#tot fic

[laciefuyu]

It takes almost a year to finish this fic, I hope everyone who still follows this fic enjoys it until the end <3

Life had always been unpredictable. Sometimes Artem couldn’t help but resent that. A few hours ago, Artem hadn’t expected to be in this situation. The storm came suddenly when he was about to leave his car, so he immediately fetched his umbrella and then made a run to a convenience store. He only meant to buy a hot coffee — since he couldn’t be irresponsible and drive while feeling sleepy, but now driving wasn’t an option anymore. Because his right cheek got hit by a double-side stand board from the nearby flower shop. AKA The fifth chapter with Artem. The last victim of rain. Something being thought over, a lunch, a storm, and a moment of clarity and ease. Warm that comes after the rain.

Last chapter with Artem focus! I hope you all enjoy the read!

[the-bird-and-the-flute]

Marius - Tears of Themis (ToT) - You Shall Be Mine!

Pairing: female reader x Marius

Warnings: angst, make out

Word count: 2438

A/N: okay, that was not the fic I was writing for marius bday, but let's all pretend it is. I honestly can't believe it took me 4 months to finish this ahaha

“Oh my, I’m so excited! My first art class with the one and only Marius von Hagen! I'll not lose this opportunity! He shall be mine!” you confidently say it to reassure yourself.

“Definitely! Keep your hopes high and you will get him! If Ms. Lauren said so, it will happen!”

“I hope so Amy. Because she did get it right that you were going to marry your now husband.”

“I know, right? She is indeed a great fortune teller.”

“What commotion is that over there? I think it’s close to my classroom. I’ll go check it out. See you later, Amy.”

“See ya!”

You head towards the commotion near your classroom to find out that this chaos was caused by Mr. von Hagen himself. Several women were screaming and some even fainted. All of them are your classmates by the way.

You were excited to finally get a chance to see in person the bachelor Ms. Lauren said it was going to belong to you, but, apparently, other women also had the same idea.

“I was so inspired to draw anything just to get a chance to talk to him, but look at this-”

With no other option, you go to class. At the end of it, Marius asked all the students to show him their drawings, and as expected, they were all in line fighting to see and interact with the youngest von Hagen first-hand.

It’s finally your turn to show your art, however, your excitement is no longer there, but you still put on your best smile in respect of Marius efforts to teach a bunch of noobies to draw something in only one class.

You briefly talk to Marius, he gives you a few suggestions to improve your art and after thanking him, you pack your stuff up to go home. While you are leaving Stellis University, you spot a few of your classmates chatting and approach them to ask their impressions about Marius and the reason why they decided to apply to his course.

Apparently, none of them was there because the fortune teller told them they would marry Marius. But, on the other hand, they told you that they recently saw an article in the most famous gossip magazine that a von Hagen expert affirmed that Marius wants to settle down for good, after years of being involved with several women.

The von Hagen youngest heir is no longer that young, but he still is the most eligible bachelor in Stellis. Some say that nowadays there are men at the age of 20 who are the new deal, but if those polls are indeed accurate, women still think that there is no one like 40-year-old Marius.

A week later, you are in his class, but, once more, there is no progress. It’s impossible to talk to Marius. You feel defeated and unable to come up with a plan B.

“I shouldn’t have trusted Ms. Lauren, but she hit the nail on the head when she specifically said who Amy was going to marry. I guess the seer just got lucky, although, at that time, Amy didn’t even know her now-future husband.”

“But you know what? I’ll talk to her again. Let’s see if she will have the courage to lie to me again after I tell her there are hundreds of women trying to seduce Marius.”

It’s still early, so you head to Ms. Lauren’s booth at Stellis Park for another appointment.

“Welcome, dear. It’s so nice to see you again. How is your friend Amy doing?”

“Thank you for having me. She is doing great. I suppose you know why I’m here, right?”

“Hehe, don’t tell me that you already gave up, sweety?”

“Did you read that article about Mr. von Hagen? Coincidentally, it was not long after I first came here.”

“I did not. What was it about?”

*sigh* “A supposedly von Hagen expert said he wants to get married for real."

"Oh, I see. Well, that's good news then! The cards don't lie."

"So you still believe he will be mine?”

“Of course, dear. I can see your souls are connected. But you seem dispirited. Be patient, okay?”

“Yeah…”

You left the appointment, but you’re still gloomy. You decide to buy an ice cream to cheer you up while you ponder on what to do from now on.

“I don’t think I should waste my time with Ms. Lauren. As I expected, she kept insisting I would marry a von Hagen. You know what? I’ll just focus on my art classes. It’s a lifetime opportunity for a Z fan like me.”

“Ohh… that’s actually an excellent idea. Focusing on your class, I mean.”

“Huh?”

You turn around to see Marius looking at you leaning on a nearby tree in the park.

“Shit… How much did you hear? Er… I mean… Nevermind. I�� I better get going. I have to work tomorrow, so… Bye, Mr. von Hagen!”

You walk as fast as you can without looking back, but something tells you that he is making fun of you while you helplessly try to run away from him.

Outside the park, you finally stop for a moment to breathe properly. There is no sign of Marius nearby, so you finally allow yourself to relax leaning on a wall.

It’s a lovely sunny Saturday, the park is crowded, probably hundreds of people coming and going, but your mind is elsewhere. It seems that the more you try to approach Marius, the more bad luck you get.

In the end, you just feel frustrated that you wasted your money AGAIN to see the fortune teller, who basically said the same damn thing. And to make things worse, now your professor is aware that you are a terrible student who is only there to try to hook up with him.

A moment of clarity comes to your mind, and you realize that although you were now planning to just take his classes with no ulterior reason, Marius may expel you from his class as he already knows you are just wasting his time.

“Fuck… How did I manage to ruin everything so fast? I’m probably the worst stalker Stellis has ever seen.”

“ But- Wait! I can fix this. I KNOW! I’ll find him, apologize, and ask him to replace me with another student. I just took two classes so I’m sure he can find another person willing to join in the remaining classes, right? At least, there is a chance he won’t think I’m a gold digger.”

Resolute, you go back to where he saw you. Your ice cream melted at this point, but you just don’t care and eat all of it to give you the extra boost you need to face him again.

Finally, Lady Luck smiled on you. Marius is still there. It seems he is alone, so you take the chance to approach him before you change your mind.

