#tristan does not bother

[romanteacism]

Knight Aemond x Princess Reader Innocent Touch

Synopsis: You and Ser Aemond are starting to come into a routine and each other's good graces until it is rudely abrupted. Warnings: None (yet), Aemond growing fonder of his station, ¿infatuation?, Slight Jealousy PREVIOUS PART / NEXT PART

“Who is this from?” You asked as a squire handed you another bouquet of flowers. Aemond resisted rolling his eyes as he watched you toy with the petals. He stood behind you as you and your brother sat in the gardens. “Lord Triston, Your Highness,” The squire bowed as he left. “I did not know Lord Tristan was courting you,” Your brother frowned and reached forward to take hold of the scroll placed in the middle of the bouquet. 

“This is the fifth one in three days; it’s quite excessive, is it not?” You pondered as you placed the bouquet on the side, not keen on the smell of roses. You turned to your brother, waiting for his response, but he was too busy reading the scroll— you would guess another poem that he had plagiarized from one of the great poets of the realm. “It’s quite a… bold poem he chose,” your brother frowned, and you shrugged, taking a bite of berries and cream cake. “Since when had he started courting you? I do not remember him asking for Father or I’s permission,” He stated, and you shrugged once more. “He began to send flowers, I believe, a week or so ago?” You said uncertain. “Do I recount right, Ser Aemond?” You turned to your knight for confirmation, slowly warming up to him once more as he had aided in a time of desperation. 

“Yes, princess.” He nodded, and your brother turned his gaze upon your sworn protector, seeing his stoic expression severe into a scowl. “I think it best you keep your distance from Lord Tristan,” Your brother said, glancing over the flowers he sent as well as the rather forward poem he had given. “Very well then,” You agreed, not at all attracted to the young lord who was known for his reputation as a rake.

“See to it that the lord does not bother my sister, Ser Aemond,” Your brother commanded as he stood. “Of course, my prince,” Ser Aemond bowed, agreeing without question as he, too, was unsettled by the lord’s quite fervent attention towards you. He had been noticing lord Tristan trailing you for the past few days, even going as far as walking down the halls of your wing at night. Of course, Aemond always stood guard, ready to challenge the lord. 

“I’ll see you at supper, sister,” your brother said, placing a chaste kiss on the top of your head before leaving. As he left, you placed a lemon tart onto a plate and raised it to offer to your knight. “No, thank you, princess. I had just eaten,” He said, and you nodded. 

“Was lady Davenport present during the last tea party I held?” You questioned Ser Aemond as your memory seemed to fail you, but you had learned your knight had a rather sharp one. “I do not believe so, princess,” He replied, trailing his eye around the gardens as he noticed the distant figure of lord Tristan staring at you from above. “Hm, this is the second session she has missed… I noticed that she has been absent in court as of late,” You mussed, not expecting a reply from your knight as you thought out loud. 

“I hear whispers that the lady Davenport is hiding a swollen belly beneath her dress,” Your knight then said, making your eyes widen, and you turned your body to look at him from where he stood behind you. Aemond bit his tongue as he saw the expression on your face. He does not care for gossip, but he did find your reactions to it quite amusing. “But she is not set to marry until a fortnight.” Ser Aemond shrugged as he imparted the talk he heard from the maids. You let out a breath of a laugh. “I always thought her intended was quite the traditionalist,” you muttered, and Aemond smirked, pondering if he should share the next piece of information he had overheard. “He is… but his brother is proven not.” He quietly added and bit his lip. “No!” You gasped in disbelief, turning to Ser Aemond once more, only for him to shrug again. “Again, these are only whispers I hear, princess,” He said, and you narrowed your eyes as an amused smirk rose to his lips that he could not control as he spoke. 

When Aemond removed his gaze from you, he noticed lord Tristan making his way towards your direction. “Princess, you are late for your meeting with your seamstress,” You turned towards the sun and saw that it was past its peak, “Oh, yes, of course,” You said and stood, going in the direction of your chambers and Aemond content as lord Tristan missed your presence. 

Ser Aemond stood guard outside your chambers as you were fitted for your gowns, passing his gaze through the hall and watching intently all the passersby. He clenched his jaw as he saw lord Tristan standing at the end of the hall, observing the commissioned portraits of you that were made each year for your name day. Aemond resisted the urge to roll his eye as lord Tristan inched his way towards your chambers. Aemond wore his most formidable expression as he was met with the lord. “I wish to seek an audience with the princess,” He said, voice dismissive. “The princess does not wish to be disturbed.” Ser Aemond replied curtly. 

He watched as the lord raised a pompous brow. “I do not believe you understood what I said— I seek an audience with the princess.” He gritted, and Aemond’s hold at the hilt of his sword tigtened. “I understand perfectly. It is you who does not comprehend that the princess does not wish to be disturbed.” Aemond resisted succumbing to his urges and showed great animosity towards the young lord. 

The door to your chambers opened, hindering either man from speaking. Your seamstress exited, and Aemond was quick to hinder the lord, who seemed to forget any sense of manners as he tried to force himself into the sanctity of your chambers. “My lord?” You questioned and turned to Ser Aemond, who had a deep scowl on his face. “Princess— I wish to speak with you,” lord Tristan bowed and threw a glare at your knight. “Oh, I am not receiving company at the moment, my lord. I—I wish to be alone.” You say quietly. “Have you received the flowers I sent?” The lord ignored your words, and Aemond’s jaw ticked as you two locked eyes, seeing apprehension in your gaze. “I have, thank you, lord Tristan… but if you would excuse me,” You curtsied and moved to close your door. Leaving your knight and the rather audacious lord. 

Aemond felt a pompous smirk rise to his lips as you shut and barred your door, the hopefulness in the lord’s eyes disappearing quickly. Aemond bit his lip as lord Tristan walked off in a huff. When you hear his departing footsteps, you unbarred your door and peeked your head out. “Is he gone?” You quietly asked your knight, staring up at him, “Yes, princess,” Aemond nodded, and you fully opened your chamber door. “He’s quite… boorish,” You muttered and took your kitten into your arms, cradling it as if it were a babe as you walked through the halls with your knight. “He certainly is, princess,” he agreed, looking towards the kitten who he had hidden days before. There was a glare in the feline’s eyes as Theodore was familiar with the man who had placed him in the confines of the mouth of a gargoyle. 

You hear your little kitten suddenly hiss, making you frown and run your fingers soothingly through your pet’s fur. “What’s wrong, my darling?” You cooed, looking down at Theodore, who continued to hiss. You doubled your efforts in trying to calm him, unaware that the man beside you was the reason for the agitated state of your kitten. You placed a kiss on his little head, and that seemed to be effective. Theodore slowly calmed down. Aemond bit his lip as he feared that his desperate actions would be known by you— implausible since no one bore witness to his actions, but you would certainly question why your pet would be upset whenever in the presence of Aemond.

You were too distracted as you tried to soothe your kitten, growing unaware of your surroundings and where you walked. Aemond sighed as this was a frequent occurrence; he circled his arm around your waist and guided your way. He bit his tongue as he was enveloped with your scent. At your close proximity, Ser Aemond scowled at the continuation of whining from your kitten. Aemond led you to your solarium, arm growing cold as he removed his hold from your waist. He stood guard by the door and listened to you cooing at your kitten. 

Ser Aemond stood straighter as he heard footsteps revealing your brother. “Is my sister in?” He questioned, and Aemond nodded curtly. “My prince,” He called before your brother entered. “Lord Tristan had been proved rather ungallant… just earlier today, he tried to force himself into the chambers of the princess to seek an audience with her even though he was told that she wishes to be alone.” Aemond had no trouble in tattling. He saw a severe frown on your brother’s face, and only when the prince frowned did Aemond finally see the resemblance between you and the prince. The prince hummed, thinking of a way to protect you further; it was silently known by the court that lord Tristan was persistent— stopping at nothing to acquire anything he wanted, and he usually resorts to ill ways to achieve it. 

“My sister’s safety is of utmost importance, Ser Aemond,” Aemond nodded, “I know… and I agree, my prince,” He agreed. “I shall have no choice but to add another guard to her station,” Aemond stilled at the prince’s words. “My—my prince, I am fully capable of protecting the princess,” He said, almost defensively. Your brother’s eyes widened, fearing that he had offended the knight. “Yes, of course— I would not entrust my sister in your care if you are incapable, but with lord Tristan sniffing around her, I fear you would need aid.” Aemond bit back his tongue, not wanting to speak out of turn. “Ser Adam shall accompany you during the day as an added guard to my sister, so no more run-ins like earlier shall occur.” Aemond gritted his teeth and gave a reluctant nod before opening the door for the prince. 

The following day, Aemond stood guard by your door and waited for you to start your morning. He stiffened at his spot as he heard the clank of armor and the image of Ser Adam taking his post on the other side of your door, a teasing smirk on his lips as he saw Aemond's annoyed face. “Ser Aemond,” He nodded in greeting, “Ser Adam,” Aemond gritted in reluctant courtesy. You opened your chamber doors, and two knights straightened their stances. You looked between your two guards, “Good morrow, Sers,” You greeted and walked off, your kitten in your arms and your two guards following you as you made your way to the gardens. 

The once soothing clang of Ser Aemond’s armor as he walked now turned into an annoying bang as his steps were matched with Ser Adam's. You looked down upon your pet cat, who rested calmly in your arms, still drowsy from his sleep. Aemond noticed your attention was placed on your kitten was more and placed his hand on the small of your back to lead your way, as always. Aemond caught the gaze of Ser Adam, the secondary knight raising a quizzical brow at him, but Aemond did his best to ignore his presence, trying to pretend that it was only you and him, just like days before. 

When in the gardens, Aemond moved to assist you to your chair, but Ser Adam beat him to it. He gritted his jaw as the kind ‘thanks’ that was meant to him was addressed to the other knight. As the day went on with Ser Adam accompanying the both of you— you offering him the same refreshments and chatter as Aemond and even gossiping with him, Aemond felt an odd twisting in his stomach that he did not care for. It was as if fire ants were crawling and biting at his skin, and some strong hand was twisting his gut and possibly even his heart. 

