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[bisexual-bookman]

The Devil Comes In Pairs

Prompt: Fire/Passionate/Dangerous

Word Count: 877

Pairing: Allen/Lavi/Tyki

Allen knew he shouldn’t do this. Shouldn’t have listened to that little voice in his head, egging him on. Hooking up with one stranger from a seedy bar was bad enough, but two?

But he had been caught by them, caught like a fly in a web. He had been drawn in by the redhead’s bright smile, the inviting warmth hard to ignore. With the added combination of the brunet’s smooth voice and not-so-subtle innuendos, it wasn’t surprising Allen ended up in this situation.

A light groan sounded in Allen’s ear, a shiver going down his spine as he was pushed more forcefully against the solid body behind him. Hands, Tyki’s hands, he knew that, could imagine them sliding over his skin caressing him and touching his most intimate areas, were tugging at his shirt, trying in vain to lift it over his head.  He was blocked by Lavi who was leaning over Allen, those delicious lips of his attached to Allen’s neck, sucking dark spots on the pale skin.  A frustrated sigh left Tyki, his breath ghosting over the nape of Allen’s neck, eliciting a shiver from the white-haired man.

Without warning Tyki grabbed a fist full of Lavi’s hair, dragging the other man up, meeting him in a bruising kiss. The wet sounds in Allen’s ear didn’t help the situation in his pants at all, the fabric growing tighter as he heard the pleased noises leave the pair.

With a final tug, Tyki pulled Allen’s shirt off, flinging it to the side. Allen was thankful for the missing fabric, already hot enough being sandwiched between Lavi and Tyki.

This was a dangerous game he was playing and Allen knew that, but he couldn’t stop himself, not when as he could feel Tyki’s large, warm hands roaming over his exposed skin, figuring out every spot that made Allen groan, made him moan, make him ache for those hands to travel lower, lower until they reached his erection, to smooth over his sensitive flesh and relieve some of the tension in his gut.

Allen whimpered when Tyki’s hands found his already pert nipples, the sound soon turning to a moan as he felt Lavi’s hips rock into his own, forcing him back onto Tyki feeling the other man’s erection slide against his ass. Allen could feel the buttons from Tyki’s shirt digging into his back and he twisted in their hold, moving to rid the man of the material. He gasped as he felt Lavi’s mouth trail across the nape of his neck, feather-light in comparison to the desperate nipping and sucking he had done earlier. Tyki’s hands weren’t idle either, moving over Allen’s chest and hips, occasionally reaching over to slid under Lavi’s shirt, the redhead gasping softly against Allen at the touches.

The onslaught made it hard for him to concentrate, but he would be damned if he wasn’t going to finish his task. He wanted to see Tyki’s skin, needed to see what those top few loose buttons eluded to. He needed to know if the man’s skin was as smooth as it looked, needed to feel it against his own, slick with sweat and hot to the touch. Allen craved it, like how he craved Lavi’s lips on him, of the way Lavi had mouthed along Allen’s neck, and the way he had kissed him was anything to go by, it would be like heaven on earth to have the redhead go down on him.  

Firm hands, whose were they, God, Allen didn’t know, at this point he didn’t even know where he ended and the other two began, trailed along his thighs coming up to cup Allen’s ass as he was hoisted in the air. Grabbing on to Tyki for balance, he moaned loudly at the new position, certain he was going to get a scolding from his neighbours tomorrow. Allen could feel Lavi sliding against him from behind and Tyki from the front, could hear their gasps and groans as they grinded against each other as well.  The combined actions made Allen’s mind stutter, barely able to hear the words Tyki whispered hotly in his ear.

“Your room, Allen, where is it?”

Allen whimpered at the sound of his name leaving those sinful lips. He wasn’t sure if he said anything, wasn’t even sure if he gestured to the room down the hall, his mind was too preoccupied with the hands all over his body, the hot lips against his own, dragging across his back, a tongue lapping out to taste the sweaty skin, and a hand cupping him intimately, as hands kneaded his ass. At this point Allen couldn’t tell whose hands were whose, whose lips were whose, all of them touching every available inch of skin, kissing and licking and biting wherever their mouths could reach.

Allen must’ve made some indication though, because he was set down gently on his feet, still stuck between Lavi and Tyki. Allen was breathing heavily as he looked up at Tyki, at the smile stretched across those lips, the look in his eyes coupled with the grin Allen could feel against his back from Lavi, promised for this to be one hell of a night.

Oh yes, this was a dangerous game indeed.

[dearpolygrayman]

DGM Polyweek is back!

Dates will be May 27th to May 31st; theme will be Myths&Magic!

You can simply create content with this theme in mind, or one prompt, or multiples; whatever works!

Here are the prompts~

May 27th: Elemental magic // Mythical Beasts // Medieval

May 28th: Light Magic // Goddesses // Modern

May 29th: Dark Magic // Gods // Historical

May 30th: Summon magic // Non-human species // Furutistic

May 31st: Free day!

The only rule is for your creation to contain one endgame polyship at least, and polyship(s) should be the focus.

As for tags, make sure to tag dearpolygrayman and dgmPolyweek2020 so I can see your content (and mention the blog too if possible)!

[chrisemrysfics]

Hello~

Today is the first day of DGM Polyweek hosted at @dearpolygrayman !

I’ve decided for this week to write little drabbles inspired by the themes, and all drabbles are written for an established Tyki/Allen/Nea (all together)~ As far as context goes, it’s rather clear it is set in canon, and that Nea has his own body; and it’s implicit they are travelling together.