“Ahem… Mr. von Hagen… Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Oh… I didn’t think you’d come back. Don’t tell me that you are here to ask me out…” says the bachelor with a teasing smile.

“No! I’m so sorry about that. I just came to apologize for earlier and also well…”

After explaining your situation…

“I see… I don’t need your apology though. You know, what? I know how you can make up for what you have done.”

“What?”

“As you claim to like Z so much, you’ll help my assistant Vincent to organize the following exhibition we're planning. Then we'll be even as you took a place from someone who might actually come to study.”

One week later, instead of going to your class, you head to the exhibition’s location to help Vincent. This is your last day working with Marius' assistant. Since Monday, you have been visiting the location after work to help with what you could.

You had more fun there than you imagined. Having a chance to see so many captivating paintings and sculptures is only for a privileged few.

“And that’s the last one. I think I’m done here, Vincent.”

“Thank you so much, lady. Master Marius will be pleased to see everything is ready for tonight.”

“I hope so, I don’t wanna get in trouble again hahaha.”

“Hehe, don’t worry, you did a terrific job. By the way, here is the ticket for tonight.”

“Huh?”

“What? Is something wrong?”

“I didn’t… I was not expecting this, Vincent.”

“Huh? But that’s just a thank-you gift for your hard work. I thought you liked Master’s work.”

“O-Of course I do! It’s just that… I’m sorry, Vincent. I really can’t accept it. I hope you understand.”

“But… *sigh* Okay, lady. If you change your mind please let me know. You can still enter tonight without a ticket.”

“Thanks. Well, it’s time for me to go. It was a pleasure working with you, Vincent. Good luck.”

“Likewise.”

You nod to Vincent apologetically because deep inside you know you will not attend the event. You mentally thank Vincent for being so understanding. You haven’t seen Marius since he offered you this position to work with them to organize the event. It turned out that Marius even paid you to work there, even though he didn’t need to.

You take the money to treat yourself in a restaurant of your liking to chill. You have this sense of accomplishment and relief that you can close this Marius chapter in your life and move on from that crazy idea you’d marry him.

The following days would have passed by smoothly if it wasn’t for Mr. von Hagen's regular presence watching you leave work. The first time you saw him, you just couldn’t believe it. You had to look twice to make sure you were not seeing things. He was certainly looking at you inside of his car. That unmistakable seductive smile that probably all women in Stellis have seen at least once on TV or in person.

So many theories crossed your mind of why he was doing that, but you tried your best to ignore his presence. He never approached or got out of his car. Vincent also didn’t text you to ask for anything, so you were clueless at this point.

You tried to ignore him for a week, but it got to a point that you could no longer pretend he was not there, so you finally decided to question the man.

“Good night, Mr. von Hagen, may I know what’s the matter?”

“Oh, good night. What a coincidence, huh? I was just passing by. Do you work here by chance?”, he says playfully as if it was not a straight-up lie.

“Yeah, what a coincidence indeed. I do work here. Do you have a meeting with someone from my work?”

“Not really. But as we are already here, why don’t you come on in so we can chat a bit?”

Sighing, you enter his car. Marius laughs as if he was enjoying this whole thing. Before you can ask again what’s his problem, he shows you the fortune teller’s business card.

“What? How did you get this card?!”

“I think you are asking the wrong question here, missy. You should ask me what I was doing that day at the park. I was expecting you to figure it out, but apparently, you are too polite to ask anything about my personal life.”

“Well… after what I did it would be awkward to ask you that.”

“If you were curious enough we could be in a totally different situation now, missy.”

*sigh* “It can’t be helped. I’ll have to tell you. I also got an appointment with Ms. Lauren that day.”

“WHATTTT?! For real?”

“Why are you surprised?”

“Er… I don’t know, you don’t see the type of person who would pay for a fortune teller’s service.”

“Hehe, maybe you are right. The thing is, I was kinda bored walking at the park a few months ago and decided to give it a try just to see what she would tell me about my future.”

“I asked her about my love life and she had the audacity to tell me I would finally get married and that my future wife was one of her client' friend. Just like you that day, I didn’t take that seriously, but deep inside I wished she was right.”

“Surprisingly, not long after I talked to her, I saw you around here chatting with your friend when I was driving home, and you caught my attention. Since then, I’ve been watching you closely. The more I observed you, the more interested I got, to the point I decided to invest in OUR future. So I’ve been trying to lure you as you were so dense.”

“Don’t tell me…”

“Hahaha, that’s right, missy. I paid the fortune teller to tell you what I wanted. That day you saw me at the park I was going to thank her as she indeed brought you to me.”

“I was a bit concerned though when she told me you were discouraged to stalk me when you heard about that interview I gave and that most women in our class were there because of that. At the time, I was very frustrated about my personal life, so I said that to mock the interviewer. I have always lied about my private life to those journalists, so it never occurred to me this would shy you away from me.”

“As a von Hagen, I love to be challenged and I love to be surprised as well. So when I found out you went to her booth, I was soo excited to see if you were going to make a move.”

Unable to process what you just heard, you get in shock for a moment. Seeing you were not reacting, Marius makes his move, kissing your lips with no hesitation. Open-eyed, you look at him in disbelief, trying to mumble something, but he just keeps going and going until you finally give in to his charms.

Almost out of breath, the two of you stop for a second. There is no hint of embarrassment on you or Marius' faces. It felt so right that there was no regret. On the contrary, your eyes lock with his, giving him the answer he needed. He goes for it again. But, this time, you’re ready to enjoy every second of it, letting him touch you as he pleases. All the chagrin, desperation and bashfulness you felt in the past few weeks finally paid off. Marius von Hagen will indeed be yours.

[svartish]

sweet afternoon tea

surely i can beat writing block by just writing more. this one is directly inspired by the sweet afternoon tea and garden home day events combined into one fic. i know there was a lounge event before the garden one, but i decided to not address that project here. the dialogue from the very end is directly from the sweet afternoon tea event!

vyn centric. vyn grappling with the impending nxx found family. long; 3.2k words.

The NXX Headquarters garden has been, to put it simply, forgotten about. Vyn, at least, never cared much for it, never sparing it even a half of the consideration and devotion he put into his own garden back home. This indifference of sorts was how he always regarded the lackluster manor, and it had never been shaken until a more recent incident involving the pesky and infuriating yet reluctantly endearing team members he shared the building with. 

