#HFS Plus

[the-nada-thing]

Arthie smiled. “Mr. Brekker, I believe this is the start of a wonderful friendship.”

“Oh, it's better than that, Casimir,” Kaz said, “It’s a business transaction.”

“Indeed.”

(then they drink tea while Jesper introduces Jin to Wylan)

[anonymouscheeses]

Bla

So since it was August 1 yesterday(i forgor), national girlfriend day, ive decided to post my wife- (this is obviously a joke, but OMFG VAL IS SO FINEEE YALL CANT SAY NTHN SHE SO IS ���)

[hitmeharderandsofter]

irl moots i love u but for the sake of my own sanity look away 😞

let me use you

warnings! bad writing (i apologize in advance), pussy slapping, ejaculating strap, filming/uploading sex, pet (?) names (mommy, baby, mama, etc), no use of y/n, idk what else so u guys should let me know if I missed something :3

It's weird but billie loves pounding into you on camera, you've noticed she's liked this whole "recording sex" thing when every time she's mad or stressed, she begins recording how rough/hard she's treating you.

billie knows it's wrong she's exposing herself like this but nobody knows it's her and it's almost like she changes her whole appearance before uploading such a thing onto the internet.. plus, she has you call her a whole different name, mommy (her fav) or anything but billie 

she doesn't need any accusations or those kind of people finding these things 

"cmon baby, need you so damn bad.. just wanna watch you bounce on my cock.." 

"fine bills but no cameras this time.." 

"not even for me to watch later?.." 

you sigh and grab billie's phone off the bedside table and hand it to her 

"that's right mama I always knew you loved it when I record this perfect body of yours.." 

she gently starts squeezing your breasts through your shirt, frowning at the fact you were wearing a bra before moving down your body and in between your legs 

"you want me to get you nice and wet for the camera?" 

billie asks before rubbing your clit through your panties while a small sigh leaves your mouth as billie calms the ache between your thighs 

"can I call you billie this time?.. so sick of all those fake names.." 

you frown as billie shakes her head with disapproval 

you hated calling billie a fake name on camera, it just felt so wrong screaming out some random name while cumming 

"baby you know the rules.." 

billie shook her head as she pulled your shirt up, revealing the lacy black bra you had on 

"c’mon, bills..." 

"baby, let mommy treat you right" 

fuck. 

you hated how that name rolled off hf"er tongue so smoothly 

"fine. but you owe me a night where there are no cameras and we use our real names" 

"you got it, mama" 

billie opens the camera app on her phone and immediately records her playing with your tits. 

(she's obsessed with your boobs btw..) 

billie unclips your bra, letting your breasts fall free and she quickly hands you her phone 

her fingers brushed against both your nipples and a small moan was pulled from your mouth 

"feels good doesn't it ma?" 

a small whine escapes your mouth as she takes one of your nipples in her mouth. 

shes sucking and biting one and her hand pinching and rubbing the other 

your hands shakily hold the camera as you watch billie through the screen 

you weren't sure how the internet hasn't found out yet, but billie doesn't care if they do (also, to watch you guys fuck it's like a 100-dollar fee) 

billie places hickeys all over your chest, knowing she'll enjoy watching the purple marks form on you later 

she slowly peppers kisses down your body, making her way down the front of your skirt 

she knows exactly how to tease her viewers. 

she moves down in between your legs and flips up your skirt so it's covering her face before teasing your clit through the thin fabric of your matching lace panties 

nothing but the perfect whines coming out of your mouth, including billies praise is captured on camera, she knows her fans are gonna be mad if they don't get to see your pretty pussy too…

so after a few minutes of teasing, she suddenly pulls your skirt down revealing your matching underwear 

"so fucking slutty, you guys seeing this hm?.. wearing a matching set for me.." 

billie gives your pussy a couple slaps 

"need your fingers so bad.." 

you can't help but whine.. (again) poor little pussy leaking because your girlfriend makes her wait to be fucked like a slut :( 

"shhh baby let me use you" 

god, she drives you fucking crazy. 

she tugs your panties off and immediately dives her face into your cunt. 