Since the drabbles are all short, I will post each day’s drabble on this blog, and at the end of the week, I’ll post on AO3 and FFnet all the drabbles as a one-shot.

Oh, and today’s drabble is on the lime side of the citrus scale, though it’s a lot of suggestion of what they will be doing rather than anything shown. They put quite a good kissing show, though~

Fire // Passionate // Dangerous

Fingers trailed down Allen's side, touch feather light, and yet fire burned in his blood, body shivering at the breath of laughter that tickled his neck. Lips touched his shoulder, lingering, and he opened his eyes halfway, tilting his head.

Golden eyes looking at him, glinting, dangerous; grin widening, a purr coming from his throat. Grey skin, possessive hand at his wait, Tyki was every bit the predator he never pretended to not be.

Allen loved every second of the anticipation, the thrill, flowing in his heart, eyes flickering close as teeth nipped at his shoulder.

A hand touched his cheek, and his breath caught at the half lidded gaze waiting for him as his eyelid lifted, bright gold warm, smile soft.

Allen traced with his eyes the way a tongue licked lips, a gasp passing his lips as teeth sank in the flesh of his neck, and then Nea's mouth covered his, lips capturing his own and stealing his breath at the passion in which the Noah kissed again and again, pushing forward, trapping him between light bites and kisses that grew more demanding.

Panting, his mouth was allowed freedom, his neck allowed rest; and his eyes darkened as Tyki's hand moved, cupped Nea's cheek as the other Noah had propped himself up, the Pleasure having done the same, to crush his mouth with Nea's, chasing Allen's taste mixed with Nea's, Nea's golden eyes growing darker as a growl left his throat.

Allen watched as neither could dominate the other, watched the shivers of thrills, and his lips curled up in a sweet smile. Both men parted, breath heavy, satisfied smiles on their face, Nea's lower lip bleeding a bit, Tyki licking the taste of Nea's blood from his lips.

“Tyki, Nea,” Allen purred; smile sweetening as his lovers looked down, their eyes growing wider, swallowing. “You put such a good show, my poor heart cannot handle it. Will you take responsibility?”

He had barely finished his words, that lips descended to his shoulder, his chest, hands moving under the covers, teasing his stomach, his thighs.

I love you, you're ours.

[kitty-bandit]

Hey Kitty!! So I thought I saw a post a while back about a dgm poly week happening soon, but when I went to find it it doesn’t exist T.T did I just imagine it, or is it really happening???

I got you covered, Anon! ヽ(･∀･)ﾉ

HERE is the post you were looking for. The blog hosting the week is @dearpolygrayman!

Also, HERE are the prompts for the week, happening May 27th - June 2nd.

[bisexual-bookman]

Morning After

Prompts: Light/Hopeful/Naive

Word Count: 549

Pairing: Lavi/Tyki/Allen

Lavi opened his eye and groaned, the sunlight streaming through his curtains making his head pound harder. Burrowing his face in to his pillows he tried to escape the offending rays, but the damage was already done, he was wide awake. 

Spread-eagle on the bed, Lavi sighed sadly when he realized he was alone. 

They hadn’t stayed after all. 

Lavi swallowed around the sudden lump in his throat. His bladder desperately needed to be emptied, but he chose to ignore it for the moment, choosing instead to wallow in his despair. 

He didn’t know what he had expected of them last night, but he had thought they would’ve stayed. Lavi had thought they went well together, the three of them, but the lack of bodies in his bed said otherwise. They were inching towards the double-digits of their nights together and Lavi knew he shouldn’t have expected more, but with Tyki’s charm and Allen’s sweet disposition, how could he not have?

Lavi frowned as his mind turning to less-than-happy thoughts.

They probably didn’t see Lavi as anything more than an add-on to their nights, a way to spice up their sex life. Nothing more than a toy to be used, then tossed aside when it was no longer needed.

Lavi hugged the pillow tighter, curling in on himself as his mind continued to torment him.

After all, he was the one intruding on their relationship. They hadn’t seemed to mind the first night, or the next one, or the one after that. But maybe now they were seeing how much of a bother it was. 

How much of a bother he was.

Lavi sighed heavily, frustrated with the direction his thoughts had gone. Sitting up, he did his best to ignore them, but knew they would never truly go away.

Deciding that he had put off going to the bathroom for long enough, Lavi reluctantly left his comfortable bed and headed to the bathroom to relieve himself.

After finishing up in the bathroom Lavi headed out in to his kitchen, intending on fumbling his way through making something that hopefully resembled food. He paused as he reached for the fridge, a piece of notebook paper with writing he didn’t recognize scrawled all over it, stuck to the front of his fridge with one of his many tacky magnets.

He leaned in to read the paper better, his nasty thoughts from earlier quickly fleeing his mind the more he read.

Cutie, we wanted to make you breakfast, but didn’t want to be too loud and wake you. Give us a call when you’re up and we’ll go out somewhere.

Lavi couldn’t believe what he was reading, his eye skimming over the words again before his foggy brain caught up. There was no name, just a misshapen heart scribbled in the corner, but Lavi knew who it was from. After all there was only one person who called him “cutie”.

Grinning so wide he was sure his face was going to hurt, Lavi raced back to his bedroom, digging through last night’s pants to find his phone. Hands shaking in anticipation, Lavi quickly dialled the number. He held his breath as the dial tone sounded in his ear, unable to hid his glee when a deep voice he knew oh-so-well answered.

