because I really really like Zayne but it’s more in a “we’re besties” way, love his personality, he’s very kind and considerate, I unaronically think he’s really funny and he’s such a sweetheart with MC, ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ love this guy.

4th place’s Sylus, he was actually 2nd place for some months but somehow ended in 4th here, proving that except for Rafa, my ranking changes constantly, I really appreciate him tho, he’s a very charismatic character. like Zayne he just wouldn’t work for me at long term, he’s too daddy dom archetype for my personal taste, every time he calls MC “kitten” I get the ick.

5th place and surprising no one, comes Caleb for a bunch of reasons (but not the reasons people imagine I would have), not only he just got added to the game and we barely got time to grow attached to him yet but because being honest (and controversial), I find him kinda boring.

I’m not very fond of childhood friends to lovers so this end up influencing my opinion on him, I dislike how this trope relies on fake nostalgia over moments the characters shared together and forget the fact that I, the real person playing the game, wasn’t there and therefore have no emotional connection to this character. He always going “remember when you did that?” “remember how we use to do that?” no, I don’t.

Caleb was on scream for like 5 minutes then fucking exploded now he’s back acting psycho, Infold is giving me zero to none time to build any fondness for him so for me he’s just a rando who’s trying to kidnap me, I get he went through some brainwashing shit but since I don’t know him his betrayal just doesn’t hit like it suppose to hit. I didn’t felt betrayed, I felt disgusted.

also I can’t lie, overprotective men aren’t for me, even before being brainwashed Caleb was already too much for my liking, I already have enough people in my real life who think they know what is best for me more than I do, I don’t need this energy in my silly lil hot men game, if I wake up one day feeling like spending time with a man who’s overprotective to the point of being overbearing I can just hang out with my dad.

that being said I don’t hate him, my heart is forgiven when it come to characters if they’re well-written, Infold made a good job with all of them to this point so there still hope for Caleb, Sylus was lowkey a cunt in the beginning too and everyone seems to have forgotten by now

as a bonus, my expectations to the 6th LI: I want him to be related to Ever but I don’t want him to be a ceo because that would be very boring, there’s nothing sexy about making money by exploiting workers and Sylus kinda already fill the ceo archetype, I would prefer a guy who is/was a scientist working for Ever but he discovered things he didn’t suppose to discover and now wants to leave, something along those lines, we also need a sub character because the girlies who aren’t into the dom daddies are clearly in disadvantage, give us someone even more needy than Rafayel, give us a man who’s so pathetic. He having colored hair would be cool too.

also I want to propose we start referring to the LIs as “the lads” because refereeing to them as “LIs” sounds cold to me and calling them lads is goofy so it’s makes me laugh

[spotaus]

New Age AU (Obtaining Killer)

Hey guys! Through with a bot of stuff for the day and I have a sneaking suspicion that this stress headache will not leave me until I finish some projects for work, so I *may* be m.i.a. for a hot second until they stop.

In the meantime, I want to drop this! (Unedited, unrefined, raw off the slab style)

Andddd @ancha-aus and @papiliovolens ! Hello! (Mutzelputz if u see this, the tags weren't working for some reason, I apologize.)

Hope y'all enjoy!

Ccino had convinced him to leave the castle. After nearly a year had passed since his last true public appearance. Since he'd stolen the apple from his brother. Nine months had passed since he'd sent Dream away. He tried not to think about it.

Nightmare had been finding out a lot about his magic. How it made him jittery, and how he felt like he understood so much more. How it made him deeply paranoid, quick to react.

How it made people listen to him.

He figured it was because he was scary now. The negative magic condensed over every inch of his bone wasn't exactly appealing, and the extra limbs which had sprouted from his spine now acted like his own personal weapons. If someone didn't listen, didn't give him an answer he liked, the limbs moved without him even thinking.

It had taken time to learn to better control them. Even now, they writhed in his wake. His nerves expressed through their lashing and twitching as they hovered just above the ground.