It was torture, slow, teasing stripes were licked up your cunt. her nose bumping your clit was the cherry on top. 

you push billies head into your wet cunt as if her head could go in any further...

"i-i’m gonna cum!-" 

your body tenses as billie laps at your juices, occasionally sticking her tongue in and out of your sensitive hole 

your hands are shaking from the impact of your orgasm, and billie's face was covered in your cum. 

god, it was so fucking hot... 

she plunges two fingers into you and uses her thumb to rub at your clit.

"you look so pretty.." 

billie motions you to give her the phone so she can record from her view 

you hand billie the phone and grip the bed sheets 

everything felt too good, the way how her fingers curled at the right angle made moans and mewls pass your lips 

god, she was so fucking perfect. 

"I'm cumming! o-oh my god- mommy please-" 

billie shakes her head 

"nuh uh baby I still need you to prep my cock for me.." 

she removed her fingers from your cunt, another whine leaving your lips at the feeling of emptiness 

billie places her phone on the bedside table and motions you to come to her 

"c'mere, want you to suck me off.." 

you undo billie's belt and quickly slide her pants off, you can see how big the strap is through her boxers. 

fuck.. could you even fit that thing in your mouth? 

you pull billie's boxers down revealing her cock, she grabs onto it and gently taps your cheek with it 

"open up mama.. gotta get it nice and wet for me.." 

as you open your mouth, she pushes your head onto her cock, making you take the whole thing 

billie throws her head back in pleasure (as if she could feel it) 

she watches you bob your head back and forth on her cock and lets her hands tangle in your hair 

you gag now and then before billie pulls you off completely. 

her perfect cock glistening with your spit, she strokes it a bit before grabbing her phone again 

she wanted to fill you up with her cum, watch it leak out as you beg her to stop. 

good thing the strap she wore did just that.. you just didn't know it yet 

billie records herself sliding into your cunt, moaning at how your pussy just took her so well 

"god, this needy fucking pussy just taking my big cock.." 

you were braindead, nothing but babbles of "thank you" and "love you so much" came out of your mouth. 

billie moaned at the sight, her girl can barely function at the feeling of her girlfriend's cock inside of her... 

how much hotter could you get? 

she rubs your clit with one of her hands and holds the camera with the other, her pace picking up a bit when she hears you're close 

"c'mon baby cum for me" 

you throw your head back and feel yourself spasm on her cock 

billie on the other hand, presses a small button on her strap that causes the faux cum to leak inside of you. 

she lets out a small giggle before pulling out of you and begins to play with your sticky clit, overstimulating you in the process 

"can't take it- mmm please.." 

"shh baby just one more.." 

you cum rather quickly and billie records the fake cum flowing out of your pussy 

she couldn't help herself so she drops to her knees and starts lapping at your cunt, cleaning up everything. 

she's not wasting a single drop. 

you whine as billie hands you the camera to record her eating you out, plus, she wants everyone to see her face covered in your juices. 

she grabs the phone from your hands and records your fucked out face and gives you a small kiss before ending the video. 

"did so good for me mama, poor little pussy leaking so much cum after I filled her up.." 

she looks over to you after you don't respond, you're knocked out, your nipples were perked up and cum was still very much leaking out of you... 

billie picks you up and runs a bath for you to soak in, you gently stir awake to billie's fingers in your cunt scooping the fake cum out of you 

"you did so well for me baby... you fell asleep after we finished recording" 

"everything hurts bills..." 

"I know, I know, let me take care of you okay?.." 

billie finished cleaning you up and got you dressed, she laid your tired body in bed before tucking you in. 

she had to shower herself, she was quite literally drenched in your juices... 

billie got off in the shower, thinking about how beautiful you looked tonight.. (and all that pent-up hornyness from fucking you to oblivion) 

she finished and joined you in bed where you were already fast asleep 

she played with your hair as she uploaded the video to the website you guys had. 

she titled it "stuffing my pretty girl full of cum" 

billie couldn't help but watch the video, the sounds of your moans and the angles of your cunt drove her crazy... 

