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idiopath-fic-smile · 8 months

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this one goes out to all my Singin' in the Rain ot3 truthers—

Cosmo Brown had always known it would end like this.

Cosmo was a lot of things—in fact, you could argue he was too many—but he wasn’t dumb.

From the early years, when Cosmo and Don were just kids playing for pennies in pool halls, to their stint dodging rotten vegetables on Vaudeville stages across the very backwaters of America’s backwaters, to their first real breath of success in Hollywood (and then the second and the third and the fourth), Cosmo would catch a glimpse of his handsome, charismatic friend from the corner of his eye—a flash of dark hair, that perfect tooth powder ad smile—and know that for all Don’s protestations, someday the guy was gonna meet a wonderful girl and get married, settle down, and very gently slip off to the far edge of Cosmo’s life.

So yes, Cosmo had seen Kathy Selden coming. Not the details, not her sense of humor or her musical little laugh or the madcap way she really threw herself into dancing with them around Don’s place at 1:30 in the morning—and okay, certainly not the part at the beginning where she had jumped out of a cake at a party, but he thought a fella could be excused for not correctly divining that.

The general outline of the thing, though, how Don’s eyes followed her around a room...he had been preparing for Don to propose to Kathy ever since she’d tried to throw a pie at Don’s face. And when the happy day came, Cosmo had been ready with his best man suit, his best man speech, a slightly updated version of “Here Comes the Bride” that’d had Don and Kathy laughing all the way down the aisle.

Don and Kathy would buy a house together. They would have a swimming pool and a dog and then inevitably, a small parade of adorable little snot-nosed kids who would call him Uncle Cosmo, and they would spend less and less time with him, not on purpose but busy with the rest of their lives, and ultimately Cosmo would learn to make his peace with it because he’d have no other choice and he would have to try to move on and not live too much in his memories. He could picture it so clearly, he figured if the songwriting gig with Monumental didn’t pan out, he could always return to the backwater circuit with a new act: The Amazing Cosmo of the Cosmos—ladies and gentlemen, he sees the future, he reads the stars, he silently pines for his best married pal and all the while tap dancing!

Don and Kathy inviting him along on their honeymoon, though—that part was a surprise.

“What?” said Cosmo, hands frozen over the piano keys. He’d been busy with a brand-new assignment; on the heels of The Dancing Cavalier, offers were pouring in and he’d taken the first one scoring a movie that didn’t star anyone he was secretly in love with.

Don had looked a little wounded when Cosmo broke the news last week, but a guy had to start making his own way in the world. Besides, orchestrating layers of strings to swell as the camera zoomed in on Don and Kathy blissfully locking lips in radiant monochrome, oblivious to the rest of the world—well, Cosmo knew that dance, he had mastered the footwork, and he didn’t especially feel like a reprise.

It wasn’t lost on him that Kathy had dropped by his rehearsal space alone today. Of course, he had no idea what this meant—he didn’t think it was about the new job; Don didn’t tend to stay sore at him for that long—but Kathy was acting perfectly natural, and so probably the smart thing was to follow her lead.

“It’s a two-week transatlantic cruise,” she said now, gracefully dropping beside him on the piano bench. “We thought it would be nice to see Europe, take in the sights, get away from all the cameras.”

“Ah yes, such a wallflower, our dear Don,” said Cosmo solemnly. “Besieged on all sides by the love of his public, a tragedy of our times, up there with Lear! Hamlet! Caesar! The one with all the Greeks and the giant wooden horse, nay, nay, neigh.” He played a tragic little trill, for effect. Kathy huffed a laugh and smacked his arm.

“You know that’s not it,” she said. “Being watched all the time—we can’t always do what we want. It’s rotten.”

Tell me about it, thought Cosmo.

He was sort of seeing a fight choreographer named Archibald, who came from old money and was a “the third” or a “the fifth” but nice enough Cosmo might even forgive him for that. Archibald was trim and athletic, with dark brown hair that was just starting to go gray at the temples and enough discretion that Cosmo didn’t think they’d get caught. The only problem was that he didn’t laugh at Cosmo’s jokes, seemed to just tolerate them.

“What do you two even talk about, then?” Don had asked, when Cosmo had let this slip over drinks the same night he’d explained about the new movie project. (Cosmo had been trying to spend less time with Don and Kathy since the wedding but Don had said, “C’mon, pal, we miss you” and Kathy had laid one hand on his arm and peered up at him with her big green eyes and Cosmo was only one man.)

Cosmo had frowned, because Don hated Archibald, for reasons that were frankly mysterious. Then he’d looked up and grinned a grin he didn’t exactly feel and said,

“Tell you when you’re older,” and then Don had choked on his dry Martini even though Cosmo knew Don knew about Cosmo’s tendencies. It wasn’t something they discussed, and Cosmo had never properly gone with a guy before, but whenever a big-shot producer started complaining about all the degenerate queers in showbiz, Don always sharply steered the conversation someplace else. It was all very gallant and noble and knightly, and someday Don would play King Arthur and Kathy his lady Guinevere—

“Honestly, sometimes it feels as if we’re living in a fishbowl,” said Kathy now, in the present.

“And so your solution is to relocate,” said Cosmo, “to the biggest fishbowl on this here magnificent earth. The mighty ocean!” He struck up a sea shanty. “Oh blow the man down, blow the man down / way ay, blow the man down…”

Not everyone appreciated his musical flights of fancy, but when Cosmo turned, she was leaning with her elbow on the side arm of the piano, watching him with her chin on her hand and laughing.

“Just for two weeks,” she said. “So, are you coming?”

“With you two,” said Cosmo, just so there could be no misunderstandings. “On your one and only honeymoon.”

“Yes,” said Kathy.

“As what, your first mate?”

“Sure.” She grinned and threw him a quick salute. Cosmo was almost never attracted to women but in this case, he understood the appeal.

He swallowed. “You are aware of that ancient saying, ‘Two’s company and three’s a fast track to divorce court’?”

“You’re hardly a threat to our marriage, Cosmo,” she said, and he agreed, of course, in both directions, even, but it still stung to hear her say it out loud. For want of anything better to do, he gasped, clutched a hand to his chest and reeled backwards so hard, he threw himself off the piano bench, landing in a somersault on the floor.

Kathy spun around fluidly on the bench to face him, pleated skirt whirling a little, heels of her shoes clicking together.

“Oh, I said that badly,” she said. “I only mean that it’s more fun when you’re around. We have a better time, Don and me both. Remember the night we decided to make Dueling Cavalier a musical?”

“Do I remember the best night of my life?” Cosmo peered up at her from the hardwood. “Why yes, madam, now that you mention it, I believe it might ring a bell or two.”

“The best—” She frowned for a moment, and he remembered then that as a newly married woman, a newly married woman to Don Lockwood, no less, she’d no doubt experienced any number of evenings that blew that one out of the water.

Even besides that, it felt awfully revealing all of a sudden. Cosmo threw an arm over his eyes. He felt naked. He wished he was naked, because that might at least distract from whatever his face was doing.

“So it beats your time with Archibald, then?” said Kathy shrewdly.

Cosmo uncovered his eyes. He forgot, sometimes, that new as Kathy was to the moving pictures business, she was still a city girl, with a city girl’s worldliness. Also, Don had probably told her; that seemed like the kind of second-hand secrets married people shared with each other. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

“Hardly a topic for mixed company,” he said.

There was a pause.

“So yes,” she said and smiled with a smugness that would’ve been unbecoming were she not as cute as a button.

“What do you and Don have against the poor man anyway?” he groused. “He’s never done so much as sneezed in your direction, and if he did, I’m sure he’d use a handkerchief.”

“For one thing, we know you could do better,” said Kathy, folding her arms.

Cosmo elbowed his way back to sitting, brushing himself off with dignity. “Well, better’s not exactly knocking on my door right now.”

“This town doesn’t have an ounce of sense.” She reached down to offer him a hand up, pulling Cosmo to his feet; she was stronger than she looked. “Listen, two weeks away, it’ll be good for you.”

“What about you two?” Cosmo protested as he reclaimed his spot on the bench, Kathy sliding to make room.

“What about us?” said Kathy with wide eyes.

“Two newlyweds might want some alone time?” he offered weakly.

Kathy shrugged. “I told you, there won’t be reporters or cameras. It’ll be plenty private.”

“What about your matrimonial needs?”

“Which needs?”

His eyes narrowed; she was a terrific actress but suddenly he wasn’t sure he was buying it. Kathy wasn’t dumb either.

“You have to know what I mean. Don’t make me play Cole Porter at you,” said Cosmo. She hesitated, and Cosmo began to pluck out a melody: “Birds do it, bees do it / even educated fleas do it…” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Let’s do it,” sang Kathy, finishing the stanza in her lovely alto, “let’s fall in love.”

Cosmo stopped playing.

“I do know,” she said simply, “of course I do, and we’re not worried about it, alright? Listen, do you want to go?”

Cosmo, who had been carefully not asking himself that question, stared down at the piano keys. Did he want to go? He thought back to that night at Don’s, the three of them giddy with excitement and inspiration and sleep deprivation, running through the house, clowning around and dancing with no audience except each other—he hadn’t felt like a hanger-on then, like a third wheel or an extra limb or a chaperone. He’d felt like he was exactly where he was supposed to be, one note of a perfect chord.

Still.

“I can’t swim,” he said.

“They’ll have lifejackets,” said Kathy.

“I’ll have to work.”

“We’ll bring a piano.”

“All my houseplants will die,” said Cosmo.

“All your houseplants are fake,” she said. This was true, although he wasn’t sure how she knew since she’d never been to his house. She sighed. “Remember the night of that first screening, when you were about to expose Lina and instead of explaining what was happening, Don told me I had to sing, that I didn’t have a choice?”

He winced, thinking of Kathy’s heartbroken, tear-stained face before they’d pulled up the curtain and revealed who was really singing when Lina moved her lips.

“Yes, and I feel just awful about it.”