[bisexual-bookman]

One More Game

Prompts: Earth/Protective/Wrathful

Word Count: 606

Pairing: Lavi/Allen/Kanda

Allen cackled loudly, Kanda’s angry yell only making him laugh harder. “Stop fucking tag-teaming me, you goddamn idiots!” Kanda yelled. Allen snorted, his game controller almost slipping from his grasp as he bent over laughing. He knew Lavi would have his back and take Kanda out, so he paused a second to get his breath back. Allen watched the TV screen as Lavi’s character steadily beat Kanda’s character back, the angry mashing of Kanda’s controller buttons doing nothing to save him.

Somehow, Allen still didn’t know how, Lavi had managed to convince Kanda to join the two of them play video games. Kanda usually didn’t have the patience for them, and if anything, would sit on the couch and watch the two play. Of course, he would scoff and tease when one of them died. Yet here he was, absolutely seething and gripping a controller so hard Allen was afraid it would break. Oh well, if it did he would just make Kanda pay for it. Loud cheering brought Allen out of his musings, he was entertaining the idea of seeing if Kanda could actually get mad enough to break the controller, and he started cheering along with Lavi when he saw who had won. “Fuck!” Lavi laughed at the angry word, Allen also snickering as he set up another round. “The only reason I fucking died was because you two dumbasses kept teaming up on me.” Kanda angrily declared, trying to sooth his wounded pride. “Sure.” Allen drawled. “Now, are you going to play another round?” Kanda stared at the screen, his jaw working. “Only if the idiot stops protecting you.” “Which one?” Lavi and Allen said at the same time. Kanda turned his furious gaze on the two of them, a snarl leaving him as he saw their matching shit-eating grins. “Just start the fucking game.” Lavi muffled his laughter, badly, as Allen started the next round. Which immediately started with Lavi and Allen ganging up on Kanda. “Fuck. You. Two.” Kanda snarled, punctuating his words with angry pounding on his controller. Allen felt bad for the piece of plastic, he really did, but getting Kanda riled up like this was just too easy. “I’m going to fucking murder you, Sprout.” Kanda said after Allen blocked Kanda’s attack at Lavi, quickly following up with an attack that nearly killed Kanda. Allen snorted. “Yeah, sure Kanda, keep believing that.” Just as Allen was about to attack Kanda and finish him off, he was knocked sideways on the couch, Kanda’s body weight pinning him down and long hair in his face. “Agh! BaKanda! Get off me!” Allen said, spitting out Kanda’s hair that was getting caught in his mouth. All he got in reply was an elbow in the gut.

“No! No no no no no!” Lavi chanted. Allen could feel him bouncing up and down on the couch, the action driving the bony limb further in to his stomach. A pained groan left Allen at the jab but his attention was quickly diverted when he felt the controller in his hands vibrate.

“What?” Allen shrieked, pushing Kanda off him. Kanda landed on the other side of the couch, a grunt leaving him as he hit the armrest. Allen’s shocked gaze looked at the TV screen, seeing Kanda’s character on the victory screen.

“No way!”  

A snort sounded from Allen’s left, the controller hitting his arm with a dull thud. Allen watched as Kanda walked out of the living room, a smug smirk flashing on his face as he looked over his shoulder, and then with a swish of his long hair he was gone.

“Bastard.”

[bisexual-bookman]

Asking For It

Prompts: Metal/Strong/Arrogant

Word Count: 480

Pairing: Allen/Kanda/Lenalee

A choked gasp left Allen, his arms straining to push the heavy weight off of him. It did nothing, the sharp knees digging into his thighs and the strong arm across his chest holding him in place. He looked up to see Kanda’s smug smirk, Allen’s eagerness to get out of this position heightening with the look.

“What’s the matter Sprout?” Kanda taunted. “Too weak to get me off?”

“Funny, BaKanda, you were saying the opposite last night,” Allen sneered. He watched as Kanda’s eyes flashed with fury, his victory short-lived as the other man pushed his head into the ground. A loud curse left Allen as he felt his cheek mash into the grass beneath him.

“Watch what you’re saying, Sprout – fuck!” Kanda cut himself off as he felt Allen’s shin connect with the back of his head. An angry growl left him as he heard Allen laugh underneath him. Allen’s legs came up to wrap around Kanda’s neck, bringing the man down to the ground swiftly, a satisfying noise emanating from Kanda when his body made contact with the hard ground. A pained groan left Kanda, but he acted fast, shifting his body to better pin down Allen before he could get out of his hold.  

“God dammit Kanda!” Allen said. They both started struggling, trying to get the other to break their hold.

“What are you two doing?”

Kanda and Allen both stopped, their heads slowly turning to the side to see Lenalee standing there with her hands on her hips.

“Uhhh…Kanda started it!”

“What! No, I didn’t! You did!”

“Nuh-uh! I wasn’t the one bragging about how strong I was!”

“Shut up!

Lenalee sighed as she continued to watch the two boys argue.

“Well, can you two hurry up with your little testosterone match? You two agreed to help me build the new table for the living room.”

Kanda and Allen grumbled as they reluctantly let the other go. Watching them stand up, Lenalee smiled brightly, hooking her arms through theirs.

“I’m glad you two listened to me, I’m not really in the mood to have to force you two inside.”

“Lena, honey, you’re strong, I’ll give you that. But I don’t think you’d be able to take us both at the same time,” Allen said, scratching the side of his head nervously. He heard Kanda snort from the other side of Lenalee. Lenalee abruptly stopped walking, a trickle of unease sliding down Allen’s spine. Turning to face Allen, Lenalee smiled brightly at him, but he could see in her eyes the pain that was promised to him if he didn’t take back his words.

