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seventeenlovesthree · 2 years

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Digiweek 2022 Drabbles/Ficlets - Red Shades Filling Up My Heart

One year ago, @dutchforstrangers had decided to dedicate the entirety of Digiweek to a lovely little polyamorous OT3 fanfiction with the title “Shades of Red”. Even if I went into Digiweek 2022 pretty much unprepared, I’m still aiming to pay homage to the story by taking a look at how things may have developed afterwards...

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Chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]

Chapter 2: Relationship

Summary: Koushirou is treating Mimi for dinner, thanking her for all the support she’s been offering him throughout his journey to discover his feelings for his two best friends, encouraging him to shoot for the stars and for his romantic happiness. However, the platonic relationships in his life are just as important to him - and now he has the means to put that into words as well.

Characters: Koushirou Izumi, Mimi Tachikawa

Ship: Platonic Koumi, romantic Taikoura

Main POV: Koushirou Izumi

Genre: Friendship, Romance

Rating: T

Wordcount: 1277

“Well then – cheers!”

With that, Mimi clinked her cocktail glass against Koushirou’s, smiling her brightest smile.

“Congrats on scoring the highest possible score there, Koushirou-kun! Or shall I say… Scores?”

Koushirou himself couldn’t help but sigh at that pun, but a somewhat embarrassed grin was forming on his lips as well.

“Mimi-san…”

It was a happy occasion after all. He had volunteered to treat Mimi for dinner, should he ever manage to confess to Taichi – and Sora as well for that matter, but the main objective had been to convince Taichi that his feelings had not been a one-sided deal all along. Mimi had encouraged him – and Sora – to go for the Valentine’s Day confession and was now earning her price for believing in her friends so thoroughly. And loudly.

“What, I just want you to know how happy I am for you!,” she pouted at his lowkey-ness, wanting to celebrate having his feelings successfully reciprocated after a lot of second-guessing. “And proud as well – who would have guessed you would actually go for such an extravagant goal! Falling for and going for two people at once… Truly impressive.”

He coughed at that remark as she gleefully dug into her sundae once more. Just like Taichi and Sora had pointed out, Mimi had a sense for her friends’ romantic affairs…

“Well, you made it pretty apparent that you’ve been having quite the… Colourful impression of us.”

“Pffff, please, can you blame me for that?,” she giggled, pointing her spoon at him in a dramatic manner. “You guys were unbearable to watch sometimes, each and every one of you, no exceptions… And I’m still mad at you for not having told me about all of this sooner.”

It had been quite a journey indeed – by now, Koushirou had realized how exasperated the others must have been to witness the entire thing unfold in front of their eyes. With Koushirou and Sora having been dancing around each other – figuratively and physically –, while Taichi had silently suffered around them, all of them too oblivious and dense to see how much they had hurt one another in the process, despite having wanted each other for the longest time…

“What was I supposed to tell you about when I wasn’t even aware of what was going on myself?,” Koushirou confessed in a defeated tone – and was almost certain that Mimi was this close to throwing the spoon at him, hadn’t they been in a public place.

“EXACTLY THAT! Taichi-san must have been just as baffled to see you being that close to Sora-san… And that Spain trip!” Once again, she dramatically rolled her eyes, followed by a loud laugh. “I still can’t believe you thought it was appropriate to book just one hotel room and one bed without having any ulterior motives there…”

Hearing that, he felt heat creeping into his cheeks and so he took a big bite from the pancake in front of him, trying hard not to remember that instance too vividly.

“And I’ve told you that my only ulterior motive had been to save costs – the spot where you hit me still hurts sometimes by the way.”

“Well deserved! Sleeping in the same room and same bed as beautiful, gorgeous, stunning Sora-san – just how?!”

And thus, the heat increased even more. Looking back on it, it obviously had made him notice Sora more thoroughly, having been physically close and comfortable in her company, watching her from decreased distance, seeing her smile, her happiness, with completely different eyes… Heart fluttering included.

“When we were sixteen, you couldn't even look at me without turning into a tomato – just like you do now!"

"I was sixteen, like you just said!," he countered, raising his voice, causing her expression to turn mischievous. Through years of experience, he was aware how much she enjoyed getting under his skin, challenging and teasing him, especially about his former crush on her – and he was also terribly aware that he fell for it each and every time.

"Seriously though, you had been rambling about this trip for days, told me you were planning on doing loads of sightseeing. I’ve literally never seen your eyes lighting up at the idea of going dancing with Sora-san, you used to be stiff as a board! And every second sentence was also about how you’d wanted to show all the sights and stuff to Taichi-san...,” Mimi mused, still sounding highly amused – but also fond of the memory, enjoying her friend being so obviously in love with his two best friends. “If I didn’t have my suspicions about you being a bisexual disaster before, that would have been the final straw, unbelievable."

This time, Koushirou couldn’t unsee the softness in her expression and automatically returned it. He really must have been unbearable after all, having been so fed up with Taichi closing himself off that he had continuously rambled about him, how frustrated he had been with him, how much he had missed him…

But before he could even reply to Mimi, she elaborated – with words that made his heart jump a little:

“… And now look at you. You finally know what you want, who you want… And you went for it. That is truly amazing and admirable, Koushirou-kun.”

“I have to thank you for that,” he responded almost immediately – and thus catching her off guard in return.

“Awww, I didn’t even do anything, really.” Mimi just waved her hand at that, obviously flattered, before emptying the ice cream glass in front of her. “Playing Amor is definitely a profession I’d consider, but honestly? You guys just needed a nudge. And… Being in love suits you.”

He could tell that she was speaking honestly here, not wanting to take too much credit, but he also knew her well enough by now to pick up on the little things. There had been a time when he hadn’t been able to deal with her well, not knowing how to reply to her, how to tend to her emotions, just as she hadn’t had the capacities to deal with his rationality either. They had come a long way since then, with a lot of ups and downs in between.

“No, I mean it,” he spoke from a place of honesty just as much as she had done, wanting to underline how much it all meant to him. “I’d say that… Relationships of that caliber have never been my biggest strength and it took a lot to face all of this. You should be aware of that… First hand, so to speak. I wouldn’t have been able to understand myself as well as I do now, or be able to… Say these things out loud, if it hadn’t been for your support. So… The bisexual disaster in me is just incredibly thankful.”

Once he had finished his speech, he already felt the urge to apologize for it – because her eyes were, without a doubt, shimmering with tears. But again, he had no chance to intervene, as she actually threw a tissue at him this time, babbling enthusiastically:

“Awww, you’re so cute when you get open like that! Sora-san and Taichi-san are super lucky, hehe…”

“I’m just as lucky. To have them… And you as my friend, Mimi-san.”

“See, being in love really suits you, it makes you more cheesy as well! I’m thankful too though,” she admitted, chuckling, as she wiped a tear away. “Speaking of food… Shall we order another course?”

With a heart full of softness and thankfulness, Koushirou handed her an unused tissue now, knowing that he had found the right words eventually.

“It’s my treat, so go ahead.”

“Yay!”

#digiweek #digiweek 2022 #taikoura #koumi #my drabbles #fanfiction #digimon #koushirou izumi #mimi tachikawa

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birds-punch · 3 years

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The Three - Way Scandal

Summary: When Mickey Mouse accidentally stumbles upon his best friend, Donald Duck kissing two certain Caballeros; the mouse quickly takes it upon himself to investigate if the duck is cheating on Daisy or not.

Characters: Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, Donald Duck, Goofy, Daisy Duck, Panchito Pistoles, José Carioca, Several other Disney Characters.

Pairing: Donald x Panchito x José (Three Gay Caballeros), Donald x Daisy (past!)

Notes:

This is literally the first OT3 fanfic I’ve written in a long time and not to mention the very first time I actually written Mickey, Goofy and Minnie so I apologize if I made anyone OOC in this.

I also used Google Translate for the Spanish and Portuguese words that Panchito and José speaks in this fic, so feel free to tell me if I got anything wrong and I’ll quickly fix it.

“Hey Minnie, have you seen Donald? He wasn’t at the door earlier.” Mickey asked, getting off the stage after he introduced himself to the crowd.

Minnie looked up from her schedule, tapping her chin with her pen. “Sorry Mickey, I didn’t see him either. But Panchito and José are here tonight, why don’t you go ask them?”

Mickey’s expression lit up at the suggestion, “That’s a great idea! Thanks, Minnie!” He said giving her a wave, before walking off to find the two birds.

Surely finding two colourful looking birds would be easy right? Well apparently not, because after going through the entire theatre and checking every single table along with the foyer, (where he got the same answer from Daisy) the mouse still couldn’t find the duck. Letting out a tired sigh, Mickey went back to sit on the red couch that’s near the dressing rooms and the back entrance to the stage.

‘Where could Donald have gone off to?’ The mouse thought to himself, trying to come up with some ideas on where his best friend might’ve gone to.

As if the universe finally got tired of him trying to figure out, the sound of three muffled voices came into ears. Turning his head into the direction of the noise, Mickey found himself face to face with Donald’s dressing room door. Quickly getting off the couch, he walked over to the door about to knock when he noticed that it wasn’t even locked or closed properly, showing a gap large enough for anyone to peek through.

Despite knowing that’s incredibly rude to listening in on other people’s conversations and spying on them at the same time. Mickey couldn’t control his curiosity or his impatience from peeking through the gap, tuning his round ears towards the conversation.

The white duck fiddled with his work jacket, looking quite uneasy towards two familiar birds.

“Ooohh... I’m so nervous guys. I’m not sure if this is gonna go well for us in front of everyone.”

José immediately stepped in, a calm supportive smile on his beak, “It’ll be alright, meu patinho. Don’t forget that this not only you’ve been waiting for a há muito tempo, but also Panchito and I as well. We’ll be here by your side, up on that stage tonight.”

Panchito also stepped in, placing a hand on the duck”s shoulder. “Being nervioso for this big confession is normal, Mi Patito. But I promise everything will be alright in the end and if no one accepts us for what we have together,” the rooster then shook a fist in the air. “Iré a ellos y los haré comer mi puño!”

Mickey felt a rush of confusion go through his body. He doesn’t remember asking the Three Caballeros to perform for tonight or Minnie changing the schedule a little. They’re probably just here to visit their friend.

A smile finally forms on the mallard’s face, before wrapping his arms around the two Caballeros in a two way embrace.

“Thanks guys, I really needed that.”

“You do not need us to thank us, meu amor,” José replied, returning the hug. “Panchi and I tell you these things because we love you very much and are proud of how far you have come and how brave you are.” The parrot finished, taking Donald’s cheek into his hand.

“I love you guys too.”

Hearing those words was still as powerful as the very first time he told the pair his feelings of love a long time ago. Taking the initiative, José gently placed his beak over Donald’s before letting Panchito do the same.

Mickey’s mouth dropped open in shock at the scene that was happening right in front of his eyes. A million questions ran through his short circuited head. ‘When did this happened?!’, ‘Why didn’t Donald tell him and Goofy?’, ‘How long have they all been together?’

The mouse rubbed the back of his head, still trying to process what the Three Caballeros just did in Donald’s dressing room. He couldn’t believe that Donald had kept this secret relationship to himself for a very long time and so well that no one had even suspected that anything had changed about the white Pekin. But... if Donald didn’t tell anyone other than the fact that he either bi or gay (not saying that the mouse has anything against it.), does that mean it’s because he’s cheating on Daisy?

He immediately shook his head, trying to erase that last thought.

‘No way! Donald may cheat at anything, cheating in a relationship just isn’t like him!’ The star thought to himself furiously. A second thought then invaded his mind, ‘Then again... Whenever Donald and Daisy are together and Minnie and I go on double dates with them, he never really smiled on any of them.’

Mickey started to walk away from Donald’s dressing room towards the stage. But if that was the case, why would Donald even be cheating on her? Well, he’ll get some help trying to figure this out later. He must go and introduce the first cartoon to the guests.

“Hey Goofy!”

Said Goof looked up from the table he was serving.

“A-hyuck! Hi Mickey, what’s up?” He greeted, placing the ordered dish on the table.

The mouse looked around, before gesturing to his best friend to come down so he could whisper in his ear.

“There’s something I need your help with at the moment. It might have to do with Donald and Daisy.”

Goofy turned to look at his friend with surprise, already forgetting that he’s supposed to head back to the kitchen.

“Gawsh Mick. Is there something going on between Donald and Daisy?”

Mickey opened his mouth but then closed again, pursing his lips. Is this really a good idea? Getting Goofy involved in all this? Getting Donald to stop cheating on his girlfriend is one thing but he also doesn’t want to ruin Goofy’s friendship with the duck as well!

“Mickey, what wrong?” The dog asked, looking at how worried his best friend looked.

Drawn out of his thoughts by the waiter, Mickey looked up for several seconds then looked back at the table where Panchito and José were seated at, the two birds speaking to each other before getting off their seats and heading straight for the foyer, the parrot taking with him a glass of water. The mouse then turned back to look at his friend, still looking concerned as ever.

“Okay, Goofy I’ll tell ya. But not where everyone can see us.”

“WHAAAAAATTTTT?!!!!” Goofy’s voice echoed through the entire building.

“Shh!!” Mickey quickly shushed his best friend, looking around to see if Goofy’s outburst attracted any attention.

Goofy covered his mouth to prevent himself from yelling again.

“Are you sure, Mick? Is our pal Donald really cheating on Daisy with Panchito and José?” The black dog asked, still shocked by what his best friend told him.

Mickey scratched his chin, “Well I’m not really sure, until we get all the facts. It all might just be an inside thing they do together. But I did saw them heading for the foyer, so they be looking for Donald right now and we have to go see what they’re up to!”

With that, the two best friends quickly headed into the foyer before hiding themselves behind a pillar. There was Donald at the door greeting Pogo, Perdita and their one hundred and one children. After finishing with the last puppy, the duck wiped the sweat off his forehead in a show of exhaustion, before slowly looking up to see his fellow Caballeros coming up to see him again, a smile growing on his beak once José handed him the glass of water.

“Gawsh Mickey, I’ve never seen Donald look so happy to see someone like that before.” Goofy whispered, peeking out from behind the pillar with said mouse.

“Yeah...” the mouse couldn’t help but feel a stab of jealously at how happy the duck looked with his two fellow Caballeros. Not even he saw Donald this happy through all the past years they’ve spent together.

Panchito then said something that made Donald shook his head, smile still attached on his beak. Mickey believed he heard the duck saying he can’t take a break because he’s still quite busy tonight and that he wants to go over what he plans to say in front of the guests. José then placed a hand on the duck’s shoulder, whispering something in his ear that made the white mallard turned red before trying to cover his face, feigning annoyance as his two best friends (unknowingly) watched in surprise.

Before Mickey and Goofy could even try to process Donald’s extremely flushed face, Panchito then gently grabbed the duck’s head, pressing a soft kiss on the top of the duck’s beak before allowing the Brazilian Parrot have his share of kisses with the duck.

Goofy’s eyes bugged out and his mouth went slack jawed at the sight. He couldn’t believe his eyes! Panchito and José are smooching their best friend Donald and he seems to be enjoying it.

“I-It really is true... Our pal Donald is a cheating heart...” The dog muttered, still watching the three birds shower each other with loving affection.

“Yeah I... I guess there’s no point denying it anymore.” Mickey sighed, sounding quite sad that there’s a chance both his and Goofy’s friendship with Donald is ruined.

“What are we gonna do, Mick? Donald can’t keep cheating on Daisy like this!” Goofy whispered.

The mouse rubbed his chin in thought. “I’m not sure Goofy, but I remember the three of them discussing something about announcing to the guests up on stage tonight. Maybe if I can stop Donald and the other Caballeros from getting up on the stage, we might just be able to get this all sorted out.”

“Okay, but how’s that gonna work?”

“First; you go find Daisy while I’ll stall for time and once she’s here; Donald, Panchito and José will have to explain themselves to her, making them run out of time to get on stage and announce what they’re gonna say.”

Goofy saluted, “Got it Mick!” He than ran off to go find Daisy, leaving Mickey to continue watching the three birds talk to each other a little longer before making their way to the backstage, unaware of the spying mouse.

Donald wheezed from nervousness, going through some breathing exercises with Panchito and José, the two of them gently holding his shoulders.

“That’s it, Donal’. Breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out.” José spoke softly, helping the white duck.

The rooster gently shushed in his ear, “It’s alright, mi Patito. We’re right here besides you and we’ll be together on that stage.” He then nuzzled the duck’s head feathers in a comforting manner.