“Well, Don doesn’t,” said Kathy. “Because he knew it would take too long to convince me to do something that mean to her.”

“Mean?” Cosmo echoed. “She tried to trap you in a lifelong contract and steal your voice. A common sea witch wouldn’t stoop so low.”

“But there wasn’t time,” she pressed. “And anyway, he knew how it would end.”

“What’s your point?”

“We already bought your tickets,” said Kathy.

Cosmo gaped at her.

“We’ve cleared the trip with everyone at Monumental and anyway, like I said, we’ll have a piano on the boat.”

Distantly, he was aware his mouth was still hanging open. Kathy reached over with one light finger under his chin and gently closed it.

“That’s better,” she said, folding her hands daintily in her lap. It was around this time she seemed to realize it wasn’t some routine, that Cosmo really was well and truly stunned. “Of course, nobody is going to force you to go with us if you truly don’t want to,” she said into the silence.

“These tickets,” he said at last, “are they refundable?”

“Gosh,” said Kathy easily, “I can’t imagine they are, no.”

The thing was, none of them were hurting for money or work anymore, so the fact that Don and Kathy might be out even a few hundred dollars didn’t catch at him the way it might’ve some years earlier. No, the thought that really seized his imagination was the mental image of Don and Kathy planning this together, Don and Kathy discussing the matter with each other, maybe over breakfast—toast and coffee in their dressing gowns, so sure it was the right thing to do that they’d decided to just go ahead and make preparations: oh and a ticket for Cosmo, of course.

He could do it, he realized. He could go. He wanted to go. It was foolish, but Cosmo was an entertainer; he’d been doing foolish things in front of a roomful of witnesses since he was in shortpants.

“I’ll pack tonight,” he said.

“Perfect!” Kathy hopped off the bench and straightened out her dress. “And bring something nice to wear at dinner for a night or two; it doesn’t need to be black-tie formal, a good suit will do.”

He nodded. “I shall leave the top hat and monocle at home. Two weeks, you say?”

“Yes, and another half-day on either side flying to the harbor and back.” She reached into her coat pocket, and pulled out a folded sheet of paper. “The itinerary,” she said. “Don and I are so glad you’ll be coming.”

“Uh-huh,” said Cosmo. “Say, where is that fella, anyway? What’s the big idea, can’t even stick around to ask his best pal to his own honeymoon?”

“He’s planning the trip,” said Kathy brightly. “Last-minute details. Anyway, he thought you and I should have a chat, one on one. He thought it might help.”

He blinked. “Help what?”

“Help us,” she said.

It was all starting to feel like a farce, like one of those old Vaudeville acts with a lot of fast talking.

“Did it?” he asked.

“I think so,” said Kathy warmly. She turned and began to walk towards the door. “See you at the airport tomorrow. Six AM sharp.”

“Six AM,” he said, and then, foolishly, “You know, I can see why he likes you.”

Kathy dimpled. “Oh, likewise!” She tossed him another smile and then she was heading out of sight down the hallway, shoes clacking rhythmically on the tile.

“Well,” said Cosmo to no one. He felt pole-axed, he decided. He wasn’t sure he had ever felt pole-axed in his life before, but there was no other word for it.

He played a chord, then another chord, then a few more.

“Pole-axed,” he sang, “out of whack, when you are near there’s only one drawback: I can’t be clever, no I lack the knack, Darling, I’m pole-axed, out of whack around you!”

It wasn’t exactly Cole Porter, but he’d take it, he thought, reaching for his pen. There was still an hour or two left before he’d need to race traffic home and dig out his suitcase. Apparently, he had early morning plans.

(ETA: if you didn't see, there is now a second part here!)

(ETA THE SECOND: the whole finished thing is now here!

#singin in the rain ot3 #i might write more idk but listen like you can probably imagine the rest of it #old-timey polyamorous shenanigans on a boat #pretty straightforward stuff #there's singing there's dancing and somehow don managed to 'accidentally' book cosmo in an adjoining bedroom etc etc

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ziorite · 4 months

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crying laughing (mostly just crying) over the long goodbye job rn because what the fuck guys. what the FUCK.

(spoilers for the last episode of leverage season 5)

i still had so much hope for them even after hardison fell and parker got shot. i was crossing my fingers because eliot will be there and they’ll get away because they always get away ?? right ?? but then they make it the van and eliot gets shot. right in the fucking chest.

THE VAN SCENE. I WAS DISTRAUGHT. DISTRAUGHT Y’ALL. AND THEN HARDISON’S LAST WORDS ARE TO WONDER IF ELIOT IS OKAY ??? “HERE I AM”??? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT. AND THE THREE OF THEM FUCKING DIE HOLDING EACH OTHER’S HANDS WHAT DID THEY DO THAT TO US FOR. (something something parker dying alone when she’s finally learned what it means to have a family something something eliot dies first because to watch the people he’s dedicated his life to protecting die in front of him is to die a second and third time something something)

and then the cherry on top when nate and sophie look back and the three of them are dead and bleeding out and clutching on to each other in death what do they do ??? they don’t even consider giving themselves up they drive that van up the bridge and into the damn river.

nate’s enraged yelling at the agent had me wide eyed with my hand over my mouth. fucking STUNNED yall. nate is really no one’s favorite but my god the fucking pain in his voice. 10/10. BUT THEN of course that’s not all there is to it. the switch from grieving fury to composed nonchalance was both peak comedy and absolute whiplash.

AND HERE’S STERLING !! everyone’s favorite slime ball <3 and ho ho ? he’s mad at nate for killing the rest of the team ?? they grew on him didn’t they— like clumps of adorable mold that just keep coming back <3

and finally. the master plan is revealed. sterling did scare the living shit out of me shooting “hardison” like that but of course nate had a better plan than what they believed. crazy to think that the whole damn emotional rollercoaster was really just set up for the actual break in. (eliot’s exasperated eye roll and fall at nate’s “bang !” was everything.) starring sterling as the trojan horse! an amazing choice all around.

AND !! we have a proposal !! proposals plural actually because no way in fucking hell was that not a confession from eliot. that scene was the height of romance and i will be DAMNED if someone tries to tell me that was just normal best friend shit. OT3 IS REAL !!!

in conclusion: love leverage, they have the amazingest show to ever show and a finale better than any other out there. 200/10 would watch again and i am currently penning a love letter to john rogers and dean devlin.

#leverage #the long goodbye job #nate ford #nathan ford #sophie devereaux #eliot spencer #parker #parker leverage #alec hardison #leverage ot3 #thiefsome

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connorsbonez · 5 months

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Stalkers and Cryptids

Timeline: Pre-OT4, Middle of OT3

About: Tim and Wes have a conversation about fucking up and how to proceed afterwards.

Court Talk

Tim watched as Wes turned the basketball in his hands with a contemplative expression on his freckled face out of the corner of his eye. The ginger hadn’t said anything since he dragged Tim out to a basketball court, leaving them in prolonged silence, and the vigilante could only imagine what possessed Wes to bring him out here.

He wondered distantly whether or not he could come up with a good reason to leave early without guilt so he could go back to the cold case he’d been working on.

Tim just wanted to be able to drown everything out, ignore his personal problems, and hyper focus on cases so he could actually help someo-

He grunted as something slammed into his stomach, instinctually grabbing it before it registered to him what it was. Tim glanced down at the basketball in confusion before looking up at an unamused Wes with knitted brows.

Wes scoffed softly, his head rolled back slightly as well as his eyes at the motion before he met Tim’s gaze again. “You were making that face again.”

“What face?”

“That really dumb one when you’re slowly slipping into self-depreciation from overthinking.”

Tim frowned. “I don’t make that face.” Who was he kidding, he probably did.

The ginger raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment, instead gesturing a hand over at the hoop. “Think you can make that shot?”

He pursed his lips, a feeling of frustration sparking in his chest, “What are you doing?” He asked, his grip on the basketball tightening. “Why are we here?”

Why are you still choosing to be around me? To have me in your life still?

“To rewrite the Declaration of Independence in a backwards Dutch-Ghostspeak love language.” Wes replied voice laced so heavily with sarcasm that Tim could practically taste it, crossing his arms as he leaned back on his heels. “We’re here to hang out, play basketball and I kick your ass at it, and I don’t know…” The conspiracy theorist paused, trailing off, the frown on his face softening as he looked down with a grimace at the ground for a brief moment. “…talk, I guess.” He ended the sentence awkwardly.

This is the weirdest breakup he’s ever experienced. Tim couldn’t help but think and he says as much, earning himself an incredulous look from Wes that quickly morphed into a familiar expression of ‘you’re such a fucking idiot’ and Tim used to think it wasn’t possible to have that look and have it still manage to look so fond (so painfully fond), but still very much annoyed, until the very first time he saw Wes make that expression at Danny and later Tim himself.

“Why the hell would you think that?”

Because I messed up, because my mistake got him hurt which in turn hurt you, because I’m a stupid horrible person who couldn’t not be nosy for one fucking moment and doesn’t deserve this and shouldn’t have had pretended I did.

“I think you know.” He answered vaguely, glancing away.

Wes’ eyes narrowed slightly, green eyes seemed to soften into a sort of understanding, an understanding much deeper than just getting what Tim meant and he couldn’t begin to imagine what Wes got. The ginger sighed and opened his arms, obligating the vigilante to bounce the basketball into his hands. Wes twisted the ball in his grip for a moment before he started bouncing it idly as he turned to face the hoop, Tim followed his gaze briefly before settling back at the theorist.

“I almost exposed Danny’s identity to a government branch that wanted to vivisect him and use him for experiments.” Wes confessed almost with an eerie casualness if not for the breathless way he said it, like he had to force the words out or else they’d never be heard, as he made the shot, the ball traced the rim before falling through the hoop, the bouncing was almost louder than it should have been as Tim stood in stiffened silence, trying to process what Wes just said.