“Really, Allen? Do you want me to show you how wrong you are?”

“No Ma’am.”

“That’s what I thought.” Lenalee said, choosing to ignore the smug look Kanda threw at Allen for caving so quickly, and Allen’s stuck-out tongue in response.

[bisexual-bookman]

Don’t Talk To Strangers

Prompts: Forest/Nurturing/Lonely 

Word Count: 2568

Pairing: Lavi/Tyki/Kanda

“I think he’s dead.” 

“Yu! Don’t say that! What if he hears us?” 

“Don’t call me that! Plus, would you really think he’s alive? Just look at him, he’s in terrible shape.”

A groan left Tyki, the odd voices quieting. His whole body hurt, and he felt as though he had been trampled on by a heard of horses, but by God did his head hurt the worst. Tyki tried opening his eyes, groaning again when the light hit them. He raised a hand against the offending light in the hopes that it would help elevate the pain. Squinting his eyes, Tyki was surprised when he saw large treetops above him instead of a clear sky. 

Looking around as much as he could, God even his eyes hurt, he saw nothing but a vast forest around him. Where he was laying was a small clearing, but he was deep enough into the forest that the trees grew high enough to touch and shade the small area. Though, much to Tyki’s annoyance, a couple sunbeams came through. 

As he closed his eyes, a thought made him jerk, his body going tense. 

How deep was he in the forest?

Tyki sat up, with great difficulty he might add, and wondered, just what had he done last night?

He looked around trying to take better note of the trees and flowers around him through the throbbing pain in his head. A trickle of unease went through him as he failed to notice the kinds of trees surrounding him. 

A rustle to his left made him swing around, immediately regretting the quick motion when the pain in his head increased. He searched the bushes, trying to see if there was anything or anyone there. 

Tyki swallowed thickly. He really hoped no one was there. 

As he struggled to stand, a thought made its way into his mind, causing him to stumble and fall on his ass. He sat there for a second, eyes wide as his hands tightly curled in the grass below him. 

There had been voices before he woke up. 

A sound came from his right, which Tyki thought suspiciously sounded like a snort, and he really hoped wasn’t. If that was the case, it meant he most likely would not be making it home tonight, let alone out of this forest. 

 Swallowing around the dryness in his throat, Tyki hesitantly called out. 

“Hello? Is anyone there?” 

It was safer this way. If anyone was around him, they would take it as an insult if he left without saying anything. If that happened, he definitely wasn’t making it home. This way, he might be able to convince them to let him go. Maybe, if they were exceptionally nice and in a good mood, even point him in the direction out. 

Tyki held his breath as he waited for a response. Hearing nothing, it left him in a puff. He must’ve heard wrong, then. People did say that venturing this deep into the woods could mess with your mind. 

Giving the clearing one last sweep, a startled yelp left Tyki as his eyes met a vibrant green one. He instinctively shuffled away, as far as his sore body would allow him, trying to put some distance between him and this stranger. 

“Hello!” chirped the stranger, who was kneeling on all fours next to Tyki. He hadn’t even heard the other approach. 

Tyki gave him a suspicious once-over. No other human should be in the woods.

Tyki noted the shorts and the flowing shirt made out of a material he didn’t know. It looked soft and shimmery, almost like a sunbeam. The stranger’s skin looked warm, his long limbs and smiling face a deep tan colour. His attention was quickly drawn to the stranger’s startling red hair and bright only eye. His hair reminded Tyki of a setting sky, and his eye of the foliage that surrounded them. 

Tyki subtly tried to inch away. No human had hair that colour. Or eyes for that matter. 

Tyki pasted on a polite smile. If he wanted to make it out of here, he had to be nice. 

“Hello there.” 

The strangers grin widened, as if Tyki had done something that pleased him. A slight shiver ran down Tyki’s spine. It was a bright smile, almost as bright as the sun that crept through the trees, but it had an underlying mischievousness that made Tyki cautious. 

Tyki’s instinct was to introduce himself, but he stopped himself. That would not go over well. If Tyki was correct about the man in front of him, and he had a nagging suspicion he was, then a name would be a very bad thing to give him. He was extremely doubtful that the stranger would tell Tyki his own name. To them, names equalled power. If they knew someone’s real name, they could get them to do anything. 

So Tyki took a different approach. If he was correct about the voices earlier, maybe this man was one of them? 

“Would you happen to be the one that was talking earlier?” Tyki asked, keeping his guard up. If he said the wrong thing, this stranger could twist his words. Make him do something he didn’t want to. 

“I was. You heard?” 

Tyki nodded, turning to face the man fully. He couldn’t let him linger in a blind spot. 

The stranger’s smile turned smug. He sat back on his haunches and crossed his arms. 

“I told Yu that you weren’t dead.” 

“I told you not to call me that.” 

Tyki jumped, a curse leaving him at the voice that sounded behind him. He spun around, meeting dark blue eyes and a pale face framed by long dark hair. 

“Yu, don’t scare him.” The redhead scolded the new man. A scoff left the long-haired man. 

“Not my fault that he wasn’t paying attention.” 

While they were talking, Tyki looked over the newcomer. His body was clad in the same flowing material as the other. His eyes reminded Tyki of the stones that gathered at the bottom of a stream, cold and hard. The way his hair moved too, it seemed as if it were a liquid. Tyki’s breath started becoming shallow.

There was two of them.

“After all, that can be dangerous here.” The long-haired man continued, his sharp gaze falling on Tyki. The warning was clear in his voice. Tyki felt his breathing stop, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. 