The headache began about a week ago with the arrival of young Marius von Hagen barreling into the meeting room, papers nearly spilling out from his arms and a ferocious twinkle in his violet eyes. His palms made an obnoxious smack noise as he slapped everything down against the table, grinning widely from ear to ear. Vyn could feel a headache blooming already, and he hadn’t even begun talking yet. Rosa came trailing in behind the purple menace, an eager smile on her face as she joined Marius where he stood. 

“Guys, listen up,” he began, waiting for the other three members to give him their attention. “I just had the best idea. The garden out back has a lot of free space, and we could turn it into a lounge or something. I’ve got some ideas here already.” 

He slid the papers to spread out around the table enough where each member could peer down at one of them and see what he was planning. Vyn would never admit it, but even his curiosity was piqued, and he looked over the rims of his glasses and the mug in his hand at the sketch covered paper. 

Most of the drawings were simple, though not lacking in artistic flair. The main inspiration was obviously creating enough space for each of them to have room to unwind alongside something enjoyable without forsaking the beauty a plant-filled garden can offer. Most of the differences between each design consisted of the layout of where objects like a table with five little seats or a small pond with fish would go. 

“Well…” Luke started.

“It’s not a bad idea,” Artem interjected quietly, holding one of the designs while comparing it to the others.

“Marius and I thought of it the other day,” Rosa piped up with a room-warming beam on her face. “We thought it would be a good team bonding activity, and could make this place feel a little more like home.”

“Does it need to feel like home?” Vyn and Artem asked together before glancing at the other.

Rosa seemed to falter for a second, but it didn’t last long as her shoulders straightened and her conviction grew. “It doesn’t need to feel like home, but it doesn’t need to feel like just another office either! It’s not good for you to spend your time in places like that! You of all people should know that, Dr. Richter!” She wagged her finger at him admonishingly, and he felt himself wither ever so slightly under her gaze. 

“You’re… right. My apologies,” he acquiesced, backing down from his stance ever so sheepishly. She was right, technically speaking, though he was still a bit wary of creating a more personal communal space with others to begin with. 

Marius grinned proudly as he reached out to tap the paper in the middle of the table. “This one’s my most recent design. It’s got enough space for everybody while still leaving plenty of room for all kinds of plants. It even makes use of that big tree already out there too.”

“It’s certainly doable…” Artem mumbled, his finger rubbing absentmindedly along his bottom lip as he thought. The slight twitch in his brow was enough to alert the others that he was already attempting to envision the most productive way to capitalize on what Marius created. 

Luke looked over the more recent design again before looking back toward Rosa, a soft smile lighting up his cheeks. “Yeah, I’ve really got no objections either. It actually kinda sounds like a good idea to me.”

Rosa clapped her hands in glee as she surveyed over the room again and shared an excited look with Marius. Her eyes only stopped when they landed on Vyn, who was still thinking quietly to himself where he sat. 

“What about you, Dr. Richter? What do you think about the idea?”

Vyn was silent for a moment, golden eyes glancing one last time at each of the sketches critically. He paused before sighing slightly, silver lashes fluttering over his eyes for a moment. 

“I have no objections either.” 

He felt a slight joyful lurch in his heart at the way Rosa’s grin got somehow even wider as she and Marius rejoiced, turning to give the other a double high-five. Even the other members who had no real stake in the matter seemed to smile a bit, looking relieved as if they had been holding their breath while awaiting his answer.

“Great! Okay, okay,” Marius spoke, turning back to look around at each of the members. “Miss and I will finalize the layout plans. Artem can start picking out furniture. We could even try to put something up on that upper deck above the garden if you find something good. Luke, you look for the tools we need to plant things or build the furniture. And Vyn can shop for the plants. Sound like a good idea?”

Everyone seemingly content in their roles, the team burst into enthusiastic chatter, attempting to flesh out some of the design ideas they’d need. Vyn alone stayed out of this discussion, merely observing from his seat and sipping quietly on his tea. The most notable thing was the excitement each and every member seemed to have, obviously entranced by the idea of working together to create something for them all to enjoy. The notion was a little foreign to him, as he hadn’t felt the desire to build something with another for a long, long time. He closed his eyes ever so softly with the most imperceptible shake of his head, a defeated action contradicting the unfamiliar warmth pooling behind his ribs. Only the mug of tea rising toward his lips was able to hear the affectionate scoff he let out.

A part of him he didn’t care to examine found himself more eager than he ever would have expected. While he left that previous meeting unenthusiastic about the idea (or at least, as he described it to himself), barely two days had passed before he found himself standing idly in one of the many rows of his usual gardening goods store. In one hand he carefully balanced a petunia starter while the other lifted to examine the tag on an impressive bonsai. He flipped the tag around a few times between his slender fingers as if considering buying it, but the decision was already made up in his mind. He sighed in resignation as he carefully let go of the little tag and turned to eye some of the spades and watering cans on a little shelf nearby. He knew Luke was in charge of the tools… but he couldn’t help the innocently eager feeling creeping up inside him to do more to help out.

He shook his head at himself as he took note of each of the plants he wanted to purchase. All of them together would never fit in his car, so he decided instead to have them delivered to the NXX manor on the day they agreed to begin working. He checked out only armed with small bags containing transferable starters he’d take home with him now and tend to until it was time to move them to proper soil. He resisted the urge to purchase new tools to dedicate solely to the NXX manor garden, but made up for this by buying more flowers than he had initially meant to get. 

Vyn, still trying to forcibly reenter the headspace in which he totally didn’t care about the project, had exited the store and started to slowly make his way toward his car, bags in hand, when he lifted his head and fatefully came eye to eye with the store across the street. The store, charmingly quaint compared to the urban scape Stellis boasted, caught his attention with the sight of high-quality looking appliances visible through the large glass window. He looked down at the bags in his arms and looked back across the street before slumping his shoulders in defeat and turning trail to peruse what this new store had to offer as well. 