A tiny smile grew on the duck’s beak, from his lovers’ support and the slow nuzzling on his head. The smile slowly changed to a determined expression as confidence slowly began to surge within in, his chest starting to puff out.

“Alright, I can do this! Panchito, José, come on! Let’s get on that stage!!” The duck spoke with much spirit and energy, immediately marching for the stage in a straight line. The two Latin birds shared a look of surprise before breaking into a small run to keep up with the confident Pekin.

“Pato, wait!” José called out, stopping just behind Donald who was an inch near the curtain. “Shouldn’t we wait for senhor Mickey first?”

“Aw, phooey!” Donald scoffed. “We don’t have time to wait for Mickey to introduce us, I’ll do it myself!”

“Whatever you say, mi amigo.” Panchito shrugged, unable to stop a proud smile from growing on his beak at how brave and confident his American boyfriend is.

“Donald, wait!” Mickey panted, stopping just front of the three birds as he tries to catch his breath.

The three birds watched the exhausted mouse with bemusement before the white duck turned back towards the curtain, not listening to his best friend due to being too focused on his current goal.

“Sorry Mickey, but We gotta go up on stage now.” The duck then hooked arms with Panchito and José, all three of them heading onto the stage as Mickey watches helplessly.

Upon seeing the crowd of Disney Characters sitting at the tables with all eyes on them, the duck chuckled nervously as he pulls his shirt collar. The two Latin birds gave their American lover’s arms a supportive squeeze, still holding onto to him. Letting himself take a very deep breath, he managed to regain the strength to speak.

“H-Hi everybody. Unfortunately we’re not here to perform tonight,” Several disappointed groans echoed through the auditorium, the crowd obviously wanted to watch the trio sing, like the previous times they were here at the house. “But we got something incredibly important to tell all of you.” Unhooking his arms, Donald took his two lovers’ hands in his’. Here we go, it’s the moment of truth.

“Panchito, José and I. We’re a-“

“Donald, stop! You can’t do this!!” A certain mouse exclaimed, quickly running up on the stage.

The American Pekin looked incredibly outraged, temper rapidly starting to rise. “WHAT?! WHY NOT?!”

Panchito and José quickly took hold off the angry duck’s arms to stop him from beating up the mouse, but they each still looked just as vexed as their boyfriend.

“Isn’t it obvious, Donald?” Mickey asked, trying his best to keep his cool and guard in case the duck goes after him.

“NO MICKEY, IT’S NOT IF YOU DON’T TELL ME WHAT IN THE NAME OF DISNEY YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!!” The duck responded, struggling to put up his fists.

“STOP CHEATING ON DAISY, DONALD!” Mickey finally yelled.

Every guest in the auditorium gasped in shock from what their favourite mouse just yelled at the duck. Whispers started to fly around the tables between each Disney Character, everyone wanted to know what’s going on.

Donald’s expression turn from anger to utter confusion, loosing the adrenaline from wanting to punch the mouse as Panchito and José looked at each other, just as equally confused.

“Say that again, Mick?” The white mallard said, having trouble trying to process what he was just accused of.

Mickey’s expression also melted in bemusement. “Stop cheating on Daisy, Donald...” he repeated, also sounding confused.

“What’s going on here, boys?” Said female duck asked, walking onto the stage with Goofy and Minnie following behind.

Every single eye in the building landed on Daisy, as Donald facepalmed himself, silently asking himself why is this happening to him.

Thankfully José spoke up for him, “Nossas desculpas senhorita Daisy. It seems our amigo, senhor Mickey is accusing our Patinho of cheating on you.”

Daisy’s eyes widen slightly, looking at Mickey then at Donald and the two birds before sighing to herself, shaking her head. “Mickey, you’ve got it all wrong. Donald isn’t cheating on me; we broke up a long time ago.”

Another loud gasp went through the audience who were watching everything that unfolded right in front of their eyes. Mickey open and closed his mouth, unable to find the words to say when Donald chimed in, fiddling with the rim of his uniform jacket.

“Mickey, I broke up with Daisy so I wouldn’t cheat on her with the two guys before I started dating them. She knew the whole time because I had to tell her I love Panchito and José, I didn’t want to lie to her.”

The mouse took a while to process what the two duck’s just told him. Another question however, was on his mind. “But if you told Daisy a long time ago, why didn’t you tell me or Goofy until now?”

Donald slumped slightly, still fiddling with his jacket. “Because it wasn’t safe for all three of us at the time.”

Everyone in the audience immediately went quiet as they watched, Panchito and José gently placed their hand on the duck’s shoulder with sadness in their usually bright and energetic eyes.

A sigh passed the duck’s beak. “When all three of us started dating two years after our movie came out in 1945, we couldn’t have an open relationship because of society at that time and aside from Daisy and my three nephews, Huey, Dewey and Louie. no one would’ve understand what we have together. So all three of us with Daisy’s help, kept it a secret from everyone else.” Donald then let out a short laugh, “We’ve almost been caught a few times before, but somehow we still kept it under wraps.”

Shortly after the white mallard spoke his word, Panchito quickly took over.

“But you see Señor Mickey, now that sociedad has become more open minded and free, the Three Caballeros talked about finally coming out and we all agreed to tell everyone tonight at the House of Mouse.”

José then noticed that Mickey looked rather downcast, covering his face with his hands.

“Você está bem, Mickey?” The parrot asked just after Donald and Panchito noticed that something was wrong with the host.

“No.” The mouse replied, lifting his head up to look at his best friend, “I’m so sorry Donald. I should’ve asked you what’s going on between you and the other Caballeros instead of just assuming you’re cheating on Daisy and ruining your confession to everyone.” Mickey then turned to look at Goofy, “I’m really sorry I got you involved in this too, Goofy.”

The waiter simply brushed it off, “Aww, Mick. It’s fine. You were worried for both Donald and Daisy, I was too.”

Donald placed a hand on Mickey’s shoulder. “Well, the whole coming out wasn’t really how me and the boys expected it and I was pretty mad when you tried to stop us, but in the end we managed to do it and it seems everyone here, is okay with it too.”

As if on cue, everyone in the crowd started clapping and cheering as a show of support as Mickey pulled his best friend in a hug, saying his own words of support.

“What a night this turned out to be, huh?” Donald asked his best friend before saying a goodbye to Winnie the Pooh and Piglet.

“Ha ha, it sure has.” Mickey’s smile weaken a little. “I still can’t believe how much of a jerk and an idiot, I acted towards you and your boyfriends though.”

Donald sighed, “Mickey I already told you, it’s alright. It was kind of my fault as well since I didn’t tell before the show started.”

“You wanted it to be a surprise and I kind of ruined it.” The mouse rubbed the back of his head. “But it still turned into a surprise somewhat.” He remarked, laughing a little.

“Yeah, did you see the look on everyone’s faces when you accuse me of going behind Daisy’s back? That was priceless!”

The two best friends fell into a small fit of laughter when José rushed back inside the club, just stopping at their feet.

“Meu bem, it’s an emergência!” The green parrot said in between pants.

Donald quickly rushed to his Brazilian lover’s side. “What’s wrong, Joe? Are you hurt?!”

José shook his head, smoothing out his cream coloured jacket. “Não it’s not me. Do you remember, what you Americans called him...uh what’s the termo?” He snapped his fingers, trying to think. “Ah! That air headed dog called Gaston? He just said some really palavras horríveis about the three of us and Panchito just challenged him to a gunfight!”

The duck wakked in shock before grabbing a chair and running outside. “Panchito! Hang on, I’m coming!” He then ran off onto the street.

“Donal’ wait, you’re going the wrong direção!” The Parrot turned to the mouse and shook his hand in a way that would’ve made the rooster proud. “Sinto muito Mickey, but I must go and help my namorados now. Obrigado pelo seu gentil apoio, despedida!”

With that, José ran into the direction of the duck, swinging his black umbrella around like a sword as Mickey watched on from the inside of the House of Mouse.

#house of mouse #the three caballeros #three gay caballeros #panchito pistoles #jose carioca #donald duck #Mickey Mouse #goofy #minnie mouse #daisy duck #Disney #fanfiction

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spacegaywritings · 4 years

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Drunk Kitchen - Chapter 2 “More than Words” (final)

Summary: Emile gets up and takes care of his beloved partners. Remy is hungover and Virgil just loves to snuggle them all. Aka onesie fluff.

Tags: mentions of medication, being hungover, bad mornings, ow ow bodies, nonsexual nudity, being bad at identifying feelings, tears, smol angst for maximum comfort, hurt/comfort, goth remy, pastel Virgil, muscular Emile, migraines, LOTS OF CUDDLES, super much lovs!! happy OT3

The morning eventually rolled around, slowly and surely moving like an overfed house pet. The air was cool yet beautiful with colours and life. The spirit of the weekend was there and the slow-paced wind was in perfect sync with the gradual start into the day. People were done with the week and ready to take things painfully slow and just... relax a bit, live a little and recover from stress and pressure.

Emile was no exception.

He slept in, laying in their bed for much longer than usual and just treating himself to reading a bit. Something in his mind wondered whether he should make up his beloved chaos men but he decided against it in favour of relishing in more silence and granting them a bit more time to recover and consume the sweet relief of sleep.

He eventually got up, his body swinging happily with him as he sung the opening songs of his favourite cartoons shows. His latest favourite of all the literature he possessed inspired him to rewatch Avatar the last airbender again. Maybe he would do that later but first he would order some food and take a looong and nice shower.

After all, the kitchen was unable to provide any place for him to make some pancakes, even if he wanted to. He was honestly horrified at the thought of getting back into that slaughterhouse of dreams and former order. Well, his lovely cryptids deserved some extra sleep so he certainly deserved some take-out food.

The man ordered some breakfast and got into the shower just to get out and dress up in a comfortable onesie for the occasion of a lazy weekend of nothing but self-indulgent care and love for himself and possibly his datemates.

...He would see about that last one.

When Emile poked his head into the living-room, he was just in time for Remy stirring awake, silently and carefully breaking away from their beloved tall bundle of pastel Virgil. The soft giant was sound asleep, chest rising and lowering ever so slowly and gradually while the goth climbed climbed over him, every muscle in his system screaming in pain as he dared to shake his existence to persistently. The movements were so intense and strikingly pain-inducing that he could not help but radiate a great morning energy from anything but a morning person.

The whole room seemed to screech in discomfort as he slid his sunglasses onto the bridge of his nose. Emile greeted him with a little smile as he took the cat tail of his Katra onesie.

“Good Meowning to you!”

The sunshine of Emile welcomed Remy into the world and the small man groaned.

“Ugh.. Oh.. oh holy fuc...”, he mumbled before simply collapsing into his arms.

Emile chuckled, his arms immediately clasping shut around the other.

“Aw, missed me?”, he cooed softly, his head moving to plant a few soothing kisses all over the pained muscles in Remy’s hurting face. Everything was a pain, every little thing was damned in agony for him and it was uncomfortable... a bit like a punishment for anything he did or might do in the future. The slightly taller man gently placed a few open-mouthed smooches onto Remy’s slightly sweaty hair.

“Are you in pain, Ri?”

A groan escaped the other. In the background, the bundle of pastel softness came to life.

Em patted his love.

“Go, get a shower. I will get your pills and something to kill your hangover with”, he promised soft before turning so Virgil could hear him too. “Food is ordered and on the way.”

That got Virgil to react. The tall twig catapulted himself out of the couch, blanket still completing the look of a lost princess disoriented in the middle of a strange world.

“mhw..”

He rubbed his eyes, yawning into his patched-up jacket when the realisation of a new day finally dawned on his internal clock.

Emile giggled, his voice radiating the energy Remy was lacking in his daily pain. He skipped out of the commotion and escaped into the bathroom as suggested. Virgil received the loving morning greeting of the other coming over to peck his sleepy forehead.

“Hello there my little love, did you have fun?”

The tall man pushed himself closer, his body residing in Emile’s patient lap as he pushed his face into his stomach.

“mw”, he argued stubbornly, “missed you..”

Emile pulled him closer, his arms locking around him. It fit like a key into its lock and they neatly got together. He nudged his datemate lovingly, carefully encouraging him to shift and show his face a bit more. The tall man curled in on himself and hugged his love closer and just melt in his lap, letting the heat seep into his pores. The warmth eased him into a small puddle of affection and adoration. His heart was beating in blood and love for Emile and Remy and he carefully wiggled closer in his little blanket burrito and mess of his overly big jacket.

“Awww”, the smaller man cooed soothingly as he brushed through his hair.

“I ordered food for all of us” Emile gently patted his love’s face with tender patience. “Do you want to get ready together with me?”

Virgil nodded into Emile’s lean stomach and hugged him closer, nearly tipping him over and making him collapse over the laying form. Emile swayed a bit, his body staggering from side to side just enough for him to somewhat regain his balance. His hands quickly caught himself on his knees and he leaned further over Virgil, his back arching.

The smaller man giggled. It sounded like ringing bells and jingling joy. Virgil could not help but smile at this. His arms wrung around Emile and gently tugged him down, just a bit, just .. just enough to signify his intention.

He wanted his Emile.. He wanted the man to carry him and just cuddle close to him so he could be in his sleepy haze for a little longer, just for a bit more. The wakeful one nodded sagely, a knowing smile on his genuine lips. His lips were curved into the usual expression of eternal love and unconditional admiration for him.

A nod and another shift and Virgil was moved into his toned arms. The blanket burrito of roses and pastels wiggled and snuggled closer to his love and only allowed himself to rest his case when he was smugly pressed against his love, fitting into his arms as if they were figures made for it, made to be together. The only one missing was Remy, this time.

“Perfect”, Virgil reviewed with a soft little smile on his face. He looked like a smug, tiny bird with all the happiness and little corns in his life. “Great arms, good grip. 12/10, would recommend.”

Emile shook his head.

“Don’t you mean purrfect~”, he started with a sly smile and Virgil was already rolling his eyes with the half-annoyed and half-amused grin plastering all over his features. Emile placed Virgil on their bed and took his cat tail, carefully pointing it at Virgil and retreating it when he showcased the feline trait of his costume.

It aligned with his horrible joke, especially when he actually let out a “meow” at the hungover datemate of his.

“You’ve got to be kidding me-”

Emile threw a bundle of fluff at Virgil, effectively emphasising his response when he spoke up against Virgil, his glasses doing the anime blink thing when he took the golden opportunity that had come to him.

“Do you mean kitten~”

He had the chance, he had the words AND HE TOOK IT! Emile Picani made another pun, made a combo and absolutely destroyed his talking partner from the drunk party. The man got it all, he made a double pun - in close succession! He rocked the field of communication and took the lead in all the puns!

“Are you guys really doing this right now?”

Remy leaned against the door frame, coolly glancing over his two datemates. Finally they were together in one room. As always, their “fourth” partner was with them: Remy’s loyal and faithful shades. The sunglasses rested on his face, covering the most useless part of his bare appearance.

It was such a him thing to just show up without anything but it was also a foolishness on Emile’s part to forget about clothes. Remy would never think that far in the morning. Especially not after a day like yesterday.

Virgil did not seem to mind too much, despite the bright blush adorning his features. He poorly attempted at hiding his face in the piece of clothing Emile just threw him but there was only so much looking he could do without revealing his face to a certain extend. When his fingers brushed against the fabric, his attention was shifted to this sensation rather than staring into their datemate and his.. his whole precious self.

He swallowed.

“Ri, look at you! The shower really did a number on you! You look stunning~”

Emile swayed his hips from side to side, hums accompanying his movements as he worked into the closet further, his hands fishing for something in particular. They had a strive in purpose, they had a mission. Remy scoffed but moved into the room, simply letting his body fall into the softness of their big fat bed. The mattress was the softness of a cloud when kids would imagine touching it and it gently hugged him with welcoming warmth as soon as his body connected to the velvet covers.

He fell with a soft thud, the mattress absorbing the impact of his fall as much as the sounds emitted on any other surface he could have possibly crashed his body into. It was Remy, a tired, decaffeinated Remy at that. Honestly, they were all sort of glad the man was walking and alive instead of just vegetating through life, cuddled up on a couch and pretending to care about the effort people put into this strangely popular activity of “not-dying”.

Virgil immediately took the chance to move his legs over him as he dramatically let himself sink into the mattress with his back. Shifting from side to the back of his body was a true chore, given he only did it to gift Ri with the comfort of his twig-like legs on him.

The man beneath him groaned in response but never even lifted as much as a finger to really put a stop to the whole affair. Other than this, he was contently dozing in his truly vegetative state.

The man was just vibin’.