The streets weren't exactly crowded.

Upon word of the King's arrival to this small providence, Nightmare had found that many people fled from his path. His travel party of several soldiers, and himself on horseback. He'd always wanted to ride horses. The traitor twin was someone that every citizen wished to avoid.

Ccino had coaxed him outside with promises of fresh air. Apparently there were promising young members of the city guard that Ccino swore would be wonderful future knights. Young warriors for him to bring up loyally under his name, no fear of betrayal.

It had made sense, at the time, but Nightmare hadn't chosen to recruit any of them.

It wasn't to say he didn't want to. Several of the humans and monsters were very talented, and he did his best to give them praise, but he could tell. None of them wanted to work under him. They didn't like him. Rejection and hatred that had pierced him immediately, he could practically taste it.

Ultimately, they would do better here in their hometown. A place they were passionate about protecting, and with people they cared for. Night would not try to mold promising soldiers into his perfect guard. No matter how smart of an idea it may have been.

And so he'd moved on.

Night had visited several smaller shops, onces which couldn't afford to refuse him, and he bought some fabrics, a trinket, some small thing from each place he stopped by. He payed exactly the price he needed for each thing. He wouldn't bribe his people, either. The best he could do would be to remain neutral.

He did discover, against all odds, that he was enjoying this day out. Ccino was, in fact, usually correct about this sort of thing.

The travel had been enriching. Almost exciting. He'd never gotten out of the castle much at all, this was all new and excitingly mundane.

Good things do not last forever.

It was almost sunset when he noticed it. Torches being set up, a platform prepared. A crowd gathering.

An execution, came the mutter from one of his soldiers. Though he recognized the set-up, Night had never been in attendance to an execution. He was morbidly curious. The crowd held such a contempt. A broiling hunger for blood.

He wished he'd wheeled his horse away when a few people were ushered out of a nearby building.

The prison, maybe?

There weren't many of them. Nightmare dismounted his steed, and much to the dismay of the soldiers at his side, he found himself sinking. Into the growing shadows cast by the dying sun.

He re-emerged beside the stage, where the few people were lined up. Ready for death by hanging.

That trick wasn't one that Nightmare quite understood yet, but he was always drawn to feelings of intense negativity. He knew that, now. Something about these prisoners were bothering him, even at a distance, and he found himself more curious as he stood before them.

His guards, at the back of the crowd, hadn't seemed to figure out where he had gone. He had the time, now, to loom over the small group of prisoners.

The city guards, the trained ones, had likely seen him earlier at their headquarters. They did not speak even a word against him as he stared.

Nightmare stared at these faces.

A dog monster, scrappy and scarred, black fur clashing against a few patches of white. One of her ears was missing.

A pair of humans, both men, one with long, curly red hair and another with short-cropped red hair and the beginnings of a beard. Maybe they were brothers?

A skeleton. His sockets dripped with black magic, and his soul was a piercing crimson, just infront of his chest.

A flame monster, small and stout. Their flames a flickering green and purple. One of their eyes had a patch over it.

Nightmare was not great at determining emotions yet. He was hardly versed in his own feelings, but there had been improvement recently. Understanding new emotions had been coming more naturally to him.

Sometimes it hurt, but he was learning.

Now, past the blossoms of a headache, he felt a bit baffled as he subconsciously picked through the negativity these monsters exuded. Their fear. Their pain. Their loss, and their anger.

Oh.

"Only one of you is guilty."

He'd said it without thinking, practically announcing it with a voice that still felt unnaturally deep. A voice which rattled his ribcage and seemed to force past the barrier of darkness around him.

The group before him seemed startled. Confused.

Well, all but the skeleton, who seemed to only raise his skull slightly. As though just noticing Nightmare was there.

"How could you have possibly been jailed in the first place?" He muttered a bit quieter to himself.

He knew, deep down, that there were many, many rules in place for situations like this. Laws which he could challenge. People he could speak to. He could appoint members of his court to each of these people and try to earn their innocence through the rites of the law.