“Good night, Ser Adam,” You smiled as the knight went to retire for the night, much to Aemond’s relief. You and your sworn protector walked the halls to your room, and you noticed that he had been rather rigged the whole day— nothing odd, but you did notice that he was starting to unclench the past few days. “You’re scowling.” You mused as you two turned a hallway; Aemond glanced at you who observed his expression. “Am I, princess?” He asked, knowing full well he was.  Aemond feigned confused, as he did not want his annoyance to be revealed. “You are; you’ve had that line between your brows the whole day,” You say, and stood at the tip of your toes and trying to smoothen the furrow between his brows.

Aemond froze at your actions that were not mediated and thought about by yourself, forgetting your sensibilities as you invaded your knight’s personal space. You froze as you realized what you had done, quickly backing away, your cheeks heating at your actions, and felt embarrassment course through your veins. “I… I apologize,” you say, your voice just a squeak, and you hurriedly turn on your heels as you rush toward your chambers. Aemond battled through his shock and followed you through your chambers, the both of you uttering a quick and awkward ‘good night’ before you disappeared behind your door. 

Aemond stood at his post, breathing ragged as his hand fingers went to where you left your soft and burning touch. Aemond tried to calm his breathing, dismayed by his reaction. It was just an innocent touch, nothing to fuss over about, is it not? He rested the back of his head on the cold stone and tried not to let his thoughts be consumed by you even more. 

[bunji-enthusiast]

Could you do nsfw hc for Tristan and Lancelot with a fem so

𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬

Sypnosis [As written in the request]

Characters [Tristan Liones, Lancelot]

Note || this took me some time to think about because I didn’t want to stray from their personalities in these headcanons, lmaooo. The brain worms possessed me probably. Please read of your own volition.

Tristan Liones

He genuinely takes stride in ensuring your pleasure over his, as embarrassing to him, Tristan enjoys the look on your face when you blank out; brought over the edge. He burns that to memory pretty well.

Not to say he gets greedy himself too sometimes, with some general coaxing on your end—he gets a little more confident in going in at it himself. Of course, he will stop all notion to make sure your okay if you even let out any sort of pained sounds. Tristan may be a bit ebbed on the rough department but he won’t continue unless he knows you’re okay.

He isn’t necessarily iffy about the idea of control, he doesn’t mind if it’s him or you. But being with you right there, matters more to him.

Tristan likes thigh-riding, doesn’t matter which side or position but he really, really likes it. Mainly to him, it exudes a sense of itimacy and confidence compared to other positions.

He has a basic understanding and rough idea of sexual intimacy initially, but through you, and getting to—more or less explore you; he had gotten better at taking care of you. But he does like being on the receiving end of the pleasure if you absolutely prefer taking the lead.

Missionary is the classic but most earnest position for him.

Tristan really, and I mean—REALLY likes kissing you during the session. May as well be knocked breathless more often by the kisses then by anything else your feeling.

He takes consent and boundaries very seriously, if you are feeling unsure or uncomfortable then he will stop. No ifs, ands or buts.

Dearest Tristan has a possessive streak, he likes leaving a few marks here and there. But where it cannot be seen, he wants you to be saved from the embarrassment of that later on.

A huge, huge thing for praising. Both giving and receiving, he wants to know if he’s doing good. But also, he always lets you know how good you make him feel.

Tristan can have a pretty mature take on the moment, but he be pretty silly as well, it doesn’t always have to be a particularly bad thing. But it always catches you off guard when he says something random (what he says can be up to you) in the moment, which completely removes the romantic atmosphere of it.

He prefers doing it with you in the absolute privacy of the bedroom, but Tristan can also be feeling risky about doing it with you in semi-public spaces. For example; a forest. But he would rather die if you two got interrupted by someone else, then deal with the embarrassment of the aftermath.

Tristan isn’t a quickie person, he really isn’t. He prefers the slow and steady, more proper thence the quickness. It would just bother him way too much afterwards, Tristan likes taking his time in the moment with you; he likes getting to know how you feel.

He has a roughly more then average stamina, but Tristan last less if receiving; he is pretty sensitive.

Tristan can be quick to tease surprisingly, but he isn’t the kind to spell out mean words (irregardless of being a more punishing type, he just can’t do that). He prefers a gentle tone, if that makes sense.

Afterwards, he won’t go to sleep quickly, but he will ensure you feel okay and take care of you before he thinks about falling asleep himself. He can be pretty sleepy afterwards otherwise though.

Lancelot

With this mischievous bastard, there’s no being quiet. He likes hearing how you sound, he’s incredibly adept at hearing, so Lancelot wants to be sure you are feeling good. Lancelot will stop if you happen to be in pain, just from a pained sound. He doesn’t want to injure you or cause you any pain.

He doesn’t have any reservations about positions, but he’s incredibly iffy about ones you’ve had tried together. But that’s all he’s kept to himself.

Munch, he’s one of the biggest munches you’ll ever meet. Lancelot’s got tounge for days, and he’ll make sure you know that. He in particular gets real excited about your pleasure when you lock your legs around his head. He likes how you taste and he is not ashamed to admit that.

Akin to Tristan, he values consent and boundaries. Lancelot won’t at all make you feel ashamed for wanting to stop, if you want to stop then that’s what is happening.

Overstimulation is indeed on the table, he kinda likes how fucked out you look, even if he ends up overstimulating himself in the process. But he will bring you back from it in due time.

Mark him up, go for it! He likes seeing it, during or after; Lancelot relishes it. Not that he doesn’t have a possessive sense of self, but when it’s you? Oh hell yes.

He can be a pretty risky person, but Lancelot prefers it to be just him and you — without the risk of interruption.

Lancelot lasts for a decent amount of time, but when he feels tapped out—he’ll let you know; and vice versa.

His initial understanding and idea of sexual intimacy was mostly next to nothing at first, only that he knew it was something that happened with the consenting parties involved. But he never imagined he’d be able to do such a thing with you, he has nicer view of it thanks to you.

If you or him get all bothered by eachother; maybe one way or the other, he’ll definitely do something about it as quick as possible. Don’t wanna prolong it, unless if it’s necessary.

Absolutely no quickies, he seldom likes the idea, but if you don’t want the quickie then he doesn’t either. Alongside you, he likes being in the moment with you, without such a limited time period.

We know Lancelot, he can tease you to no end. He just genuinely likes seeing how red you can get because of it, especially during the session.

Lancelot is, overall, rather tender in bed with a teasing streak, but don’t be mistaken — he will leave you panting, and shaking from an earth-shattering orgasm. The fox knows how to please a woman, the experience overtime helped.

In the moment, he does ruin it by being silly, but that will extend most of the time during the session. You will never completely feel serious about it when it’s with him, a couple laughs here and there really do have him looking at you like your the light that shines down on the world.

Lancelot, despite having vague moments of impatience, can be incredibly patient when it comes to sex. He likes riling you up.

Similar to Tristan; Aftercare king. It’s so important to him, and Lancelot will never fail to provide, even if you didn’t do anything intense. He’ll massage your thighs to ease the shaking after you cum, he’ll clean up your mess and prepare a warm bath for you. While you bathe, he’ll clean the sheet. Honestly — best boyfriend.

[solarissttee]

COOKING BY THE BOOK .ᐟ

summary ; baking with lancelot might seem fun, but you know what isn’t? not being able to bake. luckily, lancelot is a great teacher.

request ; “ HI HIII !!! can i please request a lancelot x reader where reader and him try baking some cookies but reader absolutely sucks at it so he teaches her how to bake and the ending is just lots of fluff 🙏🏼🙏🏼 thank you and i hope u have a great day ilysm :33 ” — @svpremedeity

pairing ; lancelot / black fem!reader

wc ; 966

tags ; fluff, established relationship, brutal honesty from lancelot, lancelot is a kitchen whizz like his dad!?? reader absolutely sucks at baking.

notes ; ahhhh!! ilyt!! i'm so so so sorry this took so long :((( i've been in a bit of a slump :cccc

catalogue

it’s a rainy saturday morning in the middle of autumn, the leaves have changed their colours and fall gracefully to floor, the drag of the wind sways the trees whilst the gentle pitter-patter of rain chills the air, creating an incredibly soothing atmosphere.

you’re home alone at the moment, taking that as an opportunity to satisfy the endless cravings of a homemade treat. padding down the hallway to your kitchen, you contemplate what you’ll be baking and how much of it.

you rummage through your cabinets, digging through for the ingredients, and once everything is set out on the table, you begin the preparations. it’s just cookies, how hard could it be to make them?

you get out two different bowls, one for the dry ingredients and the other for the wet. considering the past failures in your cooking endeavours, you make it a point to follow a recipe that your mother frequently uses. nothing can go wrong as long as you follow a recipe, right?

elsewhere, lancelot feels a shiver run down his spine, making him rub his shoulders in discomfort. noticing him shiver, tristan, who he’d just flung to the side like a ragdoll, sends him a nasty side-eye. “getting sick, lance? don’t tell me you’re bothered by a little rain.”

“shut up and worry about yourself, moron. i’m not the one who’s been sneezing non stop despite suggesting to train in this weather. besides, that idiot is probably in the kitchen.”

tristan scoffs and rolls his eyes. he doesn’t need to be told who ‘that idiot’ is; he knows it you. he finds it odd that lancelot refers to you in such a condescending way despite his apparent fondness of you. he guesses that’s just how he is.

lancelot cuts their sparring session short and quickly heads over to your house. to his dismay, he does see you cooking from the window. sighing, he opens the front door, and with no warning, a metal mixing bowl is thrown straight at him. he ducks, whipping his head to you with a flabbergasted look as the bowl lands outside with a loud clatter.

“dammit, woman, what the fuck was that for?”

“i thought you were an intruder…” you mutter apologetically. “why’re you here anyway? weren’t you supposed to be busy training today?” you usher him inside, going to get a spare towel to dry him off.

“i got the feeling you were doing something stupid.”

“what? the only thing i’m doing is literally just baking. what the hell are you talking about?”

“exactly my point. you’re shit at cooking and baking.”

“am not!”

“are too.”