Not for too long, though, as Emile determined. The last of the trio climbed onto the bed with them and quickly cuddled up next to Virgil, stealing just enough of his partially abandoned blanket to cover himself a bit. A bit of rose was now resting on the back of Remy’s head who simply breathed it off.

He, truly and honestly, had no more fucks to give. Well, other than reaching for his lovely datemates and actually pulling his glorious ass back into the game with his wonderful biceps flexing so deliciously for the two cuddly beans to watch. Virgil dove back under the covers only for Remy to slide underneath them as well and join his partners by pressing his precious chonky self right between the two.

There wqas not space. There was nothing but love and onesies in the bed as the Emile smacked a bit of fabric from his hand into Remy’s lap.

Virgil was still quietly struggling to unwrap the one he had been given before. Considering all the distractions he had to put up with, he was to be excused - by all means. His gay heart and dummy soft baby mind was just too easily molten away and the tender heat coming from his too attractively forbidden and kindly loving datemates had his last braincells yield to the desperate queer screeches of the rainbow cotton mass that filled out the inside of his skull.

There was no brain, only gay. No logic, only gay fucking panic in this house.

Virgil stabbed his fingers into the colourful fabric in his hands. This was a mess of dark colours and abandoned Christmas celebrations. Emile literally gave him a Jack Skellington onesie.

While he was busy blowing raspberries on his tongue to spite Em, he climbed into the oddness of this soft, fluffy mess.He would not complain about this.. it was warm and if anyone every needed to bribe Virgil, heat was about the thing to use in order to tempt him into doing something for them in return. Remy was clever to get him into cuddles before asking him to do chores or get him things.

Aforementioned hungover man accepted his fate and crawled into the pinkass bitch fucking unicorn onesie sitting on his lap.

“Fuck, Em, are you serious”, Remy groaned.

He threw his head back, effectively resting the back of it against the shoulders of his beloved beans. They were both an embarrassing amount taller than his own dummy thicc ass. He was stuck between those lively, bright personalities. What a chore. There was a pink unicorn onesie in his lap.. it was just being there, being pink, doing its thing and just vibin while he closed his eyes and wished for them to somewhat be joking about it. He could not deal with so much positivity and softness in the morning.

It was way too much nice feelings and pink and so much .. ugh. Not to be a bitch to Virgil.

He scoffed again, his sounds trying to communicate his feelings and make the point his mind was too tired and pained to string together using words.

“Come on, Ri, join us~”

Virgil chuckled, his shoulder moving to nudge their datemate ever so softly.

“Imma just pretend to peer pressure you along with Em”

He was finally fully dressed in his own share of soft onesie, though he was nothing compared to a pink fluffy unicorn.

Remy’s eyes fluttered open, his lips rolling together as he pressed them together. They split just for a bit, only enough to allow a few silent grumbles to leave his mouth.

“Will you leave me alone if I get into it?”

Silence.

Emile blinked, puppy dog eyes strong behind his huge glasses. Similarly, the tallest of the throuple poked his fingers into Remy’s sides and snickered just a slightest bit.

Apparently, it was only enough to make the smallest of them sigh dramatically, loudly and tragically. He forcefully sunk his own body deeper into the mattress as if to actively try and disappear into it. After remaining in this position for a while longer, two pairs of eyes softly glancing at him as if to coax him out of his hiding spot, he actually moved his arms to pull the the fabric over his legs and up to his body.

A few moments later, he straightened himself underneath the furry coat and snuggled into the little coffin of soft and velvety feelings.

He sighed.

This was much better than originally anticipated.

He kept laying there, just laid there doing nothing and soaking in the surprising heat that came with wearing this weirdly synthetic fabric around him. His whole body was wrapped up in some kind of plastic polyester tube of pure and utter heat. It felt like hell but in the most comfortable and cozy manner he had every experienced.

Remy cuddled up to his love, a gruff sound rumbling from his throat as he snuggled closer to his loves. His body slowly turned so he could spoon their lovely Emile, simply embracing him. The latter did not mind and gently wrapped his arms and legs around Remy in a similar fashion as Virgil snuggled up to Remy’s side and buried his curiously pink hair in the comforting intimacy of Remy’s neck.

The closeness resulting from this position increased the warmth. Everyone was cozied up in the heat of their own intensely isolated bodies due to the persistently caring onesies.

And Remy was such a pretty unicorn.

“I hate it”, he commented sourly.

Emile pressed a little kiss to his throbbing temples.

“You do nooooot, though”, he corrected him patiently, his voice dipping into the soft sound he usually used whenever he got extremely affectionate with his partners.

They collectively decided to close their eyes. For now, it was time to just be, to just .. exist together and soak up the presence of the others around him.

“You guys are ridiculous”, Virgil butted in with his accurate and absolutely helpful comments.

Remy grunted mutely.

“Vi, Vi, Viiii”, Em exclaimed in sudden excitement. The sudden upsurge of emotions swinging his feelings upwards and skyrocketing him up into the sky. “Virgil, look.”

He inhaled intensely, his lungs sucking up the oxygen around him wetly. Emile placed another soft kiss onto his forehead before whispering to his Virgil, neck craned just enough to very much talk over Remy. Quite literally even so.

“Virgil, he loves us so much, he got all red and adorable!!!”

Virgil giggled.

The words their partner spoke were so excited and stressed, they all could hear the exclamation marks and the emotional extra enforcement of words.

Remy shook his head, stubbornly. His body sank deeper into the mattress as he simultaneously yet uselessly so tried backing up only to dive his back deeper into Virgil’s warm and immensely soft arms. Being sandwiched between the pastel giant and a whole arm of muscular Emile, Remy found himself to be in a spot that could only be described as pure heaven. He was right between one cloud of silky warmth and one equally as velvety blanket-like one.

The tiny chonk of a hurting bitch was relaxing on cloud nine, trapped in the lovely affection that made his stoned heart melt and cave with every word they spoke, if they even spoke. Hell, even simple sounds or looks could send him into a session of gay sighs and intensely queer feelings. His pinkycorn hoe-self snuggled back up between them, finally succumbing to just how much he enjoyed the contact, being flanked by the two equally disastrous tall queers. It was a whole festival of rainbow-colours and intensely soft feelings.

They remained in position for the time being. Everyone relished in the affection they received and gave to each other. This was heaven, this was paradise.

Eternal happiness should be nothing more but hungover cuddles together with the dearest people you had in life.

Despite being a grumpy shit, Remy felt his migraines fade to a somewhat manageable level. Sickness was less of an issue by now and he was dozing off again due to the sheer comfort that led him to believe pain was an illusion. He was floating in the bubble of isolating himself from the outside world. He was up above the troubles of earthly life, of any connections to the physical realm.

Remy was lighter than a feather. He was flying, flying. Up above, sinking slowly, dipping down and landing blindly yet carefully.

When the wings of sleep graced his head and caressed his cheek, he was ready to take a little nap, he braced himself for the comfort and healing effects of a good old powernap in the middle of the day because life sucks and migraines suck even harder but painfully so.

Instead, the fucking doorbell STARTED GOING OFF-

A sudden ring shook them out of their sleepy trance. Virgil flinched into his defensive stance, pulling Remy close to his chest - hell, he would put him into his ribcage if he could. Emile basically vibrated for a moment before also cuddling closer to Remy. Essentially, everyone grabbed a bit of soft unicorn and made sure to protect the endangered species that was a grumpy Remycorn.

Emile was the first to snap out of it, his love for his precious partners quickly melting his frozen state. Within a few minutes, he got onto his feet and quickly made his way across the room, announcing “Food!!!” in a somewhat loud-ish yet rather moderate volume. All things considered, Remy was probably still suffering from a migraine and Emile did not want to make it worse.

Virgil made sure to curl around their smallest datemate while Emile took the social high road and actually interacted with the nice person who delivered food on the weekend. It was noon but they still delivered food!

He was soon back with two whole bags of food. Virgil was not sure but it looked as if they were softly steaming just a slightest bit. Remy certainly could not tell from the point of view of a man who saw the world through the tinted glasses of his protective shades. But when Emile passed by with the food, he did not stop to return to the bedroom, he moved on. He continued walking instead of bringing the food over.

Remy sent Virgil a quizzical look akin to a glare more than anything. A hungover dude just wanted some fucking food and it smelled like a lethal level of spices for his upset stomach and bitchy body. It was absolutely perfect! But now, for some reason, Emile was taking the idea of sustenance away from him and Remy would not tolerate it, so he committed himself to mentally - yes, telepathically, if you want to be brave - converse with Virgil.

Somehow, he needed to convey just how upset he was. One of his datemates was to do his what he was unable to do, physically.

“Virgil, Virgil”, his mind alerted the taller one, “Emile got the food, he took the food and ran off!”

Remy was clearly pouting at this point. The combination of his chronic pain and the aftermath of drinking left him in an emotionally special state, not to speak about his physical vulnerability. Even the smallest amounts of movements could be torture to him, depending on how intense his episodes of migraines were.

Virgil knew. He was patient and considerate as always and nodded, snuggling their datemate close and mumbling silent yet actual words in response.

“ ‘s okay. ‘M can go ‘n get ‘t”, he suggested softly, his voice so soft it could barely be heard. It might have been just above a whisper but considering he was so close to Remy, his back and the tall man’s chest pressed together, it was as if he was speaking for him, into him only.

The smaller man hugged himself when the other started moving away. A great source of heat removed itself from him and it got cold within his body but also outside of it fast. A soft whine escaped his mouth.

... No, that did n o t happen.

“Shut up, Virgil”, he thought at the other who compliantly gave him a kiss to his temples before getting off the bed.

It happened so fast, maybe nothing but a few seconds passed. The world was still spinning for Remy. He never wanted to get up again. At least for the time being, at least for today. His whole world was moving at an incredible speed and it did not stop and everything was so much. Now even his datemates left and there was no food to absorb the absurd amounts of alcohol he had ingested the day before like the dummy thicc thirsty bitch he was.

He felt awful. The world was heavy and sensing it was hurtful and so much of a chore to him, it felt unnaturally exhaustive. Now he was upset. The feeling of somewhat being abandoned struck him, slowly creeping into his skull. He was the small pupper left outside the store for a quick stop but then never to be picked up by their original owners.

Maybe it was just stupid hormones, but he hugged the blanket close to him. It was his little saving grace, his comfort. It did not leave him. It could not even go as far as to think about it because it was a stupid piece of fabric without conscious. He buried his face in the softness, waiting for the comfort of its feeling on his skin to hit him and slay the bad feelings within him.

Remy felt the surge of negativity take over, the devastation within him fizzy like hot chilli burning him from within and hurting him endlessly. It bubbled up, came so close to his heart while he clung to the fabric, his little lifeline of stability. It was all ready to collapse like an old abandoned building, like him.

“Ri?”, a voice asked, soft like an angel.

A hand carefully placed itself right next to him yet did not dare to directly touch him as if he was about to collapse, as if he was so fragile, this little bit of touch would simply destroy him completely.

“Riri, we are back with plates~”

Another voice, more gruff but just as dampened to a comfortable volume. The voices wrapped around his mind and coaxed him into disconnecting his own, damp face from the furry soft blanket.

“Oh, love, does it hurt that much?”

Remy blinked slowly, the sunglasses carefully slipping down his nose from the wetness his tears had caused. Small little droplets of salty rivers drew despair over his features and left sad, lifeless imprints on his face. The shades were trusty and loyal as always, trying to hide the extreme reaction from the others.

His head slowly moved to shake itself in order to indicate disapprovement. Just a moment before he started the movement, he stopped and sat up. Virgil and Remy put the food and others onto the nearby shelf - instead of clothing, it would now hold some meals as well. The two synchronically climbed back into the bed and slid into place by Remy’s sides, Virgil back on his right while Emile joined him from his left side, arms opened.

“ ‘t’s m’kay”, Virgil softly assured, One of his hands brushed through Remy’s hair, barely as much as touching more than the tips of his strands only. The dark bundle was a messy piece of chaos, still a bit damp yet soft and light to the touch.

Emile let his hand add up, his fingers right next to Remy’s face.

“You don’t have to say it. We can be there for you, still. We always will be here if you want to let us in - if you can, love.”

His words softly pressed into his heart. The paws of his intonations gently caressed his chest, massaging into it and easing the tension within him. It was like receiving love from a cat.

Remy shrugged, his nose drawing in a sharp breath.

“F-feelings”, he sniffled.

He took another shaky breath, this time breathing through his mouth to make sure he actually got something other than some half-sniffling attempts at breathing in a miserable amount of oxygen.

Virgil scoffed.

“ Fuck ‘em”, he advised as his hand carefully sunk just a tad deeper into his hair. Rhythmically stroking through the little mess, he patiently hummed, his eyes softly taking in his hidden face.

Emile clicked his tongue. They all knew he did not exactly agree but he sensed the mood enough to not start a lecture at the moment, especially knowing their datemate and his issues well enough.

“What do you want right now? If you know what it is, would you perhaps share it with us, so we can help you?”

The question settled in his face, pulling at his features and straining him further. It pulled the sadness away and his focus back on the issue Emile has brought up. Well, what did he want?

The smaller man inhaled deeply, his eyes closing automatically as he focused. His hands blindly got up, making Virgil retreat his hand out of respect. Remy simply lifted his shades to rub the wetness and salt away from his hot and swollen orbs. They were probably all red like strawberries and puffed up like popped corn.

“Ca-”, he started, his voice leaving him.

He cleared his throat and tried it once more.

“Can we hug..?”

The words were rough like sandpaper and listening sort of hurt in his datemates’ ears and hearts. It was the sort of tickling that got too much, too violent and uncomfortable to the point it sort of hurt because the touch receptors were overloaded and would react in irritation. All in all, he was so quiet, Virgil barely heard him and he was leaned in close enough to smell the scented shampoo used on his hair. It reminded him of energy drinks, ginger and cedar - one of these “manly” scents of hygiene articles.

Nevertheless, his point came across. Whether it was him pushing his shades away to reveal his tortured and upset eyes or his words, maybe even the fact he opened his arms so clearly, he definitely invited the two to snuggled up to him or even tower over him and sandwich him as before. The two took the hint and his datemates were quick to follow suit and fit right by his broad shoulders.

“Dunno, Ri, ya think we can?”, Virgil softly teased. His mumbles flooded his hair roots as he nudged the tip of his nose against his head’s side. These actions reminded him of a cat bonking their had together with the one of the person they wanted to express affection for. It magically brought a little twitch of a smile to his face after all.

Maybe it worked.

He nodded and turned his face to press a little peck to Virgil’s prominent cheekbones.

Emile carefully tugged them back down and tickled his skin with butterfly kisses around his exposed collar bone.

“We will always be here for you”, he repeated ever so gently, “if you just let us know, we will always try and make sure to help you and be here for anything you need.”

A little shake rocked Remy’s body. He willingly sunk down with them and pulled his arms around them to pull his two loves to his chest.

“It hurts sometimes”, he explained, “but it never ceases to beat for you”

Virgil giggled against the beating cavity.

“Sap, you”, another round of chuckles interrupted his silent words, “ya soft, soft sap.”

Emile snuggled closer to him, one of his hands resting on Remy’s stomach while the other one hugged him.

Surprisingly enough, Remy’s body decided to speak for them all. His tummy grumbled subtly. Faint in sound and strong in movement, the datemates felt the sudden surge of vibrations, causing Emile to giggle this time.

“Would you bear with me getting our food from here?”

Remy’s arms loosened their grip on the two. Emile slipped away once more and Virgil pushed a pillow into the smaller individual’s direction to help him get his head up.

“Bitch beast ‘s gon’a be fed”

His statement painted another breeze of amusement over Remy’s face. This time a more persistent smile rested on his features. He took another breath, a free and freer one.

“Vi, this is not how nicknames work, I believe”

He handed him a bowl and cutlery before setting down a bit on the little man in the middle.

“That okay”, he asked carefully, his voice edging on tapping around in the dark. Every step was measured and doubted or calculated at the very least.

Remy nodded and patted his side.

“Come back, you silly bitch”

The inviting smile got Emile to sit down with them once more despite the offensive-sounding words. An approving sound came off him and he awarded his love with a kiss to his nose.

“You two are great. You are just amazing. Em, V, I love you.”

The latter snorted, a part of him looking indignant.

“Ya fuck’n better!”

Remy joined with another giggle, Emile got the heart to do the same.

“I love you too, darling”

The smaller one rolled his eyes before closing them again. He had to pay a price for straining his eyes that much.

Virgil sighed dramatically as he crashed back down into the mattress.

“ ‘kay, fuck. ‘M lovya guys too.”