"fuck baby you don't know what you do to me.." billie whispered to herself 

she plugged in her phone and fell asleep 

little buzzes emerged from her phone and your "fans" were already going crazy because of the video 

she's too busy sleeping to care...

(hi guys! i'm actually posting and this feels so weird!!!)

love u guys!

[knight-enchantrix]

approximately one million years later I finally post Madelena and Saeris's signature outfits, made by yours truly and @foamofthe-sea. (yes I released Madelena's before, but I've overhauled it like 3 times since then lmao it's much nicer now.)

tintable and everything. has some optional skyhold tints for cute recoloring purposes.

also comes with optional totally absolutely normal necklaces for the cullvelyan and solavellan girlies.

please enjoy the labor of love that was both of these~ (plus bonus pics of pretty girls)

[mikuni14]

High School Frenemy

Like any normal girl, I've always liked a good high school series with strong homoerotic undertones, like Gokusen, Crows Zero, School 2013 😊 I'm an orthodox fan of the School 2013 series and at first I didn't want to watch HSF based on it, because I didn't think they could pull it off (I rate S2013 10/10 and it's one of the best series I've ever seen). For some time now I've been waiting for the series to end to either binge it or skip it, reading reviews in the meantime (ngl, thanks to that trick I saved myself time and sanity by not watching many bad series). I've heard only good things about HSF, I've seen kawaii little videos with MLs so I decided to give it a chance and watched the whole thing right before the finale. So. It wasn't a waste of time, actually it was GREAT 😄 HSF is similar to School 2013 but fortunately it's different enough that you can enjoy both without the joy-depriving comparison. The difference is that S2013 has less fights and more seriousness, while HFS has definitely more scenes with MLs and their relationship. S2013 also has more sub-plots and more characters involved in the plot, whereas in HSF the show is mainly carried by 2 strong characters, and the subplots come more in the second half of the show.

*deep sigh* It was like watching Word of Honor: you know you're technically watching a non-romance, non-BL, but you know, your brain knows and your heart knows thay you're watching a romance and a BL. It can fry your brain if you're not careful 😆

Saint and Shin, have no, I repeat no resistance, no qualms to make the most sappy and sentimental confessions, to sugarcoating their whole conversations with each other in the most tender, romantic way, they would outdo any, even the most romantic couple in the world with their behavior. I absolutely love this lack of shame and embarrassment. Just when I thought they couldn't get any more romantic, they made up and entered the honeymoon era and I died. Honey dripped off my screen, it was so sweet and mushy 🥰 I suppose, their unique charm is also due to the fact that in many moments when Saint was being particularly sappy and Shin being particularly shy, I was 100% convinced that it wasn't SaintShin but SkyNani 😆

HSF has an incredible amount of just kiss already dammit! moments, not to mention scenes that just beg for angry sex or make-up sex.

I don't know how anyone can pretend that WoH, The Untamed, S2013 or HSF or Steve Rogers and Bucky are not BL lmao. Friends don't act like that and don't say things like that to each other, in that way. Just think how anyone from the outside could walk into any of the aforementioned couples, their relationships, I mean... the logistics? 😂 Like, every single one of the guys in the above couples is really obsessed with their "friend", I mean ✨obsessed✨. Plus, no one knows them like their "roommate", the best and the worst, they have a history together, both good and tragic. You can't beat that! They are glued, ingrained to each other too deeply for there to be room for anyone else!

I love how Saint and Shin are so obviously crazy about each other, how perfect they are together, how comfortable they are together, how they sleep in the same bed together, even though they sleep on the floor in other houses, how their parents are fully aware of their incredible relationship, how they lived like zombies for 3 years without each other.

Their tragic story is one of the best I've seen, it's on the level of a Greek or Shakespearean tragedy. An exceptionally strong relationship on the level of soul mates, an exceptionally strong love. A tragic misunderstanding, an accident caused by one of them, unintentional, but laced with fear and resentment of one, which only adds to the already existing colossal sense of guilt. I absolutely love that in both versions, there is a whole range of emotions between the MLs, and they go through each one in turn. It's an emotional buffet in a fancy restaurant, it's got everything and in high quality: fear, longing, resentment, anger, guilt, wanting to forgive, needing to be forgiven, anguish, trust, losing trust, rebuilding trust, love. It all makes their relationship so incredibly compelling and satisfying.