Then again, he remembered the rage of the crowd. The frustration of the people waiting to see these killings take place.

He didn't know what to do.

Now the prisoners, especially the two humans, were staring at him hopefully. He'd managed to shatter the negativity a bit. He believed them. He knew this was wrong.

"I don't know..."

The mutter came again unprompted.

These people would not have the means to repay him for his help. He couldn't just waive fees, or risk his court turning against him. He couldn't afford enemies being made so close to his inner circle.

He couldn't just leave them, though. Not after he'd seen the injustice of it all.

Stuck in his own thoughts, he was drawn out of it by a snickering laugh.

"Just set them free." A voice followed, "You are our King, aren't you?"

Nightmare then found his eyes drawn to the skeleton.

The others had eased themselves away from him. He stood, now, almost alone. He seemed unbothered by speaking up, his sockets held in an almost lazy posture. Tension going completely un-held.

He grinned up as the King, and seemed to watch contentedly as the thought settled in Nightmare's skull.

He could do that. Simply waive their charges. Pardon them. He could do that, surely. Many royals had done it before him for less certain terms. His mother had plenty of times.

"And you are guilty. You'll still be hanged. You know this, don't you?" Nightmare asked.

That was when the Skeleton's lazy sockets seemed to tighten with a sort of glee. Some hidden joke Nightmare wasn't privy to.

"Hmm." This was a poor choice. This was a bad decision. "Tell me, quickly, how you came to be here. Before I proceed?"

Nightmare didn't know why he was asking. He was... curious. Just like he had always been.

Very few people would ever speak straight to his face. Ccino, that was the only one who'd done it since his change. Since the prophecy. This skeleton had done it. He'd spoken when no one else could muster even a plea.

The silence he seemed to bring to every room. Broken, just briefly.

The skeleton stared at him a moment.

"Name's Killer, your majesty." The tone was mocking. "A while back a buddy of mine got into hot water, and I decided to help them out. Now, plenty of bodies later, I'm the one stuck on death row."

Simple. An admission of guilt.

Nightmare stared at him some more.

Finally, it seemed his frantic guards had noticed him. Found him. They rushed to his side, though not as fast as he would've liked. He could feel the frustration seeping from each armored body around him.

"You don't have an aversion to it," Nightmare voiced, "Killing, I mean."

Killer nodded. Unashamed.

It felt strangely calm, still. Perhaps it was because the crowd was still chattering. They likely hadn't noticed Nightmare at all.

The king turned to the city guard, still stood on the steps. "Free these four people. My judgement decrees them as not-guilty."

And, before any time could pass in the slightest. "Killer, I would like you to accompany me, before you abscond."

He'd noticed it. Killer had undone his cuffs before their conversation. Completely freeing himself from his weak imprisonment.

Killer seemed amused at the concept of sticking around to chat.

"If you would, I would like to recruit your services at my castle. I need a man who is willing to kill. And kill swiftly." Ccino said to establish an image. It was obvious now that his reputation would remain in the gutter, no matter what choices he made. He was not Dream.

Killer's sockets narrowed.

"And what would I get for being your little hunting dog?" Again, it was bold. It was new.

Nightmare was sure his expression hadn't changed since he'd come before the group. That same angry glare that sat permanently along his skull. The magic had an image to project.

His tendrils flicked, slightly.

"Payment, room, Fresh meals, and any other amenities you may like, so long as it does not break our treasury." He replied, "All I ask is that you simply obey me. And Me alone."

Not true. He'd probably ask for him to listen to Ccino as well. Once he knew for certain he'd stay.

Killer seemed to be thinking. He eyed they king, up and down. He looked to each of the guard around the king. The ones who were back in position now, though Nightmare could feel their annoyance. Their confusion.

Then Killer turned.

Then he turned back.

"Mm. Can't be worse than the ol' noose." Killer replied. "Funny way to run a country, my king. Hiring the first murderer you spot?"