“am not– oh, shit, the cookies!”

he shakes his head in disbelief. seriously, could you not go a day without almost burning down something? this is why he’s banned you from the kitchen.

he watches as you frantically hurry about looking for your oven mitts and when you do find them and pull out the cookies, they’re a little charred. “see what i mean? you’re shit at this.”

your bottom lip juts out in a pout. “it doesn’t look that bad.. besides, i followed the recipe, so it should be fine.”

lancelot takes one cookie and examines it. he bites into it and shakes his head again. “it’s over stirred and way too salty. the chocolate chips didn’t melt well either. you wasted a lot of ingredients.”

your shoulders slump. despite the truth in his words, his blunt dismissal of your hard work causes you to feel bad. you’d made a lot of cookies to take to him.

lancelot notices the drop in your mood and sighs lowly. he walks closer to you, patting your back. “hey, it’s fine. not everyone is good in the kitchen.”

his attempts to lift your spirits are futile, and he smacks himself internally. “hey, c’mon, i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” his arm wraps around your waist. “you know i didn’t mean it that way.”

you’re slightly appeased by the physical contact, but still down. lancelot breaks away from the hug and goes to wash up the bowls that you’d used, and also retrieved the one that was still laying outside in the rain from your earlier assault. he looks the recipe and gets out the necessary ingredients.

“c’mere, sweet girl,” he beckons you over and you begrudgingly oblige.

“i’ll teach you how to bake these in exchange for your forgiveness. how does that sound?”

you sniffle but nod anyway. lancelot pats your hip and the both of you get to baking. he makes sure to walk you through the steps and aides you in stirring the batter, making sure that it’sthe right consistency.

“chocolate chip or plain?”

“..chocolate chip..”

lancelot can’t help but smile at your mumbled response. while he puts the cookies in the oven, you decide to make hot chocolate for the both of you. you add in minimal sugar but a lot of milk with just a few marshmallows, just the way he likes it.

whilst waiting for the cookies, the both of you clean up in silence and occasionally take a sip from your beverages. and about twenty five minutes later when the cookies are golden brown and crispy, lancelot takes out the cookies, leaving them to cool off for a bit.

“they smell good..” you murmur. lancelot chuckles, pecking your cheek. “i’m glad you think so. here, try one.”

he holds a cookie up to your lips and when you take a bite, you can’t help but melt.

“good, huh?” he grins smugly.

“yeah.”

the rest of the day is spent with the both of you cuddled up by the window, fast asleep. the cookies and your hot chocolate are gone. maybe you should bake more often– with lancelot’s help of course.

[bullet-prooflove]

Anything That Truly Matters: Max Bankman x Tristan Silva x Reader

Tagging: @burningpeachpuppy @kmc1989 @ilariyalavorowrites @the-girl-who-used-to-write @i-wish-i-had-an-accent

Companion piece to:

The Photographer

It’s five in the morning when you creep into your cabin, exhausted from a night spent editing and organising pictures. Your eyes feel like they’re trying to burn their way out of their sockets and you’re filled with a sense of exhaustion that makes every step momentous. You can’t even be bothered to undress by the time you collapse onto the mattress because all you want to do is sleep.

You’re just starting to drift off when you hear the door open and two pairs of footsteps padding across the carpet.

Max and Tristan.

You usually return to your own cabin instead of Max’s after a formal night so you don’t wake the either of them. You know they have a long day with Wellness Week amping up and they both need their beauty rest.

“I love you both dearly.” You mumble into the pillow as you feel Max’s gentle hand on your ankle removing your shoes. “But I’m not up for any fun right now.”

“We know my love.” Tristan’s lips ghost over your ear as he draws down the zipper of your jumpsuit. “We’re here to take care of you.”

They undress you together, Max’s teasing fingers guiding the fabric from your body,  Tristan’s tender kisses lingering on your skin as his hands ghost over your flesh, warming it against the cold chill in the air.

The scent of patchouli floods your system. Max’s rich woody undertone mixed with the zest of Tristan’s fresh citrus as one of their t-shirts is draped over you, the material hugging your form.

“Come on baby.” Max whispers against your lips as he pulls back the sheets. “Let’s get you under the covers.”

Tristan’s already guiding you back down onto the mattress and you sigh contently as Max tucks the sheets in around you, enveloping you in a cocoon of comfort. His hand runs lightly over your hair as your breath starts to even out, your muscles relaxing.

“Tristan will be back to check on you in a while.” He murmurs and you grumble your acknowledgement, burying your face even further into the pillow.

It’s outside of the room that Tristan confronts Max because it’s usually the two of them that check in on you, that climb into bed alongside you for a nap or a little play before you disappear for another busy evening.

“I know what you’re doing.” He says with his hands on his hips as they stand close together in the corridor, their voices low. “You’re starting to pull away from her.”

“No, I’m…” Max sighs, his palm rubbing over the nape of his neck. “The two of you haven’t had much time together recently and I want you to have that, to enjoy it in case…”

In case you do choose to leave.

“Max…” Tristan chides with a mirthless smile. “You can’t kid a kidder. I know this has to be breaking your heart, it’s breaking mine too but if you start to draw away from us, from her, you’re going to risk losing something wonderful, something that only comes around once in a lifetime.”

Max swallows hard against the ache in his chest. He spent an awful long time alone during his COVID isolation, his world was just one room, no human contact. It feels like that when he considers a life without you, without Tristian. A world devoid of colour, without joy.

“I love the two of you so much.” He finds himself telling Tristan as he looks into his eyes, his own stinging with emotion. “I don’t want to think about…”

He can’t bring himself to say the words, he knows that Tristan understands. He’s the only other person alive that could.

“I know it hurts.” Tristian whispers, his palm coming to rest on the space where Max’s heart resides, his thumb tracing tiny circles over the fabric of his shirt. It’s a gesture that soothes Max, that brings him back to the present when he goes back to that time, before you, before Tristan.  “Anything that truly matters always does.”

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Behind the Garden Wall

Oneshot | T | Tristan x oc!Adam | 2253 words

tags: fluff | some angst | star crossed lovers? trope | gay panic

ao3

A secret fling, and discovering a new thing or two the year before Tristan came into his magic. Just another muggle summer.

“Why are you pacing like that?” Alexander’s teacup clattered against the table as he set it down. “Bloody hell, could you stop? It’s annoying.”

Tristan couldn’t be bothered. Annoying his eldest brother was rather low on his list of concerns at the moment. His steps wound back around to the towering panes of the upstairs parlor, and he risked another glance into the garden below. The landscaper’s son—who’d been aiding his father over the course of the summer—locked eyes with him instantly. The stupid boy seemed to always know exactly where Tristan was, especially when he didn’t want to be seen.

He had to be a year older, right? Maybe two? Tristan had been intentionally avoiding him. He knew nothing beyond his name being Adam and that he was absolutely stunning. He hadn’t even particularly cared about the boy’s presence until this morning. 

That bloody dream. Tristan stopped chewing at his nail, instead pressing a finger to his lip subconsciously at the memory. He wasn’t sure if he was bothered more that he’d had such a risque dream about a gardener or a boy. Either way, he’d be quick to fall out of his father’s good graces (if he was ever there to begin with.)

Adam shot him a sweet smile, paired with an inconspicuous little wave. It sent a jolt up Tristan's spine, and his eyes widened at his own reaction. He turned on his heel, darting back toward his brother and draining his cup of tea. When had his throat gone so dry?

Alexander stared, bewildered. “What is wrong with you right now?”

“Nothing,” Tristan said quickly. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

The chair scraped the floor—in a manner that would likely cause their mother to faint—as Alexander stood and strode toward the window. He seemed baffled for a moment.

“There’s nothing down there. Just Simon and…” Alexander trailed off. “Why does Simon’s boy keep looking up here?”

Shrugging, Tristan poured himself another cup and continued his pacing. “They’re nice windows.”

-ˋˏ ༻❀❀❀༺ ˎˊ-

Over the next week, Tristan managed every excuse under the sun to find himself in the garden. It was a quick jaunt around the fountain and back at most. The walks quelled the impulsive need to further explore his curious—and concerning—new thoughts. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was getting out of it or if he was hurting himself rather than helping. Tristan had never even spoken to Adam—but not for lack of trying. His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth every time he passed the blonde.

Adam greeted him the same way that day as he had all the others before—a simple ‘Young Master Alvarez,’ coupled with a dazzling smile. Tristan nodded in response and carried forward as usual. He smiled back, right? He couldn’t remember.

Seated on the edge of the fountain, Tristan pulled a book from his satchel—an excuse to linger this time—and thumbed through till he found where he’d left off. He was awful at remembering a bookmark, and his father would strike him down had he even thought to crease the corner of the page.

A glimpse around found Adam tending a flowerbed a short distance away, pale green eyes already trained on Tristan. The boy flushed red as the carnations below him and hurriedly fixed his sights back on his task. Tristan ducked his head toward his novel and bit down on his lip, stifling the smile threatening to split his face. The fluttering in his gut set his nerves on end. 

The pair frequently caught each other’s gaze near the fountain for days after. Tristan never finished his book.

-ˋˏ ༻❀❀❀༺ ˎˊ-

Every day, the same greeting, the same gorgeous smile. He made sure to smile back.

Tristan shuffled where he sat against the fountain. He’d finally reached the final few pages of the novel he’d been so diligently neglecting, and he was determined to finish it before lunch. It was a good book, truly. He’d just had a terrible habit of finding entertainment elsewhere as of late.

After nearly two weeks, Tristan’s fingers finally won the opportunity to turn to the final page. Just in time, as well, seeing as it was nearly lunch. A beat later, a pair of worn, dirt-spotted boots stepped into view, startling Tristan from the final paragraph. He glanced up toward a halo of blonde curls reflecting the high-noon sun and pastel green eyes not quite looking him in the face.

“Young Master?” Adam wrung his hands behind his back.

“You can call me Tristan,” he blurted. “Away from prying ears, that is.”

“Okay—Tristan,” Adam repeated with a nervous smile. Lord Almighty, but his name sounded lovely from that boy’s mouth. “I have something I’d like to show you, if that’s alright?”

Tristan blinked owlishly. “Alright,” he said hesitantly, slipping the book back into his satchel and standing to trail behind Adam. Their trek took them further into the garden, past the walls of the secluded portion his mother was having redone. The portion that was currently off limits.

It was coming along well, truthfully. Flora lined the walls, stretching up into the pergola overhead in a wonderful array of color. A small smile played at his lips as he took in the rich, earthy scent. “Why the sneak peek? I’m not supposed to be in here, you know.” Tristan asked dubiously.

“I know, I’m sorry. I just…wanted to show you. I thought you might enjoy it.” Adam grinned sheepishly. “We won’t get caught—everyone steps away for the lunch hour. It’s only us here.”