A huff came from the redhead, an arm reaching across Tyki to lightly swat at the long-haired man. An insulted look came across his face at the contact. 

“Don’t mind him.” The redhead said softly with a kind smile. Tyki could feel his body relax, the feeling akin to when he would lay in the field near his house, the spring breeze ruffling his hair. Unconsciously Tyki’s guard began to lower. 

No, that couldn’t happen. 

Tyki shook himself mentally, giving the redhead a wary look. The redhead just stared back, an amused smile on his face as if he knew why Tyki was suspicious. 

“I am curious though,” the redhead said, “how did you end up this deep in the forest? Not many venture out this far.” 

Tyki opened his mouth to reply, but stopped. How did he manage to wander this far?

“I don’t know. The last thing I remember was being at the bar with some friends. We said our parting words, and as I was walking home, I took a shortcut through the woods. I remember thinking it was taking a lot longer than usual to get home, so I decided to lay down and sleep. Then when I awoke, I was here.” Tyki finished. His memory of last night was blurry at best. He must’ve consumed more alcohol than he thought. 

“Really now?” The redhead said cheerfully, “did you happen to hear anything while you were walking home?” 

Tyki searched through his memory as best he could. He didn’t think he heard anything as he was walking. In fact, the farther he got into the woods, the quieter it got. No wind rustling the leaves on the trees, no sound of wildlife darting around. Nothing. 

“No,” Tyki said slowly, “I didn’t hear anything.” 

He statement was met with a pair of incredulous looks. 

“Nothing?” 

Tyki racked his brain again, coming up empty. He shook his head. 

“No, nothing.”

The long-haired man snorted, staring at Tyki as if he had a second head. The redhead wasn’t much better, looking at Tyki in disbelief and…awe? 

“So, you drank too much, and happened to stumble your way this far into the woods?” The redhead asked, as if to make sure he heard right. 

Tyki nodded. 

“Humans are so stupid.” 

Tyki stilled at the harsh words, his eyes wide as he stared into nothing. 

Oh God, he was right. 

Tyki had hoped that these two would just be people that had also gotten lost. There were enough stories of people wandering into the woods and never returning, that it could happen. But with that statement his hopes, no matter how small they might’ve been, were dashed. 

So here he was, deep in the forest with no memory of how he got there, with two forest people sitting next to him, and no idea how to get out. 

Tyki could feel panic start to set in. The blood in his veins turned cold as his heart started to beat painfully fast. 

Tyki forced a friendly smile on his face. 

“Well now, this has been fun, but I must get going now. I’m sure someone’s worried about me.” Tyki said, starting to stand. The pair looked at him in shock and Tyki internally winced. Had he been too rude? 

Tyki felt a hand grab his before he could move any farther, and he looked down to see the redhead kneeling beside him, Tyki’s hand clutched in his own warm one. 

“No, you can’t go. You aren’t feeling well, right?” He said, clutching Tyki’s hand tighter. Tyki shifted uncomfortably. The hand that held his was warm, almost unbearably so, the appendage seeming as if it was burning Tyki. 

Tyki jumped slightly when a second hand grabbed his sleeve, the ice-cold skin a stark contrast to the burning one gripping his other arm. 

Tyki looked down, seeing the long-haired man staring at him with frustration. 

“You can’t leave feeling like that. You’ll barely make it to the edge of the clearing.” 

Tyki swallowed hard. His mind was fumbling, trying to think through the leftover haze of his hangover. How could he escape without being rude? These two seemed nice now, but if he said the wrong thing it would all be over. 

“Come, sit back down.” The redhead said, tugging on Tyki’s hand. Tyki obliged, sitting back down heavily. The redhead went back to grinning as he watched Tyki sit, the sudden shock that had been on his face disappearing. Tyki snuck a look at the other. His face had smoothed out as well, none of the shock and frustration still on his face, though he was still scowling something fierce. 

Tyki looked away when he felt a burning hand clutch his bicep. The other still held his hand in a tight grip. 

“Thank you.” The redhead said sweetly, and for a moment Tyki felt bad about wanting to leave. Quickly shaking the thought off, Tyki smiled back in response, though he hoped the other couldn’t see how tight it was.  

“Now! I’m sure you’re quite thirsty, so here,” the redhead said. He held out a small wooden bowl filled with crystal clear water. Where it had come from, Tyki had no idea, but he didn’t care at the moment, suddenly parched. 

Tyki made to grab for the bowl, but stopped. Accepting anything the forest folk offered was ill-advised. Ingesting anything was even worse. If you accepted anything from them, it gave them power over you, a way to convince you to stay. 

But Tyki’s throat was dry, so dry he felt like he had a desert in his mouth. The water glistened in the low sunlight and as Tyki stared at it he could imagine it running down his throat, quenching his sudden thirst. He knew, without a doubt, that it would be the most refreshing water he’d ever had. 

Tyki slowly took the bowl from the redhead’s hands. A little voice in the back of his head started telling him this was a bad idea. Tyki couldn’t think of a polite way of refusing the drink, and if he wasn’t polite, that would be just as bad, if not worse than drinking it. 

Tyki shrugged, bringing it to his mouth. 

Eh, damned if he did, damned if he didn’t. 

As soon as the liquid hit his tongue Tyki nearly groaned in relief. He had been right, the cool water slid down his throat quenching his overwhelming thirst. Finishing the bowl off in two large mouthfuls, Tyki stared dejectedly at the now empty bowl. He wished there was more.