Not that Wes gave him the time, continuing to plow through this conversation as he walked over to grab the ball, it seemed to shake in his hold as he stared down at it. “I’ve never been good at keeping secrets in the sense that I couldn’t leave things to lay, I didn’t understand that some things shouldn’t be brought to light. Ever. When I saw a mystery, I wanted to solve it and show it off to everyone and their mothers.”

Wes let out a huff that sounded close to a dull laugh. “Danny had a mystery that I had solved ages ago, it was pretty obvious for me, the problem was that no one seemed to see it too or believed me when I tried to tell them. Of course, I couldn’t leave it as that. I just had to get people to believe me and See The Truth.” His nose scrunched up at the end of his words and Tim thought that Wes’ green eyes seemed to glow for a moment under the setting sun.

“I did so many stupid things to try and prove it, things that Danny will probably happily tell you because some of them are downright mortifying. Like intensive stalking and publicly accusing him of being a ghost with his ghost hunting parents not two feet away from him.” The conspiracy theorist paused, taking in a breath as he bounced the ball a few times as if to comfort or ground himself. “The GIW hadn’t seemed so bad back then, for the humans at least, for those who didn’t know what they were really like and that unfortunately included me for a bit. And I was desperate at this point for anyone to believe me, so desperate that I fucking emailed the GIW about how I knew Phantom’s identity with some of my proof attached to make them believe me.”

Tim’s mouth was slightly hanging from that. “You what?”

Wes grimaced as he bounced the ball more harshly. “Yep. If Danny hadn’t broken into my house when he did to explain, it…would have ended much differently.” He finished his sentence after a moments of hesitation, turning again to throw the ball through the hoop again and going to retrieve it. Leaving Tim to process what he just learned.

Eventually Tim found Wes standing in front of him again, he looked at the ginger and licked his dry lips. “How’d you fix it?” He asked, his voice coming out more quiet than he wanted too. “How…did you get Danny to forgive you for that? He must have been angry with you.”

Wes blinked slowly, leaning back on his heels in a casual manner. “Oh. He didn’t.”

“What?”

“He didn’t forgive me.” Wes said slowly, like he was talking about the weather, as he leaned forward slightly and met Tim’s eyes again.

Tim stared back into green eyes as his body felt chilled, as if someone dumped a bucket of ice water onto him. An ugly bubbling feel squirmed inside him and made him ponder distantly if he was going to throw up or not. “But..you’re dating. You’re together.” He pointed out with a frown, confused on how Danny could date Wes if he didn’t forgive him.

The ginger sighs like he was an old man who just got told his dumbass grandkids were out doing something stupid and he needed to go get them. Wes let the ball hit the ground and roll off slowly as he crossed his arms. “Yeah. We are.”

“But..he doesn’t forgive you.”

“Uh huh.” Wes sighed again and scratched the back of his neck. “Look, here’s the thing Tim, no one’s obligated to forgive someone when they fuck up, majorly or not. It’s purely up to that person. But just because they don’t forgive that person, that doesn’t mean they can’t move on and grow from the experience, and maybe that results in those people losing contact or maybe they get close again as friends, family or lovers. It just..depends on the situation and the people.”

Wes paused to take a breath. “That’s not to, like, say there isn’t work both people have to put into healing that relationship, because there is. It’s so much work to repair that broken trust and mend the foundation so it can grow into something new.”

“Something new?”

“Well, yeah, there’s no fucking way that relationship is going to be exactly the same if it gets fixed.”

Tim swallowed thickly, uncomfortable and a little scared to ask his next question. “So..Danny’s never going to forgive me but with work he’ll hopefully still want to be with me?”

“I don’t know.” Wes replied with a simple shrug, making Tim blink widely in confusion. “What? What do you mean you don’t know?”

“It means, I don’t know whether or not Danny’s gonna forgive you and still want to be in a relationship with you. I’m not Danny, I don’t always know what’s going on in that cracked kaleidoscope mind of his.” Wes explained a bit too fondly as he poked at his temple. “But, if you ask for my personal opinion, you and Danny will be just fine. I mean, he’s dating me, on good terms with multiple of his rouge gallery, and is friends with two of his exes that have either successfully killed him or have tried too.”

That was so much information at once, holy hell. “What-“

“Plus, not to sound egotistical or anything, but what I did was arguably worse compared to what you did. You did it out of a source of concern and love, I did it for the ego boost.”

“Wes-“

“What I’m trying to say is,” Wes carried on, clasping his hands together, “there’s nothing to worry about as long as you guys do some simple little thing.”

Tim raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Wes inhaled and leaned forward slightly. “Talk to one another and figure it out.”

The vigilante paused and blinked several times because…that’s it? Really? And he asks as such, tone utterly confused. Wes laughed in response and shrugged, something he’s been doing a lot recently, as he gave Tim an almost flat look.

“Yep, that’s it. Shocking isn’t it? But yeah, that’s all you really have to do, just…sit down and talk to each other. Figure yourselves out and how y’all are going to continue from there.”

That…was a plan. Not something Tim did very much, both as a Drake and as a Drake-Wayne, but it was a plan nonetheless. It didn’t remove the anxiety that thrashed and clawed inside him, the fear and the what ifs. Not adding that there was something to this plan that was wrong in the way that something wasn’t even mentioned in it.

“What about you?”

Wes paused and his nose scrunched up in confusion. “Huh?”

“What about you.” Tim repeats his words again as he stared down the theorist. “Where do you stand in this situation, Wes? You’ve given me advice and how to proceed with this situation and what could possibly happen but you’ve never stated your own opinion on this.”

Wes frowned slightly at Tim. “I thought it was pretty obvious what my stance was on this.”

“No, no, not really. Well- kind of? Look, I guess what I’m trying is ask is…” Tim paused, resisting the urge to lick his lips as his heart squeezed painfully at the thought he’d formed. “..Should Danny and I…break up because of this, will we also be separating?” Tim’s voice slowly got quieter as he asked the elephant in the room, the dreadful question.

Wes blinked slowly, as if this wasn’t something the ginger had thought too hard about, and he was silent for a long moment which made Tim’s skin itch before he finally replied. “…No. I’m not going to leave you should you and Danny end up breaking up.”

Something loosened in Tim’s chest, only slightly but it was still a nice weight removal all the same.

“Really?”

Wes made a micro expression like he instinctually wanted to say something snarky before his face quickly smoothed out and he nodded. “Really.”

“Okay…okay. I think it’s time I go talk to Danny.”

•• End ••

What did Tim do? Who knows! Up to you I guess.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #danny phantom #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #crossover #dcxdp #dp x dc crossover #tim drake #wes weston #stalkers and cryptids

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hanafubukki · 7 months

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So here's a thought. Mc is pregnant with Lilia's child but they aren't sure it is Lilia's or Dawn's but Mc has one proof that basically lets everyone know it's Lilia's. What is this proof you may ask; well it is none other than the Pregnant Mc only craves and can hold down only one type of food and that food is Lilia's cooking

[OT3 Masterlist]

Hello Raven🌺💚🌻

Raven please 🤣🤣 I had a feeling I knew where this was going as I read your ask and now I’m laughing. The absolute horror on everyone’s faces. Even YN, probably wouldn’t know how to feel and they are the one eating it 😂

I’ve been saving this ask and then Nessy ( @masquerade-of-misery) got me thinking about cute pregnancies too and my heart is so full because I can just imagine how sweet and protective everyone would be over YN.

Lilia was humming in the kitchen, now normally that would incite dread to the various people in the vicinity, but it turns out it was a needed necessity at this time.

Unfortunately.

Your pregnancy came as a surprise to all. You were bombarded with gifts and constant wonderful companions who visited you.

To say you were never alone would be an understatement, but you didn’t mind the company.

Your pregnancy went normally and expected like the one you had before with Silver.

…until it wasn’t.

You couldn’t keep anything down and your cravings were all over the place with the strangest concoctions.

Everyone was getting worried. Meleanor had the best doctors visit you. Even Leona and Riddle had their respective home’s healers tend to you, but no one could find anything wrong.

That was until Lilia had offered his food to you, and you, desperate at this point, ate what he offered.

Only to realize that not only was it delicious, but you can keep it down.

Lilia’s smile that day could brighten the darkest night.

Everyone else though…well, let’s just say being horrified was putting it lightly.

On the bright side, at least you knew whose child it was and can prepare for their arrival.

Bonus:

-YN eating something questionable; while Lilia hums in the kitchen-

Silver: Will mother be okay?

Dawn: The healers say she’s recovered the weight she lost and there seems to be…no effect from the food she’s eating.

-Silver gestures at the silent tears running down her face-

Dawn: She might be…a bit in denial about her food habits, as we all are.

YN: -sniffles- My baby, why???

-Dawn wipes away YN’s tears and hugs her-

Silver: I’ll go make sure father doesn’t put anything too…questionable in the food.

#answered #🌺Raven🌺#twst knight of dawn x reader #twst knight of dawn x reader x lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader

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youcouldmakealife · 11 days

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Sven/Gérard/Yvette; almost home

Another of the Kickstarter fills, for a request for some OG OT3.

“You know,” Blair says. “As a single dude, when your friends start getting married and have kids, usually you start to drift apart.”

Sven blinks at him, feeling slow, as he so often has lately. Blair’s speaking to him, but obviously he’s the married friend with kids in this equation, in which case the single dude is — ah.

“I don’t think we’ve drifted apart,” Sven says, looking over at Gérard. Gérard smiles back, small.

He doesn’t think they’ve drifted apart at all.

“Well, no, you’ve done the exact opposite,” Blair says. “That’s kind of my point.”

“I don’t understand what your point is meant to be,” Sven says.

“Leo?” Blair says. “You want to do that English to Olsen translation for me?”

Gérard smiles again. It looks tired. Sven sympathizes. Empathizes. Whatever the word is.

Usually he’s much better at this, but he hasn’t had an undisturbed night of sleep since little Gerard was born. Well, except on the road, but that’s exhausting in its own way — his first night away from Yvette and the baby, he spent half the night texting her for updates until she told him to sleep so at least someone would.