Nightmare didn't humor that with a response. He was honestly shocked the skeleton had even agreed.

Though, all of that negativity had been swapped out for a glee. Something deep in Killer had changed during their brief interaction. A hope. Night could barely grasp the edges of its existence with his subconscious. But it was there.

.

He ignored the crowds as they grew confused. He ignored the worry pouring from the criminals as he had them released and informed them of their pardon.

He did not ignore when his guards told someone to keep their distance. He glanced up. Killer was standing beyond the guards, looking bored.

Nightmare, trusting fool he was, didn't even ask a guard to watch him to ensure he stayed put.

"Stand down." He ordered the guard, who begrudgingly allowed the skeleton to smugly slip past.

His tendrils kept the monster at a distance Night preferred all on their own. He seemed to take the hint.

"They're all gonna be dead by morning, you know." Killer voiced easily.

Nightmare turned to him, confused. What did he mean by that? He'd pardoned them?

"Are you deaf? The crowd wanted us dead, especially me." He chuckled, "Leaving them here is definitely going to get them killed. If the crowd doesn't rip them apart the second you leave, then it'll happen at night. There will be no witnesses."

Oh... Night hadn't fathomed that these people could turn on the innocent once declared. It hadn't even crossed his mind. Did they have a home to return to? A family they put at risk?

The noose was a fast death, but being murdered? That would've been so much worse.

He could tell, by the way they evaded looking at Killer, that he was right. Nightmare would be sentencing them to a new sort of death if he did it like this.

But he didn't have time for a trial. Or several. The sun was going down, abd Ccino expected him back. The castle needed him present, or they might revolt.

Someone might hurt Ccino.

Oh, he was such a poor ruler. He did not know his people well enough. How he lamented the lessons Dream had taken about crowds and current issues abd how to be likeable.

Night didn't know how to handle this. He was still learning!

A trembled in his hand. He tucked the limb quickly away from where it had been lightly clutching his tunics thick fabric, now hiding it beneath his cloak.

"Killer is right. It won't be safe here, for any of you." He spoke. Thank the gods it didn't sound as shaken as he felt. "I extend an offer to you all. You may stay here, or you may come take up positions among my staff back at the castle. Unlike Killer, I do not expect any crime from you, but you will be paid and housed."

The offer was met with a roar of frustration from the crowd, Nightmare chose to allow his guards to handle it. He watched, carefully, as the four looked between eachother.

The brothers agreed first. (They introduced themselves as brothers as they knelt in thanks.) Then the Dog. She said she had no family left to watch over, starting a new life would be for the best.

The flame refused, saying they would leave town by morning, and try to stay safe.

And so, Nightmare left the town with four new party members. Each had been provided a horse, each tied to one of the guards. Aside from Killer, whose steed was held personally by Nightmare.

He figured Ccino would chew him out for this, for bringing criminals into the castle when he was sent to collect soldiers, but Nightmare had a good feeling about these ones.

They did not hate him. Or fear him. He was helping them. And it felt good.

[madbard]

Sanctity

A Killer Sans story.

Every child dreamed of the Angel.

When Sans was young, he had imagined it as a skeleton, beaming with all the radiance of the stolen sun. Each evening, he kneeled beside his father and whispered the poetic words of prophecy, voice faltering at first, then growing steady as the tale of the Angel settled firmly into his skull. Later, he would kneel with his brother while his father vanished into the lab. Each night, he dreamed of the moment when the Angel would tear down the barrier, at last letting the bright and deadly sunshine in.

Everything could be attributed to the Angel. If a monster was successful, it was because they had a place in the prophecy, an important role which would contribute to their eventual freedom. If a monster fell down, it was because they had failed, somehow. They were not the Angel’s chosen and would never be free.

(Did Sans have a place in that prophecy? If he was chosen, then why was he so fragile? Why would it be so difficult for him to make it to that future? Sans had asked his father that one night, after their prayer. Nothing would ever break that silence.)