Getting lost in a moment of shockingly, uncharacteristically lacking willpower, he wandered around the store aimlessly, merely taking in everything around him. Nothing was in poor quality, though the high prices were an obvious drawback. Not like that was an issue for him anyway. Before Vyn knew what he was thinking, he found himself picturing how each appliance would look lined up in the manor’s kitchen. His traitorous thoughts delved even deeper to resurface the memory of them all crowded around the kitchen attempting to form rice balls together. 

That silly endeavor had to be about, what, two months ago now? For whatever reason, Vyn found himself struggling to recall the more minute details he would have usually been able to picture in perfect crystal quality. He couldn’t remember who formed the best rice ball or the idiosyncratic manner of each member’s hands as they lovingly shaped each ball like he normally would have. Instead, the memories he was able to brush off instead were wracked with a scarily unfamiliar sense of… warmth. He could remember the way they had all smiled and laughed together. The way Luke’s lopsided smile bore only one dimple or how Artem’s cheeks bunched up joyfully like an old grandma’s when he laughed, truly laughed, for what felt like the first time around them. He could remember how Marius loudly boasted about his being the best but suddenly grew almost endearingly sheepish when everyone agreed and complimented his work. He could remember Rosa’s cheerful laugh filling the room, not left out in the slightest despite having to stand at a different table from the rest of them. And most of all, he could remember the sinking feeling in his chest when it finally grew time for everyone to leave that night. 

Silver eyebrows rested in a deep slant as he thought. His vision slowly grew unclouded from the memory as it faded back into his mind, his eyes slowly focusing on the stand mixer resting on the shelf in front of him. His lips were pinched unreadably into something more complex than a frown. The store was filled with loud chatter, yet he never felt so alone. Was this store always so cold?

A soft click of the tongue, unheard by another, marked the making up of his mind. Vyn turned away from the shelf, a new shopping list in mind, marked by oddly domestic tools like ovens and mixing bowls. He merely needed to stop by a qualified attendant to order the items for delivery. Pale fist clenched around the handles of his bags, he grew determined to chase that warmth he felt for even a moment more. 

Even if he had been ever so slightly eager in ordering new appliances last week, there was no going back now. All of the NXX investigation team had arrived, each clad in clothes suited to set up a cozy garden furnished to their desires. In a strange way he wasn’t at all used to, he felt something he unfortunately had to describe as embarrassment when he thought of sharing the news of the now more optimized kitchen, and bit back the confession like it was bile. He couldn’t understand why he would possibly feel embarrassed, as he thought he had nothing much to lose if the project failed anyway. 

To the young doctor’s chagrin, it wasn’t like he had much time to ponder anyway. He was quickly grabbed away by the others, Luke piling tools into his arm and asking for help holding the legs of the new table steady while he screwed them together. If he lifted his head a little, he could see Artem already clearing space on the upstairs patio, and Marius could be seen moving boxes (and something Vyn suspected was an easel) onto the wooden deck. He could hear Rosa humming behind him as she arranged the plants, all still comfortably in their starters, into whatever order she found most aesthetically pleasing. The courtyard was, for the first time, rife with the energy and camaraderie of others.

Whether or not he was a fan of manual labor didn’t seem to matter today. Vyn didn’t find himself dredging through the project, nor did he find himself feeling embarrassed at any apparent lack of skill. He moved about helping arrange the garden table for a while before practically instructing all the others on the safest way to transfer plants into the soil. The garden was growing into something beautiful and personal all at once, something Vyn had to admit he never pictured happening. The worst part, which he would never speak aloud, was that he seemed to actually enjoy every minute of it. If he even noticed the dirt smeared on his khakis, he didn’t care. 

Before he knew it, he was sitting on the stone steps, chin in hand, as his eyes absentmindedly followed Rosa around. His thoughts were consumed by grappling with his devotion to never grow close to others and the enjoyment he reaped from partnering up on such a sweet passion project. Perhaps the change in this garden reflected a more personal change in him. 

“What’s got you so lost in thought?” Luke asked, peering down at him, squinting from the sunlight in his eyes.

“I did not realize that the manor's garden could be so well decorated,” he simplified. 

“Huh?” Marius half yelled from across the courtyard, marching forward with his hands extended in mock annoyance. “Did you forget who designed the layout?”

Vyn didn’t respond, merely looking over his glasses at the younger man. He didn’t feel the need to extrapolate on his deeper thoughts and personal revelations, and his silence was filled instead by the approaching Rosa’s exasperation.

“Not this again…”

“I think everyone played a part,” Artem soothed as he approached, his hair surprisingly messy for once but his expression light. His blue eyes darted over to Rosa as if expecting her to build upon what he stated.

“Right, right! We finally finished decorating the garden, so let's celebrate!”

Luke grinned widely, an eagerness radiating off of him in waves brighter than the sun that afternoon. “Awesome! We’ve been at it for a long time, so we should take a break.” 

“Miss,” Marius tilted his head toward Rosa, a hand shielding his eyes from the sun, “got any good ideas?”

“Hmm… it’s still pretty early in the day. Let’s prep afternoon tea together!”

Artem nodded, also shading his eyes. “That’s a good idea.”

Sucking an unnoticeable puff of air in between his teeth, Vyn lightly pushed up the corner of his glasses. He supposed it was now or never.

“It just so happens that after our previous rice ball experience...I ordered a set of kitchen equipment that may be of use. Everything is already in the lounge.”

“Like?” Marius drew out his vowels obnoxiously.

“Such as an oven, a mixer, a digital scale, and a blender, among others…” Vyn could feel that creeping feeling of embarrassment beginning to prickle the back of his neck, though he was determined to play it off cool. The childish grin spreading across Marius’ face was making that task no easier.

“Since when were you such a housewife?” Marius teased, lips curled up in something not made entirely of childish malice, but something deeper Vyn couldn’t decipher. Surprisingly, Vyn didn’t feel the regret and humiliation he expected to, though he wasn’t sure what he was feeling instead.

Rosa’s hands clapping together cut through the air sharply to draw their attention back to her. “Well then, let’s split up the tasks!” Luke smiled and crossed his arms, nodding his head in a confident manner.

“Since the appliances are all ready to go, I’ll blend all our cold and frozen drinks. I've worked as a bartender while doing detective work, so I'm good at that stuff.” 

“I’ll make coffee and hot drinks. I learned how to make latte art during my spare time on the weekends.” For some reason, the entire group found themselves picturing Artem working dutifully over his kitchen counter as he practiced his secret latte art. 