Sven is a champion sleeper. He’s renowned for it. Or, he was. He misses it. Sleeping in. Lazy mornings in bed. Napping just for the pleasure of it, rather than because it’s the only sleep he can snatch. He knew what he was giving up, but — well, he didn’t know.

“Too tired for translation,” Gérard says.

“Me or you?” Sven asks.

“Both, probably,” Gérard says.

“Okay,” Blair says. “Uh, usually people, you know, quit having shit in common? Instead of uh, literally moving in so they can help take care of the baby? Typically?”

“Well,” Sven says. “Have they considered it? Because I do have to say, it’s significantly easier to handle childcare when you outnumber the baby three to one.”

“Neither of you look like it’s even remotely easy,” Blair says. “Did you sleep at all last night, Cap?”

“I slept six hours,” Sven says. They weren’t all consecutive, but even so, he thinks those are solid numbers for a newborn. “As did Yvette.”

Hers were consecutive, thanks to an eye mask, ear plugs, and a noise machine. He can’t begrudge her any of it; she’s the one at home taking care of little Gerard while they’re here enduring their teammates’ busybodying because the coaching staff is running late. And not just one or two, but all of them. Sven would like to think that implies something scandalous, but most likely they’re in a meeting. He’s glad they don’t have meetings. He doesn’t think he could handle meetings on six hours of sleep. Frankly he doesn’t think he could handle meetings on eight.

Or perhaps they’ve all been fired. Sven hopes that isn’t the case. He likes them, but more importantly, he thinks if he had to adjust strategies right now he might malfunction. He’s learning something new every minute, it feels like. There is no room in his brain.

“That seems like a lot for a baby?” Bowie says. “Sleep,” he adds, when Sven blinks at him. He’s lost the thread again.

“Oh,” Sven says. “Yes. That’s my point.”

“Wait,” Dan says. “How many did Gérard sleep?”

“Seven,” Gérard yawns. His were also not consecutive. He’s an unfortunately light sleeper. He’s managed to adjust on the road, so Sven hopes he’ll be able to adjust to the baby too, but it hasn’t happened yet. But it’s only been a month. It feels much, much longer than that.

“Okay,” Scott says, leaning in, his eyes a little wild. His wife’s due any day, so Sven isn’t surprised. “I don’t know if my wife would agree, but you know what? For six hours of sleep, I’m in. Gérard, what do you charge?”

“You have to name your child after him,” Cary says. “Obviously.”

“I would genuinely consider doing that,” Scott says.

“Aren’t you guys having a girl?” Bowie asks.

“Gerardina,” Scott says. “What do you say, G?”

“That sounds like an STD,” Cary says. “You’d do that to your poor kid?”

“For six hours of sleep a night?” Scott says. “Absolutely.”

“Too bad,” Sven says, reaching a hand out. Gérard’s sitting too far away for him to reach, so he lets his hand hover in the air, hoping Gérard knows that Sven’s wrapped a telepathic arm around his shoulders. He might. Gérard is an exceptional individual. “He’s mine.”

“My wife’s a good cook,” Scott says. “Those two don’t cook, do they?”

Sven stands up, walking over to Gérard’s stall so he can not so telepathically wrap a possessive arm around his shoulders. Gérard leans back into him.

“I cook,” Gérard says.

“Free meals, and I’ll name two kids after you,” Scott says. “First name, middle name, everything.”

Sven tightens his grip.

“I don’t think Sven would be willing to give me up,” Gérard says.

Sven’s glad he knows this.

The coaching staff come in then — not fired en masse, Sven is thankful to see — and everyone jumps up, the few who haven’t changed into their gear hurriedly devoting themselves to the task.

Practice is harder than usual, but easier than conversation. There’s muscle memory to it, the literal practice of hockey, broken down into its bare components. Conversation flows, it changes, he has to adapt. That’s true of hockey too, but moreso during games than in practice. He’s only scored two goals in the past six weeks, but practice, that he can do. It’s almost nice, getting to use his body, to know that everything’s still there, that it still knows what to do, especially after he found his phone in the fridge this morning. He hadn’t even realised it was missing.

“I’ve never been more popular in my life,” Gérard says on the drive back. Sven isn’t a fan of driving at the best of times, so they’ve mutually agreed Gérard should be the one behind the wheel. “Everybody wants to name their kid after me.”

Sven grunts.

“Don’t worry,” Gérard says. “I won’t take Scottie up on his offer. I know you wouldn’t know what to do without me.”

Yvette might — she’s very capable, far more comfortable with everything. She’s tired, but not totally at sea. But Sven?

“I wouldn’t have the first idea,” Sven says honestly.

“Sleep for the rest of the drive,” Gérard says.

“It’s only ten minutes,” Sven says, but he closes his eyes, and doesn’t open them again until Gérard’s gently shaking his shoulder, telling him to come inside.

#fic snippet #sven olsen #yvette gagnon #gerard olsen

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thebirthofvenusfly · 2 months

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but think about it think about odile, miss hardened mature not interested in romance and hasn't had a crush besides in years being struck by euphrasie's beauty. getting along with claude's quips and schemes. nerding out with them each over anything and everything. imagine them making odile's heart feel so full in a way she hasn't felt in forever in a sensation she rarely pays any mind to... it's never been important enough to be a priority or interest and then here they are. recovering from the king, mending their family, a time where so many peaceful things are falling into place, and ot3 is the cherry on top...

#in stars and time #isat #odile #euphrasie #claude #idk what to call them #women in stem ot3 #isat spoilers

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takemeorleaveme · 16 days

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I need to remind myself to just block instead of engaging in an argument with those people holy fk!!! BT SHIPPERS are so delusional they think buddie shippers are more of a problem because we are a bigger ship I hate to break it to you but just because you’re a smaller ship doesn’t mean you being toxic af is ok please grow the fuck up. The way you only see one side of it is so crazy to me and let me REMIND people there are some awful people who take things to far shipping buddie I get that I see it on Twitter but to bring it over to tumblr when we are just trying to vibe it out and have a good time and try and pick arguments with buddie shippers over here because some how we are being held accountable for Twitter users is actually fucking insane to me. Hate to break it to you but Twitter is a toxic fucking trash can of people of all fandoms it’s why I don’t use Twitter. Oliver left because of it I’m not disagreeing but he still obviously loves buddie and the buddie fandom if his interviews and Instagram are things to go off of while you guys are saying we’re delusional he’s in an interview saying he sees what we see.. so like wtf do you want from us really!? I am just gonna continue to enjoy buddie and if I see anything remotely BT or Ot3 related which that is just a whole other thing I refuse to speak on. I’m gonna block cause I stg y’all are just repeating yourselves and I’m losing brain cells. Also I would like to point out I don’t tag T*my if i did it was the anti T*mmy K*nard or it’s always strictly buddie if I have to stop tagging Oliver stark and Evan Buckley until that ship comes to an end I will but I tag appropriately and I can’t help it if they are creeping on our tags looking for a fight.

#buddie #buck x eddie #eddie x buck #eddie diaz #ryan guzman #anti tommy kinard #thanks for coming to my ted talk

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ragingbookdragon · 1 year

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A Buck's As Good As Any

Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" MacTavish x Reader

Word Count: 1.5K Warnings: Explicit Language, Mentions of blood and cleaning

Author's Note: @lazybutsmexy Sara inspired the OT3 and now we're all gonna fall into this hole together. :) -Thorne

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It had bothered him for days, and Ghost knew it by the time he finally came to him and brought it up.

A mid-Wednesday afternoon, drizzling and dreary in Manchester like usual, Ghost was content to spend the entire day wrapped in the gray sheets and heavy comforter of their bed, resting up on all the sleep he never got whenever they were working. Soap had left the bed earlier a few hours ago to go shopping, only returning minutes after. He heard the footsteps coming the way to the bedroom.

“Do you think she left us and went back to the US because she was uncomfortable?”

Ghost cracked an eye open, staring at Soap who stood in the entrance. “Why?”

“Because she didn’t say ‘See you soon’ or anything. She just left. Didn’t wake us up.” He frowned. “She would’ve told us if she was uncomfortable being with us, wouldn’t she? I mean I know she said she wasn’t, but what if she was? What if maybe she felt like she was intruding on us? What if we didn’t—”

“You’re thinking too hard about it, Johnny,” Ghost muttered, shutting his eyes. “Relax. We’ll catch a flight Friday to the mountains to see her and ask her ourselves.”

“We are?” he asked.

“We’re gonna if it’s going to keep you from wanking all the time.”

“I am not wanking.”

“Wanking, whining, same thing.”

“You’re such an ass.”

***

“Is this…really where she lives when she’s not working?” Soap asked, staring at the small, cozy wood cabin.

Ghost nodded. “That’s what Price said. This is the address and from what the neighbors said, this is it.” He walked up the steps. “Her Dodge is here…maybe she’s home.” He knocked on the door, waiting for someone to answer, but after a few moments no one did and he knocked again. “She’s not home.”

“Where do you think she is?”

He shrugged. “Call her.”

Soap took out his phone, dialing her number; he stared at Ghost as it rang, impatiently tapping his foot until the line clicked. “Hello? Dame? Are you there?” He glanced at Ghost as a tapping echoed across the line. “Dame? She’s not answering.”

Ghost took the phone and put it on speaker. “Dame, single click yes, double no. Are you near your cabin.

Click.

“Are you injured?”

Click-click.

“Are you okay?”

Click.

“What are you doing?” Soap asked and Ghost glared at him.

“She’s obviously doing something where she can’t talk.”

Click.

“What the hell’s there to do here? We’re in the middle of nowhere?”

“We’re in the middle of a giant fucking forest, Johnny. What do you possibly think she could be doing if she wasn’t in town or in her house?”

Soap blinked. “Is she hunting maybe? Didn’t she mention a season or something on the last mission.”

Click.

“How long will you be, Dame? Less than an hour?”

Click.