I love how Saint was determined to atone for the wrongs he had done. How he was willing to do anything, how he accepted Shin's anger and resentment, his verbal and physical attacks. Saint not only apologized multiple times, but also worked off his sins. He worked to earn back Shin's and his mother's trust, even when they wore him out for it. That's why this relationship feels so satisfying, to be worked for by them, Saint really tried and nothing Shin said or did discouraged him. I really like that none of this was easy, that Shin's anger, resentment, and pain were noticed by the plot and by Saint.

I really like the fact that both of them are very strong, yet sensitive and emotional (95% of it was when it was about the other one 😅), that they are each other's strength, but also weakness. That together they are unstoppable. That THEY ARE BOTH EQUAL, both have the same power over each other. Both are presented in the plot as a power couple, as leaders of their groups. Saint is strong mentally, he's also physically stronger than Shin, but he doesn't flaunt his strength, he doesn't have to prove anything. I noticed that despite the fact that he is technically stronger than Shin, he gives the last blow, finishing the main villain, to him. On the other hand, Shin sacrifices himself twice and instinctively covers Saint in danger with his own body. Shin is more shy in their relationship (I feel like Nani was showing through in these scenes lol), he is the one who moderates Saint's crazy antics. Both are very handsome in different ways, Saint is like a bull with his stocky build, he is also the ideal himbo: kind, strong, muscular, mentally a puppy and dumb about his beloved 👌 He has absolutely no shame in showing off his feelings for Shin and gushing how awesome Shin is, which is 100% perfect boyfriend behavior. Shin with his face of a tortured poet with dark circles under his eyes that would have decimated the girls and me at my high school during our grunge years, with his bedroom eyes and the begging-for-kiss mole on his neck, was very seductive 😏

Tl;dr excellent series, excellent couple. Highly recommended.

[whisperwritingstuff]

returning to you with another installment of hfs e/l writing with @varanere00 and myself. the boys get to be in the same room again, yay!

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Cub mentally jots down his notes for his own and Hotguy's ongoing medical requirements, before heading out of the room himself. On the one hand, he probably shouldn't leave Hotguy alone in that mental state any longer than he needs to, but on the other hand Cub really doubts he's going to be able to peel Hotguy off of himself once they meet back up. And Cub would quite rather finish up a full shower this time, just for his own peace of mind.

So a quick shower back in his rooms it is, briskly cold and efficiently done. He doesn't dare try to continue his activities from the previous shower, not with a lab-destroying menace on the loose. Cub's only barely stopping himself from checking the cameras in Hotguy's room, which he usually keeps turned off anyway, unless Hotguy is seriously injured and needs monitoring. All the more motivation to wash and rinse with speed.

And for Cub to throw on the first comfortable things he touches in his closet. So what if it's his baby blue pajama pants and an orange-and-black sleeveless tee? It gives easy access for when his bite bandaging will need to be changed, so that's a plus. His mask and general Vex skintone with appropriately glowing eyes finish off the look.

And then Cub's rushing his way down to Hotguy's room- Where he finds the door open, and the room silent-empty. Was he too late? He hasn't gotten any alarms yet, surely Hotguy would have tripped something if he went on another destruction spree-

Cub tells himself to calm. Think rationally. He should at least check other non-issue places Hotguy could be before getting himself worked up into a tizzy. Maybe Hotguy went to pick out and set up the movies. He usually has more opinions about which ones to watch than Cub does. Start there.

And of course, between Hotguy's room and the living room, there's the kitchen. Cub mentally berates himself for not even considering it as an option. He needs to get his head back screwed on right, of course Hotguy went to his other 'claimed' area. Especially since he hadn't had breakfast.