‘It’s only us here.’ Tristan swallowed hard, his mouth uncomfortably dry. “Ah—right.”

Adam stepped closer—much closer—and opened his mouth to speak before snapping it shut once more and putting his hands on his hips. His brow furrowed as he attempted to work out what he wanted to say. Tristan hadn’t noticed before just how much taller Adam was, but he certainly noticed it as he was staring up at him now.

Standing this close, in fact, Tristan could also see a light smattering of freckles under the mild, but ever-present, sunburn across his nose. He could see just how long his pale lashes were—long enough to brush the tops of his cheeks with each slow blink. It took everything in him not to stare as Adam’s tongue dipped out to wet his lips.

“Am I presuming too much?” Adam asked finally, his voice low.

Tristan frowned, not quite following. “I suppose that depends on what you’re presuming.”

With a soft hum, Adam brought his hands up, brushing his thumbs along Tristan’s jaw. “That maybe you wonder how my lips taste as much as I do yours,” he rasped and leaned closer, brushing their noses together.

The air left Tristan’s lungs so fast he thought he might be faint. He was on his toes in an instant, closing the space between them and sealing Adam’s lips against his own. Tristan clung desperately to the front of his shirt, knuckles white and head spinning.

Both gasped for air as they broke apart—Adam attempting to give chase as the heels of Tristan’s feet hit the ground once more. He laughed breathlessly and kissed the tip of Tristan’s nose. His smile was so sweet, Tristan thought he might cry.

“Well?” Adam looked at him expectantly.

Mind still a bit fuzzy, Tristan only looked up at him questioningly. A mischievous grin crept across Adam’s face. “Did I taste as good as you hoped?” he asked, tracing a finger along the curve of Tristan’s lip.

Dear God, this boy was trying to kill him. “Better,” he giggled.

“We should sneak you back out of here,” Adam sighed after a moment. “I promised we wouldn’t get caught.”

Caught. The reality of what just happened began to settle over Tristan in harsh clarity. “Yes. Right.”

-ˋˏ ༻❀❀❀༺ ˎˊ-

“You’re late,” Adam chastised heatlessly.

“Yes, yes. I know.” Tristan was already falling into the grass and tucking himself into the boy’s side with their meal in tow.

They’d spent the last three weeks sneaking back to their hideaway during the lunch hour, sprawled out under the pergola. Some days were spent talking endlessly, baring their souls to one another and swapping stories. Other days, they simply basked in each other’s presence, sharing quiet kisses and soft whispers.

Still munching on the last bite of his sandwich, Adam stretched out onto the lawn, tugging a giggling Tristan down with him. “I realized I never asked you,” he started, swallowing the bite and propping himself onto an elbow. “How was that book?”

Perplexed, Tristan shook his head slowly. “What book?”

“The one you kept bringing to the fountain,” Adam chuckled. “You finished it, yeah?”

Tristan frowned. “Oh. No, I actually haven’t.”

“What? Why?” Adam’s brow furrowed, confused. “Weren’t you on the last page?”

Why, indeed?

It was just one paragraph, yet he couldn’t seem to bring himself to finish the damned thing. If he was honest with himself, he’d acknowledge it was because he’d come to associate the book with Adam. With this. With the fact that it will all inevitably come to an end. With the way his heart will break when it’s all said and done.

Tristan had no interest in being honest with himself.

“I’ve been rather preoccupied,” he answered, quirking a brow at Adam.

“For an hour a day,” Adam snorted. “You could’ve finished it by now.”

“I don’t think you’re accounting for the rest of my free time, which is entirely consumed by thinking of you,” Tristan chided. “You are actually incredibly distracting.”

It almost seemed wrong, seeing such a devilish grin plastered across such an angelic face—heaven above, did Tristan love it. He could feel his pulse rising rapidly with each bit more that Adam pressed into his body. 

“May I distract you further?” his breath ghosted Tristan’s lips.

“Please.”

Fingers intertwined, Adam pressed Tristan’s hands into the grass above him and locked him in a searing kiss. He swung a leg over to seat himself properly against Tristan’s hips, exploring the boy’s mouth greedily when he gasped in surprise and swallowing every noise that followed.

“Tristan?” a voice called out from opposite the wall.

Saliva trailed between the pair as they broke apart. Eyes wide, they desperately scrambled away from each other. Alexander rounded the corner and slowed his pace, glancing between Adam and Tristan—who looked very much separated, and very much guilty.

“There…you are.” Alexander frowned, clicking his tongue and hiking his hands onto his hips. “Huh.”

“Damn it all. I suppose I owe Theo fifty after all,” Alexander grumbled.

Tristan was already on the brink of tears. Or perhaps vomiting. He couldn’t even look at Adam, knowing he’d be in significantly more trouble than himself. His head was spinning, trying to decide the best excuse he could fabricate to—

“You—” Tristan blinked, vexed by the response. “What?”

Alexander rolled his eyes with a huff. “Theo insisted you fancied boys. I told him he was full of it. He bet me fifty, I took the challenge.” He narrowed his eyes. “And now you owe me fifty.”

If he weren’t already crying, Tristan might’ve laughed. His brother already knew there was something wrong with him—so assuredly that he’d been willing to bet on it. Lovely. A hushed sob escaped him, and his fists clenched at his side. What was he even supposed to say to that?

“Tristan, you look terrified.” Alexander’s face softened as he eyed both of them. “I’m not going to tell anyone. I couldn’t possibly.” Adam remained silent, moving to wrap his hands around Tristan’s. Alexander watched with a small, reassuring smile. 

“Look, we can speak more later. Mother is home early. I’ll keep her occupied, and you can finish your…lunch,” Alexander gestured vaguely to the empty meal container abandoned on the lawn. He shook Adam’s hand quickly and clapped him on the shoulder before dismissing himself back to the estate.

The garden was still for a long moment in his brother’s absence.

 “I…I was ready to go down in flames for you just now.” Adam pulled Tristan close and cupped his cheeks in his hands, eyes roaming his face with fierce intensity. “I was ready to shoulder the blame and not think twice,” he whispered, sounding almost shocked.

Tristan laced his fingers through Adam’s and kissed his wrist. “I wouldn’t have let you.”

-ˋˏ ༻❀❀❀༺ ˎˊ-

The last week of August. Tristan had been dreading the impending doom of it for weeks, willing it away. It came anyway.

In the evening, before his departure, Adam snuck away with him. One last passionate kiss—one last stolen moment—tucked away behind the wall in the garden.

He’d spent the past half hour staring from the parlor window into the garden. Quiet and still, aside from the late summer breeze shuffling a few leaves. Simon would be back come morning. Ten O'clock, on the dot. It never mattered much to him before, and now it frustrated him.

Blinking back the fresh set of tears threatening to fall, Tristan finally pulled his gaze from the garden and skimmed the room lazily. His eyes landed on that damned book, sitting on the table nearest the window. He seated himself, pulling the book toward him and flipping to the last page. 

Tristan read the last paragraph slowly, deliberately, imprinting it into the memory of the summer as he had the rest of the book. A book in which the protagonist never once told his sweetheart how he felt—knowing one day they’d be separated.

And in that last line, a thought, never spoken aloud.

‘My dear, I love you.’

[mauve-ic]

Ok so, a week ago I made a post saying I would maybe do a redesign of Lancelot. Here it is, a bit failed because I had an exam week in the last 7 days so don't pay attention to Lancelot, less than failed, face.

First of all, I made him have an undershirt because my poor baby must be so cold in winter. It was gifted by Tristan who had the same reasoning as me. It's a white shirt with long sleeves, with little details in red on the arms. The wings drawing and details are made with silver strands ( in one of the books of the Arthurian Legend, I think it was in Tristan and Iseult, we can see a character sewing a piece of their own hair into the thread they're using for embroidery. I think it would add to their closeness if Tristan do it.) The drawings on the back are to symbolise his mother's side ( and because it's extremely funny to me to have a sort of coquette undershirt when the whole style is badass as f ).

I didn't put the buttons on his sweatshirt because it didn't make any sense to have any. Other than that I didn't change anything.

I made him have a blue collar like in his fox self because I thought it was cool to have it but I didn't know where it was coming from.

Of course FANGS. He has a fox appearance, his father has fangs, so I want him to have some too. Again with his father's genes, he's tall, very tall, 2m02 at least.

Now to the technical alterations.

We cannot see it clearly but I made him have arm protections on the interior of his (usual) spot for arrows. On both arms because he should be able to use his bow in both ways since he learnt to be ambidextrous.

I made him have a sort of glove to protect his fingers while pulling on the string of his bow, it's a protection we use nowadays but even before I think. Something we only use now ( still I think because I'm not an historian but I didn't find any information on it, maybe because I only know the name of it in french, but even when I looked up archery accessories it didn't pop up so if anyone knows what it's called in English please tell me), it's a little string which attach to your index finger and your thumb so even if you let go of your bow ( which you're supposed to do while pulling on the string), you don't lose it. Again, I made him have both on both hands since he should be able to shoot in both ways.

His fox self ( even if we can't really tell here ) is really red, and he looks more like a fox and bigger. I didn't change that his eyes are closed, because I don't want another look at this nightmare which is a fox with human eyes ever again.

To finish, I'm going back to the undershirt. The little details on the sleeve are just a decorative choice. But the ribbons have a purpose, still to make it look coquette but also to make the shirt more fitting. If I learnt one thing with my 6 years of archery is that you shouldn't be shooting an arrow if you're wearing baggy clothes: a dress, a sweater, a little too big shirt, it will have a risk of getting stuck in the string. Even more if you don't shoot with both feet on the ground and with a good position. Lancelot does stunts and acrobatics all the time, it would be more likely to happen to him than me or any other archer now. I made the ribbons longer to be able to see it but he would probably just stick it in his trousers to not be bothered by it. I see Lancelot as someone very practical: he has the same clothes from 6 years ago, he has nothing else on him than practical things like incantation orbs or weapons. In my headcanons, it would be the liones royal family who would take care of him while he searches for Jericho and Dubs, to remind him he is still a kid even if he has responsibilities.