Ghost nodded. “Are you almost done?” They awaited another click, yet it never came. “Dame? Are you—”

A crack echoed across the land and the two turned in the direction of the noise, watching a flock of birds escape the tops of the trees in the distance.

Her voice came over the line. “I’ll be back to the cabin in about ten minutes. Key’s underneath the third stepping stone in the rock garden.”

The line went dead and the two looked at one another before shrugging and finding the key.

***

They stood on the porch and waited for her to return, squinting into the distance as an ATV drove up the driveway and she pulled up, turning the engine off. “What are you boys up to over this side of the ocean?” she asked, slinging the rifle off her back to lay at the side of the four-wheeler. “Sorry I didn’t talk. This guy walked right in front of me when you called. I couldn’t risk him getting away.”

Ghost and Soap walked over, seeing the deer laying across the back of the ATV, a gunshot through its chest. They watched as she picked the buck up with a grunt and started carrying it to the shed behind the cabin; they followed.

“We were coming to talk,” Soap said, curiosity in his eyes as she opened the shed door with one hand, holding the deer’s feet with the other before dropping it inside. “Isn’t that heavy?”

“About one-fifty,” she said, shoving the metal hook through the deer’s back legs before she pulled away and hauled it up in the air. “So why did y’all come? Y’know I was gonna be back in a few weeks, right?”

“What?” his voice was pitched in confusion as she slid a bucket under the carcass.

“It’s hunting season here,” she muttered, wielding the cleaning knife with expert precision. “Step back, or you’ll get guts and blood on you.” Neither moved as she dug the knife into the deer’s chest, cutting cleanly all the way to its belly. “I tend to fly home during the seasons so I can shoot some game to have meat when I get back.”

They watched as she cleaned with skill, seemingly unbothered by the steam rising around them. The scent of blood was thick in the air and Soap had to step back outside to breath a little; Ghost remained. “What are y’all here to talk about?” Dame asked. “Can’t imagine it’s something unimportant since y’all flew halfway across the world.”

Before Soap could even say anything, Ghost deadpanned, “Johnny was afraid you were uncomfortable being in a relationship with both of us. That you were intruding. So, here we are.”

“Ghost!” Soap griped and she laughed.

“Oh no, I’m not uncomfortable boys,” she said. “Like I said, it’s hunting season. I had to get back to get a good buck before season ended. Can’t shoot bucks out of season or I’ll get fined and lose my license.”

“What’s a buck?”

“Male deer. Doe is a female,” she explained, pulling the deer by the leg to its antlers. “He’s about a thirteen pointer.” A grin pulled her lips. “Oh man, I can’t wait for Jackson to see this. He’s gonna shit a brick.”

“Who’s Jackson?” Soap asked, crossing his arms over his chest and she snickered.

“Easy there, boy, he’s an old friend of mine. And I say old because he’s seventy-five.”

“Oh…”

Ghost glared at him. “Will you quit being jealous? She’s not seeing anyone but us.”

“Don’t be so hard on him, Simon. He can’t help it.” She smiled at them. “This is going to take me an hour or so. Y’all go inside and get comfortable. It’s cold out here.”

Ghost didn’t have to be told twice, marching back up the way they’d come to go inside, yet Soap remained and she looked back at him.

“What’s wrong, darlin’?” she questioned, wiping her hands on the apron. “You’ve got thinking eyes on.”

Soap shifted his weight between his feet. “Are…are you sure you’re not uncomfortable with this?”

Dame sighed and set the knife down. “John, at first…I was. I didn’t feel like it was a good idea to come between, no, join you and Simon. It did feel like I was intruding in a relationship. But,” she said calmly, gazing at him with a softness. “I know that you feel the same about me that you feel about Simon. It’s how I feel about both of you and how he feels about us.” She made sure her hand was dry, even if it was covered in blood, and held it out for him to take; he did so. “I didn’t leave because I was uncomfortable. I left to come home and get things organized for next season.”

Soap frowned. “You only left a note. You didn’t wake us up.”

“I know,” she murmured. “And that’s on me. My flight left early, and I didn’t want to disturb you both. We three barely get enough sleep as it is.” She squeezed his hand. “Next time, I’ll wake you both up. I promise.”

“Next time,” he griped. “We’re coming with you.”

She laughed. “Alright, boy, if that’s how you feel about it.” Pulling away, she grabbed the knife again. “Now go inside, would you? I’ll be back in when I’m done.”

“Can Ghost and I go into town?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because without me, you’re gonna get in a bar fight with some good ole boys and I do not want to explain to Sheriff Doherty why my boyfriends beat the shit outta the entire bar.” When he said nothing, she turned, seeing him wearing a dopey smile. “What.”

“You called us your boyfriends.”

“Go inside or I’ll clean you with this knife next,” she threatened, waving the knife at him and he raised his hands in surrender.

“Fine, fine, lass, I’m goin’.”

As he turned, she called out, “John?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad you and Ghost came to see me.” She smiled at him. “I missed you both.”

He smiled back at her. “We missed you.”

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fumifooms · 3 months

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i know you aren't really into marcille/laios any longer, but since you went looking online for dungeon meshi doujins, did you happen to find any other marcille/laios ones? (funnily enough at the convention i was at a couple weeks back they had like five, but they were extremely over-exaggerated and personally i prefer my fan content relatively in character...)

Ok first of all: Yeah listen laimar doesn’t have a grip on me anymore but I still quite enjoy it! Just more passively… Altho I do have an analysis that focuses a lot on the importance they hold to each other in my early stage wips drafts, and listen in canon I do think they’re queerplatonic flavored, call me an ot3 qpr truther because Laios Marcille and Falin have a something going on and it transcends being put into a box. But hey hey I reblog laimar artworks I bought that recent doujin I put laimar fics in my -checks- 106 pages long to-read list… Also I have like 5 pages of fanfic prompts for them I may or may not get to writing. Though yeah I do feel bad whenever I notice people following after liking all my laimar posts haha

Sadly to get to the meat of the topic, not really… I don’t go to cons for lack of opportunity so whatever I find is through online. The one I got is The Fourth Basement Floor, it has an english ver and seems so so very in character I can’t wait to get it! Otherwise I’ve looked on Otakurepublic & Doujinrepublic since I use their services for merch from Japan, warning if you click on the link, there are 18+ ones and covers can be pretty explicit. I don’t remember any other laimar one except the one nsfw one I think, but on the plus side there are a lot of gen no ships doujins. I’m bothered because looking back I feel like the catalogue of doujins was wider when I looked all those months ago and it feels like I’m forgetting something hmm… I wish I could help more, but yeah 😔 Pixiv has many laimar comics up (in japanese) if that sates the hunger any

As consolation since I’m already here, why not show some of my laimar things laying around gathering dust I’m fond of. Don’t look if you don’t want to be spoiled for fics I may or may not write I guess? All down below is just laimar prompts

I spoke about some various ones and esp my timeline where she gets him into Daltian Clan here. "Laios… I was wondering, because you enjoy fantasy stories right? I was wondering if you’d like to give my favorite book series a go… It has monsters!" I love love love post-canon laimar where he gets the habit of chewing on her hair because he’s stimming and hungry. Like a goat.

Laios goes to Marcille for love advice. "You like someone?! Do I know them?" She eagerly asked. "Erm… Yes…?" // Post-canon. He’s so nervous and puts his foot in his mouth n lets things slip out that he thought would give him away. (Comic) "You like someone??! What are they like? Who are they?" And he’s like "Well… She’s a half-elf." He’s like shit she’ll probably know right away. And she goes still. "I’ve never met another half-elf!! We’re so rare! You’re saying you met one and didn’t tell me???!" She’s shaking him. And then she goes still again, contempt drawing on her face. "Wait… Are you asking me for advice because I’m a half-elf?" Laios runs with it "Yes!! And because you’re so savvy with romance and what people like…? If, uh, if you were a half-elf, what would you like to get as a gift? What sort of confession would you want?" "… You saved it there. Okay so since I’m so knowledgeable on romance, tell me what is she like?" "-describes Marcille-" She nods, smug yet oblivious. "Aah I can already tell we’d be great friends. Good taste." (then Thinking bubble with him giving her flowers at a restaurant "Did you know roses are edible and used in recipes", candlelit dinner, or wait maybe the most romantic is cooking together alone at home, chocolate! It’s expensive though… Wait I’m king now!)

Lil comic, Laios wakes up snuggled against Marcille’s back then promptly falls off the bed. The noise makes Marcille wake up and she’s like omg are u ok?? Laios is so sweaty and panicked and in denial about her being special to him. She explains, disgruntled at the memory "Izutsumi is bunking in with Chilchuck again, they’re taking the whole bedrolls." Pause. "Sorry, I should have told you, but you like sleeping with Izutsumi too so I figured…" She looked sheepish. "Between you and Senshi, I much prefer sleeping with you. It feels sort of nostalgic, like a sleepover, no?" He relaxes and gets in the bed again, smiling. "But… We’ve never had a sleepover?" She chuckles "I guess not. I must be getting that impression because of Falin…" And the air between them is warm yet bittersweet now, as she smiles like that and his eyes and smile cloud over. The earlier instinctive reluctance to touch is gone now. She snuggles into his arms and is like "Hug me?" "Okay." And he does, wraps his arms around her and tucks his chin over her head.