Cub moves quietly into the kitchen proper, noting it's an awful lot of food for one person, spread across the table. Across plates. Still, it looks like Hotguy ended up napping before getting to the eating part. Likely pushed himself too hard with cooking. Cub sighs, shaking Hotguy's shoulder.

Bleary noises and blinks greet Cub as Hotguy slowly lifts his head. That kind of slow reflexes could get him killed if Cub were anyone else-

"Vex!" Hotguy's face lights up brilliantly as soon as he recognizes Cub, suddenly looking much more awake. "I made food, come, sit sit, dig in, you must be hangry, eat!"

Cub blinks rapidly, adjusting to the sheer volume and enthusiasm of Hotguy's words. "I already ate." He says, not really hungry again. Plus, the eggs and beans look like they've gone awkwardly cold and thick in that way that makes his tongue want to escape his mouth.

"But-" Hotguy's expression falters, tries to fall but is clearly pushed back up into a smile. "You could have a bit, right? I- You always need brain fuel for that big brain of yours."

"No. And you shouldn't have cooked." Cub wishes Hotguy wouldn't push himself when he's clearly exhausted and not doing well. Cub will make sure to order them in their other meals today so Hotguy can rest.

"Ah." This time for some reason Hotguy's expression lands at something only describable as crestfallen for several moments, before he drags his smile back up. "You're- you're right, just let me clean this up." Hotguy moves to stand, to take away the plates of what once might have been good food.

"Don't bother, I got it." Cub collects the plates, watching in utter sensory revulsion as Hotguy plucks one of the cold, soggy egg-toast-things off a plate and devours it whole. The long moments Cub stands frozen, trying to process what he had seen, and, ideally, force the images and the sensory hell they evoked out of his mind permanently give Hotguy enough time to grab the second toast as well. Not wanting to see that again, Cub turns to the sink, scraping the remaining contents of the plates into the compost trash, and setting the plates in the dishwasher, shudders running down his spine.

At least focusing on chewing and swallowing without choking to death gives Scar something to occupy his mind that isn't Vex trashing the meal Scar had made for them. It still tastes of nothing to Scar, though. He'll just have to do better, later.

Vex is here! Vex is here, and that's the important part. Sure, he disappointed Vex with the meal but- Scar can recover from that! He will! Nothing can keep him down.

"Thank you." Scar forces out, smile perfect and bright on his face, just like how he does for the press. "So what do you want to do?"

Vex finally turns to face him again after he speaks, and once the cleaning up is finished. Scar thinks Vex pauses abnormally long before speaking, but maybe he's just imagining it. "Did you still want to do a movie or something?"

"Yes!" Scar claps his hands together once, eager. Of course he wants that, moving a step toward Vex. For a moment the foolish urge to ask how Vex's checkup went crosses Scar's mind, but he lets it leave again. It's not like Vex would answer. "Are you all ready for that?"

"Yeah, come on." Vex turns, to lead the way. Scar scampers along behind him, eager to move on from his mistakes here.

"So what are we watching?" Scar asks.

"Your choice. Like always." Vex replies, sitting down properly on his couch spot. Vex always sits there. Not that Scar can fault him, it is a comfy spot. He'd stolen it from Vex a few times in the past.

Having been given the choice of movie, Scar picks a classic, A New Hope. He could really use the nostalgia and comfort right now.

"Oh you're gonna love this one." Scar says with a wink. He's made Vex watch it before, of course, but the statement still holds true! Who doesn't love it? It's a classic for a reason!

Scar scampers back over to the couch, having only seconds to decide where to sit before the movie begins. He should take a seat on the cushion next to Vex, maybe if he's feeling bold lean in a bit-

Scar flops himself whole-bodily down on Vex's lap and makes himself comfortable, wriggling and making little odd chattery sounds until he finds the perfect position to both comfortably drape on Vex and watch the movie.

Perfect! Nailed it!

They're a good bit into the movie, where Han and Luke are rescuing Leia from the Death Star, and Scar had just gotten into his spiel about how Leia was expecting a proper rescue mission, with things like an exit strategy, not a bard with no bluff and a wizard who left his spellsheet at home, when Vex awkwardly interrupts him.