Smooth, cold hands pried the bowl from his hands, the long-haired man’s free hand pushing against Tyki’s shoulder. At Tyki’s confused and slightly wary look, he rolled his eyes, pushing more firmly against Tyki.

“Lay down you fool.”

Tyki’s eyes widened in slight panic, his body moving to stand. Before he got too far a pair of warm hands lightly grabbed his shoulders, pulling him back against a warm chest.

“You’re tired, and don’t feel well. Lay down, relax, we’ll watch over you.”

A shiver ran down Tyki’s spine as he felt hot breath ghost over his neck, the soft voice accompanying it making his head spin. He had to leave. Now. He didn’t care if he seemed rude, he needed out.

Trying again to stand, Tyki found that his body wasn’t listening to him, his movements slow and awkward. A tanned arm wound around his chest, pulling him more firmly against the solid chest at his back.

“Why are you leaving? Close your eyes. Relax. It’s okay.” That soft voice continued. Tyki found he didn’t have the energy to fight it. His panic was still there, but at the back of his mind, easy to ignore. Which Tyki promptly decided to do. Why would he be panicking while this comfortable? Tyki’s body was no longer sore, but rather felt heavy, as if weights were attached to the ends of his limbs, holding them down, making it an effort to move them. He could still hear that voice in the back of his mind screaming, telling him he had to open his eyes. If he fell asleep here, he wouldn’t wake up.

Tyki tried opening his eyes, but found that they too were too heavy to move, and quickly gave up. The voice yelled at him to try again, to not give up. Tyki frowned. That voice was annoying, and it was preventing him from sleeping. Tyki chose to ignore it, which was easy enough. His head was swimming, and it was getting harder to focus on one particular thing. He sighed contently when he felt a warm hand brush against his forehead, moving the stray locks of hair out of the way. He felt that hand pet his hair as that soft, sweet voice continued.

“That’s right, fall asleep. When you wake, you’ll be at home and all will be safe and sound.”

[bisexual-bookman]

Hey There Delilah

Prompts: Water/Kind/Distant

Word Count: 975

Pairing: Allen/Tyki/Lenalee/Kanda/Lavi

The sound of a loud bell startled Allen, his attention quickly being wrenched away from the movie playing on his TV. Not bothering to pause the movie, he had already seen it a couple times, he walked to the front door, looking out the peephole before opening the wooden slab.

Looking around he didn’t see anyone, just a large parcel sitting on his front step. His curiosity went up a notch, and he stepped out slightly trying to see if there as anyone around. He could only see a few kids playing in their yard a couple houses down, and a postman getting back into his truck. Shrugging lightly, he knelt next to the box, trying to see if there was any indication of who it was from. Surprise overtook his curiosity when he recognized Lenalee’s elegant writing spelling out his name and address.

“Oh! It’s from Lenalee!” Allen exclaimed to no one in particular. Grinning, Allen picked up the box, struggling slightly with the awkward size of it as he shut his door behind him. Going back to his living room, he placed the box down on his floor, making quick work of the tape that was securing the box.

Opening it, his surprise grew even more when one of Tyki’s sweaters greeted him. Allen reached in and pulled out the piece of clothing, recognizing it as one of the ones Tyki wore frequently. It was a dark purple colour, the sleeve’s cuffs starting to fray with how often it was worn. The drawstring was non-existent, nothing but a distant memory. There were cigarette holes in it and what Allen was pretty sure was a coffee stain on the waistband. But Allen loved it. It was the one sweater that he and Lavi would always take from Tyki, taking turns wearing it while Tyki was working nights, or doubles.

Allen burrowed his face into the material, deeply inhaling the scent that was imbedded in the material. The smell of Tyki’s cologne, his natural musk and the faintest trace of nicotine tickled Allen’s nose. He stayed like that for a few seconds, wishing the real thing was here in his arms, instead of just a sweater. But he had made this choice to go and study abroad. It was tough, being away from his lovers. No amount of texts, skyping and phone calls could make up for the fact that they weren’t here.

Allen sighed deeply, his happy mood quickly turning grey. Regretfully pulling back from the sweater, Allen sighed again before pulling the material over his head, pushing the sleeves back so that they weren’t hanging off his hand. Allen went back to looking through the box, his dower mood quickly turning bright again when he saw what else was inside.

A huge array of snacks met him, his gaze quickly taking in the different forms of chips, cookies and candy. An excited squeal left Allen when he spotted his favourite brand of chips, wasting no time in tearing into the package. Shoving a handful of the chips into his mouth, Allen wiggled his body in excitement, a pleased hum leaving him as he shoved more of the chips in his mouth. Quickly finishing off the chips, even licking his fingers to make sure he hadn’t missed anything, Allen opened a box of cookies, starting on those as he riffled through the box.

A grin was on his face the whole time as he pulled out all of his snacks, even a couple cans of his favourite pop, though his grin was quickly lost to confusion as he came across something that was wrapped in silver gift wrap.

Putting down his box of cookies, Allen hesitantly picked up the foreign object. Handling it with care he gave it a curious once over. It was about a foot long, large and bushy on one end, slender on the other. A white ribbon was tied right under the bushy part in a neat little bow. Allen studied it for a second, not wanting to ruin the impressive wrapping job that he recognized as Kanda’s.

Frowning in confusion, he undid the ribbon, placing it aside and gently beginning to unwrap the curious object. A startled gasp left Allen as the last of the gift wrap fell away. In his hands laid four beautiful carnations, their dark red petals still just as vibrant as the day they were picked. Allen smoothed his hand gently over the petals, taking care not to ruin them in any way. At the slight waxy feel of the petals, a soft smile crossed his face. This must’ve been the work of Kanda, dipping the flowers in wax so they would stay beautiful for the trip. It would be no problem for the grumpy man, his flower shop would have all the tools necessary.