Please notice me if there is anything wrong or if you have something to add because I didn't re read myself and I would love to talk to someone about a subject I like (:

[joseopher]

The Atlas Six Halloween Headcannons👻

Nico

Loves decorating the apartment

Still goes tricker-treating as an adult

ADORES CANDY

He has the goofiest costumes

WANTS THE OTHER ATLAS SIX TO GO TRICKER-TREATING WITH HIM🥺

(even if it means he has to use ✨extreme force✨)

Gideon has to put a limit on how much candy he's allowed because otherwise, he'll get an INTENSE sugar rush and his powers will threaten to bring down the city

However, when Nico does get sugar rushes, afterwards the chaos he gets really tired and woozy from all the magic he used and he curls up with Gideon, mumbling about how much he loves him

Gideon always excuses this by thinking that Nico is just dazed so it obviously doesn't mean anything

But if Gideon occasionally lets Nico break the sugar limit...who can blame him🤷

Libby

Does not go tricker-treating and thinks Nico is a child for doing so

She does dress up in very casual costumes

Mostly spends her Halloween studying but oh...this year Nico ropes her into his shenanigans because he wants to see her

...

I mean, wants to see her suffer (lying)

She likes dark chocolate PROVE ME WRONG!!!'

She steals all of Nico's chocolate in revenge after he bothers her

(Nico holds a funeral for his chocolate, it is very sad)

Parisa

She uses Halloween as an opportunity to go to exclusive parties filled with the richest of guests and seduce them, both for chaos and money

Somehow has invitations to every gala and celebration

This becomes more difficult when the other Atlas Six (Nico) are intent on following her around like puppies (it's really just Nico) because they think they should all trick or treat together (Nico please, she's trying to be edgy and mysterious)

Reina

She is not doing anything for Halloween fuck off

Oh? Whose this?

Why it's Nico, of course! And what's this with him?

Oh! His big sad puppy dog eyes.

And his ability to chant please until she goes tricker-treating with him

Tristan

Slams the door in Nico's face

Locks the door

Bolts the door

Puts a chair in front of the door

He is not going to do something fun, he needs to brood

One explosion and a plastic set of vampire teeth later, Tristan is trudging behind Nico on this fantastic Halloween night.

Callum

@asimplesweettart said this Callum headcanon on the ta6 discord and I thought IT WAS PERFECT, so naturally I had to include it~

Nico comes to Callum's door, Callum opens it before he can knock

Oh, Nico wants to go tricker-treating? Why, of course, Callum will come, it sounds delightful.

No, he doesn't need a costume, he's already in one. Don't you see it?

No? Pity.

(Callum's costume was the clothes he wore the day that Tristan tried to kill him)

(He is pretending he is totally fine but he actually feels like he might throw up so hopefully Tristan will have the same reaction. Peak Halloween Festivity💖)

[u2fangirlie-blog]

Good Omens Aziraphale's Sad Bastard Breakup Playlist

After the breakup, Aziraphale has a new job in heaven, having taken Gabriel’s vacant position. Aziraphale is haunted by sad music reminding him of his time with Crowley. The songs are dramatic, tragic, melancholic, angry, wistful, romantic, and sentimental. How does he listen to music at his new job in the head office? Are material objects allowed? Does he keep a secret stash of tea, cake, and records and a phonograph player in his office? Does he have a celestial radio that can tune in Earth radio stations? Does he sneak off to Earth to hang out in record shops and bookstores? Or more dramatically and emotionally torturously, does he remember every note, every nuance, every feeling, of every song and replay them in his mind? He's stuffing his face with angel food cake and tea while crying and listening to sad bastard songs and hiding from Michael and the Metatron.

See note after list on song selection process.

Songs include:

“Lacrimosa” – Mozart, Requiem in D Minor, Vienna Mozart Orchestra

“Commendatore” – Mozart, Don Giovanni, Amadeus film soundtrack

“Ja, tot katoramu vnimala” – Rubenstein, The Demon, Nicolai Ghiaurov

“D’amour l’ardente flemme” – Berlioz, The Damnation of Faust, Maria Callas

“Liebestod” – Wagner, Tristan and Isolde, Waltraud Meier

“Ach ich fuhls” – Mozart, The Magic Flute, Gundula Janowitz

“Thy hand, Belinda … When I am laid in earth” – Purcell, Dido and Aeneas, Janet Baker

“E lucevan la stelle” – Puccini, Tosca, Placido Domingo

“Celeste Aidia” – Verdi, Aida, Mario Lanza

“Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekommen” Mahler, Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau

“Der Wanderer” – Schubert, Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau

“Love is a Plaintive Song” – Gilbert and Sullivan, Patience, D’Oyly Carte Opera Company

“I am a Courtier Grave and Serious” – Gilbert and Sullivan, The Gondoliers, D’Oyly Carte Opera Company

“The Gentleman is a Dope” – Rodgers and Hammerstein, Allegro, Blossom Dearie

“A Hymn to Him” – Lerner and Lowe, My Fair Lady, Rex Harrison

“Could I Leave You?” – Sondheim, Follies, Alexis Smith

“We Do Not Belong Together” – Sondheim, Sunday in the Park with George, Bernadette Peters and Mandy Patinkin

“On My Own” – Schonberg, Les Misérables, Frances Ruffelle

“As Long as He Needs Me” – Bert, Oliver, Judy Garland

 “Stranger in Paradise” – Wright and Forest, Kismet, Richard Kiley and Doretta Morrow

“A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square” – Sherwin and Maschwitz, Vera Lynn

“Night and Day” – Porter, The Gay Divorcee, Ella Fitzgerald

“I’ve Got You Under My Skin” – Porter, Born to Dance, Shirley Bassey

“Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered” – Rodgers and Heart, Pal Joey, Sarah Vaughan

“They Can’t Take That Away From Me” – Gershwin, Shall We Dance, Fred Astaire

“Mon Deu” – Dumont and Vaucaire, Edith Piaf

“Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien” – Dumont and Vaucaire, Edith Piaf

P.S.: Aziraphale likes Les Mis because it reminds him of that time Crowley rescued him from the Bastille. Don't tell anyone. It's a big secret.

P.P.S.: “Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered” reminds him of the time he and Crowley got drunk in the backroom at the bookshop the day the anti-Christ was delivered to Earth. Basically, this song reminds him of every time they went out for drinks or stayed in and drank.

P.P.P.S.: “I am a Courtier Grave and Serious” was the song Aziraphale planned to play when trying to tempt Crowley into learning the gavotte. It reminds him of the ball in the bookstore when he finally danced with Crowley.

P.P.P.P.S.: “Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien” is as close as Aziraphale can get to telling the world and Crowley to eff off. He has no more effs to give. Or at least he’s trying to convince himself he no longer gives a f***. He’s going off to his new job at the head office and Do Good.

Note on song selection:

I selected songs that thematically fit with the relationship between Aziraphale and Crowley. I think the songs tell a story of Aziraphale’s struggle to reconcile his conflicted motivations. They reflect Aziraphale’s fears and desires. He fears being hauled off to hell for disobedience. He fears Crowley’s death and being alone in the world. He desires to be emotionally intimate with Crowley. (Dare he risk physical intimacy with Crowley?) He feels self-righteously indignant, but he’s soft and squishy and weepy and misses his best friend.

I don’t have much knowledge of opera or musical theater, but I have some experience with choir and solo performance. I did a lot of research into opera, art songs, musicals, showtunes, and standards to create a playlist on YouTube. Selections were based on availability, popularity, and sound quality. My big question was whether or not Aziraphale is a strict originalist or if he likes different versions of songs. In some places, I chose newer versions over original versions due to the sound quality of the recordings. I tried to keep selections accessible to a wide audience with varying degrees of musical knowledge. You may not like my choices, so your mileage may vary. You can make your own playlist.

You can listen to it on YouTube.

[overlyimmersed]

What exactly does this fandom, or fandom in general, have against platonic relationships?

This is such a dead horse to beat, but I'm pretty irritated right now and I just... can't help it...

Everyone is one about Tristan and Lance for no god damned reason! Lance wanting to be ambidextrous doesn't prove shit, ok?

and even if it does prove that he admires and cares about Tristan. That DOES NOT make it romantic in nature.

Why do I care, though? People are allowed to ship what they want right?

Yes, they are. The trouble is all the "IT'S CANON" tags I'm seeing because this one stupid ass panel that proves nothing!

Why does it bother me? Because. I'm aromantic. And this assumption, as it pops up in every Mercy forsaken media fandom on this Mercy forsaken planet, just feels like massive erasure.

I don't think either Tristan or Lancelot are aromantic. I don't headcanon them as such myself either. I don't do that dumb ass projection crap. I don't see other aros in these characters.

What I do see, is relationships like my own. My platonic relationship have always been very intense. This "I'd do anything for you" "you're my other half" kind of friendship is how I feel about my friends. When I connect with someone I want me and that person to be inseparable. I want us to be part of each other. I want that special destiny-bound, one heart in two bodies kind of friendship you only see in anime. And my feeling are 100% NOT romantic. And I have ALWAYS felt this way. I didn't always know what it was. I was born in 1994. But I've always felt it and it was so hard to figure out.

Automatically assume intensity equals romantic feelings totally invalidates everything I feel and everything I am and its just boils my blood!

I don't usually say anything. I know people have a right to interpret media in whatever way speaks them. I know people are allowed to ship whatever they want, project whatever they want. I know that, and I accept it. EXCEPT WHEN THEY START CALLING IT FACT.

Have your headcanons. Have your AUs. But unless it's explicitly stated/shown in the media, or by the creator, IT'S NOT CANON.

And platonic relationships CAN be very intense. The intensity of a feeling does not define it's nature.

[moltolavoro]

❛  no matter what i choose, someone i care about is going to get hurt.  ❜

❛ you’re not choosing, max. you’ve chosen. it’s fairly obvious to everyone who isn’t you. ❜ tristan doesn’t look up from where he’s typing out his reports, keyboard loud in the quiet of the office. he doesn’t care to look at max right now — not after everything that’s happened. ❛ avery has never been the problem, and what you’ve had with avery never bothered you until i was involved. one woman, loud and clear. ❜

tristan can’t even pretend it doesn’t bother him — of course it does. it’s struck something bone deep in him that he can’t ignore, even slightly. avery might be open to more than one partner but ultimately tristan doesn’t think he’s a long term member of that roster, if history is anything to go by. max, on the other hand, is either not into men or specifically not into tristan, which is equally difficult. like tristan said - loud and clear. ❛ don’t worry doctor, i’m used to being a bit of fun. always the bridesmaid, never the bride. right where i belong. ❜

[bunji-enthusiast]

Can I request Tristan Liones and Lancelot with a fem reader who’s a giant and a huge foodie?