“I will bake the cakes,” Vyn offered kindly, his eyes filled with warmth mirrored in his smile. “Their flavor will not disappoint.” 

“Then I’ll get someone to send over the ingredients we need, and I’ll take care of plating and decorating. Let me know which fruits you like,” Marius punctuated his sentence with a little wink aimed toward Rosa. “I guarantee you a happy tea time, Miss.”

Smiling from cheek to cheek, Rosa nearly pumped her fist in the air. “Looking forward to it! I’ll bake some cookies and help you all out. There’s no time to lose. We better get started!”

If Vyn had been told about two weeks ago that he would enjoy working side by side with his work partners on something personal, he would have scoffed. He wouldn’t have believed it for a moment. Yet, he now found himself standing in the kitchen he chose to properly furnish, working hard on a cake he actually planned to share with others. The kitchen was again alight with a familial enthusiasm, conversations and laughter overlapping from all over. Even when he wasn’t the one speaking or prodding at another, he could feel a light smile dance upon his lips like a whisper. 

Tea time was something generally sacred and private for Vyn, the time where he could unwind while enjoying his dearest sweets. There are very few people in the world he would ever conceive sharing that time with, but he still found himself setting the cake he labored over onto the center of the table to share. He found himself cutting the slices carefully, evenly, and oddly holding his breath as he waited for the others to take their first bites. He knew he was a skilled baker, yet he felt the remote pang of fear that somehow, for whatever reason, they wouldn’t like it.

All he was greeted with were smiles and praise from the others, soothing his untoward anxieties in a single fell swoop. While he responded with a simple “As I expected. I am pleased that it suits your liking,” there was a giddiness bursting inside of him. He felt strangely excited to be sitting with these people, people he wouldn’t consider his friends at all, sharing something so uniquely important to him. 

He breathed in the clear afternoon air, the sunlight warming his face as he tilted his head back ever so slightly. He could hear the chirping of the birds in the trees nearby and hear the water stirring in the pond across the courtyard. He could hear his coworkers chattering, just as they had in the kitchen, mouths filled with food this time.

He took a sip of the sweetest tea he’d had in a while. 

[ferrocache]

favourite part of writing this fic so far <- (cant write for shit) is that luke is affectionately bullying rosa for an attempt at a haircut. emphasis on attempt.

honestly feel bad. rip rosa’s hair. but i had to include the experience of having the Worst first trans haircut.

[rayveneyed]

bakugou katsuki proclaims, quite often, that he doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body. he snarls it — cheeks flushed an angry red — when you teasingly ask him for homemade chocolates, or to change your name in his phone to something cheesy. you’ve had him down as pumpkin from the moment you started dating, after all, and he’s long grown used to hearing baby and sweetheart and darling in place of his given name, even though he swears he hates it. you often tug at his wrist and point to bouquets of red roses, whining why don’t you ever get me those? just annoying enough to have him pulling your head under his elbow and roughly ruffling your hair, cursing the way he’s spoiled you.

kirishima got mina a heartbeat bracelet, you say pointedly, tucked under his arm on the couch and peering up at him with those eyes — those eyes that say you’re looking to push his buttons a little. (internally, he scoffs — as if he didn’t know. as if he wasn’t the one that gave shitty hair the idea in the first place. it’s just — it’s different, isn’t it, when he’s getting it for himself? for you?) shouldn’t we get something like that, baby ?

he grunts something unintelligible — something about how they’re gimmicky, how they probably don’t work, how it’d distract him when he’s kicking ass, how it’d probably melt with the use of a single howitzer impact, blah blah blah. you shrug. it’s not that big of a deal, anyway. you mostly brought it up to pull his leg a little — you know he’s not one for grand gestures like that, preferring his acts of service above all else — but for all the fight he’d put up, two heartbeat bracelets arrive at your apartment not even a week later. amazon prime expedited shipping, no less. 

he ignores you when you bring it up — lets you fasten it onto his wrist with little fanfare, the tips of his ears turning red, muttering something about he’d probably never use it, anyway, and he only got it so that you’d shut up about it all — never say i don’t do shit for you, woman!

but when he’s halfway across the world, tangled up in schemes larger than you have the capacity to think about — when you’re watching the news with teary eyes and bated breath, hands clutched to your chest, it always comes without fail: a small buzz on your wrist, gentle and thudding and rhythmic. ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump.

[fiendishartist2]

guy who doesnt dance x guy who will drag you onto the dance floor

[menagerofmischief]

hii👋🏼

I'd like to order a hot charcuterie board, a pizza, and a coke zero served by toto wolff at monza:))

thank you for taking the order, I hope you have a lovely day/night<3

Dia's Diner Menu

charcuterie board dating hot appetizer sweet sex pizza "My good girl" coke zero free use + chicken skewer "Be a good girl and cum for me"

TW: porn no plot, PiV, unprotected sex + cumming inside, pet names in German and like one German word

WC: 900

A/N: it's not that long, I'm sorry. I really wasn't feeling inspired today.

❀

“Okay, in we go,” I say, talking to myself as I close the oven after placing the cookies inside of it to bake. 30 minutes to kill until they are done. I hear the apartment door open and then close but I don’t give it much thought, knowing it’s just Toto coming home after work.

I turn back to the sink and start pilling the dirty dishes inside of it to wash later, not yet going to greet Toto, because he always spends time putting away his coat and shoes. 

It seems I overestimated how much time it actually takes him because the next thing I know, Toto is behind me, his arms sneaking around my middle and pulling me back into him. He presses his chest against my back and lets out a sigh, nuzzling his face into my neck.

“Hi,” I say with a light laugh, his breath tickling my neck. “You’re back earlier than I expected.”

“Boring day,” he replies, his breath hot against my skin. His hips roll slowly, his dick grinding against my ass.

“Toto,” I whisper, gripping the edges of the kitchen counter. 

“Come on liebling,” he says, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Let me make you feel good, let me use you.”

I think about it for a moment but then his hands come up to cup my breasts, giving them a rough squeeze and I find myself nodding. Toto chuckles and flips me around, turning me to face him.

He gives me a smile before leaning down, his lips pressing against mine for a kiss. His tongue sneaks into my mouth, brushing against mine. At the same he grabs a handful of my ass and gives it a squeeze, making me moan into his mouth.