They cuddled, up, starting to share some food and feeding one another harmonically. Virgil and Remy warmed up to the day and shared stories of their previous adventures along with the food. There was an honourable mention about the Legendary Oil Fight which Emile accepted with many nods and stimming hands. He himself revealed some more information about his experience of the previous night and the three partners enjoyed the contrast between their deeds and feelings which happened at the same time yet were so starkly in differences.

After they had eaten, they snuggled more and soon reverted to a calm state of dozing more than being awake.

“Hey”, Emile verbally nudged them into a more wakeful state. “You know you two will clean the kitchen after you feel better.”

“Ugh, Eeeeem”, Virgil groaned. Remy snickered wildly. “He is such a bad bitch.”

“Listen, you two, next time we go and fight the oil monster together and then we will all clean up the battlefield afterwards.”

Virgil and Remy exchanged a look.

...

“Deal.”

Emile smiled, warmth consuming his heart and he adjusted the blanket and allowed himself to press more against Virgil who was next to him after they had switched places a bit.

“Alright, you wild ones. Deal.” He giggled. “I will drink you under the table and right into the gutter, you weaklings~”

They all giggled, the sounds mingling and intertwining like their cuddly limbs and sensitive hearts. Soon enough, the three were asleep again, only having each other in their minds and on their tongues.

Together, they were just so much ....

Better.

♥

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brandxspandex · 5 years

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You know what the world is always in need of? More starbee. So lets have a Starbee Week to inject a little more starbee goodness into it. Contribute in whatever way ya like: art, fics, graphics, videos, music, crafts, analysis, themed perfumes, traditional-meets-new-wave-nude-interpretative-dance, just go wild.

Starbee Week will go for 8 days, starting on June 16 and finishing on Jun 23. You can contribute on as many or on as few of those days as you like, it’s all up to you. While there will be 8 days, there’s 13 prompts to choose from. Why 13? Because some people like to contribute on every day, but struggle with certain prompts, so by having more prompts than days there are alternatives if people get stuck. What’s more, some prompts suit visual creators like artists and graphics makers more than writers, and vice versa.

You can do any prompt on any day of the week, and feel free to combine prompts, e.g. you could make a single fic/picture/whatever that corresponds to both the “Humanformers” and “Shattered Glass” prompts at once.

The prompts are as follows:

Continue under the cut for an elaboration on each prompt...

Missing Scene: A scene that could slot somewhere into canon, like unseen encounters during the war, or conversations that occurred between episodes or comic issues.

Humanformers: Starscream and Bumblebee as humans, whether it’s a human AU, they’ve been turned into humans somehow, or are just wearing human holoavatars, it’s up to you.

Gothic Romance: Let your own understanding of gothic romance guide you here, but if you’ve honestly got no idea, I’ll say that I would broadly interpret this trope as involving a fusion of romance with darker, macabre, possibly supernatural themes. Given Bee and Starscream have both done stints as ghosts in canon, you’re already halfway there.

Shattered Glass: Anything involving Shattered Glass; that could mean SG versions of Bee and Starscream, it could mean OG Bee and Screamer visiting the SG universe, whatever you like.

Alternative Universe: Anything involving any alternative universe, whether it be an alternative universe that diverged from a canon continuity, or something completely disconnected from any canon where everyone’s a centaur or an assassin or a janitor aspiring to be freestyle hip-hop superstar or whatever, it’s up to you.

Colour Schemes: This prompt was put here mainly with the artists and graphics creators in mind; it’s a prompt to create a piece of art centred around a certain colour scheme like black & white, neon, pastels, etc. Although if this prompt inspires you to create a written piece or any other non-visual creation, by all means go for it.

Continuity Crossover: Versions of Starscream and Bumbleee from different Transformers continuities interacting, like TFA Starscream meeting Cyberverse Bumblebee, for instance.

OT3+: Starbee plus one (or more). Polyshipping where starbee is a component of the ship basically.

Smut: I assume this one speaks for itself.

Stylised: Again this one was put here mainly for the artists as a prompt to create art in a certain style like chibi, Looney Tunes, pop art, minimalism, whatever. Again, if you want to interpret this as a writing prompt (and there are certainly forms of stylised writing you can work with) go right ahead.

Inspired by a Song: Anything that’s inspired by a song.

Trope Generator: Ok so, TVTropes has a random story generator that for some reason doesn’t refresh when you hit the refresh button, but if you wait 5 minutes and then refresh the page it should eventually give you a new set of tropes. For this prompt, just keeping hitting refresh (though it seems you’ll have to wait 5 minutes each time) until you have some tropes that inspire you to create something starbee related. You don’t have to make something that covers all the tropes the generator gives you in one go, just some (or one) of them.

Free Space: Just do whatever the heck you want (so long as it’s starbee related).

#starbee #Bumblebee #Starscream #Maccadam #Transformers #Transformers IDW #Transformers: Cyberverse #Transformers Prime #Transformers Animated #starbee week

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divagonzo · 4 years

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Metamorphosis

Ao3 // LJ // FF.net

A/N: Posted Originally for Smutty Claus (and I’d held off because someone wanted to run a Ginuarry fest (which didn’t happen.) So enjoy some seriously smutty goodness of my OT3. (Note: FF version is censored to R rated since they are Closed Minded Karens don’t allow MA ratings on works, the bastards.)

Tagging @princesserica84 for reasons. Not Ace Safe. Rated MA / NC-21 / E / 18+.

Summary: After the battle of Hogwarts and after Ginny and Luna finished their formal education, living arrangements weren’t so clear-cut and normative. But what is normal when Luna Lovegood is involved? She has to tell her lovers and best friends that she’s breaking up with both of them to see if whom she has met while out exploring the world is a potential match.

Warnings: Indirect mentions of war-time events under the reign of terror with the Carrows. Direct mentions of homophobia and some self-loathing regarding a character’s sexual orientation.

Give me my demarcation line, damn it!

"Aunt Luna?"

She looked up from her copy of the Quibbler, looking over her multi-coloured glasses perched on the end of her nose. "Yes, dear?" While the years had been quite kind to her, minor infirmities were catching up, including needing stronger lenses in her multi-coloured glasses.

Lily Luna, now 15 going on 25 and still as curious as she was at 5, kept twisting her fingers with nervous agitation. "How did you meet Uncle Rolf? How did you know it was serious between you?"

"I was wondering when you were going to ask me that question," Luna glanced towards the doorway of the Potter cottage, seeing Ginny standing there giving a quizzical look. "And I think 15 is a good age to finally explain what happened, that is if your Mum agrees. What do you think Ginny?"

Lily Luna looked from her Aunt – Her Godmother and Aunt in all but blood but, as Daddy repeatedly told her, Family isn't necessarily blood but a choice. Facial expressions danced between the two women, faster than thought and maybe in line with using Legilimens between the two witches.

A lifetime later, or what seemed to be a lifetime, and Ginny relaxed before blowing a breath out. "Go ahead," Ginny spoke up, "And I'll be back shortly to answer other questions that I know are going to come up. But first, let me freshen up your tea. I know you're going to need it. While you're talking I'll pop over to the butcher for a beef roast for dinner."

Ginny disappeared for a few moments before returning with a pot of tea, a plate of biscuits, and some Ginger Newts for Luna. Luna had told her previously that Ginny made the best Ginger Newt she ever got, either at home or out on her travels. Ginny only made them when Luna was going to visit or stay a short while at the Potter cottage.

"It's a taste of home," she'd say often.

Ginny poured tea for two, and Lily Luna sat back watching in awe as she watched Mum and Aunt Luna quietly converse. One word escaped the conversation that left her boggled – "Everything?" Luna asked before Ginny said yes. "I will," Luna said back before Ginny planted a kiss on Luna's forehead and a very tender one on the lips. She left without saying anything else.

"The bloody hell is this about? Dad knows about this?" Lily Luna screeched.

"That, my dear, is part of the story. You asked and you shall learn. And yes, your father knows. He's always known."

Another demarcation line if you please!

Harry stepped out of the fireplace, exhausted from another gruelling training session in the field. Merlin knows that Robards was a bastard for scheduling it in the bloody middle of winter, in Scotland of all places, but to have it last a week was just too damn much. He threw down his rucksack onto one of the couches, seeing the stack of books on the table nearest to the fireplace. Hermione always kept a small stack there for the nights when the guys were working and Ginny was off at Holyhead. He looked at the table next to the couch, where an enormous stack of Quidditch Weekly magazines was thrown haphazardly. Ron and Ginny enjoyed reading them but Ginny wasn't as tidy for caring for them as Ron is, with the colour spreads laying over the arm of the couch or inside the crevices. On the table was an empty tray, crumb strewn plates of late-night snacks of cake and biscuits, or fresh fruit that Ginny was mandated during the season.

Not that he minded at all, not when her body looked absolutely incredible with her robes on the floor of their bedroom and her on top of him, riding him until he passed out.

And on the other table was a stack of Quibblers, some old and some recent. Luna, Merlin keep her, read everything she could get her fingers on. She'd already read everything in their personal library including some of the things that Hermione would bring home for her from the Muggle Library. She'd even read some of the darker history items in the private library which Harry refused to pick up after Hermione told them one night over dinner of some of the things she'd come across in her job and had to reference the material for a case study.

He absolutely loved his family, his found family. Vernon and Petunia might be called his family but he'd not called on them once, not since they drove away with Dudley that day before he turned 17. He didn't miss them at all. It would be like missing an ingrown toenail that had never been tended to, or needing glasses and never getting them. Some things related to his family were left to turn farrow and wither away.

But he did miss the two incredible witches probably fast asleep in their communal bed upstairs, one floor below the landing where Ron and Hermione had their room.

Officially, for anyone who asked, Luna's room was up on the top floor, up under the eaves, with enough room for her to paint and do magical art, at least when she was home. Her home wasn't the Lovegood residence, and it hadn't been since the war ended. While her father had been finally released from Azkaban, Luna and Xenophilius hadn't repaired their relationship yet, not enough where Luna felt comfortable to reside under her father's roof once more. 'How could I when you were willing to sell out Harry to save me?' she'd said in a row with him.

He doubted Luna ever would live there again.

Harry offered Neville to live at Grimmauld Place with the rest of Harry's chosen family but Neville, Merlin love him, rented a room far above the Leaky Cauldron, up under the roof overlooking Diagon Alley. After the events at Hogwarts that fateful night, Neville said that he couldn't stay with his grandmother ever again and staying with Harry was just too busy for him.

Sometimes the house was too busy even for him. While it wasn't as noisy as the Burrow, Grimmauld Place had its own energy with so many people living elbow to elbow in the middle of London. He still saw Neville at work nightly, doing paperwork like the rest of them, chasing leads and going out on missions trying to track down the remaining Death Eaters who had escaped that night. Other times he was in the Potions lab, working on something secret for Director Robards.

Harry toed off his grotty trainers and yanked off his robes and jacket, hanging them on the coat rack by the door to the hallway.

While Sirius hated the home and everything it represented, and Harry couldn't blame him in the least, Harry, along with Arthur, Molly, Neville, and Kingsley had transformed the crypt of a house into a welcoming residence for anyone who needed a place to stay. At some point in the last three years, almost everyone who had been in Dumbledore's Army had crashed at the Potter residence. Dean and Seamus would owl ahead first when they were going to be in or near London. He hadn't realized what they two of them meant to one another until Luna, in Luna candid honest fashion, mentioned how she and Dean had broken it off because Well, it's not like I'm interested in Dean sexually but Seamus is and speaks quite openly about it. Who was I to interfere? Anyway, we're still friends even if we aren't copulating anymore.

The only ones who hadn't crashed at the Potter home for wayward Wizards and Witches were Lavender, Parvati, and Padma. The three of them shared a flat off of Diagon Alley. He hadn't known for a year that Lavender and Parvati were an item and it was serious. Padma? She was too busy working to bother, so she said. Harry had no reason to doubt her since she was at work in the Law Enforcement office more than Hermione was at her work desk.

Harry went downstairs to the basement kitchen and the long table they all shared meals at – when they were actually home. Kreacher was snoring hoarsely, cutting logs from the cupboard he made as his own flat. It made Harry's soul ache in traumatic memory but Kreacher said it was spacious and cosy, so he said often. On the shrunken door was the bright green and silver R badge that was previously affixed upon Regulus' door upstairs – at least until Harry removed it and gave it to Kreacher who asked for it to be on his door to his residence. Out of respect, Harry and anyone else living at Grimmauld Place would knock first and wait. Kreacher said it was never necessary but Harry insisted.

A huge helping of Cottage Pie was under a warming charm on the table, along with the beer and pumpkin juice he knew was in the cooling cabinet. Those would wait. He needed to see Ginny and probably Luna, too. They were rarely apart when they were both home, with and without him in bed with them.

When he was off at work, or out on an extended mission, invariably he'd come home and find the two witches snuggled in the shared bed, fast asleep. He didn't need to know that Ron and Hermione were asleep as well since 3 am was even too early for Hermione to be up and starting her day – and too late for Luna to still be up.

As he squeezed the Holly and Phoenix feather wand in his hand, he apparated up thirty feet to the landing outside his bedroom landing with a barely audible pop. He stepped into the loo across the landing and took care of washing a week's grime off of him and checking to see if the Healer had done their job properly. His job wasn't always a pushover and sometimes he and Ron would get hurt but tonight he was most fortunate. He was coming home in one piece, missing the women in his life fiercely, and ready to remedy that in so many ways. Ron had the week off, a result of the last mission when he was out with Smith for a fortnight chasing down leads.

He tossed the heavy cotton towel into the bin in the corner and threw on the heavy robe for the short walk across the landing. Too many accidents happened by seeing one or another out of their kit, much to his chagrin, that everyone kept a housecoat or three in the corresponding bathroom.

One tap on the knob of the bedroom door and he slipped inside, using his wand as a torch to see the room.

Luna had taken to heart to decorate every occupied room in the house, painting each in a way that made you feel the love of what a home meant to him. The Kitchen was in a spring Green with magical flowers blowing all around the walls, while the attic space that Luna used for her art, was a nightscape, in obsidian blue with little stars that aligned with how the stars rotated in the nighttime sky. The parlour was a warm reddish-brown, complementing the piecemeal furniture that they'd picked up here and there after tossing the rest of the decrepit moth-eaten furniture that probably been in the home a hundred years if not longer. Hermione showed a talent for scavenging the charity shops to find what they needed for the pittance they were all paid at the Ministry.

His room was an eclectic mix of brown and green and a hue of orange that Luna called "Ginny's hair." Somehow she'd made it work in their room, looking like the sunrise over Stoatshead Hill. He'd spent many a morning on that hill, watching the sunrise when he couldn't sleep, with Luna joining him with some tea, sitting quietly with him.

As he expected, Ginny and Luna were asleep in bed. His mind raced ahead, imagining Ginny wearing a pair of knickers and nothing else and Luna in her thin cotton nightgown that left little to the imagination. He dropped his robe on the floor on his side of the bed, wearing only his skin, and slid the glasses off too, placing them gently on the side table. With his wand, he lifted the bedclothes and slid into the immediate warmth of the bed and proceeded to tuck his wand under his pillow.

One calloused hand reached back for him, finding his stomach first. He wiggled across the bed to spoon up next to Ginny, feeling her unclothed arse pressing his manhood down.

"Happy to see you too, love," Harry whispered into her ear, smelling the cherry vanilla shampoo she preferred to use after practice. "Sorry about the time," his hand snaked across her warm ribs before collecting a handful of one ample breast. His own calloused fingertips worked over the tip of her breast, feeling it harden almost immediately. He swallowed hard; thinking of what he wanted to do yet Luna was there too, sleeping soundly on the other edge of the bed. While Luna never wavered and Ginny would roll her eyes, he felt butterflies about their living arrangement, having two women sharing his bed when he was in bed.

"She came to bed late. She won't wake, probably," Ginny leaned her head back to give Harry access to her neck. He dropped soft kisses on it, praying that Luna didn't wake. Not that he'd mind having both witches this morning but as knackered as he was, he might not last to satisfy both of them, at least the way he felt they deserved.

"I'm awake," Luna's soft voice startled both of them. "I wasn't quite asleep. I was dreaming and heard Harry rustling in the room," Luna rolled over onto her other side, looking at the two of them spooned up with one another. "You have your glasses off and are fondling her breast." Luna smiled that soft one that made him feel like he was 13 and didn't know how to talk to girls not named Hermione. "You start without me. I need to use the ladies'," she rolled back over and slid out of bed, wearing her thin nightgown and nothing else. She had her wand in her own hand, using the tip like a torch too as she padded out of the room to the loo across the landing.