When Gaster’s final experiment went up in flames, Sans imagined it made a light brighter than the sun. He imagined its light was like the palm of the Angel, taking his father with it – or casting him, finally, into the infinite darkness of the earth. He spread his father’s ashes on the remnants of the lab and then, as an afterthought, on his younger brother’s scarf. He laughed at the funeral, quietly. He shook the chill hands of fear and doubt from his soul. He had faith.

(Some monsters whispered that the prophecy had been interpreted incorrectly. They whispered that the Angel would indeed free them – that their dust would one day mix with the river and thus find its way to the ocean. Sans ignored them as best he could.)

When Sans was young, he had imagined the Angel as a skeleton. But lounging at his post one day in early adulthood, he was surprised to see it take the guise of a child. He was even more surprised when no one else seemed to see it for what it truly was. It turned to him, looked him in the eyes. Then raised a single finger to its lips.

Sans followed the Angel. He watched it navigate through each encounter with kindness and grace. He watched it befriend his brother, the captain of the guard, the royal scientist, and even the king. He watched it destroy the barrier and finally baptize his people in the all-destroying light of the sun. He felt its eyes upon him, and in that moment knew the gaze of something truly unlike himself. Come and see, those eyes said. He saw the prophecy come true.

He stood with his brother in the light of the Angel, the light of the long-awaited sun. For a moment, he thought himself in heaven.

Then he woke in hell.

That first time, he didn’t even see the Angel arrive in Snowdin. His eyelights flickered slowly as he wandered the icy streets in a daze. The air was still, and thick with a scent he refused to recognize. They had escaped, hadn’t they? After years of prayer and service, monsterkind was finally free. His mouth curved around a quiet, desperate prayer. This had to be a dream…

Just outside of Snowdin, he found his brother’s scarf.

Funny, how these things worked. Sans’ first impulse was to find the Angel. Something had gone wrong, certainly – something had gone terribly, terribly wrong. But he had seen the Angel treat his brother with kindness. It would have protected him… right?

Perhaps he already knew…

“Sans.”

Sans spun around, gripping Papyrus’ scarf. The Angel stood behind him, eyes almost as wide as its smile. A silver knife glinted in its grip. His whispered prayer froze as his eyes went dark. He stood still.

“what happened?”

“Nothing much. And everything.” The Angel stepped forward. “Give that to me.”

“where’s papyrus?”

“Free.” The Angel took another step forward, and Sans felt a chill creep up his spine. “You remember being free, don’t you?”

“i…”

“Don’t you want to be free again?” This time, Sans didn’t have time to respond. Its knife had already slashed through his chest.

The second time, Sans woke in the early hours of the morning. He took a shortcut into the woods, stepping onto the abandoned path which led to the hidden door. Even so, he didn’t quite understand. Even so, he didn’t quite believe. Fear made a nest in his ribcage.

This time, the Angel killed him first, separating his head from his shoulders, and Sans woke up back at home.

If a monster fell down, it was because they had failed, somehow. Sans fell again and again. Each time he died, the Angel would say something different, something new. It spoke of the sun’s rays, the way they warmed at first then burned and bleached and ruined. It spoke of the sins of the surface, the suffering of the Underground. It spoke of an endless loop, from which they would never be free. “Better to end it now,” the Angel whispered, wiping blood from its blade as Sans crumpled to the ground.

The loop continued endlessly. Bit by bit, Sans stopped praying.

The loop continued endlessly. He began to fight back.

The loop continued endlessly. The angel’s words changed.

“Do you know the difference between an angel and a god?” the Angel asked once, after Sans dodged its blade. Sweat dripped down his skull, and the air seemed to frost his ribcage as he gasped for breath.

“sorry. i god no idea.” The knife whistled past his ear, and a hushed “angel’s sake” escaped his mouth before he growled and swallowed the word.