He grabs my hips and easily lifts me up and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. Toto carries me over to the couch, just a few feet away from us and gently lays me down. 

He removes my shorts and I go to take off mine, once upon a time his, shirt when his hand wraps around my wrist, stopping my movements. “Leave it on, I like seeing you in my clothes.”

“Whatever you say,” I hum, nodding my head. “But you take your off.”

Toto quickly takes off his own clothes and climbs on top of me. I smile teasingly at him, running my hands over his back and sides. He shudders a little at the sensation, leaning down to kiss me while he slowly pushes his cock inside of me.

It’s slides in without much effort, I’m wet enough to take him right in and already accustomed to his size.

Once he’s fully sheathed inside of me he groans, one of his hands pushing under the shirt I’m wearing and lazily groping my tit and fingers brushing over my nipple. “There we go, you’re taking me so well. My good girl.”

I feel blood rush to my cheeks at his praise and Toto is quick to notice. He gives me a satisfied smirk before starting to thrust into me. A few long slow and deep thrust followed by one quick and harsh and then repeat. 

With every draw and return of his hips, the head of his cock grazes against my sensitive areas making me moan out. “So good, fucking me so good,” I hear myself say, my words high pitched and cut by moans as Toto continued to fuck me.

His hands slips between our bodies and his fingers quickly find my clit. He moved them slowly, gently, barely ghosting over it before pressing down and settling for slow circles that perfectly match the rhythm of his thrusts, all while he’s pressing hot open mouthed kissed along my collarbones.

It doesn't take long for him to bring me to the edge, every move of his fingers and snap of his hips setting my body on fire. “Toto,” I gasp, my fingers pressing into his back. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

He pulls away slightly and brings his face closer to mine. I expect him to kiss me but instead he settles with his lips barely inches away from mine and when he speaks his lips brush mine with every word. “Go on, liebling,” he says, his voice low. “Be a good girl and cum for me”

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, my orgasm is crashing over me and I’m coming with a loud moan. I wrap my legs around Toto’s waist, as tight as I can and dig my fingers into his back. My orgasm quickly triggers his own. Toto groans as he spills himself inside of me and I whine a little at the feeling of him cumming inside of me and filling me up.

He gives me a moment to catch my breath and then slowly pulls himself out. He presses a sweet kiss to my forehead. “You did so good for me, liebling.”

“Danke,” I reply, placing my hand on the back of his neck and pulling his head down to kiss him. 

Toto opens his mouth, about to say something when the alarm I previously set up for the cookies goes off. I laugh, pushing at his shoulder to get him off me. “Cookies are done!”

Toto chuckles, watching me run off to pull the cookies out of the over and follows after me.

[matchstique]

Two little pieces inspired by @the-peak-tmnt ‘s mutant mayhem fanfic “RECIPROCITY” . Issoo gooooddddd. It makes me feel FEELINGS

[sweeneydino]

I have mastered the art of no thoughts head empty.

WIP.

[phoenixcatch7]

Deep in my ff7 rereads so here are my favourite fandom fics, hands down.

End as you mean to begin <- 130k+ of time travelling cloud parenting the remnants, seeking asylum in a war torn wutai to keep all four of them out of shinras hands while sephiroth is absolutely Going Through It in midgar. Great Genesis characterisation and cloud mothering his way to an international incident. Bonus gender hijinks, hilarious misunderstandings and zack. Unfinished.

The fear of falling stars <- 500k+ and soon to be completed. Cloud and insane!Sephiroth time travel back to their shinra days and I cannot emphasise enough how much cloud is Not Doing Well. Gorgeous wordplay and top tier banter. Utterly unhinged blood enemies to ??? to ?????? to lovers sefikura. It's E rated and probably the tensest I've ever been reading fic lol, it is not lighthearted! But it's incredibly well written and the characters are phenomenal (zack my beloved) so if you've got strong nerves (and like a quarantine pairing) I'd definitely recommend it.

Voice of the gods <- 170k+ of almost idyllic gods and avatars au. Slow, soft and full of world building, it's a lovely relaxing read of cloud getting anointed the envoy of sephiroth, god of war, and slowly growing into his role and joining the ranks of envoy. Lots of side characters take larger roles here, and sephiroth himself is a darling without losing his sharpest edges. Unfinished.

I CAN FIX HIM (series) <- possibly my favourite sephiroth characterisations ever. 130k and growing of pure shaking this man like a doll in a perfect mix of almost delirious crack and gutting angst (often both at once!). Very good writing, every single funny moment hits like a truck and keeps building until you're choking with laughter. Bonus points to ROADTRIP! for being utterly, utterly insane. I cannot emphasise enough just how GOOD every single character and their dynamics are written.

Just anything ff7 written by AimeeLouWrites, if you've been in this fandom for any length of time you'll have heard of her. Great concepts, great executions and aus for DAYS.

Five hearts to make him whole <- 130k+ of time/dimension travelling cloud getting sent to a world of soulmates - and his alternate self bagged all four soldier firsts. Alternate cloud also died violently a few years ago and boy did those soulmates (not) take it well. Our cloud, of course, was not read in on any of this. Shout out to the emotional support chocobo! Unfinished?

Shall I find rest <- another soulmate agszc (?) dimension cross but this one is 100k+ of post AC cloud and Tifa waking up and deciding to make it everyone else's problem. They're so done with all the drama. Bamf nibel duo to the end and Tifa is the mvp. Unfinished.

Advanced release <- 250k+ and it's sephiroth receiving the original game in a strange packet that appeared in his room. It spirals into a messy and painful exposure of conspiracy, lies and inevitable tragedy. Video game logic is a running gag and zack remains the only actually stable person in the whole sorry mess but he's also Having a Terrible Experience. Really well written!!! Unfinished.

On broken wings <- 160k+ of pure post AC sephiroth redemption from his pov. Him struggling to find his place in a new world and experience real human connection evolves into MOOGLE EMBASSY need I say more?? Unfinished.