"You heard her," Ginny smirked before rolling onto her back, giving Harry a look he guessed was a cheeky grin. It was hard to tell with his glasses off and only the streetlights through the curtains that gave any light in the darkened room. Ginny reached up and found a handful of scruffy beard and pulled him down onto her very welcoming body. He fell into her embrace, feeling the burning in his soul ready to set fire to his brain and his bollocks.

With her knees spread and her feet planted on the bed, Harry shifted and felt how slick she already was. Sadly he still didn't have the endurance he wanted, barely lasting two minutes on their first go. Fortunately Ginny was always hungry for him.

He felt her calloused fingers grip him, guiding him into her welcoming body. "Fuck," he groaned as he slid home, feeling every ridge embrace him in glorious ways. "Shit, this feels too good," he grunted, moving too fast already. He wasn't going to last at all tonight, not this first time. It had been too long, even with wanking to take some edge off.

"We have all morning. I don't have practice today. It is Monday, after all."

Something about Mondays was important but he couldn't be arsed to think of it at the moment, focusing only on Ginny. He bent his head down to take a breast into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make her grunt in response.

The band tightened, and wound up even more before exploding, forcing stars in his eyes and to blackout a moment.

When his breathing returned to some semblance of normal, and the room wasn't spinning like he was apparating without a license, he heard noises that sounded like lips smacking and high pitched moans. He reached for his glasses and shoved them on his face and saw Ginny and Luna a foot away on the bed, wrapped up in their own embrace. Luna had removed her nightgown, leaving her clad only in her skin and the pale light of bluebell fire in glassware on the tables.

He'd rolled onto his left side to watch the two witches have their early morning bits of fun. Each of them was an example of the beautiful feminine form, different yet both exquisite. While Ginny was endowed with ample curves and so much strength in her body from flying a broom at breakneck speeds for hours on end, Luna had fewer curves and more evocative in how she could just touch him and set sparks off. The paleness of her breasts contracted with the dusting of ginger freckles across Ginny's breasts and chest, making the various scars both of them had from the year from Hell with the Carrows disappear in the soft blue lights. But it wasn't how fierce they both were but the tenderness they shared with him. He would cry if he could articulate how each had their own magical touch with him. Luna was soft and evocative while Ginny was all passion and aggressiveness. Some mornings he wanted to be taken, tossed on the bed while lying back enjoying everything. Others he'd want four hands on him, barely touching to drive him spare. Luna though had it down to a science; her touch had magic he couldn't explain. But Ginny said the same thing, that Luna had a way about her that no one else had. She'd shrug, not understanding how she had such an effect on both of them, and continue with what she was doing.

Maybe it was just Luna and that was the extent of the possible explanation. He wasn't going to complain that two witches found him worth sharing his bed.

Luna reached out from snogging Ginny to pull Harry closer to them. As Harry snuggled in closer, Ginny slid down further into the bedclothes, finding Luna a willing participant. Harry pulled her face close to kiss her while Ginny used her lips and hands on Luna's body, from breasts to bum. And what an arse she had, so soft and almost ethereal.

Harry's slumbering dick woke from the first nap, greedily anticipating what was going to happen. They could shag daily and he'd never grow tired of it. Tired but not tired of loving these wonderful witches. And those witches who were adamant in how much they appreciated him.

Harry shifted from next to them to straddling Ginny's legs. Luna turned her attention back to Ginny, kissing her delicately as she moved her body down and lifted her arse in the air. A Luna sandwich, he privately thought, as Ginny continued to kiss Luna, savouring each one on her lips, cheeks, neck, breasts and more while Harry slid into Luna's welcoming body.

She keened, feeling Harry pressing hard onto her hips while Ginny sucked on her breasts.

He enjoyed the arrangement, where Ginny had firsts and didn't mind he would only last a minute or so because they could settle in and give love, pleasure, and joy to Luna. She told them often that they didn't need to include her in their fornication activities, as she not so casually described it, but they still insisted that their relationship arrangement included her in every way. Their three-way relationship was more than just sex. It was the late-night meals, the occasional snog, sleeping together to keep away the nightmares, and cuddles too, aside from sex. They mutually agreed this wasn't an arrangement of Harry and Ginny and Ginny and Luna. He didn't know what it was called and didn't care except that they would love one another equally, as well as have sex.

He was most glad that there were some private benefits to the Man who Lived. He looked past her hips, seeing Ginny looking up at him, smirking at him. He mouthed witch and she nodded before returning to using her hands and mouth on Luna.

He turned his attentions back to Luna, giving her what she wanted or how she wanted him. Her appetite for sex was much less than Ginny's, where Luna was satisfied once a week if not less, Ginny needed him daily if not twice a day.

Small squeaks of pleasure erupted along with nonsensical words that neither of them understood, except that Luna was displaying her appreciation for them. The two women were so different when it came to lovemaking. Luna preferred it softer but also wanted him to last longer. She said that she enjoyed the moments when she had both of them to please and tease her. Ginny, though, she wanted it rough and hard and occasionally questionable. Those moments, when the nightmares and flashbacks got too intense for her, the questionable actions helped her cope and calm down. He hated she needed that from him yet loved that she trusted him completely to help her through it.

Ginny leaned out from under Luna's breasts and blew him a kiss and made an obvious invitation with her mouth before smirking again and disappearing under Luna's writhing body. Within moments, Luna was moaning like the ghoul in the Weasley attic and for better reasons.

Harry slowed down, almost stopping before Luna collapsed, falling onto her face into the bedclothes on his other side. As he caught his breath, waiting for the grand finale called Ginny, he watched them snogging before a strong hand pushed him onto his back. He turned to take his glasses off and rolled back onto his back. Ginny moved to straddle him. "Better than a broom and much more pleasant," she growled.

"Figured this would be what you wanted," he cheeked. He sought out her breasts, feeling the tips harden under his calloused fingers before giving a pinch and a twist.

"Shut it and fuck me," she growled. She leaned over, covering his face with her hair. "It won't take too long."

"And I thought you were wanting to go for hours."

"Cheeky bastard," she ground down on his hips and he threw his head back into the pillow feeling her already wound up from earlier.

The bed wobbled some, and he didn't need to see that Luna was leaving for the loo.

"Did she leave?" He asked as Ginny was attacking his neck and working her way down to his chest.

"Yes," she said between moments of sucking on his nips, "she always leaves until I'm done. I've asked and all she says is, 'I don't want to intrude.'"

Harry ran his hands up and down her body, feeling every muscle under her toned flesh. Ginger hairs, which he couldn't see even if he had his glasses on and every possible candle in the house lit in the room, stood up under his fingertips. Yet he ran them down the middle of her body, drifting lower and lower.

"That all you got, Harry?"

"Would you rather rub one out while I fondle your breasts?"

Ginny slowed a moment before starting back up in earnest. "I'll take care of me and you can play with the bludgers."

"They aren't," his hands worked back up her body, feeling each muscle in her stomach as she moved above his body. "They're more like soft Quaffles, and better to hold onto." He wet two fingers on each hand and set to work on her breasts, twisting and tweaking them. "Wish I'd left my glasses on. I love watching you."

"I'll put on a show later this morning for you if you want," her voice was growing haggard. He knew she was close. He felt her shudder, bringing him to the point of exploding yet again.

"Harry," her voice broke and he twisted her nipples hard. She quivered before shuddering, her torso spasming. "Fuck," her moan would have woken the house if they hadn't put silencing charms on every surface and floor. He kept going through her eruption, hearing her squeal until stars in his eyes went supernova.

Darkness enveloped him.

Laboured breathing permeated the room. Crass words erupted every now and then. Two distinct hands ran up and down his belly, with two heads nestled in the crux of his arms.

"I'm leaving Saturday morning," Luna said out loud to no one in particular.

Harry roused first from the sweat-drenched bedclothes, opening his eyes and turning to his left. "Saturday? Where are you going?"

"I've, um, I've been invited to go along an expedition in northern Brasil. There is a colony of lethifolds in the rainforest that another researcher wants to study, and to update the Fantastic Beasts book."

"And they want you along?" Ginny asked, finally.

"I was invited, yes. But this," Luna lazily waved her hand around the room, making small sparks of pink sparkles drift from her fingertips, "but the researcher knows that I am interested in magical creatures and have some knowledge about them and might be able to assist them during field observations." Luna blinked. She kept blinking, looking like she was fighting back tears. "It's Newt Scamander's grandson, Rolf, and I didn't want to tell either of you because I was afraid of hurting you."

"Hurting us? Why would you say that?" Harry asked first, reaching out but not touching, letting Luna make the move to hold hands. She did but kept looking across his chest at Ginny.

"Well, I met him on the last trip, the one where I went to Patagonia for a month. He was staying at the same residence I was in Viedma while on break from the desert exploration. We stayed up late talking and we talked so much about Magizoology and he's so interesting and we get along so well and I think I might fancy him."

"Really?" Ginny's voice went soft.

"I think so. I still have trouble making friends. It's hard." Her candour twisted Harry's heart once again. "People hear my name and think I'm a raving lunatic and I'm not. I'm Luna but not that. Rolf seemed interested in things I was talking about, asking questions and making notes about what we were talking about. He showed an interest and that made me feel, well, special. I've not felt that in years, probably before Mum died.

"We were out in the desert, in a little place called Estancia Tapi Aike, investigating a magical village's complaint about missing muggles and it possibly be the work of a Vipertooth so we were off to the mountains north of El Calafete and Lago Argentino trying to see if there was a dragon nesting in the mountains. We had been out for a week and he decided that he needed a good cold mountain bath. I," she smiled softly, "I saw him out of his shirt and pants in the water and I felt something stirring when I saw him. It surprised me greatly since I normally don't have those kinds of feelings except for both of you. Well, he saw me see him in the water and waved to me and I decided why not so I dropped my robes and everything else and joined him for a swim and a bath of my own. And I didn't want to tell either of you because it would be the end of this, what we have with one another. If I decide to fornicate him for mutual benefit, I didn't want either of you think less of me. If I do, then we can't do this anymore, and not be fair to everyone." Luna looked at the bedclothes covering Harry's lower half. "And I think I might do so if he asks."

"We never would," Harry spoke up instantly. Silence lay across the bed like an heirloom quilt.

Luna turned back towards Ginny who had gone quiet. "Ginny?"

"Ginny?" Harry asked as well.

They watched as her ears turned red and the flush crossed her face and down her throat. She sat up at the headboard; emotions racing across her face like the snitch had been spotted.

"Ginny, what is it? Tell me." Luna stole a glance at Harry who appeared befuddled. "Please," her request sounded like a heartfelt prayer.

"I," her words broke off in an instant. Nothing was uttered no matter how screwed up her expression was.

"I shouldn't have said anything," Luna felt pangs of regret. She guessed this was going to happen and she couldn't take Ginny's pain away. "You're not losing me. I'm still your friend. I still love you. We just won't have sex often, or at all, if I decide to have sex with him. It's not that sex interests me like a primal driving force but it might him since I've heard him groaning and grunting late at night or early in the morning." Luna smiled. "Harry at least tries to be quiet when he's masturbating." Harry's face turned into a round aubergine. "You're so polite." Luna sat up at the headboard too, leaving Harry to watch them upside down.

"I'm being selfish," Ginny muttered before ripping her hand across her own face. "I knew this wouldn't be a forever thing. Fuck, I tore everyone and everything apart because I couldn't choose who I loved more. I love both of you so much, in different yet similar ways, but making a choice was like, like picking which brother I like the most. How could I make that choice when both are as important as breathing to me? It's like asking me which hand I need more. You're both so important and - "

"You're not losing me," Luna touched Ginny's face with tenderness. Ginny leaned into the touch, closing her eyes to her touch. "We've talked about this and I told you that if I met someone, I would see what happens. It's nothing to do with you and everything to do with me. My love for you doesn't diminish."

"Yes I am and it hurts," Ginny wept. "We'll not have this again."

"That's probable but it doesn't mean I don't love you," Luna smiled and turned to Harry, "and you too, Harry. While I love you physically which I know you enjoy, my feelings for you are different than what I have for Ginny. I've never been bashful in telling you that."

"I know and I'm glad for it." Harry leaned in for a soft kiss on Luna's cheek.

Ginny rolled over to the side of the bed, her hair a mess and covered in sweat, pulling the covers off of her toned body. "I need a minute," she muttered before leaving the bedroom for the loo across the landing. The door slammed with a muffled sorry coming through the oaken door a second later.

"I didn't mean to hurt Ginny," Luna spoke softly in the early morning light. Noise from the bathroom – spraying water from the shower – drifted into the room. "But I knew it wasn't right if we had this and I started having a sexual relationship with someone else."

"She knows that," Harry got up from the bed and found pants along with sleep trousers and a vest to put on from the wardrobe. "And we agreed to that on the front end, Luna. That's what I appreciate about you – your honesty and that you always speak your mind. It's refreshing to have that. And I'm glad you've met someone and that it might be more. I hope he treats you exactly like you need and want."

"It might not be anything but it might be what I've wanted." The bedclothes settled down onto her lap.

Harry stole one last look before turning to the wardrobe to pull out a heavy housecoat. "And you should see what happens. We shouldn't be the reason that we keep you from finding your own happiness with someone." He pulled a purple floral one from the wardrobe and handed it to Luna.

It dropped to the bedclothes, lost in her own head. "I already am," Luna looked towards the door across the landing. "I hope she won't hate me for this. I can't lose her as a friend. I would grieve a lifetime if that happened."

"She won't," Harry said immediately. "She will cope like she does, by being a fiend on the Quidditch pitch. I feel sorry for Ballycastle the following match. She's going to be on a thunderous rampage on the pitch. I hate that you're going to miss it."

"It's not like I won't stay with you when I'm back home. I will be back in England sometime and can watch a match or two."

"You'll always have a home with us, Luna. I would never tell you otherwise."

"What if she doesn't want to see me again? What if she says no? I know I wouldn't like that at all."

"That's a pile of dragonshite," Ginny came back into the room wearing an oversized towel around her body and another on her head, drying her hair. "There's not a day in my life I won't want to see you. And it might hurt to not have this again, your happiness is more important than any selfishness I crave."

Luna stood up from the bed and saw Harry steal out of the room silently. She focused on Ginny, whom she loved more than she loved herself. "You're not being greedy. I've told you, it's never selfish or greedy to want love and from more than one person. It's a beautiful part that the human heart can love more than one person at the same time, in the same or different ways.

"I love you so much and am so thankful for you and that you are so giving." Luna opened her arms and Ginny fell into them, sharing a long moment standing in the middle of the room. She dropped soft kisses on Ginny's head, each one punctuated with a tear falling down her cheeks. Her tears would be for later over what she was walking away from them but these were for her best friend. "And I never said we wouldn't cuddle and kiss. It's sex that won't happen if that is what happens with Rolf. I won't know unless I ask and he agrees, right?" Luna felt the semblance of a head nod on her chest. "You know how thankful I am for you and Harry, helping me get over what happened that terrible year. I thought I'd never trust people that way again and you changed that for me." Luna felt the hug grow tighter on her ribs. She would never grow tired or weary of a hug from Ginny.

Moments passed, with both weeping silently. Luna loved being the small spoon most of the time but now she was the bigger spoon, holding her lover as she shuddered in her towels in the middle of the bedroom. Thank goodness hugs would always be there. Ginny's hugs were special, like a warm blanket wrapped around you on a cold night.

Ginny's stomach rumbled loudly in the silence, breaking the moment between them. "Damn it," she grumbled. "You'd think this thing wouldn't control my life so much."

Luna smiled before placing a very gentle kiss on her lips. "I'm sure Harry's downstairs cooking breakfast. Why don't you see if he has and I'll go get a shower? I'm dying to tell you about the upcoming trip."

Ginny took her hand and squeezed it hard. "When you come down, I want to hear everything, including about this bloke who has caught your eye. He has to be incredible for you to consider him as a friend and more than just a passing acquaintance."

"He might be, but he'll never be you." She smiled. "I love you, so much. Thank you for understanding."

"I love you too and I want you to be happy. I do."

Luna smiled. "I'll be happy if you don't eat all of the beans and toast."

Luna left the room to Ginny's laughter.

One last demarcation line

Luna leaned over to pour another cup of tea and pluck up the last remaining ginger newt. "And that is how I had to break it off with your Mum and Dad before starting a relationship with my eventual partner."

Lily Luna sat there holding a pillow in her lap, looking like she just finished writing a nasty essay involving Draught of Living Death. She kept shaking her head in what was probably attempting to process everything her Godmother shared with her.