Post canon, marcille takes him to a squid restaurant. Cute lighthearted hehe. He sulks "If there are any parasites in this I will ban squid from this kingdom or so help me…"

Short post canon fluff marcille pov about laios gaining weight n becoming chubby. She used to dream of chiseled abs and angular elves, laios in every way, shape and form is so far from the beauty standards she idealized so. And yet… She loves how soft sleeping against him is, how much there’s more of him for her to hug and nuzzle her face in. She loves seeing him and seeing someone strong, who isn’t malnourished or underweight, someone healthy with color in their skin. An healthy appetite. He used to look more like a rectangle, severe and strict, but now he looked rounder, and seeing him smile at her always made her feel like that roundness suited him. She smiled back, and melted thinking about how her boyfriend was the sweetest in the world. ^I still wanna do this one really bad. Sometimes a fic premise comes from nowhere and puts you in a chokehold and you must finish it to obtain catharsis

Short oneshot about laios musing about Marcille’s smile, how important it is to him in subtle ways etc: Ends with Laios being like wait there’s something off (succubus). Then he grabbed her throat. Or smth

Laios seeing her dungeon like "this is so wrong Marcille you can’t run a dungeon for shit" and also "WHAT ARE THESE HORRORS OF MONSTERS NOO THEY CAN’T BE EFFECTIVE LIKE THAT"

Dinner for two: Very warm. Marcille and Laios are meeting up and cooking a dinner just for them both, no one else is there. They’re being so domestic and it’s light. Laios pauses at some point, doing the dishes, saying… I’ve always worried, thinking doing things like these would remind me of my parents.

Laios doesn’t know what to do when he realizes he actually *likes* likes Marcille, so he avoids her. Everyone notices and is disapproving of him.

Her mana acts up and she shares her dream with someone, kinda like with Izutsumi. Listen the premise could be smutty but I think it’d be more fun if they just hanged out n were silly, like the nightmares chapter without the nightmare

Laimar pining but from the view of Chilchuck, his love hatred sensing a storm brewing. The giggling, the looks. Ugh! It reminded him of himself and his wife when they were young and newly dating.

I love Laios and Izu being worsties so. Laios sees izutsumi rubbing her scent on marcille’s clothes and gets possessive. Maybe Golden Kingdom maybe something else I have no clue but Laios being ridiculous and cheek rubbing or something <3

I might want to do an AU where Laios gets into werebeast ring fighting, before canon and the split happens after he deserts the military. So he’s alone, has nothing going for him and stumbles into that sphere and gets werebeast tattoos done. It doesn’t make him happier at all and fighting sucks actually, but it brings money and he likes being a beast and being cheered by a crowd aka illusion of being liked, and money brings food and eating is the privilege of the living etc etc. So then when he goes to check on Falin at the academy it’s a big AU where he has a whole other reputation and look to him, and when he meets izutsumi their relationship is different and aaaaaa… He’s freeer in this au, lets himself be animalistic and weird, even though ofc the arc is him letting himself be more human as well and connecting with humans, through talking and infodumping n shit. Oh I went off but the laimar is because it’s inspired by cool laimar art here (warning tho it’s an art dump with toudencest also 😔) but werewolf Laios laimar AUs… A lotta fun stuff there idk idk

#Laimar #ask #Ppl can send me laimar asks tbh idk when i’d get to them but i do still love them #Not all that much left i wanna explore analysis or post wise with them though #Laios touden #marcille donato #Fanfic wips #Dungeon meshi #Spoilers #dungeon meshi manga spoilers

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snoocupz · 2 months

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okay I'm a sucker for a rare pair and even more for a rare pair ot3...pls propagandize me im very curious :0

Hi! Oh my god, that makes me SO happy! I never expect my little shipart to get this much attention - let alone have people like the ship and wanting me to talk about it!

I wasn't sure whether I want to share my whole headcanons about them getting together yet or not, and decided to instead collect some headcanons about these 3 that I love! So here;

My little collection on Klapolloquill headcanons! 🩷

- Simon and Klavier have briefly been friends before Simon went to jail. Klavier, as a new and young prosecutor, desperately seeked contact in the office and loved Simons style from the start. Dark clothes, an interest for music and an ex bass player - all while still being somewhat of a nerd abour psychology & birds. He had tried to build up an active friendship to him - unfortunately it was cut short due to Simon admitting to murderer and going to jail. (Klavier should feel this pain again in the following years as not only his best friend Daryan, but also brother go to jail).

- Once finally free past Dual Destinies Apollo and Simon build up some sort of friendship thanks to Athena. Quickly they realise they were mistaken about each others characters and after a whole they start to bond on a deeper level due to the trauma they had experienced... mostly because of Apollo losing Clay, and Simon losing Bobby. (Bonus angst points if Claypollo and Blackbright were secretly canon and they bond over the loss of their ex lovers).

- Klapollo starts dating first. Klavier had feelings for Apollo early on after meeting him, but it took a lot of time and change for them to finally get together.

- Klavier, however, is also the one who is self aware about being Polyam. He previously had crushes on more than one person at the same time and once time passes and he builds up the friendship to Simon he wanted to have he eventually starts crushing on him. Hard.

- He confesses his crush to Apollo, fearing the worst. It is a huge insecurity of his and he doesn't get it across without tears and apologies, clarifying how much he loves Apollo as well, just to be... very perplexed about how calmly Apollo takes it. In fact, Apollo starts gently teasing Klavier about his obvious crush. He finds him adorable, blushing when looking at Simon like this. Apollo is ultimately the one who convinces Klavier to ask Simon out.

- Unknowingly Simon has a little crush on Apollo anyways. This young defense attorney shines brighter than any sun, he is smart, pretty, such a gentle and stronger soul than he believes of himself. Simon enjoys himself around the both of them, so endlessly much, and with passing time Simon feels lovable again, after prison and losing Bobby (the only person that made him feel lovable before).

- Eventually all 3 shyly allow themselves to get closer. Especially Klavier with his gigantic crush on Simon can hardly believe it everytime he gets to sit between both of them on the couch. Just having his knee slightly touch Simons makes his head spin and they keep smiling at each other more when passing each other on the prosecutor halls.

- And hey! Who would have thought! They fall in love! Each of them, with one another. And in fact, their ideas of love fit together perfectly. All 3 of them long for nothing more but a calm, domestic lifestyle.

- What that looks like...? Easy. A cozy apartment, many plants, falling asleep cuddling, with one cat and one dog at the side. Breakfast on the balcony as Klavier slurps his vanilla latte, Simon makes them eggs, and Apollo tries to stop Taka from stealing bacon straight from his bagel.

- Mikeko (Apollos cat) adores Simon. No day passes where this cat doesn't chose to sit on his legs or lap. Whenever the cat chooses him, Simon is careful to not move a single inch. May she rest as long as she wants to!

- Taka (Simons hawk) adores Apollo. After being afraid of her for months (sorry, Taka has always been female in my brain LMAO) Apollo realises that she is not only well behaved but also seeks active contact to him. Simon falls even more in love with him when seeing Apollo feed the bird on the balcony and daring to pat her feathery head.

- Vongole (first Kristophs, then Klaviers dog) is the most sweetest girl of girls. Greeting all of them with enthusiasm and DEMANDING to sleep in the bed at all times, she won each of their hearts and can be considered the true Queen of the house!

- However, it can be complicated to cuddle, ESPECIALLY if you are Simon Blackquill, and a living cuddle sized heater. He must always sleep in the middle automatically as Apollo loves to rest his head on his chest while Klavier has the most freeziest hands in the history of forever. And yes, he will randomly warm his hands under Simons shirt at every possible moment.

- Funnily enough, their household works very smoothly together. Apollo cooks at most, but his desk easily looks like it explodes after one use. He keeps leaving things around and forgetting about them. Simon cleans, and he has no issue cleaning after Apollo at times. Klavier is the one to take the dog and plan their dates, and no date has ever been dissapointing, he's fantatsic at planning them!

So at most! This ship is really fluffy and comforting in my eyes, so here are some random thoughts on them! Thanks for listening to me rambling! <3

#ace attorney #aa #apollo justice #klavier gavin #simon blackquill #klapollo #klavquill #justquill #simollo #klapolloquill

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Hey there!! ☺

I hope everything's been going okay, I'm not as active on here anymore as I used to, but I'm glad to see you back😊 I was wondering if i could write you something for Bi-Han and/or Reptile since my inbox ate your ask all that time ago😵

Title: Boo to You, Happy Howl-o-Ween part 2!

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Werewolf!Bi-Han x AFAB!Reader, Syzoth x AFAB!Reader, Syzoth x Werewolf!Bi-Han, OT3 Werewolf!Bi-Han x Syzoth x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: werewolf!Bi-Han, implied A/B/O dynamics, knotting, hemipenes, DP, mxm, threesome, c*m inflation, ruts, mating season, breeding

Word count: 4,250

Summary: You wake up to find Bi-Han with an insatiable urge to mate, ok you got this, you know how to handle it but what you didn’t count on is Syzoth feeling the same way. How are you supposed to handle both of them at the same time when they’re like this? Don’t worry, you’ll find a way 😉

Author’s Note: So, Bi-Han bottoming is about the closest to him getting dominated that I will write, I’m sorry but there is no “sub” in Sub-Zero for me, so hopefully this scratches that itch 😅 I LOVE how this one came out and hopefully you loves will too. As always please like, comment and reblog if you do! 🩵💚🩷

Also if you missed the first part you can read it here!

You shift and roll around in bed and it feels hot and sticky and wrong, you wonder if Syzoth had pushed the space heater too close to the bed in the middle of the night again. “Hnng what’s going on, why’s it so hot,” you lament reaching a hand out to look for either of your lovers only to be greeted with a hot, fluffy tail. “Oh,” you mumble slightly “oh!” You repeat as it dawns on you why the bed was so hot, it wasn’t Syzoth’s fault, it was Bi-Han's. His exposed flesh was hot and almost clammy as he slept peacefully beside the two of you. You had been through this before but Syzoth hadn’t and you were unsure how the Saurian was going to react to finding out not only were werewolves real but he was dating one.

Gently you roll the cryomancer over and tug down his pants, trying to be careful not to wake him up, slowly you lower your head over his hot, dripping cock. Bi-Han was already worked up from his rut even without knowing, and he let out a soft whimper in his sleep, the sound of its music to your ears. You shift so you're straddling his legs giving yourself a better angle to suck his cock, it's musky, heady, and mouth-watering as you test the heavy weight of it against your tongue. The taste of the cryomancer was something you could never get enough of and he almost tasted sweeter when he was in a rut, syrupy, enticing, intoxicating, irresistible and you moan softly as you lap up the sticky fluid leaking from his tip. You feel stirring and quickly flick your eyes up to see if Bi-Han was waking up, but it wasn’t Bi-Han, it was Syzoth, who seemed very happy to wrap his arms around you from behind and press, hot, wet kisses to the nape of your neck.