Absolutely! 👍🏻

Tristan Liones

This nephilim gets along with you very easily, as he does get along with most of his female friends better then people of the same gender as him. Though he finds it very cool you happen to be a giant, as you remind him of his aunt Diane. Tristan praises you very highly when he does speak with her, Diane is very amazed but also relieved to see that other races can still get along with Giants despite what happened in the past.

Tristan highly indulges in your habits as a foodie, and always suggests various restaurants and places he comes across as he thinks the food at each of these places are absolutely amazing. Though he always takes into consideration of that fact that you are a giantess, and tries to recommend such places he is completely sure of the fact they are friendly to giants.

He personally thinks that being a foodie is a completely normal thing, and does often join you on your food adventures. Tristan is always up for trying new things, virtually not a lot of things scare him, so he joins you every time when he can.

Sometimes he ends up riding on your shoulder, flying is fun for him too, but he likes riding on your shoulder so he can converse with you. Tristan can never hear the end of the latest food fads, he knows the latest information and about food itself all because of you, he thinks it pretty useful though for certain situations.

You and Tristan on certain days take time to yourselves to go out and enjoy yourselves, the very first place you go to though? The forests for hunting, you may be a foodie but you also enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, it is a reward. Tristan will never understand, but he likes to make it fun by racing you for how many animals you can hunt down.

Most likely you finish your; breakfast, lunch and dinner way before he does, you simply love it too much not to wait. You are patient however, waiting for him to be done so you can move on to the next thing in your day.

Though despite eating food as a hobby, you always saved the food you liked best for Tristan so you could offer him some to try. You always get a beaming grin and a thumbs-up in the end, you can't tell if it's just him being nice though.

Lancelot

It was in meeting you to be one of the unexpected things in his life so far, but he got used to you pretty quickly. Lancelot thought your hobby for food was very endearing, so he ends up taking a lot of your suggestions about restaurants and other recipes to heart, he always remembers them.

Somehow it becomes like clockwork, he actually somehow always has a snack for you if you mention that you are hungry (his ass does NOT do that for anyone else).

Despite your being as a giantess, it doesn't really bother Lancelot that you are. He thinks of you the same and normal he would anyone else, Lancelot knows full well how it feels. So he never brought it into question, just treating you the same.

Lancelot makes it a challenge always to race you for how many ingredients of live animals that you can gather whenever you come across a densely populated forest, you two always do this and it's become a thing of habit. Or more so something just for the two of you to do, a comfortable routine of familiarity.

Even if he doesn't express it, he thinks its really cool that you are a giant. Lancelot is envious that you can get somewhere quicker then he does in just a few steps, and even asks to ride on your shoulder from time to time. Albeit subtly however.

[mapplesand]

Morbid Minds character's list

(yes even the non important characters are here, everyone is here)

Main cast

Marco "Cruz" Klein-Valdez, born April 15th 2007 in Winchester, Virginia, his family moved back to Grundale, Connecticut in 2012.

He is 5'7, was diagnosed with ADHD at 8 and is bisexual.

Marco can only be described as a troubled teenager, he has anger issues and he's overall seen as weird and creepy for the way he dresses and acts. If you asked him, people are just overreacting and they're the weird one for not trying to be friendly to him, but he's actually not really friendly to anyone.

He gets into fight a lot and has been sent to the principal's office for fights, swearing and wearing inapproriate shirts. Even if he prides himself for not being a like everyone else, he suffers a lot from his loneliness and struggles with self hatred. He's aware that he's being a moron to people but thinks no one would like him anyway, so why bother ?

Marco is also a guy with a bad case of toxic masculinity, as the story goes he learns that crying doesn't make him weak or that his attraction to men isn't a bad thing. His violent demeanor is a direct consequence of that mindset, he also hates his father for making him like this because he was always shamed when expressing any kind of emotion beside anger.

Sadly, he also have a fucked up relationship with sex in a way that makes him sound like a creep most of the time. This part of him is mostly witnessed by Tristan who kind of has to pull him out of his weird habits (and has to suffer everything he has to say regarding this topic)

-his favorite movie is John Wick

-he often tries to make Tristan watch fucked up movies like Cannibal Holocaust

-his favorite anime is Death Note and his favorite manga is Flower of evil

-he doesn't speak tagalog but does speak a bit of german (however he knows swear words in both)

-he had an hyperfixation on WWII in middle school and still has books about it

-his twitter name is "Manic Masturbator 1999"

-his celebrity crush is Keanu Reeves, but he denies it everytime someone brings it up

Marco's character intro

Marco's playlist

Marco's clothes

Marco's redflag list

Tristan Lambert, born February 23rd 2007 in Grundale, Connecticut.

He is 6'4, was diagnosed autistic at 11 one year after his mother died and is gay.

Tristan is a rather reserved individual who tends to blend in with people despite his height. He has a hard time making friend because he never really understood how to talk to people growing up and also because he spent most of his middle school years having selective mutism and depression.

He had a tendency to forget others can perceive him because he's so used of being a nobody that he doesn't understand why someone would remember him. He would rather ignore the things around him because otherwise it would make him anxious.

When unmasking, Tristan is a lot more talkative and even become more sarcastic. He often pokes fun at Marco especially if he's being openly stupid at something, he's also the only one who is actively smacking his head when Marco says something dumb, also because he knows he has some privileges around Marco that no one will ever have.

-he speaks with a french accent despite being a native english speaker, he also speaks french fluently

-he had a special interest on my little pony as a kid

-had an emo phase in middle school

-his gay awakening is Jeff the Killer when he was around 11-12, but truly it's probably Sunburst from My Little Pony when he was 9

-he's a furry

-he reads a lot of fanfiction and is the one introducing it to Marco

-One of his fictional crush is Eddie Munson from Stranger Things

-his favorite movie is Elephant

-he likes literature and poetry

Tristan's character intro

Tristan's playlist

Tristan's clothes

Joshua "Josh" Roberts, born November 5th 2006 in Grundale, Connecticut.

He is 5'11 and has a older brother named Logan (born 2003) in college.

Josh is part of the popular kids in their grade, he put a lot of effort in making himself likeable and nice looking, he goes along with pretty much anything even if it means being part of bullies. He's not proud of that but since he's not actively being mean to others, he thinks he gets a pass in his behavior.

In reality, Josh is a people pleaser who's scared of being alone, he does things that will make people like him so he'll always be part of a group. He wants to fit in so badly he'd rather represses what makes him weird in order to be with people he doesn't like than being himself and living hs own life. That would eventually lead him to identity crisis because he doesn't actually know who he is truly.

Despite him never publically making fun of people, he found himself clashing with Marco outside of school because he's envious of the fact that Marco is unapologetically being himself. He doesn't understand why the weird guy can openly say he hates everyone without fearing the consequences of his actions.

-he enjoys 80s mainstream music but would rather listen to what's popular on the radio at the moment

-he has guns in his bedroom's closet and his father is pro gun

-he frequently sleeps around when drunk and parties a lot

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Josh's character intro

Josh's playlist

Josh's clothes

Tyler Giesler, born January 1st 2007 in Sante Fe, Texas. His family moved to Grundale, Connecticut in 2021, right before he started high school.

He is 6'2, is autistic and has two younger sister : Lucille who is non verbal (7, born 2015) and Miley (1, born 2021)

Tyler is a pretty monotone and inexpressive guy, he doesn't talk that much unless people talk to him first. He's also pretty blunt and always says what's on his mind without taking into account people's feeling or the context.

He has an extensive knowledge about human psychology and tends to observe people, with that he knows a lot about others without having to talk to them and remembers a lot about them. He struggles with empathy and uses this knowledge as a way to counter his lack of empathy, recognising when people are sad or upset even if he doesn't necessarily understand why they would feel this way. He's pretty disconected with his own feelings too and often forgets to eat or to do basics task because he doesn't feel the need to do them.

This is why when he interacts with more people, he found himself acting as the main character of his own life who has to experience himself the things he previously thought were interesting to observe in others.

-He likes to make explosives and to build things

-He's been friend with Carmen since they were 8 and she was his only friend until he met Josh

-He has a southern accent only noticeable when he starts unmasking

-he's an artist and draws a lot in his free time

-his room is in the garage of his family house

-he's pretty open about everything he does even if it's not appropriate, he would probably change in front of Carmen for example

-Carmen is the first person he texts every morning, often calling her before school and after

Tyler's character intro

Tyler's playlist

Tyler's clothes

Secondary Characters

Klara "KKK" Klein, born September 11th 2008 in Newtown, Connecticut. She is Marco's cousin. She's 5'4, her father is Franz Klein who is the younger brother of Bernhard, Marco's father.

She's Marco number one hater as they were both forced of seeing each others during family gathering but they also were in the same middle school and now the same high school. They both have very strong personalities that keep clashing. In the end, they don't actually hate each others, she just thinks Marco should stop being a creep.

She's annoyed by a lot of things and doesn't seem to like much beside her friends and sports. If she's completely honest with herself, she's just scared of being judged by people and comes off as loud so people see her as confident.

-Marco nicknamed her "KKK" because her full name is Klara Kate Klein.

-she plays tennis

-she likes Taylor Swift

Klara's playlist

Klara's clothes

Kipley "Kip Seven" Mercado, born July 10th 2008 in Grundale, Connecticut. He's non binary and uses he/they, he also has a younger sister (10, born 2012) He's 5'1.

Kip is a self proclaimed agent of chaos, a kid who spent too much time on the internet but who couldn't be bothered by what people think of him. He's very clingy and when someone talks to him, he thinks that means they're friends and will probably follow them everywhere. He tends to be overly dramatic and theatrical, being pretty obviously a theater kids.

He's always friendly to people even if he knows he's annoying. People makes fun of him of his cringe behavior and crazy scene or colorful outfit.

-he likes early 2000s internet aesthetics

-he used to be known as the "cat girl" in middle school

-will scream in the hallways, this is a threat

-has a lot of strange earrings

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Kip's playlist

Kip's clothes

Carmen Diaz, born in 2007 in Santa Fe, Texas from an afro-mexican family. She is Tyler's best friend. She's 5'7.