“I’ll give you a hint.” It attacked once more, and this time it didn’t miss. It walked over to his dissolving form and whispered to him. “An angel is a servant. A god serves no one.” It stepped back. He died.

This time, the Angel approached him with an altogether different kind of smile.

“But what is a god without an angel?”

Sans said no in every way he could imagine. Loop after loop, death after death. He joked and danced around the question. He sent another attack. At his lowest, he pretended he hadn’t heard.

“Angels live forever.”

“when everyone else is dead?”

“Angels are never alone.”

“i wouldn’t be alone if it wasn’t for you.”

“Angels are powerful. They are beautiful and loved.”

“heh, that’s kind of a loaded comment, isn’t it?”

“Angels know their purpose.”

“what would a lazybones like me want with a purpose?”

“Gods are tireless. I can keep going forever, and nothing will ever change.”

“…”

“You were made to serve me.”

The funny thing about prayer? Repetition makes it meaningless. There is performance to it, certainly. There is what prayer symbolizes, there is the essential power of routine. But once the words become instinctive, the meaning can’t help but diminish. After enough repetition, prayer becomes little more than muscle memory for the weary. And when the weary recite it, how then can they hope to see God?

Sans kneeled in the hallway, bones aching, magic all but spent. Somewhere before this moment lay the memory of the sun, the way he had rested in its blinding light. Even before that, the echoes of evenings spent in prayer with his father, torn carpet barely cushioning his bones. Those memories were lost now, or buried. So many deaths – had there truly been anything before this? Could there ever be anything after? Sans didn’t know. Eventually, he no longer cared.

“and if i said yes?”

It paused and stared at him. A chuckle started low in its throat, stopped just behind its teeth. Sans wished he could feel a twinge of anger or fear at the sound. He just felt tired.

“Just for one round. Just to try something new.”

“somehow i don’t believe you.”

“Somehow, I don’t think that makes a difference.” The god stepped forward, knife glinting in its hand. Sans closed his eyes, waiting for the final blow. Instead, he felt the warm handle slide into his skeletal grip. “Go forth, my angel. Do as your god commands.”

There was a momentary darkness. He woke at the foot of his bed, hands folded. Eyes dark.

When Sans was young, he had imagined the Angel as a skeletal figure. After maturing, he discarded that image as a figment of childhood’s vivid ego. For a moment in time, doesn’t every child worship a god that looks like them?

Sans was not a god. Through the snow, the water and the flame, he became the angel of death. The flash of his knife answered prayers, scattered dust in the river that it may one day reach the ocean. He remained by his god, always. He watched, as if outside himself, as his knife found the faithful and the faithless alike. He watched his brother die.

“That prayer, in his final moments – you know, before he forgave and spared you. Didn’t you teach him that?”

“…”

“Aw, don’t be like that. It’s hypocritical when you’re the one that killed him.”

“shut up.”

“Ooh.” The god smiled and leaned forward. “But it’s new, isn’t it? Isn’t it better?”

“no. no, it isn’t.”

“Hm.” The god nodded. “Do it again.”

The funny thing about prayer? Its meaning is only found through repetition. Sans scoured through the Underground again and again, knife faltering at first, then growing steady as the path of the Angel settled firmly into his skull. He made a sacrament of death, and his god glutted itself on the dust in his path. He became something truly unlike himself – did that now make him holy?

Holy enough, he decided, waking among flowers with his soul burning bright outside his body, a strange tarry fluid dripping from his eyes. Holy enough for this.

It seemed to know what he was planning. At least, it didn’t look surprised when he brandished his weapon. Nor did it fight back. It only spoke. “You know, you were nothing before me. And you will be nothing after.”

How easy, to kill a god. In the end, how stupidly simple. The Angel laughed as he killed his god with its own gleaming knife, and it laughed too, bright blood staining its teeth.

“i killed you.” The Angel giggled. “does that make me god now?” The god lay still. Its chest had stopped moving a long time ago. The Angel finished his prayer anyway. He had to be certain. “actually, nah, not sure i like that… hey, i’ll figure it out.” The Angel rose to his feet, staggered a bit, then bowed his head. “go to hell.”