Allen snickered to himself as he imagined the surly man doing it. His eyebrows would be pinched together, equal parts concentration and annoyance at dealing with such a detailed task. But his hands would be gentle, carefully trimming the flowers, making sure there was no imperfections as he dipped them in the wax and carefully laid them out to dry. He would tenderly wrap them, his long hair spilling over his shoulder in his concentration. His long fingers would quickly finish the job, his shoulders becoming less tense as he held the finished product in his hands.

Allen lovingly stroked the flowers, one for each of his lovers, as his eyes started to blur. Sniffing, he quickly blinked back his tears as he heard the Skype ringtone start up. Seeing who was calling, Allen felt like his face was going to split in two from how wide he was smiling.

Gathering up some of his snacks, he settled down on the couch, his eyes already watering before he hit answer.  

[bisexual-bookman]

Live Fast, Die Young

Prompts: Wind/Carefree/Reckless

Word Count: 1013

Pairing: Allen/Tyki/Kanda

The car sped down the road, the tires seeming to fly over the pavement as they raced along. Allen smiled broadly at the exhilarating feel of the wind wiping against his face, laughing in excitement as Tyki sped up. Allen closed his eyes and threw his hands up, his smile growing wider as the wind ripped at his arms, his hands curled as if trying to grab the invisible force. A loud laugh made Allen open his eyes, looking to his left to see Tyki grinning. His eyes were covered by his sunglasses but Allen could feel his heavy stare constantly moving between him and the long stretch of road in front of them. Allen’s lips curved in to a sly smile as he felt Tyki’s gaze drift back to the road. Leaning over, Allen placed his hand high on Tyki’s thigh, squeezing the flesh lightly as he spoke into Tyki’s ear.

“Faster, Tyki, faster. I want you to go as fast as you can.” Allen said loudly, hoping he was heard over the wind. Evidently, it seemed like he was. An almost predatory smile grew on Tyki’s face, his foot pressing down on the accelerator.

Their speed picked up even more, the scenery flying by them at an almost dizzying pace. Allen looked back, seeing Kanda with his head leaned back and his eyes closed. He had undone his hair at some point, the long strands caught by the wind and flowing behind him. Allen admired the view, eyes trailing down the pale column of his neck, across his sharp collarbone. The dark spots that Tyki and Allen had left on him from the night before were visible, peeking out from his shirt’s collar the marks were on full display as Kanda tilted his neck to the side. A light thrill went through Allen as he remembered the feel of Kanda’s skin between his lips, his teeth as he had slid his mouth over Kanda’s willing flesh. Allen could still hear Kanda’s breathy moans in his ear, feel his hands grabbing and scratching at Allen’s back. Kanda’s pride was never able to stand up to the onslaught of Allen’s talented mouth on his neck, his chest, his mouth and Tyki’s big, strong hands sliding over his thighs, his crotch, pulling at the long ebony strands. Allen watched as Kanda stretched out in the back seat, sliding down on the beige leather. Kanda spread his legs slightly as one of his hands came up to thread through his hair, the long fingers sliding through his hair with ease. Allen took advantage of Kanda’s splayed out position, gaze travelling down Kanda’s body, eyes trailing over the pale strip of skin that was showing between his shirt and jeans. He could see the trail of dark hair that disappeared under Kanda’s pants as he arched his back. Allen swallowed hard, his eyes darting back up to Kanda’s face. Kanda was looking at Allen through his eyelashes, a small, arrogant smirk playing on his lips. Allen glared at Kanda, his annoyance turning up a notch as he saw Kanda’s smirk grow. He watched as Kanda tilted his head back, keeping his dark eyes on Allen as he lightly trailed his fingers over his neck and through his hair.

At the seductive look Kanda threw Allen’s way, Allen could feel his growing annoyance quickly get chased away by the heat that erupted through his veins. He knew what that look meant. The last time Allen had seen that look, Kanda had ended up pinned beneath Tyki as he willing let himself be fucked into the mattress by the older man. It had been a sight to see between his two lovers; Kanda’s hair spread out over the mattress, his hands pushing and pulling at Tyki, scratching at him, directing him where to touch, where to kiss, only to be denied as Tyki tied his hands up. Tyki’s hair falling over his shoulders, his back and thigh muscles working with every thrust in to Kanda, every angle of his hips that made the man under him groan out in pleasure. Allen licked his lips as he thought about that night, a smart retort coming to rest on the tip of his tongue, something about how there was better things for Kanda’s mouth to be doing than smirking, one he really hoped Kanda would hear over the wind. As he opened his mouth, Allen was abruptly cut off as the car screeched to a stop. Allen could feel the brakes pump as the car continued to skitter along, the smell of burnt rubber quickly filling Allen’s nose. Allen squealed as the car skidded along, holding onto Tyki’s seat with a death grip as he heard Kanda’s shout of surprise and Tyki’s loud curses as he cranked the steering wheel trying to get the vehicle back under control.

Finally, the car slid to a stop, a few beats of silence passed before Kanda exploded.

“What the fuck, Tyki?!” Kanda shouted.

“Ah, sorry, there was a deer…” Tyki mumbled, hands white knuckled around the steering wheel. Allen looked down the road and true to his word, Allen could see a deer bolting away, diving into the underbrush.