"Aunt Luna, you never said how you started with my parents?"

Luna glanced over Lily Luna's shoulder and watched Harry and Ginny standing in the doorway to the foyer, smiling at her. She turned her attention back to her namesake. "That, my dear, is another story. I don't know if they want me to talk about that since it's related to things that happened during the war and after it. You might not be ready for it. I admit it's very complicated. Some things should never be discussed outside of family anyway."

"When do you think I'll be ready?"

Luna stole another glance and watched Harry and Ginny looking between one another, silently conversing as they'd learned to do in the previous 20 some odd years together. Lily Luna turned to see her parents non-verbally communicating with one another.

Harry spoke up first. "We'll talk about that over dinner."

"You're staying, right Luna?" Ginny asked almost on top of Harry.

"Of course. Harry's cooking feels like home. Are dirigible plums are on the dessert menu tonight?"

Ginny threw her head back in roaring laughter while Harry guffawed. "I'll see if I can pluck some on that ancient broom we keep in the shed."

"We have dirigible plums in our garden?"

"Of course we do. Aunt Luna planted them the week we moved into this home. That was her housewarming gift to us, and our promise to her that she'd always have a home with us, no matter where in the world she might be."

#Dragon's Fic #Hpfic #Ginuarry #Harry J Potter #Ginny Weasley #Luna Lovegood #Lily Luna Potter #mentions of Deamus and Romione #Rated 18 / MA / E / NC-21 #Not Ace Safe #Don't read at work if you're working #Read at home in your PJ's if you're like me and staying home out of recommendations #Yes I have the luxury of working from home #helps when you have your own micro business #Though I'm sure my income will crater next 2 months #Won't mind #Queue Up for the Dragon

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13eyond13 · 5 years

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Your opinion on Those!B?

OMG Those!B, bless his little black heart��.

(Major Spoiler Warnings for “Those Who Stand For Nothing Fall for Anything” fic below, be ye warned):

-my absolute favourite parts of that entire massive fic are when B, L, and Light are all hanging out in the big house together. Maybe that’s just because they’re my three faves and also my OT3, but knowing that Beyond was going to be showing up eventually was the very reason I decided to read the whole thing in the first place, honestly. I saw the beautiful fanart by lyovan of all three of them all together and was like ummmm, yep sign me up

-turning Beyond into a pretentious psychologist and also L’s oldest/most loyal childhood friend, someone who postures himself as the tutting / disapproving “voice of reason” to the ridiculously dysfunctional Lawlight romance, is just a hilarious idea that I am 1000% on board with. I adore all the cruel irony of his situation with L, his pathetic obsessive energy and his unrequited feelings and weird competitive nature with Light. It adds such an interesting past perspective to Those!L’s character to give him this old friend who he wants to maintain a certain appearance in front of and who he relates to in a softer, completely non-sexual way, as well.

- I love how much the stuff with B mirrors so many things about canon while also being completely different from it simultaneously. There were so many times I suddenly realized a sly parallel to canon in that fic and laughed out loud, such as with B allegedly attempting suicide in L’s bed way back in the day as an extremely melodramatic way of getting his attention

@translightyagami and I were talking about this recently, how B isn’t really any better of a person or a more ideal match for L than Light is, and I love so much that this fic doesn’t try to portray him as such. B’s just as shitty and manipulative and flawed in his own way as the other two, and the fact that he and L both kind of selfishly idealize and use each other in different ways for validation and ego boosts is so interesting to think about. I think Those!B needs to put L on a pedestal to feel distinctive for being his closest/truest friend, and L needs B to idolize him and be kept constantly at arm’s length so that he can always see himself through B’s rose-coloured glasses whenever his own self-perception is getting weird and dark

- another fascinating aspect of Those!B is his weird chemistry with Light. I don’t know why, but I adore how hilariously cruel and mean they are to each other 90% of the time and then randomly also attracted to each other in little bursts. Their strange little scene against the bookshelf when L wasn’t home, for example. I think they both kind of loathe each other but also understand each other intimately for their mutual unhealthy hangups on L, so it creates this weird antagonistic kinship between them that surfaces between the passive-aggressive insults every now and then

- I laughed so much every time Those!B did something like sniff L or slice off a lock of Light’s hair with a knife or drug him without his consent. Halfpromise managed to make a B completely devoid of red shinigami eyes and a jam fixation still incredibly creepy and odd in his own very special way

#those who stand for nothing fall for anything #those spoilers #beyond birthday #ask #eyeciclez #light yagami #l lawliet #those!l #those!light #lawblight #lxb #bxlight #thx!#p

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thisnewdevilry · 5 years

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Get to know meme....

As tagged by @ihni, who has become my happy go-to for tagging and being tagged in these things. :)

Answer the questions and tag nine people you’d like to get to know better.

Favourite Color: Usually black, but the one-two punch of pink and sky blue has been rapidly ascending in my opinion (to the point that my glasses and my hair are those colours).

Top 3 Ships: I will have to say the great Leverage OT3 (Parker, Hardison, and Eliot, the perfect hitter/hacker/thief triad), Apollo/Midnighter (from Wildstorm/DC, but they are a ‘ship I would tattoo on my skin in any goddamn ‘verse. Apollo and Midnighter, together.), and Jake Jensen/Carlos “Cougar” Alvarez from The Losers. When I need a feel-good fic, eight times out of ten, it’ll be from one of these three ships to make me smile.

Last Song I Listened To: Touch - July Talk. I just heard this song for the first time on Saturday night, live, and I haven’t been able to stop listening to it since. It’s intense. It’s gorgeous. The world in general needs to listen to more July Talk.

Last Movie I Watched: Uh... I think it was Deadpool. Yes. Yes, it was Deadpool, on Friday night. I was working on an art piece, and my wife and I did a double-feature of Venom and Deadpool, because oh, that would be one hell of a team-up, thank you very much.

Currently Reading: I have... [checks] 12 tabs of AO3 open in my phone (including fics focusing on Poe Dameron, on Dragon Age: Inquisition companions, and stories from the criminally-cancelled-early The Exorcist), plus All You Need Is Kill by Hiroshi Sakurazaka in my handbag, and The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas within arm’s reach of my office chair in the den. And I spent a good chuck of Saturday having my wife read The Hobbit to me for the first time in ever.

In return... let’s send a gentle, no-obligation tag to @shyllen, @callmebliss, @moonymartell, @istibaethoriel, @pinehutch, @rouge-cerberus, @2funnygirl, @deans-werewolf-ass-baby, and @lanternkicker. No obligations, no pressure, just curious.

#meme me #get to know meme

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mihrsuri · 5 years

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Tudors OT3: through a glass, darkly?

So this is somewhat riffing on a thing I have already written

the meme

Henry was tired. Tired down to his very soul and what was worse, he seemed to be here still - a ghost in his own court, already half out of life for the visits of his former wives had proved that. Today, today he mostly just wants it to be over for good or for ill (part of him is no longer sure that the Lord will be kind to him or indeed that Lord should be kind to him). He no longer wishes to be here, tired and in pain with spectres all around him.

Even his children give him echoes of ghosts. Mary, so much her mother, so stubborn and oh he can see how she is hardening in some ways, how adamant she is about the faith that has sustained her throughout these years. Perhaps he should have given her a marriage but he could not, not while Edward yet remains too young to have children of his own. And he can see Mary’s kindness too - she loves her siblings, despite everything.

(Everything he has done, a voice whispers to Henry that he pretends not to hear)

Sometimes he feels he barely knows Edward, for all he had once vowed otherwise. I have almost been too scared to know him, Henry thinks, in case he was taken from me and from England so I kept him away. He thinks of Jane’s accusations and…surely, surely he has not killed his precious boy. Surely, surely he has done better than that? He had only ever meant to keep Edward safe, to make sure that he grew safely and that had meant that all care would be taken. Even if it meant Edward would not have a childhood, it was far more important that England have a King after Henry.

Elizabeth. Elizabeth. He loves Elizabeth - it is very difficult to not love Elizabeth (he keeps a portrait of her in his private rooms along with his other children) but sometimes he cannot bear to see the truth in her eyes (you killed her innocent mother, you made her a bastard, you denied she was your daughter) however much he might deny it. She is too grown up, too serious and far too wary and yet she takes care to never let him see it. Because she fears him, though she loves him, a voice whispers to him.

All his children seem to fear him as much as they love him.

Henry wrenches his mind away from such thoughts with an effort and tries to focus on his papers but he finds he cannot and is just about to call for a groom to help him to bed when suddenly, the door behind him slams shut and a man appears behind him.

It is a man who wears his face. Who is him, Henry thinks without alarm (has he not been visited by the ghosts of his wives, why should he not also be visited by the spectre of himself). It is him, as he could have been. They are the same age, the two of them but the other Henry is well and there is happiness in every part of him. The other Henry looks vital and alive even though he is the spectre and Henry is the living man.

“Who are you?” he asks, even though he knows the answer and the man who is him looks at him.

“I am you, Henry, as you could have been.” He offers his hand and Henry looks at his other self and takes it still in a daze. “I will show you what could have been and perhaps how you could change things for the better still.”

Suddenly, Suddenly Henry finds himself young again as he takes the hand of his other self. Suddenly there is a door opening in his chamber and he goes through, still unable to think that surely, surely this must be a dream but no, it feels real. Feels solid.

He is standing in the gardens of Hampton Court but it is not the Hampton Court that Henry knows - one that is old and tired and grasping. This, this is a place filled with colour, with life. And there are children playing in the garden.

“Yes Henry” his other self says, “they are my children, the children that could have been yours. And no, they cannot see us or hear us - this is a lesson for you for the Lord wishes you to see what could have been so that you might do better.”

It is Mary Henry sees first - but it is not the Mary he knows, the Mary that has been worn down by years of suffering and pain. This Mary is smiling as she watches the children playing.

“She has three children of her own who are not much older than my youngest” his other self says, with pride and love in his voice. “I have not always managed to do right by her but now, now she is happy and loved and has the family she has always wanted.”

“…Did?” Henry asks

“Yes, I was granted my annulment. I asked for it after Fitzroy was born but then I fought to legitimise him but it had not happened before he died - I did not treat Mary as well as I should have done then.”

Then, then Henry sees Elizabeth but it is not the Elizabeth he knows, who is too guarded, too aware of what can be lost. This is an Elizabeth who has always been a Princess, who has always been secure in the love of her parents. And then, then Henry sees him.

The boy is his image but somehow, somehow Henry knows that he is Anne’s son. Every bit the golden prince that Anne had promised him, that he had dreamed of when they were both in love and dreaming of their marriage. He can see Anne in him - something in the way he holds himself, the way he smiles.

“This, this is Thomas.” the other Henry says and there is such pride and love in his voice that it makes Henry’s heart ache. This is a man who knows his son, whose son knows him and loves him. “He was born on the 19th of May 1536″ and Henry, Henry can feel himself stiffen. He has tried to feel nothing about…that day. Has tried to bury all of it, even bury Elizabeth because he cannot bear it and now it is there in front of him and the pain is still as fresh as ever.

(You killed her. You killed her. You killed her. It is a refrain he has tried to drown out, tried to bury and he cannot and it has made him angrier sometimes but now he just wants to scream, wants to rip it out of himself).

And then, then he sees the other children. “George, our Duke of York” (a dark haired boy who is Anne in everything but his curly hair) “William and Margaret” who are both red haired and fighting with wooden swords. Another boy named Owen who is sitting quietly.

Then, then he sees Anne. Henry can hardly bear to look at her. He had erased all of her that he could, had even tried to hide their daughter away from himself because he could not face it (sometimes he still cannot face it, for all that he adores Elizabeth) and now she is here. She is here and happy and holding two babies in her arms and the happiness in her face makes him want to break things.

Makes him want to break himself. He has always known she was innocent however much he protested otherwise, however much he had made himself believe otherwise at the time. And now, now he is seeing what he might have had. What could have been.

“The boy is Edmund and our youngest is Philippa” the other Henry says, pointing to the babies in Anne’s arms. One with red hair waving tiny fists and a tiny perfect bundle with dark curls.

And then, then Henry sees Thomas Cromwell next to Anne and somehow, somehow he knows. Knows that his other self has somehow worked out the tangle of feelings he had had no idea what to do with and has everything, everything he had ever wanted.

Henry wants to weep but finds he has not the strength to do so. It is too much, it is all too much.

#fic #lil and her ridiculous aus #ot3: political power trio #allegoriesinmediasres

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kenjiro-s · 6 years

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Of coffee and confusion

This is the first chapter of my OT3 fanfiction, Sugar, spice and everything nice.

Getting coffee for the entire department shouldn’t have been an issue considering he was the only assistant of the only expert in said department. But the other guys have noticed that it would’ve been too easy for him and now Kenjiro was forced to look for a small, fancy pastry shop and get coffee for everyone but the officers. The logic seemed flimsy but as the newest intern with hopes of getting a permanent position, he’d been prepared for sacrifices. Not when it came to his wallet, but if that was all the initiation he got, he’d consider himself lucky. He glanced at the GPS on his phone and took a left. It was supposed to be right…There. The classy dark purple and silver exterior hinted of artisan cupcakes and overpriced lattes. Which was usually the environment Kenjiro liked but not when it came to buying five of each. He sighed heavily and crossed the street. The sooner he brought them the drinks, the sooner they would leave him alone. His supervisor and expert, a loud and smug guy with a seemingly permanent case of bedhead, had smirked and hinted not-so-subtly that if Kenjiro did not comply, the result would be terrible. There were rumours around the station, about sticky notes, cups of water and tape. He shuddered. Definitely not what he wanted to encounter on his job…ever.

The interior of the shop was a bit more relaxed than the outside, but still hinted of class. His eyes danced along glass shelves with shiny colourful treats. The air carried the soft scent of bitter chocolate, cinnamon and…cardamom ? Fancy, indeed. There were a few small tables inside, two of them currently occupied, and decorated with lovely tea seats and silverware. Kenjiro headed for the counter. His break was short enough that the trip back would eat most of it, he did not want to lose any more of it. The man behind the glass cases had a messy dark blond hair and sleepy eyes and was drying a tall glass with a practiced but lazy motion.

- Excuse me. – The man glanced up, his expression not changing. He pushed himself from the sink and slid his fingers along the marble counter. Up close his face was handsome and carried the quiet serenity of someone who knew exactly where he was and why he was there. Kenjiro was a little jealous, if he was honest. He felt like a ball of nerves and he most definitely did not like it. The tiny twist of lips that could barely be called a smile he got as an answer was enough to ruin his already sour disposition even more.

- Four lattes with extra shot and a white mocha. The largest size, please. – The man just smiled a little more.

- Would you like something sweet to go with them ? Today’s best are those nice white chocolate and raspberry muffins. – The guy was playing dirty. Using his weakness for white chocolate to tempt him with the pieces of art masquerading as food on a pretty plate. On the other hand, he was already spoiling group of overgrown children, he deserved the treat.

- Sure. And four of those chocolates over there, the tiny ones. – He was not above being petty. The man carefully wrapped the chocolates in a small box, finishing it with a wide green bow he tied with a practiced motion, and then pulled a different box, a midnight blue one, sliding the muffing in it. He completed the order with a large paper bag for the boxes of sweets and the coffees, and gave Kenjiro another almost-smile. – Thank you.

He did not turn. He definitely did not want to turn and steal another look at the quiet and handsome cashier at the pastry shop. Absolutely not. His resolve lasted until he crossed the street. The windows were just as stylishly decorated as they were the first time he saw them. The only difference was the man leaning on one of them, staring at Kenjiro. He lifted a hand in a wave and Kenjiro did the only adult and sensible thing – spun on his heels and practically ran all the way to the station. Stopping right before entering, he took a deep breath and tried to calm his racing heart. It wasn’t like the man had flirted or even hinted something.

- Hey, can I help you ? – Kenjiro jumped. The two men behind him were looking at him curiously. The tall one had fluffy dark hair, eyes in the same colour, lean built and a smirk. He would’ve been handsome if not for the barely healed gash high on his cheekbone. The other man was shorter, had black spiky hair and green eyes and, most importantly, wore a crisp police uniform.

- I was out for my break. – The officer blinked while his companion raised his eyebrows. – It’s my first day. I am Kenjiro Shirabu…

- Kurro’s new assistant ? – So they have heard about that. He just nodded. – Oh, I guess you haven’t met everyone yet ? Hajime Iwaizumi. – Kenjiro shook his hand with only mild suspicion. – Come on. It will look weird if we just stand out here. Oh, and this is Tooru. – The man’s eyes were just as suspicious as Kenjiro felt. He knew when he was being measured. The man, Tooru, shook his hand and then said something low enough that only Iwaizumi could hear him. The response was just as quiet and then he was leaving with an airy wave that did not suit his slightly mocking expression. The officer just turned and opened the door.