What is an angel without a god? From then on, the Angel drifted from world to world. He recited prayer as he always did, utterly divorced from meaning. His knife brought whatever his victims chose, and he learned to see the afterlife in their dimming eyes – the reflection of paradise or punishment, a final acknowledgment of the waiting dark. He laughed in the moment before a creature crumpled to dust – something about it made his soul sting, sharply. It made him feel alive.

Sometimes the Angel would glance over his shoulder, searching for his god’s approval. When he caught himself doing this, his posture would stiffen suddenly, and he would cease his prayer. In those rare moments, a victim might escape. In that way, news spread through the multiverse of his arrival – though ‘Angel’ was not the word they used.

Even to the multiverse’s darkest corners, the Angel slowly became known, and this filled certain people with a cool excitement. Gods watched on and wondered where his allegiance might fall. But this Angel had little patience for deities.

“Aren’t you just fantastic!” The Angel paused, then straightened, turning through the snow of decimated universe to face a small, skeletal figure, dressed in a stained scarf and splattered with ink. “A Sans who no longer believes in anything, but still sees himself as the Angel! A Sans for whom death has become prayer, because prayer never led to anything but death. Odd, definitely – I’d guess your creator was feeling pretty ambitious when they made you…” The skeleton tilted their head. “I’m not sure they succeeded.”

“who are you?”

“Ink! God of Creation. You see, I helped make this universe, so… whoa there, let’s not be too hasty!’ The Angel had raised his knife and taken a smooth step forward.

“god, you say?”

“Hm. Maybe I shouldn’t have said – wow, you’re quick!” Ink swung a massive brush through the air and the Angel’s knife skittered across the brushstroke’s obsidian surface. “Look, sloppy or not I think you came from a place of real excitement and love! I’d like to –”

Ink never finished his sentence. Blinking, the Angel darted around the obsidian shield and raised his knife to stab this god in the chest. He managed to spill a vial of red paint, so much like blood that he smirked, believing for a moment that he had already won. Retribution was brutal and swift.

The Angel no longer felt fear. His god had cured him of that, through the endless resets. Still, Ink’s rapid-fire attacks quickly had him on the defensive, constantly dodging and side-stepping to avoid strike after inky dark strike from the god’s strange weapon. Each time he brandished his knife, he was ambushed by a new attack from a new direction, all coinciding on his form as he struggled to fight back, struggled to survive.

Was this the true power of a god? Something cold settled in the Angel’s soul, causing it to fizzle. He began to seriously consider retreat.

But to where?

The Angel tried to step into another world, but Ink was on him the moment his portal closed, taking advantage of the snow’s blinding afterimage to dig a painted blade into his back. It was dark here, and cold – far colder than Snowdin ever had been. Another blow, and the Angel’s soul shuddered again. This time, he felt fear.

Was this it? Was this where he died?

Another blow.

Perhaps this was right. Perhaps this was what he deserved…

Another blow and sparks flew from his soul, igniting terror and pain. This time the Angel screamed. This time, his mouth shaped a word he’d sworn to never say again.

“ANGEL!!!”

Ink lunged forward, but before his final blow could land something warm and strong gripped the Angel’s ankle and dragged him into the infinite darkness of the earth.

When the Angel woke, he imagined for a moment that he was dead. His sockets could not focus because there was nothing to focus on – the world seemed to have vanished into a brilliant white expanse. He lay there, soul burning, weeping black, emotionless tears. A minute? A year? If the figure hadn’t spoken, the Angel might have lain there forever.

“Greetings, little angel. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

The Angel leapt to his feet. Across from him stood a strange, dark figure. At first, he might have guessed that it was a skeleton – but a tarry black fluid not unlike the Angel’s tears covered every bit of the monster’s body, leaving only a single teal light to stare into his sockets. The Angel might not have recognized Ink’s power, but he could feel this monster’s strength – could feel it in the way the very air seemed to bristle against his presence. This was no mortal. This was beyond anything the Angel had seen.