With Great Power Comes Meddling Fucking Gods <- 470k+! Poly WEAPON cloud gets yoinked back to the past (feat agzs), dies for a few days and misses his family SO bad but he is determined to change the future for the better. Probably the most healthy and mature cloud ever lol. Unfortunately for him, insane!sephiroth is pulling a inner hollow and gaia herself isn't talking. If you like symbolism, whoo boy!! The dream sequences are a DOOZY (and drowning in eroticism). Wonderfully written, the divide between sane!sephiroth and his counterpart is really cool to see. E rated at times but it's absolutely DELIGHTFUL and WEAPON cloud is such a treat. And I cannot emphasise enough the symbolism. Zackkura (kinda) and slow burn! Unfinished.

A brand need not be seen <- 180k+ in a world of soulmates where the four firsts have clouds name on their wrists. Trooper cloud is tentatively, desperately hopeful. Then a smoking hot op af adult cloud appears, with no names on his wrists at all. It's a really cute flirty fic despite covering shinra politics, identity crises, huge self worth issues, lots of trauma, and finding your own place in the world. Unfinished.

Memory's struggle <- 250k+ of cascading time travel. Basically everyone goes back, which goes great XD. Everyone... Except cloud. I read this a while ago but I do remember poor cloud just getting loved and spoiled by literally everyone and freaking out about it lmao. He was so confused! Unfinished.

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A solitude of space <- a wonderfully soothing 90k complete of sephiroth getting resurrected and moving to stardew valley to become the farmer. It's sooooo peaceful and following him as he grows into his own person and experiences real normality and community is lovely, if a touch angsty. Eventual sefikura with cloud moving to the farm when he's not doing deliveries. It's just. Really nice. I think I cried at the end. Finished!

One-Winged Angel's Self-Saving System <- 55k+ sephiroth enters the Chinese fantasy Scum Villain world in place of the scum villain himself! (He's the third person to take on that role, but who's counting?) Reborn into a plant body he's set loose on an unsuspecting world with a completely different magic system (sentient swords! Immortality!), with only the guide of a mysterious hallucinated ai. Freedom to make his own choices! Aroallo seph rep! He messes up the plot so bad, recruiting accidental love interests with kill counts and resurrecting long lost immortals. It can get a bit heavy but it's really fun and sephiroth has no intention of ever going back. Unfinished.

The SOLDIER General's Self Saving Shizun <- 73k+ of the opposite of the last fic: the scum villain (the 2nd) gets isekai'd into sephiroth! Shen qingqiu, aka the modern world native shen yuan, fails to resurrect into his prepared plant body and wakes up in a new fictional world, once again as the villain. With his limited memory of the games and his immense knowledge of cultivation (scum villains magic system) he tries to get a grasp on his new life while evading hojo, the president, his new subordinates and the war front while cultivating to immortality - something shinra is VERY interested in. When I tell you these two fics have a GRIP on me. I've written so many fic ideas around them. It's actually insane. The first thing he does is completely redecorate his rooms and buy a whole new wardrobe, which is totally not suspicious XD. Unfinished.

The fifth act <- 160k, it's a good ol' time travel fic - with a twist. The truest exploration of ripples in a pond, or how kindness, when true, can be returned in most unexpected ways. Or maybe how a single act of good can change the world.... Or maybe it's about how you must never turn your back on an enemy. Cloud has people to save and people to kill, and only time will tell which is which. Complete.

Of Things That May Be Only 'Verse <- another series! At 250k, it's about sephiroth resurrecting, only to, uh, slip and crack his head lol. This sends him spiralling through a vision of a cosy life he'd never dreamed, and when he wakes up? He wants it so bad. But that means behaving. Slow burn sefikura redemption, side Cid/Vincent (vincid?) which ngl did convince me of the ship, domestic fluffiness and found family galore! And the whole series is complete!!

Little seph <- a 160k series about the AC sephiroth revival going wrong. Stuck in the body of a kid, post AC sephiroth is a feral kitten carefully domesticated with the power of pancakes, wing preening, and deeply uncomfortable sleepovers. He's a brat, a pest, a murder machine, but he just wants to be part of a family even if he pretends he doesn't. Eventual sefikura, and overall just a very good read. Fully complete!

We are no heroes <- 70k series, about a secretly time travelled sephiroth desperately trying to save his friends and finally, maybe, rest. When I tell you this had me SOBBING. I was BAWLING. Extremely good, zack is best boy. This man is just so tired. Beautiful descriptions. And, again, complete! Yay!

[goldenjuniper]

their love language is touch!!!!

eclipse is from @naffeclipse’s cryptid sightings fic and their lovely design is by @themeeplord!!!

[laciefuyu]

Vyn pondered a little more before shaking his head. There was no point thinking about it. There was nothing unsatisfying about the state of their current relationship, and that was enough. When he lifted his head, he realized that he’d already arrived in front of the headquarters. His eyes narrowed at the car that was parked neatly near the entrance. Artem was already here. AKA The fourth chapter with Vyn. The fourth victim of rain. Karma. Defense Mechanism. Something cleared. A beginning of something warm in his cold days.

I know it's long overdue, but I hope you can enjoy Vyn's chapter!

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

By any chance did you draw Xingqiu's training uniform? 🥺

Or any more of the characters? 👀 Baizhu, Ningguang, Ganyu, Xianyun, etc.

I love your drawings and your character design and style in general 💜💜 ever since Cyanide Narwhal I fell in love

honestly you have amazing timing, i'd been sketching and cleaning these up for a while now hahah

edit: just realized baizhu's eyes should be a different color here. oh well. pretend they're red lmao

[landsel]

"Im telling my dad" 💙🐢💙

Some sketch warmup in some more techware~ @donathan & @snackugaki this time with Milo, Mia and their dad~

[faustiantales]

𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖙𝖚𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌

Dark Descent: Vyn Richter X fem/afab!Reader

Twisted Truths: incest, cunnilingus, vaginal penetration, creampie

Synopsis: Vyn Richter is one of the popular professors at Stellis University. Many young women would swoon over the handsome psychiatrist, falling in love with his charm and gentlemanly personality. However, those poor women will never realize that Vyn and his precious little sister often engage in their routine clandestine endeavors behind locked office doors.

Shadows Lengthen: 1.4k words

        [Y/n] stumbled into the library, her heart racing. The bell had rung, signaling the end of another draining class. Her backpack hung from her shoulders like a lead weight, filled with textbooks and unfinished homework. She scanned the quiet room, searching for the familiar comfort of an empty corner.