They entered the station and while there was some noise, it was overall calm. Several people stopped whatever they were doing to look at them. Not that he was intimidated per se, but this was one of the moments he hated not being taller.

- Iwaizumi ! Where did you find the kid ? – The officer who asked had a strange blond-and-black hair and was loud enough for his voice to carry through the room easily.

- This is Kuroo’s new assistant. As of today, apparently. Shirabu, the loud guy there is Bokuto, – A wave and a huge smile, - Ushijima – A nod from the tall and stoic-looking man behind a desk, - and Sawamura though he will tell you to call him Daichi – the last man was leaning on a desk with a small smile.

The thought that went through Kenjiro’s mind was not nice but it was petty enough to show his supervisor he would not be walked over.

- Say, officers, would you like some coffee and chocolates ?

Entering the IT department, which was just a small office in one of the corners, Kenjiro was surprised at the four people waiting for him. Kuroo was there, with the head of the audit department, a tall blond who had introduced himself as Semi, Kuroo’s consultant who haven’t spoken to Kenjiro yet and just hung around doing…something, and Semi’s new trainee, a ridiculously tall energetic guy with a foreign name. They were all looking at him with expectation. Too bad.

- Where’s our coffee ?

- Oh, I am sorry. I met the officers outside and they were kind enough to introduce themselves and help me. And they looked exhausted from fighting crime all night. They really looked like they needed coffee. You are not mad, are you ? – Pulling on his most innocent expression, Kenjiro did his best to appear guileless. Kuroo’s jaw was hanging open, Kenma hadn’t even looked from his tablet, the foreign-named guy looked confused and Semi…Semi was looking at him with the type of small, almost invisible smile that was strangely familiar, but where had he seen it…Oh, well. Day one and he was already making an impression. Better get to work.

#haikyuu!!#fanfic #shirabu #semi eita #kawanishi taichi #aged up #different first meeting #first chapter #ot3 #established couple #fanfiction #shiratorizawa

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milomeepit · 6 years

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Jade/Dave/Karkat OT3 Time Y'all

GUESS WHO’S STILL HOMESTUCK TRASH KIDDOS

@theyhoolikeowls

It was never meant to happen like this, you reflected as you fell to your knees in the soft, green grass.

You lived together in Cantown. After everyone made it into the new world- your new world- everything fell into place. You spent most of your days hanging out with your friends. It was amazing, being able to spend time with them for real. Being able to reach out and touch them, not just lay your hand against a cold screen. Everything was perfect. Well, almost.

There were still nights where Karkat woke up screaming from a nightmare. He’d sob against your shoulder as you stroked his fluffy hair, Dave rapping quietly to soothe him. Those were the nights you didn’t sleep at all. After settling him down, watching a romcom with him, Dave would roll over and fall asleep. But you would lie in bed, listening to Karkat’s gentle snores, Dave’s faint wheezing breaths. Your eyes would burn as you stared at the ceiling, your mind racing. Images of your friends- of Dave and Karkat- bleeding. Screaming. Dying. Those were the nights you stayed awake all night, keeping an eye on all of your friends through your space powers.

A little while after coming to the new world, Davepetasprite^2 had shown up. Nobody was quite sure where they’d come from, but they were welcomed nevertheless. Of course, talking to Kanaya, Dave, Dirk, John and yourself, the six of you had been playing with the idea of using your combined powers to pull some of your deceased friends from the old session’s timeline via Dirk’s heart player powers. Nobody had been willing to try it yet though, or even mention it to anyone outside of your own private conversations with one another.

One of the not-so-great things about living so close to your friends was when you blew your fuse. Despite your best efforts, just forcing a happy disposition and getting on with it didn’t work as well face-to-face, and you ended up pretty moody for quite a while after the first time you lost your temper. You had been playing chess with Jake, and he’d continually made moves that weren’t legal, despite your attempts to teach him otherwise. When he moved two pieces during your turn, you had… lost your composure. Karkat understood your anger, and at the time, that had been enough to make you pause midway through trampling a flower patch. He’d let you vent, nudging you to make you lash out at him until all of your pent-up aggression was exhausted. You’d spent the rest of the day together, trying to save the flowers. You tried to apologise a few times for lashing out, but he would cut you off every time, bringing up different movies he thought you might enjoy. Eventually, you’d let it rest, content to spend the time patting soil back into the ground, lifting damaged roots out of the dirt so that the new growth could repair the flower patch, in time.

Speaking of time, Dave hadn’t been altogether happy with that at the time. He got pretty standoffish for a while there, but after some prying, you realised he was jealous. Things ended up happening pretty quickly, you being unable to choose between your boys. You loved them both, but you didn’t want them to fight over you like they’d fought over Terezi. They were friendlier to each other once the three of you had a looooong discussion, and eventually… it all slotted together, including them. You’d tried all sorts of names on what the three of you had that didn’t work, so eventually you gave up trying to call it anything! It was confusing sometimes, but you were all happy. Oh, you still remembered the look on Jake’s face the first time he walked into your shared home to find the three of you entangled and cuddling one another. It brought a smile to your face whenever you thought about it.

After coming into the game, everyone had just kind of found themselves moving in with some of the others. Calliope, Roxy, Jane, John and Mr Crocker lived in a large home a few miles away from you. Terezi and Vriska shared an apartment halfway up the tallest building in town, giving them plenty of freedom to travel all over the city. Dave and Dirk lived together, right next door to Kanaya and Rose, who were two houses down from you and Jake, with Karkat and Gamzee across the road. You’d gotten to know Jake a lot better in that time. Jake… he was such a sweet, oblivious guy. And you appreciated that you both had someone you could talk to. That whole moirails concept really worked after all, you found yourself thinking amusedly. Although, you didn’t curl up in piles of stuff like the trolls did; you tended to have your heart to hearts in the kitchen while trying to cook some or other fancy or exotic dish that Jake decided looked interesting enough to try. You weren’t a particularly picky eater, so it didn’t bother you what he picked usually. There were some cuisines you drew the line at, though; grubsauce, for example. It was always fun trying out new recipes, and it gave you two a chance to bond and talk about whatever grievances you may currently have with life. You could fondly recall many an afternoon where Jake would end up ranting some long string of explosive gadzookery as he pummelled a hunk of dough into submission.

After several years, one such afternoon of angst-induced cooking had led into a picnic with the whole gang. After helping you set up the food, Jake had immediately gone off to find Dirk. Rose and Kanaya had claimed a spot under a nearby tree and were talking quietly, gazing up at the sky. The then-dubbed ‘Crocker Clan’ had arrived a little late, but Mr Crocker, being his usual self, had baked an apology cupcake along with the other desserts he had brought, which he presented to you rather sheepishly. You laughed it off and waved for them to sit down with you. Vriska and Terezi brought Gamzee with them, brushing off your questioning with a shrug before they wandered off to go play soccer with Dirk and Jake.

Even after the soccer game had finally finished and the players had sat down, out of breath and all laughing as Jake nursed a small bruise on his cheek from a particularly vicious kick of Vriska’s, neither Dave or Karkat had shown up yet. You bit your tongue, telling yourself that they wouldn’t miss this. They knew how hard you and Jake had worked organising the event. They’d be there. However, as the sun began to lower, and the day dipped into late afternoon with no sign of them, you couldn’t help but frown. John asked you what was wrong, and you hesitantly explained, not wanting to sound whiney or like a drag. He bit his lip and shrugged. That was when the tears began to fall, fogging up your glasses. You pulled them off and wiped them absentmindedly, staring at your lap as you continued to cry, your vision blurring further and further as the minutes ticked by.

Eventually, a pale hand reached past the dark curtain of your hair and tipped your chin up. You sniffled as two blurry figures came into focus. The pair of them were kneeling down in front of you, and the grey blur was clutching something to his chest possessively. Hushed voices spoke comforting words, repeating apologies over and over to you as the hand left your chin to take your glasses from your limp hands and set them back on your face. As Dave and Karkat came back into focus, they exchanged a look and Karkat opened the box. Sparkling silver, with tiny diamonds around a green tourmaline stone, it brought tears to your eyes all over again as you tackled them both in a hug, the rest of your friends cheering and smiling around you.

It was perfect. The Crockers worked with an almost superhuman ethic to make the perfect cake. There was a lot of time spent tasting cake, to the point you began to worry if Kanaya would need to remeasure the three of you for your outfits, Terezi helped pick out flowers with gorgeous colours and scents, Jake rabbited on about different ideas for the honeymoon, different adventures the three of you could partake in, and the outfits… oh, the outfits Kanaya made. Crisp, elegant red and black suits for your boys, and a stunning light green dress. The bodice, tiny beads all over shining in the light. The skirt flared out from your waist, floating around your ankles in foamy, light layers of fabric. You were speechless the first time you tried it on. Dave simply repeated over and over how pretty you looked, making you giggle. It was Karkat who picked up on the small request you had made of Kanaya, commenting that the bodice was a little baggy around your stomach. You exchanged a conspiratorial smile with Kanaya before he clicked and started bellowing excitedly. Both of them crowded up to your stomach, feeling it, despite the fact you wouldn’t start showing for another few weeks at least.

On the day itself, you noticed an extra layer on the skirt, covered with itty bitty baubles. You hardly had time to question Kanaya about it, though, before you were thrust into the flurry of activity that was the wedding. As you stepped onto the length of carpet marking the aisle, a movement from Rose, standing at the front with the rest of the bridesmaids, caught your eye. She pressed a small button on a little remote, and you heard various exclamations around you. You looked down at your dress and froze, gazing at it in awe as tiny lights came to life, twinkling like stars in the night sky. You laughed a little, giddy with excitement, before looking up and spotting Dave, his mouth hanging slightly open, scarlet eyes wide and hands dropped by his sides, and Karkat, pale red tears leaking from his eyes as he smiled, fiddling with his wrist cuffs slightly as he tried to suppress that adorable fidgety thing he did when he got emotional.

The reception was great fun, too. You’d never seen so many people trying to get John to eat cake before! You’d laughed as Roxy and Jane held his arms back while Calliope admonished them, her scolding somewhat lost in between her giggles. Dirk had done the full baby-airplane routine with a tiny spoon of cake as John struggled and squealed. Eventually he had given in and, surprisingly, actually liked the cake. He’d ended up eating quite a few slices.

Life was good. Weeeell, in between rushes to the bathroom, vomiting, cravings for weird food and mood swings, that was. As you’d declined to have any kind of ultrasounds, you still didn’t know the gender of the baby, but they were certainly a big one! You felt as big as a hot air balloon, and you’d had to monstrify almost everything in the house so that all three of you could still fit in the bed, on the couch… the list went on. You were sitting in Rose and Kanaya’s sitting room, talking to Kanaya about baby clothes, when Rose suddenly walked in holding her crystal ball and grabbed her keys, telling you to get into her car. You were about to ask her why when the first contraction hit. On the way to the medical centre, she explained that she’d been looking into the future to try and keep an eye on any possible complications and foresaw that you were due.

There was some trouble, something to do with the baby needing to turn, and the doctor had to knock you out and do a Cesarean. Dave and Karkat were sitting on either side of you when you woke up. You blearily asked them what was happening, and Dave laughed a little, holding out a small bundle in a blanket. You sat up and almost crashed into Karkat, who was busy nursing a second bundle, which confused you for a few moments until they explained that the bump that you had all assumed was one really big baby had in fact been two slightly-smaller-than-average babies. Twins, a boy and a girl. They both had dark hair, the boy inheriting your clear green eyes while the girl had sparkling red eyes like Dave. You named them Jesse and Taylor, ecstatic with your surprise.

Karkat seemed somewhat distant after the twins were born, though. He helped look after them, and still spent time with you and Dave, but he was drifting away from the two of you. As you sat in the twin’s nursery one night, rocking them to sleep, your eyes filled with tears and you let out a choked sob. You couldn’t lose him. You loved him. Both of you did. By the time that Dave appeared in the doorway, a sheet still tangled around his legs, boxers half-twisted around his waist and sunglasses propped crookedly on his face to protect his sensitive eyes from the light, you were crying wholeheartedly, sobbing into your hands as the twins whimpered in distress. He wrapped his arms around you, rocking the twin’s cribs with his feet as he asked you what was wrong. Despite your being only able to choke out Karkat’s name weakly, his frown indicated he knew what you meant. Karkat, the heaviest sleeper of the three of you, finally came lumbering down the hallway at that moment, cursing sleepily and asking what was happening. It all came out of you in a flood. Karkat seemed to shrink before your eyes as you yelled and pleaded and cried. Dave stayed silent, staring down at the ground in silent despair as you finished your tirade. Karkat mumbled something about species, and you heard rather than felt your feet thump across the floor before you smacked him across the face. Tears streamed down both of your cheeks as you grabbed one another in a hug, Dave quietly rocking the twins so that they didn’t freak out. You sternly explained to Karkat that it didn’t matter whether he was a troll or a whale, he was part of your family, and he was the twin’s father, regardless of genetics (it wasn’t like any of you had a nuclear family anyway) and more so, he was yours and Dave’s crabby little troll and you both loved him. The last thing you remembered from that night was the three of you curled up on the floor in the twins room, Karkat sandwiched between you and Dave as the three of you drifted off to sleep.

The years flowed by, with their ups and downs. Davepetasprite^2 occasionally still brought up the idea of combining your powers, the concept dubbed ‘Operation Ghost Warp’, but every time, somebody had some sort of argument against it, that it was too risky to try at that point. The twins grew up, Jesse taking to playing with dolls and wearing princess outfits that Kanaya made for him, and Taylor becoming infatuated with playing sports, collecting bugs and climbing trees, her clothing usually covered in mud and other debris by the end of the day. One day when the twins were around 5, Taylor had come flying into the kitchen with something cupped in her hands, begging you to let her keep it. You had some experience with her shenanigans at this point, though, and asked what it was before you agreed. She proudly presented a gigantic, hairy spider with red eyes and teeth that were so large they seemed out of proportion to it’s head. You gave a little scream and stepped back, stuttering that it was far too large to keep in the house and could she please get it out of the kitchen right this instant? Taylor had glanced down at the spider and frowned, her brow furrowing as she concentrated, squinting at the spider. A familiar green glow surrounded the spider and it shrank to half it’s size. Taylor smiled up at you hopefully, eyes wide, but you were too busy being shocked. That night, when the boys got home, you called them into the living room and quietly asked Taylor to show Daddy and Papa what she’d done to the spider. Karkat shrieked a little and hid behind Dave when the spider grew to the size of a dog, and even stoic Dave jumped a little. When you asked her who had taught her how to do that, she simply beamed and proudly exclaimed that nobody had taught her, she and Jesse had figured it out all by themselves!

That had led to a series of adventures over the years, shenanigans as your children figured out their powers, a strange mixture of the Space, Time and Blood aspects. There were several times that they managed to warp themselves into somewhere they couldn’t get out of, or messed with the timeline or people’s loyalties to one another, and you, Dave or Karkat had to clean up the mess. Some people said parenting was hard. Other people said it was easy. You were still trying to figure it out yourself, but you three could all agree that while it had its trials, parenthood certainly was rewarding.

Everything slipped into a routine. You’d all have breakfast together, and the boys would go to work; Dave to the Mayor’s office to work on the law enforcement sector with Terezi, and Karkat off the preschool. You’d make lunch for the twins and take them to school, then hang out with Jake, possibly help him and Dirk with their latest renovation scheme, and then head off for your shift at the Crockers’ bakery. After a few hours of helping Jane and Roxy decorate cakes and gossiping, you’d go over to pick up the twins, head home and paint for a while until the boys got home, then the five of you would start making dinner.

However, one day while you were driving the twins home, you received a text from Davepetasprite^2. It simply read, ‘It’s time.’ Your breath caught. You swung by the Town Hall and the preschool to pick up the boys, explaining vaguely to Karkat that you and Dave had to go do some Space-Timey stuff for the others and asking him if it was okay if you left him alone with the twins for a bit. He smiled and nodded, saying it was fine. Dave glanced at you, a small, hopeful smile on his face. After dropping off the other three, the pair of you grabbed hands and warped to the park to meet the others.