"So uh. What instructions did Doc give you? So I can make sure you follow them. He wouldn't say."

Scar blinks up at Vex, startled to be interrupted just as his rant was getting going. Not that Vex hasn't heard it already, but still-

"He has so many silly rules. To many." Scar says, sighing as he thinks back to it. He turns his head to nuzzle into Vex's tummy. Soft and good and comforting. "Do all appointments with him come with a happy ending?" He wonders aloud. "Anyway, what's it worth to you?" Scar doubts it's worth anything at all, but he has to try. He has to reach or he won't know what he might be able to grasp.

Vex is silent under him for a good long while. So long, Scar thinks he might just turn down the deal, when-

"Three questions. I will answer three questions for you. If I can't answer one, for whatever reason, you get to ask another until you have three answers. Three honest answers."

Scar sits up, his attention now entirely focused on Vex. Movie? What movie? Never heard of it. Scar straddles Vex's lap, to look him intently in the glowing eyes.

"Three honest answers to my questions? No tricks? You promise? No counting something as my question if I don't say outright it is?" Scar hadn't dared hope for that much when suggesting a deal.

...

"Why?" Scar asks, trying to figure out how Vex gains from this. He hasn't agreed yet, so he can't be assured of the truth of the answer (and why should he take a villain's word anyway?) but he asks regardless.

"I have questions I expect honest answers to." Vex shrugs. "Three seemed a fair number to offer in return."

"How many questions do you get?" Scar squints suspiciously. Vex had only mentioned the one.

"I'll settle for full honesty about your health." a smile plays at the corner of Vex's lips, his eyes bright. "And it only counts as a Question if you start it with the word Question." Unsaid is that he doesn't have to answer anything that doesn't start that way, though, Scar knows.

Scar chews his own lip. He doesn't really care all that much about Vex knowing about his health. He's already pretty sure the picturely box has a whole bunch of his information on it anyway, and the Doc stuff will run its course in a couple of days.

To trade that for any three questions of his choosing? It could be everything. Or it could be nothing, if Vex chooses to pass on any important questions.

Scar takes one of Vex's hands in both of his.

"You have a deal." Scar is a gambling man.

"Deal." Vex's hand is cold in Scar's. "Why don't you get started then, give me a full rundown. Not to mention this will probably be the quicker part."

Scar gives in to the whim to draw Vex's hand up close, pressing a quick kiss to the knuckles, before settling holding Vex's hand on his lap.

"Fine." Scar whines. Because he has to whine still. "He did a lot of poking and said I had a minor head-bang. Don't really remember gettin' one, but it's there." Scar searches his memories. "He said I had to take pills with my meals today, and that he wanted me back so he could poke my legs later." Scar nods to himself. That was everything, right?

Wait-

"Oh, and I'm not supposed to do big stuff for a few days. Three I think? And-and I got to keep the lung sharp." Okay, now Scar feels confident that's everything.

"What's wrong with your legs? I hadn't noticed anything?" Vex asks. And damn. Scar wishes Vex would have just accepted that bit, and moved on to let him ask his own questions.

"Just the usual." Scar flaps a hand dismissively. "He felt the need to do a very thorough massage, anyway."

"And what is the usual? Remember, you agreed to full honesty." Vex is not letting it go, it seems. "And do tell me if you need a massage. I'm not Doc, but I'm sure I can make it work."

"The usual is honesty." Scar pouts. "They just hurt, and sometimes they get tight. Or not good for standing. I'm used to it." Scar isn't a huge fan of having to explain this twice today.

He really really really doesn't want Vex to get weird about this. Or treat him differently. He's still the same Hotguy! Well. Not Hotguy right now. But he will be!

"You would- Why?" Scar's brain crashes a little when Vex offers to massage him.

"Is that one of your questions?" Vex still has that smile hiding around the corners of his mouth, so tempting, Scar just want to kiss it, to eat it, to steal that smile right off Vex's annoying mouth. His mouth is being very annoying right now, not giving Scar the answers he wants.

"I- No." Scar shakes his head, unwilling to burn a question on that. Even though he wants to know. He can always come back to it later, if he needs to.