Carmen is the opposite of Tyler, she's talkative and speak her mind freely, often mocking people around her and teasing them. She has friends outside of Tyler but stuck with him most of their time together because he was funnier to hang out with due to his strange behaviors. She always tries to find a way to make him react and but always fails because he's used to her being annoying.

-she was the one who wanted to try making something crazy (bombs) and it became a normal things for her and Tyler to do in their free time

-they used to sleep in the same bed during sleepovers

-she doesn't sleep much

-she knows too much about Tyler because he tends not to hide anything from her so she also tries to be as open about her life as he is with his

David Ostrovski, born in 2007 in New Haven, Connecticut. He has two mothers and was adopted, he's 5'9.

David is the extraverted nerd everybody knows about, he's smart and likes to be in charge of a lot of things which leads him to be the unofficial class representative of his grade.

-he's a speedrunner

-he's in the chess club with Tyler

-he was a boy scout

-he has ADHD

Ariane Faust, born in 2007 in Anchorage, Alaska. She's 6'1, she's also a trans girl.

Ariane moves to Connecticut in her sophomore year of high school and quickly meets David. She's a pretty calm girl who doesn't like raising her voice too much.

Brian Duncan, born in 2007 in Grundale, Connecticut. He has an older sister.

Brian is a friend of Josh and one of the popular guys, he's obnoxious and loud, not very smart but tends to still care about his friends. He's the main bully of Marco and later Tristan, but most importantly, the one behind the nickname "Cruz" that the whole school uses to talk about Marco.

Mason Smith, born 2007 in Connecticut.

One of Josh's friend, well it's complicated sometimes, he's a jock and one of the main bully along with Brian.

Kevin Nong, born in 2007 in New Jersey.

Usually follow Mason and Brian because he wants to be with the cool guys and get all the advantages of being with them. Flirts with Kelly and is a rival of Josh. Mostly target Tristan in his bullying and calls him the r-word.

Kelly Mcgee, born in 2007 in New Jersey.

She's Josh friend, well, girlfriend, well no that's still not it, situationship ? sex friend ? Even he doesn't know.

Courtney Garcia, born in 2007 in Grundale, Connecticut.

Friend of Kelly, flirts with Mason.

Maria Venturi, born in 2007 in Grundale, Connecticut. She was Marco's crush from childhood throughout middle school up until 8th grade. She's also the daughter of a neighbord's friend of Dalisay.

She was one of Marco's rare friends before high school, she stopped being friend with him around 8th grade because of how weird he was and because she didn't want people to get the wrong idea about them. He didn't took it well, flipped her off and told her he'd jerk off to her anyway (he regretted it like imediately after saying it but it was too late lol)

They meet again in their sophomore year, he tries to make peace with her with a handshake that she refused for obvious reasons. They do start speaking to each other again despite all that.

Richard "Rich" Brown, born in 2007 in Grundale, Connecticut.

Richard is in the same grade as everyone else, known loser and weeb, Brian calls him "Sticky hands" for various reasons but the most notable one is because he allegedly jerked it in class one day but keeps denying everything.

Families

Dalisay Valdez, born in 1974 in the Philippines, her family moved to the US in the state if California in 1989 when she was 15. She's 5'1 and has two younger brothers.

Dalisay would like to describe herself as a simple woman living a pretty normal life, she's an active member of the church in her neighborhood and is friendly towards everyone she meets.

Unfortunately, she is Marco's mother and her good image is forever linked with all the stupid things he does. She was always ready to face everything God would put in her way, especially with having to deal with a teenage boy, but she wasn't ready for this.

As an heavy catholic, Dalisay has to try to understand her troubled son who doesn't seem to be reasoned with so she has to pretend she doesn't see his hentais under his bed.

She is part of a mother of troubled teen support group were she often clashes with a woman called Becky. The more you know about Dalisay, the more you understand where Marco's temperament is from. Despite all of her best attempts, Dalisay has a lot of repressed anger that she's ashamed of, her whole life is a disapointement to her own mother and she was never enough.

Bernhard Klein, born in 1968 in West Germany (American occupation zone), his family moved to the US in 1974 when he was 6. He's 5'9 and has one younger brother (Franz Klein, born 1974) and one younger sister (Amelia Klein, born 1980)

Bernhard is not that much present in the story, as he is also not present in his own son's life despite living in the same house.

He's behind most of Marco's traumatic experience and toxic masculinity. He's a stoic man who was in the army, and never tried to connect with his son and if he did when he was a child, Marco would always mysteriously come back with a broken wrist.

Michael Lambert, born in 1982 in France, his family moved to the US in the state of Idaho in 1994 when he was 12. He is Tristan's father.

Michael was always a awkward man growing up, he never thought that being a single father would be so confusing.

For some reason, despite him not knowing anything, he still has the best relationship with his son out of every parents of the story. He simply tries his best and tries to be there for Tristan, often doing activities together like cooking, watching horror movies and going camping.

Jane "James" Anderson, born in 1983 in Idaho. She is Tristan's mother and died by suicide in 2017 at 34 when Tristan was 10.

Jane was always the oddball, her and Michael met in high school and were high school sweethearts. She was mostly known for her unpredictable personnality and somewhat reckless behavior during high school and then struggled a lot finding her place in an adult world. The world is mean to people who are different, and she couldn't handle it. Childbirth had been imbearable, she wanted to love her son the way every mother did, but she couldn't find the motherly side of her, everything just hurt instead.

Tristan remembers his mother fondly. Jane always tried to be there and would talk to him as if he was an adult, she used to call him "little stickbug".

Tristan often wondered if she was autistic just like him, and if she knew she wouldn't have felt so lost all her life.

Franz Klein, born in 1974, he's Bernhard and Amalia's brother and the father of Klara.

Amalia Klein, born in 1980, she's Bernhard and Franz younger sister and Klara and Marco's aunt. She has a son.

Scott Roberts, born in 1980, he's Josh and Logan's father.

Logan Roberts, born in 2003, he's Josh's older brother and is in college. He cut off his family.

Murry Giesler, born in 1976, he's Tyler's father.

Adelaide "Addie" Hart, born in 1988, she's Tyler's mother.

Lucille Giesler, born in 2015, she's Tyler's younger sister who's non verbal autistic.

Miley Giesler, born in 2021, she's Tyler's younger sister.

[avengersome]

Siegfried and Gerald

(Random thoughts on these two, including some s4 spoilers, below the cut)

Taking a general view, it’s hard to imagine two people less alike that Siegfried Farnon and Gerald Hammond. Siegfried is a loud vet with sporting inclinations, who thinks he’s good at DIY but isn’t. Gerald is an introverted seemingly unsporty man, who is great at hands on work but freaks out somewhat at things veterinary.

They do have similarities though.

The first is that their families mean the world to them. Gerald is happy to uproot to take care of his sister, and clearly worries greatly about her. Siegfried’s family may largely be found rather than blood, but he was willing to have his qualifications stripped to protect James, and proved he would do anything to look after Tristan.

The other, probably more clear, similarity is with Audrey. They are both clearly in love with her, and want her in their lives. But they were also both willing to let her go because they thought it was what she wanted. They both want to be with her, but they want her to be happy more.

It could also be argued that they’re both more interested in having her in their lives as a friend than they are at risking moving things forward romantically. Gerald tells her directly that he’s happy to be her friend, and he would never have made a move if she hadn’t. Siegfried admittedly is a little harder to read in this regard, because we haven’t got to a relationship (yet) between him and Audrey. But from Christmas 1938 it’s clear he’s starting to realise his feelings, and Christmas 1939 he may well have been about to tell her how he felt before she ran off. Siegfried is clearly a man who likes his routine and the status quo. We see that through his reaction to anybody new, and any changes to his house and business. So it’s fair to assume that if the status quo with Audrey is comfortable he might want to stick with it for as long as he can.

Where I am hoping they will now diverge with Audrey, is in making their true feelings known and fighting for her to stay with them. Gerald took a long time to really let her know how he felt, and he never really seemed to push forward at all with their relationship. She initiated the first two sets of kisses we see. He initiated the third, but only after she had made the decision to go with him, and he had asked her if that made them engaged. I would hope that, while being gentlemanly, Siegfried would be more of an initiator in their relationship, and he would make sure she knows how much he loves her throughout. I would also hope that when it comes to getting engaged he would make some decent effort in that regard, or at least make it romantic.

And then we come to Audrey’s reaction to both of them. She initiated the kisses with Gerald but very little else. She seems incapable of being straightforward and certain with him, whereas she can be easily with Siegfried. For example Gerald asks her if she’s sure about leaving, and she never answers him, whereas when Siegfried asks if she’s sure about staying she interrupts him in her eagerness to answer, and does so again when he asks if he’s taken her for granted.

The one time that really isn’t the case is with leaving them. She takes some considerable time, we can assume, before finally telling Siegfried she’s leaving, and even then she can’t tell him verbally. She writes it down and he guesses that she’s leaving him. But when she decides she can’t go with Gerald she seems to go straight to his door and tells him fairly easily.

She seems to accept Gerald’s statement that he and Rock will leave quickly, with very little concern beyond the immediate pang of sadness. However, when Siegfried does his best to make her feel like her leaving isn’t bothering him, that suggestion does seem to get to her.

So in conclusion to this long rambling diatribe, which may or may not make any sense, Siegfried and Gerald have their close similarities and stark differences. Both want Audrey to be happy, whether they end up happy themselves or not. But only one of them, when all is said and done, seems to make her truly contented.

[sennenpharaoh]

The Group Call

It had been a while since they all got in a group call together, the last time they were even in the same room was during the holiday. Not sure how Tristan and Yugi managed to even get Anzu to come over from New York but he was grateful to have spent the holidays with his friends.

Tonight, he had a special surprise to show them for their group call. Looking at the ring on his left hand, he was in the group call first, waiting for the others to show up. The first one to join him was...

"Alright, everything's good, permissions all set and-"

"Wait, what the fuck? Pharaoh? You're never here on time! And your camera is all set up too?! Uh... hi? This is new. Alright, might as well test your mic levels now while we wait for the other two."

Tristan was usually the first to show up, as he was the "tech support" for when something would be amiss during the group calls. Usually it was Atem because he knocked over a cord or something. At least this time he can make sure everything was running smoothly on his end before the others came in.