The group had arranged themselves in a V formation, with a space at the point for you, and Kanaya, Dirk, Davepetasprite^2 and John fanning out, leaving a space for Dave slightly behind and to the side of you. You pulled open a crack in the air, a green and black void crackling on the other side. Dave, Dirk and Davepetasprite^2 all began searching for the old session to find the others and pull them through, with Kanaya standing by to help you seal the crack up in a hurry if need be. You all strained for a good few minutes before Dirk called out that he could feel something. A few seconds later, Nepeta tumbled through, looking rather ruffled and confused. Before she had a chance to ask, Dave yelled that something was wrong. Davepetasprite^2 shouted for you and Kanaya to close it, now. You paused for a few seconds, unsure, and a large green hand forced its way out, followed by the rest of the horrifically large, grotesque body that belonged to the cherub.

A chorus of screams rang out, and you warped everyone out of the park in a panic, tumbling into your living room. Karkat jumped to his feet, opening his mouth to ask what was happening, but you cut him off, sweeping him and the twins into your arms as tears started to pour down your face, choking out that you loved them and you were sorry, that it was all your fault, babbling incoherently for a few seconds before Karkat shut you up with a kiss, cradling your cheek in his hand. You paused, chest heaving, as he told you that it wasn’t your fault, and nobody had to blamed for it, all your team had to do was do damage control and fight for your world. You told the twins to stay in the house, no matter what, and that you and Daddy and Papa loved them so, so much, clutching them close as you caught your breath.

The adults all rushed outside as several earth-shattering crashes tore through the air, pulling out weapons that had not seen the light of day for many years. John held the Warhammer of Zillyhoo, Rose held her Thorns of Oglogoth, Jake was duel-wielding his Flintlocks of Zillyhau, Dirk with his Unbreakable Katana, Roxy had her Laser Gun, Jane had her Skaia War Fork, Dave with Caledfwlch, Karkat holding the Homes Smell You Later Sickles and you held The Girl’s Best Friend in your shaking hands. It hurt, so much, to see them all scared and angry and ready to fight. The rest of the trolls held weapons you just could not name. You all launched into battle, and everything passed in a blur. It could have been minutes later, or it could have been hours later, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw Karkat leap at Lord English, screaming at the top of his lungs. You saw the golden gun raise, the muzzle lighting up brightly as Karkat jerked in midair, his eyes still glaring at his target, burning with hatred. He fell to the ground, covered in bright candy-red blood, and you heard Dave scream as if from very far away as he stopped moving.

It was never supposed to be like this, you repeated in your head as the gun turned to you.

#jade harley #karkat vantas #dave strider #ot3 #future au #angst #death #kids #longish fic #homestuck #milo writes

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luminis-infinite · 6 years

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TRY NUMBER TWO. First of all: CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR EXAM SURVIVAL!!! Second of all: I move for a modern OT3 fic, since, you know, they have a college student in their midst...how does THAT celebration look? What kinds of shenanigans are there? And how many cuddles can you fit in one fic?

Thank you! Wishing you good luck on your exams!!!

“Here’s to you, darling!”There’s a pop and a fizz, the distinctive and vaguely fruit scent of expensive champagne wafting over to Credence. It fizzes, as Percival pours it into three glasses, a pale yellow in colour and bubbling merrily. All three of them are all smiles, Queenie’s eyes twinkling in the lamp light as she hands him his glass and takes her own. They toast, delicate crystal clinking. “To you baby, and surviving four years of university!”Relief washes over Credence again, lifting a of weight which had been hanging on his shoulders like the world on Atlas’s for the past month. His lips curl up in a smile, laughter bubbling to his lips like those in the champagne. It’s a strange and wonderful, absolutely wonderful feeling to have written his last ever exam and to finally be free of four of the toughest, if best, years of his life. “I couldn’t have done it without you two,” he says softly. Queenie coos, and Percival’s eyes soften into molten chocolate, his brows canting as his smile grows from congratulatory to fond. Truthfully, Credence knows he really couldn’t have done it without them - without Queenie’s tender advice and Percival’s solid guidance, without the nights where Percival stayed up late, quizzing him and the mornings where Queenie dragged him out of bed for morning classes he really didn’t want to go to. Three years ago, he was struggling along, just getting by, and now he’s here, in his condo, with the loves of his life. Credence almost can’t contain the joy in his chest, the elation in his gut. He sips at his champagne, before setting it down and practically leaping at them both. Percival and Queenie save their glasses just in time, their own laughter echoing his. Percival steals him all for himself, wrapping Credence up tight in a hug and lifting him high enough to swing him around the kitchen. “I did it!” Credence cries, “I did it! I did it! I did it!”“You did!” Queenie cries back, laughing. At the same time, Percival presses a tender kiss to his forehead, brushing back raven hair which has grown longish and curly. “I’m so proud of you,” he says. It makes Credence’s heart swell, if that was possible. Then Queenie takes him from Percival, intertwining their fingers before she drags him into a tight embrace. “I am too,” she says, “You worked so hard, and it’s paying off.”It is, he thinks.

Much later, after a marvellous dinner at an adorable little diner downtown, a couple drinks and a couple other things, they curl up together in bed. Credence rests with his head on Queenie’s chest, listening to her heart beat while Percival trails callous worn fingers up his spine. Overhead, the fairy lights Queenie put up are glittering, and snow floats gently down past their window. It’s almost magical, this moment. Credence never wants it to end. “I love you. I’m so glad I found you,” he tells them both, half asleep and warm and safe. Percival kisses his shoulder, and Queenie hums softly. “We love you too, baby.”

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shittyaus · 7 years

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Hello! I love your blog so much >A

awwww, thank you!! :D Here are some colour blind aus:

person a raising up enough money via extra jobs and asking the community to buy those glasses that let colour blind people see all colours and person b being so happy they just. start sobbing

pure colour blindness - someone asking which colour looks better against their skintone and person a just going “uhhhhh, I just see grey??? wrong person to go shopping with pal”

“what?? these totally match!” omfg N O they are maroon pants and an off-purple shirt “oh, I thought they were the same colour” who taught you to have your pants and shirt the same colour??????

person a getting frustrated because ofc their best friend had to choose yellow/greenish colours for their wedding and person a is yellow/green colourblind

person a having to call person b to help because they just don’t know what to do

ot3 - person b is red/green colour blind so they have to call person c to help the hopeless messes

person a being a model so they never have to worry about choosing their clothes most of the time but then person b sees them laying about at home and??? the style works but the colours clash so bad???

person a having to do a colouring assignment (like label a map) but some colours are just so similar?? so they have to ask person b to help

color-coded drink labels. and the nightmare that ensues because someone mixed up the colours

I hope these work for you!! :D

~Mod Karissa

#mod karissa #eastview #colorblind aus #colourblind aus #color blind aus #colour blind aus #disability aus #school aus #workplace aus #writing prompts #otp prompts #ot3 prompts #ot3 aus

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r-emaking · 7 years

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I'm gonna go for the obvious here and ask you do Kirumi for the character ask meme thingymajig.

™Thanks for the ask Unerring!

And of course, I’d love to do Kirumi!

Spoilers in Rot13

What I like about them

Oh boy, where do I start? Kirumi not only has a nice colour palette but also a nice design! My favorite female characters are always the ones who are reserved but also not unfriendly. Those with pale coloured hair and are loyal to a fault are just a weakness of mine. Not to mention Kirumi is a maid, and I love public servants. It’s not a job everyone can do, and I’m so thankful to those who can do those jobs. Also her purple tie is fantastic, and the spider webs / cracked glass affect + the gloves are a nice touch!

What I dislike about them

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Favourite moment

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Least favourite moment

In the french dub where she uses tu instead of vous.

A situation with this character that I want to see explored more

I’d love to see her limits as a maid explored more. As she said, she doesn’t take on jobs she can’t do, so I would love to see her take a job that gets blown out of proportion. Or, for her to realize there are just sometimes she thought she was impartial to but actually has opinions on and refuses to act against said opinions.

An interesting AU for this character

AU where Kirumi’s mission is to explore underground crime and solve a mystery. Maybe even with Kirigiri or Saihara?Other good AUs would be Kirumi Takes a Hecking Break.

A crossover

Kirumi Toujou in Fullmetal Alchemist…working with Riza Hawkeye for some reason I don’t know. Kirumi I feel could fit well in that universe. Or Rae just wants their faves to meet.

OTP (or OT3+ etc…. just… favourite ship)

Whew! Uh if I’m honest, I ship any brOTP with Kirumi because I feel that she works well off anyone. OTPs…Kirumi x: Miu, Maki, Kaede, Tsumugi, As for guys…guh, idk, Amami or something? man i wish kaito but that’s just me projecting

Other ships?

Kirumi x Peko Kirumi x Peko Kirumi x Peko

BROTP

Already answered above, but as for ones I really likeKirumi x brOTP with: Ouma, Korekiyo, Shuuichi, Kaito, Hoshi, Gonta, Anyone

NOTP

I don’t really? Have NOTPs?

An assortment of headcanons!

*takes out notes*- that Kirumi considers Amami the most reliable male in the group- that Kirumi has a lot of opinions, but is just really used to not voicing them due to her line of work- Kirumi, when given the chance, loves taking charge of things- Kirumi is loaded™, which is useful for paying for damages - Kirumi’s favorite sport to play happens to be tennis, and she’s quite the formidable opponent for Hoshi. - Kirumi is Shredded™- Miu makes Kirumi nice inventions because Kirumi can act like a decent person around her, even with her attitude

#asks #meido-min speaks #unerringherring

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notcorrectlovelive · 7 years

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Opinion of Watanabe You

Do I like them: I love You. She is the reason I get up in the morning. The light of my life. I love her.

5 good qualities: She’s fucking adorable, She wears really cute glasses, “Yousoro!”, She supported Chika with her dream, Every outfit she wears is so damn cute.

3 bad qualities: She maybe got a little too salty over the whole Chika/Riko thing but I can see where she’s coming from, She almost died that one time when that uniform fell from the balcony, and she took Mari to the floor which looked like it really hurt.

Favourite episode/etc: Any episode with You in is a good episode. But I like the one where she is getting salty over Chika/Riko mostly because of those glasses 👌🏻

Otp: YouRiko/DiaYou

Brotp: KananYou

Ot3: ChikaYouRiko

Notp: N/ABest quote: Of course it’s fucking “Yousoro!”

Head canon: You sometimes wears coloured contacts just to see if any of the other Aqours girls will notice. They usually don’t pick up on it straight away, though Kanan is usually the first.

Thank you for sending this in! ~ Mod Kaede

#not a quote #mod Kaede

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the-cryptographer · 7 years

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1, 3 (this part specifically: "copy paste a line from the first smutty fanfic you wrote"), and 7 if you'd like.

For the Fandom Humiliation Meme~

1. the worst fanfic I’ve ever written/have thought about writing

Ugh!

I think I already talked about writing most of an extremely angsty Fred & George fanfic about them switching identities and then ‘Fred’ dies. And you already know about me writing about the Kaoru siblings raising their child. What more is there to know?

Here’s some more extreme angst I’ve thought about writing, but am unlikely to. There’s this free-to-play rpg-maker horror-lite game called Ib. It’s about a girl - the eponymous Ib, going to an art exhibit, and getting trapped in the world of the paintings, along with a young man called Garry. Then there’s a girl called Mary within the world of the paintings that wants out. Anyhow, Garry becomes immediately protective of Ib and there’s a lot of cute moments that kind of maybe translate easily into a future ship. Except Garry’s also lavender linguistics coded as gay. Anyhow, I thought about writing a post-canon story where both are a little older, and Ib was crushing hardcore and a little terrifyingly on Garry. And he’s kind of, lol, no. You are a child and I don’t like women. But then they’re both kind of bound together by having gone through this horror game experience with one another, and Garry’s relationships with the men in his life are always falling apart because he’s had this really trippy mind-fucky experience he can’t explain to anyone. And eventually he kind of gives in and sleeps with Ib in a moment of weakness because she’s the only one who ‘gets’ what he’s been through. And Ib’s happy about it but he’s kind of miserable and both are in PTSD hell.

It strikes me as kind of problematic, which was maybe kind of the point. But it also sounds maybe a little bit too heavy even for me rn, so~

3. copy paste a line from the first smutty fanfic you wrote

oh god why?

the only smutty thing i’ve posted is this religious guilt, ethereal, one-of-these-people-is-dead, dubcon femslash that’s part of some angsty narrative for this really obscure video game. i actually love this fic but i think i might be the only one

“You’re not going to stop, are you?” Alouette asks.

Prier hikes Alouette’s dress up further.

Alouette sighs again.

“Very well,” Alouette agrees.

She arches her body up against Prier’s. She stretches one long arm around behind Prier, between her legs. Alouette’s finger nails are long, and scratch lightly against Prier’s skin and flesh, as Alouette peels her lips apart and palms the wetness of her sex.

the first smutty thing i actually wrote might be this Draco/Harry thing though. I actually wrote about writing it on this blog before.

So, one of the Drarry tropes I like is in those old fics where Draco somehow ends up in Grimmauld Place, right in the centre of the Order of the Phoenix. And I hate how it’s handled alot, but I love the idea. Because Draco is a racist piece of shit and there’s nothing more tragifunny than him getting stuck with a bunch of people who hate him, or at least hate every single thing he values, whereupon stress-induced craziness can happen [… in] this incredibly hostile environment of hostility, where Draco is super far from any position of power, and Harry and co are acting like self-righteous assholes, and Draco’s acting like his usual racist ‘giving-no-shits’ self but he’s not so secretly terrified… In this environment, Draco takes the opportunity to one-up Harry by dominating him… sexually…

And then that kind of reestablishes some sense of normality for Draco, because Harry’s kind of ashamed that he allowed it and wants more, and it gives Draco something to lord over Harry’s head - a foothold to pretend he’s not everyone else’s bitch in this situation (he is). Of course it all comes crashing down at some point, and also love rears its ugly head, and then Hermione defeats Voldie or something, and Draco walks away with a mansion and lots of Galleons and the classist system is depressingly reestablished.

full post

anyhow. I can’t pick out a line from it because that would involve me reading it and having to choose what to share while my face was on fire. so I’ll just copy-paste the whole thing and, if on the odd chance i decide to write the rest of this fic, i’ll remove the majority of it from this post.also it’s not completely written.also don’t judge me.also if you have any concrit it would be super welcome bc i know nothing about writing smut.

Draco wasn’t sure how he hadn’t realised it before,but Potter was a hair shorter than him, when they stood this close. It was onlya fraction of an inch, but Potter was looking down, averting his eyes, andcombined with his height, and measuring the distance Draco had to stare downwas an entrancing activity.

“If you’re not going to say anything worthwhile, youmay as well put that mouth to use otherwise,” Draco snarls. It’s muggle methodshe uses, kicking at Potter’s knees and pushing down on his shoulders, and anangry look flashes on Potter’s face and he makes a half-hearted attempt atresistance. Potter drops unevenly to one of his knees, his glasses knockedaskew, and grapples wildly with the front of Draco’s robes. It’s as if he weretrying to climb vertically up Draco’s front in the attempt to strangle him,pulling himself up by the lapels of Draco’s robes, twisting them in hisknuckles.

But then, by Potter’s own designs, if Draco has readthe situation correctly, he comes face to face with Draco’s cock, alreadyerect, with pre-come beading at the slit, and then dripping, rolling down theunderside of the shaft.

Potter freezes, and that moment feels like forever.It’s Potter staring through the crooked lenses of his glasses, his mouthclosed, refusing to make eye contact with Draco or turn his face away fromDraco’s crotch, and Draco suddenly has a moment of terrible insecurity.

What if Potter thought he looked funny? What ifPotter thought it was strange how pale it was, with blood colouring it red insplotchy patches? What if he thought it was too curved, or too long, or tooskinny? What if Weasley, or one of the other infernal Gryffindors were largeror more aesthetically pleasing?

And, if the thought of being inadequate compared toa Weasley isn’t the world’s biggest boner killer… Draco almost has to pullaway.

But then Potter, without a word, leans forward everso slightly, his cheek brushing ever so softly against the side of Draco’sprick. His glasses slip off his face the rest of the way and clatter on thefloor, and Draco hisses at the attention.

Potter shifts so both his knees are on the carpet,and then, tentatively, runs his tongue along the underside of his shaft,starting from the very edge of his testicles and moving up all the way to presshis tongue flat against the slit.

And well, that’s more permission than Draco hoped toreceive, so he shoves Potter back the rest of the way against the wall, andlines up his cock to shove back and forth roughly into the waiting mouth.

[…]

They don’t talk about it and Draco doesn’t expectthem to.

7. I already answered this one. But if you missed it my guilty pleasures are OT3s and doujinshi. …I think.

#ask

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