"But yeah, that about lines up with what I expected." Vex carries on.

Scar makes grumbly noises about smug assholes being smu-

A moment of silence, and a sharp, calculating look from Vex that seems to bore right through him. "You did good, telling me."

Vex's words of praise pull Scar's spine up like a string tied around it and yanked, Scar's eyes wide for a moment in shock, before he tips forward, draping directly onto Vex. He did good. He did good! Scar finds tension he hadn't noticed himself carrying since the kitchen, melt away. "Good." Scar mumbles.

"Yes." Vex mutters into his hair, stroking long lines down Scar's back. "Good."

Behind them, Chewie roars, and Han yells about the trash compactor. Scar barely notices. He is fully consumed by the praise, and the hug, Vex's cool body pressed so close.

Scar wishes he could purr, the warm feeling has consumed his whole chest, and all he can do is hum a soft note. Maybe add a few chattery sounds here and there.

This is everything he's wanted since getting here, Vex held close and Vex's hands soothing out any remaining worries. Everything soft and good, his cheek pressed to cool skin. He nuzzles, sniffing Vex's neck. That earthy soap stronger, and the chemicals fainter, but still distinctly Vex. Unmistakable.

If Scar presses little kisses there, along Vex's neck, slow and tender, well. The feeling moves him, and with his thoughts cloudy awol, there's nothing to stop Scar from indulging.

Scar isn't sure how long he drifts in that comfy haze. Vex shifting under him, taking one hand off of Scar's back to reach for something brings him back to partial awareness. He whines then, at the loss of the hand that should be on his back.

"Shhh." Vex pats him. "I'm just ordering us some food. What would you like?" In the background, the rumble of the Death Star exploding, followed by the rebels cheering.

“Mm, cake.” Scar answers, head still a bit misty with pleasant wisps of calm fog. Just enough to take the sharp edges off of everything, even while being able to focus.

Scar giggles and cheers along with the sound of cheering behind him, feeling like celebrating, too. He’s winning, after all. Caught his Vex right here, where he belongs. Scar cuddles Vex close. “Mine~”

Vex sighs. "What would you like before your cake? I will get you cake, but you need to eat real food too." A gentle hand encourages Scar to slide off of Vex's lap and cuddle into him from the side, so Vex can put a glowy screen device in his lap instead. Scar is undecided if he should be jealous. It is in his spot, but it is also going to get him cake.

“Cake is real food.” Scar huffs. He’s not super happy to be shunted to the side, so he squeeezes Vex extra much from the side. Just to make sure Vex doesn’t forget he’s there. “Pad Thai?” Scar names the first meal that comes to mind. It’s one of the noodley ones, he thinks. He usually just asks for whatever the server recommends on the occasions he drops in to grab something after a patrol, so he never really properly learned all the names.

"Sure. Do you want to put on the next movie while I order?" And oh, just then, he hears the sharp first notes of the ending credits theme music, pulling him fully out of his haze. Scar can let go of Vex for very short bit if it means another movie, with food and cake and most importantly, all the Vex cuddles he could want. While squarely on Vex's lap of course. No glowy device will take his spot!

Scar hops up, and puts on The Empire Strikes Back. Might as well marathon the original trilogy, while they're at it.

Once the movie is set, Scar stands, swaying, watching Vex like a hawk. The instant the device is no longer obscuring Vex’s lap, Scar practically dives forward, seating himself directly and firmly back on Vex’s legs. Scar shimmies his hips a bit, trying to find a comfortable position on Vex’s mysteriously now-lumpier lap.

“You make a much better door than you do a window.” Vex’s voice holds a hint of strain, despite his curled little half-grin remaining steady.

Scar nips at Vex's nose for that comment, and sprawls over as much of Vex as he can, smushing both of them back into the couch cushions. Scar tucks his head into the crook of Vex's neck, relishing the comforting scent.

"Don't you want to turn around?" Vex asks. "You can't see the movie like this." A cool hand in his hair, scritching at his scalp.