“Why is Bi-Han getting such a nice wake up present, I was sound asleep too ya know,” Syzoth whispers against your ear, his forked tongue tracing the outer shell as you feel the Zaterran swelling against your back.

“Because, Bi-Han has a little problem right now that I think you can relate to,” you whisper back as you pull away from his delicious cock to gesture at his fluffy ears and bushy tail.

Syzoth’s emerald green eyes go wide with surprise, “sunshine, what’s going on? Why does our Polar Bear have ears and a tail?” He hisses frantically.

“Mnng,” Bi-Han groans at the loss of your hot, wet mouth as a clawed hand gropes around for you.

“He’s been meaning to tell you, I guess he just never found the right time…” you trail off as Bi-Han cracks open his bewitching blue eyes.

“I’m a werewolf,” he slurs groggily as his tail starts to wag when you start stroking his cock lazily.

“First vampires are real, now werewolves, next your going to tell me those awful things from that movie Johnny made me watch are real too!” Syzoth exclaims thoroughly dumbfounded.

“Aliens? Nah, those aren’t real,” Bi-Han rumbles, “but I am and my rut is starting to get kind of bad.” He warns as he exhales sharply, his tongue presses against his sharp, extended canine and he shifts his hips up seeking more of your warmth.

“You get ruts too?” Syzoth ventures a curious question and figures he should come clean to Bi-Han about his own problem with ruts. He could tell from the way he was leaking against your back Bi-Han wasn’t the only one about to start their rut.

“Too? Sy, what haven’t you told me? And don’t give me that ‘well you lied too’ bullshit because I kept this a secret because I can seriously hurt both of you,” he looks away for a moment, as if he was scared of what he was really capable of.

“I’m a reptiloid Bi-Han, my true nature is that of an animal essentially and I, like you have ruts, where I can’t control my urges,” he pauses to moan as he bucks against your plush ass.

“Let me guess,” he pants softly, the fever getting worse, “you just hit yours too? Qīn, please, I need you or Sy if you’re feeling up to it.” Bi-Han all but begs as sweat breaks out across his brow and he squeezes his eyes shut tightly.

“Talk about bad timing huh?” The Zaterran answers before continuing, “how are we going to do this? I need to satisfy myself in my natural form when I’m in a rut, I need all of sunshine.”

“Why the fuck do you need her to yourself, you can share, you’ve never been so greedy before,” Bi-Han sits up snarling and then his ethereal blue eyes go wide as he sees Syzoth in his natural form from the waist down for the first time. “What the fuck? You have two dicks?!” Bi-Han exclaims as his tail goes rigid and his ears lie flat back in surprise.

Syzoth blushes a deep green as he lets Bi-Han drink in his surprise, “now you see why I need all of sunshine, un-unless,” he starts.

“Unless what? I can’t knot qīn’s throat, it would suffocate her, we’ll have to take turns.” Bi-Han reasons.

“Unless,” Syzoth tries again, flushing even deeper with embarrassment, his tail flicking and flopping around wildly at the idea.

“Spit it out,” Bi-Han growls angrily, the wolf getting the best of him as he waits very impatiently for Syzoth to get to the point.

“Well, sunshine can ride you, while I fuck both of you,” Syzoth speaks rapidly as if afraid of the answer from the cryomancer.

“You… you mean to fuck me? In my ass? I…does your rut make you stupid or something?!” Bi-Han lashes out with verbal anger.

“Now, now, calm down and think about it for a minute Polar Bear, you still get to knot me and flood my belly with your cum while Syzoth gets to satisfy himself too, no one has to wait and anal can be very enjoyable,” you reason with the cryomancer trying to come to an amicable arrangement that didn’t leave you getting passed around like an overly sensitive rag doll. You didn’t think you could handle getting fucked back to back by their animalistic sides, the thought terrified you if you were honest. Both had made you orgasm so many times and left you teary-eyed and exhausted to the point you could barely move.

Bi-Han looks away, not wanting to look at Syzoth, “be honest Sy, does it hurt?” He asks, his high cheekbones dusted with a light pink coloring as he deliberates.

“Does what hurt? My rut? Yes, it’s excruciating,” he whimpers as he ruts against your ass more persistently.

“Not that!” Bi-Han all but hisses with embarrassment, unwilling to look at either of you.

“Oh, oh, I’m sorry love, you meant anal, well a little at first but, it feels really good, especially with you, you’re always careful not to hurt me and your cock is so nice and big it feels fantastic when you get into a rhythm,” Syzoth answers as he leans forward, pressing you against the cyromancer’s washboard abs as he lovingly caresses Bi-Han’s flushed cheek.

“Fuck,” Bi-Han whines at the contact of your warm body surrounding him, “fuck, I guess, I mean if you think it will work, I just can’t wait anymore,” he growls and bucks his hips up trying to find your warmth.

“Shhh Polar Bear, let us take care of you for a change,” you whisper sweetly pressing a kiss to the temple of his forehead before you right yourself and give Syzoth a little shove back. You wrap your lips around the cryomancer’s cock again, making sure you get him nice and wet before you bury him in your wetness. His cock always seemed impossibly bigger when he was transformed so it was more a courtesy for yourself than it was for the cryomancer.

He moans low in his throat as a clawed hand comes to rest in your hair, the other pulling Syzoth over for a kiss, the kiss is cold and dominant, as if Bi-Han was trying to say he was still the one in control despite the state of affairs.

You hear the desperate little chirps coming from the Zaterran as you pull more of Bi-Han’s delicious cock into the hot cavern of your throat. You moan around his cock as you lap up the pre-cum oozing from the cryowolf’s huge cock, loving the taste of the salty liquid.

Reluctantly Syzoth breaks the kiss, “I think my tongue might be more beneficial elsewhere.”

“Go-go slow Sy, please,” Bi-Han asks in a quiet voice, one you barely even recognize as his.

Syzoth nods and helps reposition you, you unwillingly give up your delicious treat. Playing with the cryomancer had made you soaking wet, as wet as his spit-soaked cock, with Syzoth's help you steady your hands on the cryomancer’s perfect abs and you slowly sink down on his huge, thick cock. You cry out at the warmth as he opens you up slowly, you pant softly as you take your time, getting used to the burn and stretch of the cryomancer’s impressive length. It didn’t matter how many times you had been with the cryomancer, he was always a lot to handle, and even more so in this position while he was transformed. You shutter just thinking about trying to squeeze his knot inside your already stuffed pussy, but that was future yous problem, current you were just enjoying the cryowolf rearranging your insides, claiming your tight little cunt as his own.

“Fuck,” Bi-Han breathes out loudly as you finally sink down his entire shaft, enveloping him in your sweet, sticky, velveteen heat. He nearly jumps as Syzoth’s strong hands push his thighs apart and his nimble tongue grazes Bi-Han’s puckered hole. “I, I can’t, it’s too weird,” he breathes out with a hint of a pleasured whimper.

“Focus on me Bi-Han,” you reassure him as you squeeze your plush walls around his cock. “It’s like that time I gave you a prostate massage, you liked that right?” Hesitant to answer and embarrassed, Bi-Han turns his head to the side and just nods in agreement. “This is like that only better, trust me, I wouldn’t ask you to do anything I don’t think you’ll enjoy, I know giving up control is hard for you, but just try it.” You feel a spit-soaked finger prodding your ass as Syzoth slips the digit inside your ass, you let out a small moan as if to encourage and reassure Bi-Han.

Syzoth’s tongue returns to Bi-Han’s hole before wriggling inside the tight ring of muscle. He thrusts his tongue in and out slowly, trying to keep pace with the cryomancer’s uncertainty, gradually he removes his tongue to suck on his fingers and slowly pushes one inside the cryomancer’s tight body.

“Nnng Sy,” Bi-Han calls softly as he tries to relax and allow his boyfriend to keep stretching him, the sensation unfamiliar and strange.

You roll your hips to distract the cryomancer from Syzoth’s ministrations, moaning softly as you do. You can already feel the base of Bi-Han’s knot swelling as he gives a little shout and a swear.

Syzoth added a second finger to both of you as his fingers are quick to find Bi-Han’s prostate and massage it eagerly.

“Oh fuck,” Bi-Han sighs and tries to keep still, desperately wanting to buck up into your enticing heat, but not wanting to do anything that would hurt himself.

“You look so good right now Bi-Han, your cute little ears keep flicking around and you’re all flushed with need, god you’re perfect,” Syzoth breathes out as he peeks around you to get a good look at his usually dominant lover.

“Sh-shut up Sy,” Bi-Han stutters before it’s cut off by an indignant little whimper the cryowolf is desperate to choke off.

You moan at the way Bi-Han looks, his shoulder-length, ebony hair spilled across the dark blue sheets, strands sticking to his sweaty forehead, the blush prevalent on his high cheekbones, his blue eyes almost black with need. Oh, this was your lucky day alright, seeing Bi-Han like this would more than make up for any discomfort to come. You shift your weight in his lap to make it easier to bounce on his huge cock, each little thrust making you moan loudly as Syzoth worked a third finger into both of you. “Oh god, you two are going to make me cum,” you whimper as the heat coils and pools in your lower stomach. You’d barely started fucking the cryomancer and already you were teetering on the edge of an orgasm just feeling the swell of his knot and the delicious way each thrust of your hips knocked his fat cockhead into your sweet spot.

Bi-Han growls and presses down on Syzoth’s fingers as his clawed hands find your hips, digging into your supple flesh softly, “so cum for us, no one’s stopping you.”

You whine at Bi-Han’s words as you lift and lower yourself onto his thick cock, determined to fit his knot inside your warmth as you can feel it swelling more and more with each flick of Syzoth’s talented fingers.