        The smell of old pages and the distant hum of the air conditioner created a soothing backdrop as she found her sanctuary, a chair tucked away behind a towering bookshelf. She slumped into it, letting out a sigh that echoed softly in the vast emptiness.

        Her mind drifted to the last time she saw her older brother, Vyn. It had been during the previous break, and she had felt the same rush of anxiety and excitement as she always did when he called her into the 'private tutoring' sessions. She remembered the stern look on his face as he locked the door, his eyes scanning her from head to toe, leaving no inch of her skin untouched by his gaze.

        She shivered, the memory of his hands on her thighs sending a jolt of electricity through her body. It was wrong, she knew, but she couldn't resist the allure of his dominance. The way he made her feel and the things he did to her were all dangerous secrets that she cherished.

        Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. She quickly averted her gaze, pretending to be engrossed in a book she hadn't even opened. The footsteps grew louder, and she recognized the rhythmic click of her brother's shoes. Her stomach tightened into a knot. The footsteps stopped just short of her hiding spot, and she held her breath.

        "[Y/n]," Vyn's velvety voice echoed through the library. She knew he had found her. "There you are."

        Her heart hammered in her chest as she closed the book with trembling fingers. She had to play it cool and hide her excitement. She stood up, trying to shake off the images of their last encounter. He was still dressed in his professor's attire, looking as dashing as ever.

        She smiled and stepped out from behind the bookshelf. "Hi, brother~"

       "Let's go to my office," he said, gesturing towards the exit. "The usual."

        The walk to his office was a silent one, each step heavier than the last. The anticipation grew with every footfall. Ever since they started this risky game of lustful endeavors inside the school grounds, the two couldn't seem to stop. On the contrary, it looks like they're getting more addicted to it. To engage in such sexual activities in a public establishment, away from prying eyes, was like playing with fire, yet the thrill was intoxicating. Once they were inside, the door clicking shut behind them, he turned to face her.

        "[Y/n]," he began, his voice soft. His hand moved to the small of her back, pulling her closer. "My beautiful darling."

        "Brother~" She moaned softly, grinding her clothed cunt against the tent in his pants, making him groan with pleasure. 

        Without another word, he bent down and captured her mouth in a kiss that was as fiery as it was tender. She melted into him, unable to resist the allure of his touch. He guided her to the desk, his hands roaming over her body with a practiced ease that spoke of his desire and hunger. She felt the familiar ache between her legs, the need for him growing stronger with each passing second. He broke the kiss, his eyes searching hers for consent. She nodded, her cheeks flushing with a mix of arousal and apprehension.

        Vyn reached under her skirt, his hands deftly finding the waistband of her panties. He pulled them down, his eyes never leaving hers. She stepped out of them, feeling the coolness of the floor against her bare skin. He pushed her gently onto the desk, her books and notebooks scattering to the floor. He spread her legs wide, his gaze dropping to the juncture of her thighs. He licked his lips, a predatory glint in his eyes that sent a thrill through her body.

        "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. He leaned in, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh. "And all mine."

        The first touch of his tongue sent a shockwave through her. She gripped the edge of the desk, her nails digging into the wood as he tasted her, exploring every inch of her with a passion that was both terrifying and exhilarating. She moaned, the sound echoing in the small room. The world outside the office door faded away, leaving only the two of them in their clandestine bubble of pleasure.

        As he worked his magic, she felt the tension in her body coil tighter and tighter. Her legs began to tremble, and she knew she was close to the edge. He knew it too, his movements becoming more urgent, his tongue flicking against her clit in a rhythm that sent her spiraling. She bit her lip to stifle the cry that threatened to escape, the intensity of the sensation threatening to overwhelm her.

        And then it did. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, leaving her gasping for breath. Her body convulsed, her hips bucking against his mouth as he lapped up her juices. She had never felt so exposed or vulnerable, yet she had never felt so alive. When the last tremor subsided, he stood up, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, revealing his erection.

        "Now, it's my turn," he said, his voice low and demanding.

        [Y/n] nodded, her cheeks still flushed, her body still humming with pleasure. She knew what was coming next, and she was ready for it. Prepared to give herself to him once again, in this secret place where they could be who they truly were.

        As he slid into her, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. The desk creaked beneath them, a testament to their passion. He began to move, his thrusts hard and deep, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She could feel the tension building again, a delicious pressure that grew with every stroke.

        They moved together, their bodies speaking a language that only they understood. The sounds of their skin slapping against each other filled the room, a symphony of need and desire. She tightened her grip on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, urging him on.

        [Y/n]'s moans grew louder, echoing off the walls of the library, a silent testament to their transgression. She didn't care if anyone heard. All she knew was that she needed this, needed him, in a way that she couldn't explain.

        Their rhythm grew frantic, their breathing ragged. She could feel him getting closer, his movements becoming more erratic. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he came, filling her with his warmth. They clung to each other, their hearts beating in unison, lost in the aftermath of their shared climax.

        For a moment, they just stood there, the only sound in the room the harsh panting of their breath. And then, as if a switch had been flipped, reality crashed back in. The clock on the wall ticked away, a reminder that their time was limited. He pulled out, his expression shifting from one of passion to one of concern.

        "Go and have a quick lunch," he said, his voice soft. Vyn straightened his clothes, his eyes lovingly gazing at hers as he tucked in his shirt. "I'll see you at home later, and continue our unfinished business. But for now, I'll be taking this."

        [Y/n] blushed as her brother teasingly shook her panties at head level, a knowing smirk on his lips as he took a deep sniff, and licked it, before pocketing the item. The girl stayed there, dumbfounded at her older brother's childish behavior as the said man left without another word.

        "This is embarrassing..." she murmured, her blush deepening as she took a peek at her pussy oozing with her brother's cum. "But also arousing."

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[tervaneula]

A Twin Thing by minumi

Chapter 2: Six Years Old

"I felt gross here,” Leo rubs a hand over his chest, “And when I looked up, ya weren't around anymore. I didn't want ya feeling bad by yourself... so I came to find ya. I followed my twin senses!"

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OMG Y'ALL I LOVE @minumi-chan SO MUCH and my first Tumblr commission was for her!! And it's an illustration for her disaster twins fic!!!!!! I'M SO HAPPY...... 😭💕💕💕 Please read Minu's works, the writing's amazing! 💜💜💜