“what have you heard?”

“In general? Ah, little one, that would require some time.” A fluid black tentacle slipped from the creature’s spine and wrapped around the Angel’s shoulders, immobilizing him. The Angel was still. “But you were asking what I had heard about you. So I will oblige. I have heard that you are a harbinger of death. Some have gone so far as to call you an angel, but I know better than that. After all, what is an angel without a god?”

“i already killed my god. i don’t need another.”

“I do not desire your worship. Besides, there is a title which suits me far better than god.”

“what do you want?”

“A fighter. Someone with little respect for the likes of Dream and Ink, who would aid me in destroying my enemies.”

“you want me to kill gods for you? i would do that anyway.”

“Well then, little god-killer. I have a place for you, if you’ll take it.”

“…and if i say no?”

“Then I shall leave you in the first universe that opens up beneath our feet. You will be free to cause whatever destruction you wish. But if you choose to follow me – oh, you will see and experience far greater things than you could ever imagine.”

“somehow i don’t believe you.”

“Very well. You may return to your dreary existence. But you are limited when you fight alone. You will be more powerful at my side.” The figure extended a tarry hand. “I am not like the other gods. I have no need for angels. But you aren’t exactly an angel anymore… are you?”

The god killer stared at the dark figure, stared at his extended, toxic hand. The dead grass beneath his knees felt like torn carpet. He remembered a different hand, a hollow palm. Prayer was simpler then. The words didn’t yet matter, not like his father’s cool hand on his skull, not like his brother’s chirping voice. The angel wasn’t present in that space. It was only them.

His soul flickered.

“no.” Killer rose to his feet, meeting those deadly teal eyelights. Viscous black fluid burned into his hand. “i’m not.”

The prophecy was fulfilled. The Angel was dead. And for the first time, a prayer was granted.

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finally finished all of one character's entire quests/optional dialogue/questions/etc.... 100,000 words... .... aughhh

[ratatatastic]

do you write fic on ao3?

unfortunately for everyone involved i do!

[lord-squiggletits]

Speaking of Tyrest. A lot of people forget that he treated Pharma with absolute disdain, not only using him as a test subject for a clearly painful mass murder machine, but talking to Pharma like he saw him as nothing but some henchman to order around that was nothing more than a 'diseased cripple' if Tyrest hadn't come to rescue him.

Like it really is an interesting background dynamic with some curious implications, but when you look at fandom posts from around that issue/the years after, for some reason people just saw "Pharma worked with Tyrest" and concluded Pharma is a card carrying bigot ksjfnskxkd. Like yeah Pharma didn't do anything to stop Tyrest but it seems his main beef with the Autobots was with Ratchet in particular and maybe a general disdain for his ex-comrades. As well as continuing to hate Decepticons which like, not even the "good Autobots" are immune to (even in Pharma's introduction, First Aid says in his journal something like "yeah we all hate Decepticons, but Pharma REALLY hates them"). And despite what fandom likes to construe there's really no evidence in IDW1 that Autobots and Decepticons are different "races" or "types" of Cybertronians, so Pharma hating Decepticons really isn't a bigotry/robot racism thing. And instead probably has something to do with, idk, the 4 million year long galaxy-spanning blood feud war, or maybe being blackmailed and tortured into insanity by the Biggest and Most Decepticon-y of Decepticons.

Tyrest treated Pharma like trash, the other Decepticons working for Tyrest (how come no one ever brings that up btw) also hated him, so if anything it seems that Pharma was more of a rogue element only staying with Tyrest bc he was his best option and probably had no way to even escape.

I'm glad that at least in recent years the fandom has acquired a keen reading eye and good taste to finally recognize Pharma as the (accidentally) complex character he is instead of making him some posh, racist Starscream clone SHSJDGSGDH