"Yea, by the way. What's it like having Rich Ass pay for half your shit? I saw that kitchen of yours, and there's no way you'd have the money to pay for that good of an appliance set."

"It's not like I had a choice. He said something along the lines of... not wanting me to burn the place down before he got a chance to defeat me... or something."

"Oh, for fucks sake, of course he'd say that."

"Hello, hello? Tristan, you hear me?"

And there was another familiar voice.

"I got you, though what time is it over there? It's gotta be late on your end, isn't it?"

"Please, I just got back from rehearsals, so I have a while before I gotta head off to-"

"Wait, Pharaoh? Ah, sorry. Atem? You're here... on time?" She leaned in closer to her camera. "Are you feeling well? Is the weather out there bothering you? Are you getting enough rest-"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Atem chuckled. "I just really wanted to see you guys again after the holidays, and... um... once Ai... Yugi comes in..." He got a little red in the face. "I have something to show you."

"Speaking of, I have to ask. You're close to him. Did you notice anything... off about Yugi?"

"You mean how he's starting to speak like his stuck up boss? Yea, I've noticed that too."

"Well, yea I guess. But that's not what I meant. I meant towards Atem. How he's acting all... formal and... different. Like, okay for example. You call him 'Yugi', not 'Aibou'. I'm not saying it's bad, but just... different. Is everything okay?"

"It's fine." Atem tried to reassure. "We had a bit of a talk once I came back, he and I, and... um... we agreed that since I'm here to live a life of my own, then that means I have an identity of my own, just as he has his own. It's... a long story that I'm sure you guys don't have the time for me to blab about, haha..." He paused for a little bit before continuing.

"It's... fine. We have our own separate identities, separate lives, so... it's better if we addressed it as such. We're still friends, of course, it's not like anything like that has changed. Just... how I address him. I am Atem, and A... Yugi is-"

"Sorry, am I late?"

The conversation was broken when another familiar voice entered the call. Without missing a beat (and to prevent the awkward silence of just talking about him) Tristan popped in to greet the new arrival.

"And look who arrives here last! Guess who beat you to the call this time?"

"Am I late? Oh, sorry, sorry. I've been busy with- ah, lemme get my camera on... there we go." There were sounds of fiddling with something before the camera feed popped on, showing Yugi on the other end.

"I just got back from a meeting and haven't gotten the chance to rest my eyes and-"

"On a Sunday?! Does Rich Ass have nothing better to do? Whatever. You're all set up here, all good to-"

"It's a video call between friends, Tristan, nothing to get all serious 'tech support' about. If I sound or look a little fuzzy, it's fine. Should I need you for my business calls, then I'll take it seriously."

"Alright, if ya say so. Anyway. Atem, you were so adamant on having our monthly group call now instead of at the end like we usually do. Did something happen?"

"I thought you'd say something like that, but... yea. I wanted you all to see something. I... um... have been seeing someone for the better part of half a year, and... um... Maybe it's best that I show you." He raised his left hand just enough so that his laptop camera was able to capture the golden ring on his left hand. "I'm... I'm engaged to him."

Silence. For a good thirty seconds.

Atem was worried that his feed was cut off, but before he could open his mouth to ask...

"EHHHHHHHHHHHHH?!"

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"...huh?"

Atem just blinked a bit from the reactions. "Not... at all what I was expecting, but..."

"Move it closer! Lemme see! Lemme see!" Anzu was the first to speak up, to which Atem obliged and moved his hand closer to the camera so that the group could all see the golden band on his finger. Immediately after which Anzu laughed. "Yup, that ring just screams Atem. It's perfect for you."

"God damn that's impressive." Tristan gave a whistle of surprise at the sight of the ring. "Guess the Colonel got smart and put a ring on it."

"Tristan, be nice."

"I am being nice! I met the guy, and he ain't half bad. Would like to see how good his shot is, though, if he's one of them military brats. That reminds me, how'd you two meet up, anyway? You work at a café and he's a big shot Colonel. Not exactly screams 'love at first sight' or anything."

"About that..." He was debating on whether or not to mention the whole "different dimension" thing, but then again the only one who might know or understand any of that... isn't even in the call. "We, ah... met at a lounge I frequent at. He and I would meet for drinks every now and then, and before I knew it we started talking and-"

"Alright, that's it." Tristan interjected. "Next chance I get I'm taking him to a 'normal people' bar, none of your fancy bougie lounge bullshit."

"Tristan!"

"What? If he's gonna marry our best friend, I wanna see what makes him tick! I wanna see what he's really about! Get to who he really is, yanno?"

"Oh my god, Tristan, you're going to scare him away if you do that."

"Please. If he's put off by hanging out with one of his fiancé's best friends at a regular baaaarrrr then he's so out of place in this here group."

"Oh for the love of..." Anzu sighed, but then noticed something. "Hey, Yugi. You haven't said anything. Everything okay?"

"Hmm? Oh. Yea, I'm fine."

"Well, what do you think? About Atem's ring?"

Yugi looked at the ring on his partner's Atem's hand, then let out a sad smile.

"I think it looks great on you." There was a small chuckle. "If he makes you happy, then I'm happy for you. He sounds like a great guy, so I'm glad you found someone. Congratulations, Atem."

The rest of the call was them simply small talking and making jokes, and by making joke it was mostly Anzu yelling at Tristan for making another off color joke. Eventually they all had other business, so they decided to start wrapping up the call.

"I'll see ya guys real soon, and Atem... you and I are going shopping the next time I come over there, and you are going to tell me everything about this Roy guy. Ok? I wanna meet the guy who managed to take our little Pharaoh away all to himself. I'm kidding! I wanna see if he's even better than you describe him! I got to go. Congrats again Atem!" She gave a wink as she disconnected.

"I'm needed at the factory tomorrow so I gotta get my z's in too. Call is all yours, you two. Just clean up after you're done~"

A long pause between all three right after Tristan's comment.

"No? Alright, fine. You two have your little chat or whatever. Buzz me if you need me." Tristan disconnected, leaving both Atem and Yugi as the only two in the call... which prompted another long pause.

Yugi was the first one to break the silence. "So... does he make you happy? Is he good to you?"

"Mmm-hmm. He's very patient and caring, and I love him dearly."

"Good. That's... that's a good thing. You found someone on your own that completes you, living the life you chose to live. I'm happy for you."

There was a pause before Atem spoke up. "You know... we don't have to limit ourselves to these group calls. You and I can... um... hang out. Spend some time together. Just like befor-"

"Between working under Kaiba and working on my game, and helping out Mom and Grandpa with the shop I've had little to no time for any of that. I had to dip out of a meeting early just to join this call."

"I'm... I'm s-"

"Don't. You wanted to announce a big moment that happened, so you were excited. If anything, that's on me to plan better. So don't start that. Look. You came back because you wanted to live the life you wanted, right? And you are. You should be happy for that. I am."

"But... I also came back to see you, Aib-"

"I told you, stop calling me that!" The shout that came from Yugi's end made both rooms silent. After about a few seconds Yugi composed himself and sat back down.

"Sorry. What I meant to say is... we both have our own lives to live now. I'm living mine, and you're living yours. You said it yourself, you wanted a life where you were no longer bound to anything, didn't you? The Puzzle is gone, that means we are no longer partners. We're just two separate people. We no longer live through each other anymore. We've had this talk already and we agreed on this. Okay?" A long pause before Yugi said one more thing to Atem.

"I'm glad he makes you happy. You deserve someone like that." He then disconnected the call.

"..."

Atem just stared at the screen... before disconnecting the call and closing the laptop himself.

[axewchao]

Felt like drawing Tristan (and his dear, sweet River) again! I took one look at an old picture of him, thought the phrase "Yoga Doggo," and my hand moved on its own =w=

Small design update; the idea of him just constantly winking/deliberately keeping one eye shut felt more and more stupid the more I thought about it, so now his eye's… well, it's gone. As in, "surgically removed" gone. Been gone since his Riolu days, and he's long since adapted to it.

As for why it's gone, it's because of glaucoma; his eye didn't respond to any treatment and was causing him so much pain that removal became necessary.

He isn't bothered by the loss of his eye, instead what does bother him is the wave of discomfort he sometimes senses from strangers when they see his face. He knows they (usually) don't mean any ill will, but...

Well, being an empath isn't all sunshine and rainbows, after all.

[theink-stainedfolk]

Writing Share Tag

Thank you @drchenquill and @paeliae-occasionally for the tag♡

I'll be sharing a small snippet from my latest WIP Beyond The Pages .

Pareen Srichaphan sat at his kitchen table, sipping a cup of tea as he mulled over the heated discussion from the book club meeting. He couldn't shake the lingering irritation about the character Dante. How could someone so vile be so captivating?A knock on the door broke his train of thought. He wasn't expecting anyone. Cautiously, Pareen approached the door and opened it slightly. Standing there was a well-dressed man with a charming smile, his dark eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity.

"Good evening," the stranger said smoothly. "My name is Nicholas Moore, and i saw you at the fanclub meeting the other day. I couldn't help but overhear your thoughts about Dante at the book club. But before i could talk to you, you left. So i asked around. If you don't mind,May I come in? I'd love to discuss it further."

Pareen hesitated, curiosity piqued by the man's demeanor. He opened the door wider and gestured for the stranger to enter. "Sure, come on in, all the club members are like my friends so i have no problem. My name is Pareen-"

"Srichaphan. I know," The man stepped inside, his smile widening. "I have a keen interest in Dante's character and thought we might have a fascinating conversation."

Pareen nodded, leading Nicholas to the living room. "I have to say, Dante is one of the most disturbing characters I've ever read. It almost feels like he's real, you know?"

Nicholas chuckled, a dark undertone to his laughter. "Yes, Dante does have a way of leaving a lasting impression. But tell me, what exactly bothers you about him?"

Pareen leaned forward, his frustration bubbling up again. "He's just so remorseless and cunning. It's like he enjoys the chaos he creates. I wish Tristan could give him an ending people like him deserve."

Nicholas's eyes glinted with something Pareen couldn't quite place. "Perhaps Dante's story isn't over yet," he said softly. "Sometimes, characters take on a life of their own, beyond the pages of a book."

Pareen shivered at the words, a chill running down his spine. There was something unsettling about Nicholas, something that felt too close to the very essence of someone he knows too well.

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