“God damn. You nearly fucking decapitated me.” Kanda grumbled out. Allen looked back at Kanda to see him struggling with his seatbelt, the offending material locking on him every time he tried to get comfortable. Allen started snickering at the image, the addition of Kanda’s messy, wild hair only adding to the scene.

“What are you laughing at—“

Kanda’s sentence was cut off as Tyki hit the gas, the ties pealing against the road as the car shot forward. Allen could hear Kanda cursing from the back seat, laughing loudly in delight as the car quickly picked up speed.

Resting his arm on the window sill, Allen leaned back trying to see if he could see the car’s speedometer from where he was. Taking note of the numbers, Allen grinned to himself.

200km/h, huh?

Well, at least it was faster than last time.

[chrisemrysfics]

🐉 Check-in tag 🐉

Tagged by: I saw this from @joshua-beeking and wanted to do this!

1. Why did you choose your url?

As I made this blog for my fic writing, I took the username I have on AO3 (Chris Emrys) and added “fics” to it, creating the chrisemrysfics url~!

2. Any side-blogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them.

My personal blog is a side-blog to this one now (chrispersonalcorner), and I’m not sure if I’ll open them again, but I have dearpolygrayman and neallensummer as sideblogs too, to have event blogs for these. These are the sideblogs here, my only other main blog is homeofwriter (original writing) and homeofwritoff is the side-blog for non fiction content (yes, I had fun with that word play).

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

I made my first rp blog at the end of 2011, so if I’m correct, my very first blog (personal-fandom) was in summer of 2011.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

No, I’ve never really thought about putting one, and I don’t feel like doing that, so no queue tag!

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

It makes it easier when it comes to messages and interactions, and it allows to speak and share outside of AO3 itself, initially it was also to follow people, but as I’ve grown very tired of social media as social, I had to really lower what my dash can be, and return to the basis of what this blog is: to have an easier way of being messaged, and to speak about my fics.

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

For a while it was an Allen Walker one, which is now the little round icon when you visit the blog itself, and this icon comes from a banner done for my now closed rp blog for him, done by my friend @alteriius and I simply icon-ed a smaller part. Now its Wei Wuxian, from official art, because I wanted to show how much MDZS has taken my heart, however keeping the Allen icon in my theme because he also still has my heart~

7. Why did you choose your header?

I just picked one of the official arts that I wanted to put, from MDZS, the same way I chose the side bar for the blog theme itself. On that note, this side bar is official CQL mobile game arts, the only thing is that Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian exist as two different arts, but I wanted to have them side by side, so I made a thing that placed them together~

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

I looked and there’s one that stand out, it was the last post of the seven part little story made for neallenweek2k19, its very funny that it was the last part that got the most notes, both for the event posts, and from all posts I made myself on this blog. That one was around 40 notes, there’s one I saw that had 30 notes, I think DGM based too, and then I have a few around 20 notes, in general DGM/my fics or the recent MDZS ones.

9. How many mutuals do you have?

I don’t really follow much anymore, I’m mostly here for group order, two three artists, and one two blogs about my favorite actor, and so it doesn’t really make much mutual material, compared to more personal blogs. In heart, I have a lot of mutuals though, my follower list is good enough for me to go check blog and people.

10. How many followers do you have?

187, which is still pretty amazing to me!

11. How many people do you follow?

This is so, so funny, look at the number of the question. That’s the exact number I’m following. Yep, I’m just following 11 blogs. When I said I’m here only for a few things.

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

Oh I am pretty sure I did, a few times, in general about writing woes, maybe one or two fandom based? But in thy old ages of rp blogs, you bet I would make them.

13. How often do you use tumblr each day?

I check tumblr every day. I only use it when I’m posting something or reblogging something, which is much less often.

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?

If I actively had a “fight” with another blog, I don’t remember it. I’ve here and there reblogged or posted about things I wanted to defend, but otherwise I like my online spaces to be more about the fun and less about the drama I might see.

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

I don’t like it. I can understand a cause someone care about, but this is incredibly narrow minded as it often imply that, if you don’t reblog, you don’t care, which then deny every other ways someone can care and act, as well as deny the vital factor that people can also genuinely not have the mental or emotional spaces to do anything. In addition, the way many can downright guilt trip, is just... no. Its ironic, because most of the time, the very causes they “defend” will have issues of people being forced to do things, or prevented to do things, so the fact the “defender” also push/force at other people... A very sad irony.

16. Do you like tag games?

I love them! Regardless of “rules”, you can still reply as you want, and I just, enjoy it so much. Its to me a very fun game because its the idea of sharing, and yet not necessarily sharing what you actually don’t want to share.

17. Do you like ask games?

Same reply as above!

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

I don’t know, after all, one can be famous through the few dedicated/known people, or through a lot of followers that aren’t necessarily people they know.

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

If we speak of people I’ve been mutual with in the past, and people I’ve interacted with: Friendship and platonic crushes? Yeah. My heart goes “ping!” anytime someone just create this friendship/platonic “yesssss!”. Romantic crush? It take me forever to be able to tell if a “crush” is platonic or romantic. There are people I consider close friends that I still have zero idea if I’ve felt romantic crushes, or even if there’s romantic crush feel still present behind the platonic ones. I just go from “oh want to get to know them!!” to “I care!!!” and most of the time, there’s just no defining it. They’re just unique to me, rather than falling under label “boxes”.

20. Tags?

Well let’s tag people I know and let them decide if they want to do this~ @alteriius @lascivus @atropasilentium @skytroops @chibi-usapyon and of course anyone else who wants to, consider yourself tagged!