“Mmm what are you waiting for indeed?” Syzoth asks and there’s a sudden emptiness as you hear the obscene squeal of the bottle of lube. Even though Syzoth was self-lubricating in his natural form he thought some extra moisture wouldn’t hurt. Slowly he pushes into you first meeting little to no resistance as his huge cock slowly slips inside your tight little ass.

“Ah, oh, fuuuuuuck,” you hiss as you're filled to the brim by both of your lovers and it feels indescribable, you can’t hold back any longer as you force the last few inches of Bi-Han’s knot into your greedy pussy. Your mouth opens in a silent cry before you find your voice in the form of a high-pitched keen, your plush, sticky walls clamp down on both of their cocks as you chase your high. You shudder wildly as Bi-Han’s claws hold you firmly in place atop him as your orgasm crashes into you. You can’t explain it but whenever Bi-Han was in a rut it always made you crazy sensitive and extra horny, maybe he released pheromones to make his mate amicable to his rut, you didn’t know, all you knew was the pleasure coursing through your body was enough to make you see stars.

Bi-Han lets out a low whine and through your fog, you realize Syzoth is slowly sinking his second cock into the cryomancer’s tight entrance. “Oh fuck, you feel so good qīn, so perfect, your little pussy built just for me,” he groans as you squeeze and pulsate around his hard cock. Another soft noise escapes the cryowolf, “this is weird, why is it spiney Sy?”

Syzoth just chuckles and reaches around to wipe some of the hair from Bi-Han’s sweaty brow, “I don’t know, just how Zaterran’s are. Is it ok? Do I need to go slower?”

“If you go any slower we’ll still be here by the time our next rut kicks in, you aren’t going to break me Sy,” Bi-Han huffs indignantly, his usual cockiness and arrogance slowly returning.

You pant and heave on top of the cryowolf as you try and catch your breath, but it just comes out in pitiful little whimpers as both cocks fill you so full you’re afraid to move.

“I’ll take it from here sunshine, you rest, you did such a good job,” Syzoth praises as he begins to move slowly thrusting his cocks in and out of you and Bi-Han.

You cry out at the action as it forces you to topple over giving Syzoth a better angle to fuck you both. You whine and mewl as the actions drive Bi-Han’s huge knotted cock in and out of you, the tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. It seems so gentle in compassion to the first time the cryowolf had absolutely ravaged you last spring in your little apartment by the river.

Syzoth reaches down to entwine his fingers with Bi-Han’s as their hands rest on your hips, keeping you in place. He shares a messy kiss with the cryomancer as he starts to fuck both of you in earnest now.

Bi-Han bites his lip to try and quiet the little cries and whimpers falling from his lips as Syzoth’s cock plunges into him over and over again.

You don’t bother silencing yourself, you didn’t care if the whole Lin Kuei heard how good you were getting fucked. You cry out loudly as the lip of Bi-Han’s knot catches on the rim of your overstretched pussy, it hurts but feels perfect all at the same time and Syzoth keeps thrusting into the two of you, driving Bi-Han’s cock impossibly deeper inside your slick walls. “I-I’m going to cum again,” you warn the two of them as the heat and pressure in your stomach becomes unbearable. Bi-Han holds your hips in place as he thrusts up wildly, feverishly into your wet heat and your brain short-circuits, you can’t keep up with them both thrusting, you pant and whimper as hot fat tears begin to roll down your cheeks. “Oh fuck, oh fuck please,” you plead, unsure who you’re pleading to as they continue to fuck you.

“Shit qīn, I’m gonna cum too,” Bi-Han growls out, his teeth clenched tightly together as his hips snap into you painfully.

You squeal loudly as the tension in your belly snaps and you tumble over the edge, you whimper pitifully as the pleasure courses through your body. You can’t help the way your tongue falls out of your mouth, lolling to the side as saliva mingles with your tears as your mess oozes down your face, dripping onto Bi-Han’s unusually hot cheeks.

He holds you close as he slams up into you, pushing his enormous knot inside your tight little canal before he finally stills, with a loud snarling sound you feel the first jets of cum splashing against your walls. His icy claws dig into your flesh, little droplets of blood oozing up from the punctures as his hips still and he begins pumping you full of cum.

You whine as you feel the ridiculous amount of viscous liquid filling up your tight little hole, your whole body trembles as his knot swells fully, locking every single drop of cum inside your spent pussy. You pant softly as you look down, feeling your belly swell with Bi-Han’s release, you blush as you look almost pregnant.

“Fuck, qīn, you feel so perfect right now, so tight, you’re so full of my cum, ugh I just want to keep fill you up,” Bi-Han groans as Syzoth keeps thrusting.

“You both feel amazing,” he echos the sentiment as he rocks his hips against both of you, the little spines tickling and caressing your insides.

“I feel weird, I just came, but I want to again,” Bi-Han growls, his blue eyes looking electric in the morning light.

Syzoth focuses on Bi-Han’s prostate as he fucks the two of you harder, chasing his own orgasm, “so cum for me, cum all over my pretty cocks.” Syzoth pants, getting close to cumming himself as he sneaks a hand around and in between you and Bi-Han to tease your clit.

“Sy!” You shout and lurch in place, unable to go anywhere due to Bi-Han’s knot locking him deep inside you. You cover your mouth in embarrassment as he continues to rub tight circles around your clit making your voice rise in octaves, both their names fall from your lips as you tremble and shake around their cocks.

“Such a good girl you are qīn, gonna make a mess all over my cock aren’t you, I bet it feels so good taking both of us at once,” Bi-Han encourages in between moans as Syzoth’s cock keeps up its persistent assault on his prostate. He pants loudly, his groans and growls becoming more animalistic and feral the longer the reptiloid keeps fucking the two of you.

“Sy please,” you beg and you’re not sure if you want him to stop or to let you cum as you feel Bi-Han’s huge cock twitch and pulsate with another impending orgasm.

Syzoth pulls you upright again as he gets a better angle on your clit, rubbing it mercilessly in time with his hard thrusts, you can barely hear the obscene squelching over the noises you keep making. It embarrasses you again, to the point of tears once again threatening to fall. “Cum for me sunshine,” he hisses trying to keep his excited chirps at bay.

You scream their names as your body locks up and with a great big heave your orgasm knocks the wind from your body. It takes a moment to find your voice again as you whimper and cry as the pleasure shakes you to the very core, you clench around their cocks as you ride out your pleasure, blurry-eyed and spent.

“Fuck!” Bi-Han shouts as one more thrust from Syzoth coupled with your orgasm pushes him over the edge once more and you aren’t sure where all the cum will go, your stomach is already distorted as it is.

You’re a good girl though so you take it and moan at the sensation of more of the hot cum spilling into your unprotected womb. You cry and whimper on top of Bi-Han as Syzoth’s tail flails wildly and you can tell he’s about to cum as well.

“You’re both so good, so pretty, I can’t hold back anymore,” he whines and chokes off a hissing sound as your ass and Bi-Han’s ass are suddenly warm and sticky with copious amounts of Zaterran cum.

Suddenly you shiver violently, the heat dissipating from Bi-Han’s once fevered body and you’re suddenly chilled to the core inside and out.

Bi-Han makes a face as Syzoth’s release floods his body and he looks uncomfortable, “that feels weird, why do you always moan when I cum qīn?”

“You look really hot when you do?” You offer up the easiest, least embarrassing answer you can give the cryomancer. “I mean I can’t see Sy, but I’m sure he looks all fucked out and hot as hell,” you continue trying to cover up the fact that you had a breeding kink about as badly as your boyfriends had one.

“I mean yeah, he looks pretty hot, but it’s all warm and sticky,” Bi-Han continues to make a face as slowly Syzoth pulls out.

“It’s a compliment Bi, it means I like your sweet little ass so much I just had to claim it,” he chuckles and barely manages to dodge the pillow thrown at him.

“You are so lucky I can’t move right now, you’d be in deep shit,” Bi-Han growls, but stays in place knowing he can’t go anywhere until his knot deflates.

You whimper feebly caught in the middle of all of this as Syzoth’s release dribbles down your backside mingling in the mess below. “C-cold,” you whimper out and Syzoth is quick to wrap a blanket around you all while Bi-Han’s tail wags happily and his ears twitch playfully.

“So, how was it?” Syzoth asks, cuddling up next to the two of you.

“Weird, but I didn’t hate it, I guess under emergency rut situations it’s acceptable to let you top, but ONLY during emergency rut situations.” Bi-Han huffs as Syzoth nuzzles his neck lovingly.

“Understood,” he agrees albeit a bit wistfully, it had been nice being able to pleasure both of his lovers at the same time.

“Qīn, you can lie down on me if it’s more comfortable you know, you don’t have to just stay perched up there,” Bi-Han says while stroking your back through the fluffy blanket.

“I’m cold Polar Bear, laying on you will make me even colder,” you whine, you hadn’t thought about how uncomfortable of a position this would be to ride out his knot.

“What if I put a blanket on my chest, will that help?” Bi-Han asks while Syzoth grabs another of the many blankets that were strewn all over the cryomancer’s bed.

“Y-yeah, that might help.” You try and stop your teeth from chattering as Syzoth helps you lay down on the blanketed cryomancer, his tail still wagging happily. “Next time can you two have separate ruts please?”

“Why? You seemed like you enjoyed yourself,” Bi-Han asks, his now brown eyes fluttering closed.

“Yeah but everything hurts now, you two are too much like this,” you lament, but not really, deep down you were about as happy as could be with your distended belly full of cum making it hard to get comfortable.

Syzoth offers you a kiss on the cheek as he slides a pillow under your head, “well get some rest for now, I don’t know how werewolves are but you know I’ll be insatiable in another few hours or so.”

“Same!” Bi-Han grins and throws a hand up for a high five, something the two of you had to teach the Zaterran.

The two of them chuckle and you just sigh dramatically, while concealing a smile as you try and get some more sleep, it was going to be a very long day and night, not that you were complaining of course.

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