"Space ship. Probe shooting down to Hoth. Droid floating across snow." Scar rattles off the images as they show up on the screen, despite not being able to see the scene at all. Of course he has it memorized, and sound cues alone are more than enough for him to know what's going on on the screen.

Scar bumps his head into the scritching, very encouragingly. Soft chirr. "Anyway, s'more interesting." He's got a Vex to memorize and snuggle, after all. Star Wars comes close! But can wait.

"My neck is more interesting? Maybe we should watch a different movie, then." Vex has to be teasing him, right? Scar straightens up enough to look up at him, and finds Vex peering down at him. There is a bit of a smile in those lips, so Scar assumes he is. Either way, Scar headbutts him for it. You don't just suggest putting on a different movie when Star Wars is on and go unpunished!

After the clunk of their heads together, Scar feels excessively dizzy, like something isn't quite right- The giddy feeling of triumph at Vex's pained grunt muted for some reason Scar can't quite place.

"Hey." Vex's voice draws him back, especially with Vex's hand coming up to cup his cheek. "You good, man?"

"I'm fine." The words coming out of Scar's mouth feel like syrup. Like they're trying to slide off his tongue so he can't say them, like they don't quite fit in his mouth.

"Foggy." That words fits better, feels better. Less like a mouthful of peanut butter trying to glue his mouth shut.

"Dizzy." That too, feels more right. Like he did good?

Vex hums, appraisingly. "You gotta be more careful when recovering from a concussion." Precise fingers brush away Scar's hair from his forehead, before cool lips press briefly to Scar's forehead, exactly where his head had impacted Vex's.

Scar thinks he must have done good, to receive such a blissful reward. The warmth of being wanted, being cared about, wraps around Scar, leaving him adoringly gazing into Vex's pretty glowy eyes.

Scar wraps all available limbs around Vex, nuzzling back into his throat. He wants to stay here forever.

So when, an indeterminate amount of time later, Vex starts trying to peel Scar off him, he just clings on that much tighter, whining.

"Our food's here." Vex whispers to him, ruffling his hair. "You gotta let me go so I can get it."

"Nuh-uh." Scar argues. "Carry me. I'm tray now." He slides his legs sideways to make it slightly easier to lift him like the princess he is. He can hold the food, and Vex will hold him! It's a perfect system.

"Are you really-" Vex begins, looking at Scar with amused incredulity.

"Yes." Scar nods definitively, locking his arms tighter around Vex. Unlike his legs, his arms know how to behave.

"I guess we're doing this now." Vex sighs. An AT-AT freezes mid fall as Vex pauses the movie. Scar is then scooped up into Vex's arms, who carries him to the front door of the lair, which slides open. On the ground in front of it is a brown paper takeout bag. Vex sinks to one knee beside it.

"Now be a good tray and grab that, would you?"

"Yessir!" Scar giggles, reaching out and successfully claiming his prize! The bag! He sets it on his own tummy, where the warmth of it bleeds slowly through his hoodie and into his stomach, in a pleasant contrast to the cool of Vex's arms wrapped around him.

"Package secure, sir~" Scar announces, brightly, his arms tucked around the bag to keep it in place.

"Good. Can't be having any of this precious cargo fall, now can we?" The way Vex looks at Scar when he says that, Scar can almost think Vex is talking about him. Him, being Vex's pretty special precious cargo. He grins a sunny smile up at Vex, who is bringing him to the kitchen.

Fortunately, Vex doesn't sit him at the table, just stops next to the cutlery drawer with Scar still securely wrapped in his arms.

"Of course not!" Scar agrees, belatedly, delayed by his pleasantly wishful thoughts of Vex talking about him that way.

The seconds ticking past in the kitchen have Scar slowly tensing up, as memories of the sad, failed meal try to crawl up his spine and back into his brain.

No!

Right now is just good Vex times. He's being good, Vex is holding him and he's being useful. The bag crinkles as Scar's fingers tighten into the paper of it.

"C'mon man, you know the drill, gotta get us stuff to eat with." Vex coaxes him with light words.

"They come with good enough." Scar whines, though it's more for the excuse to have a bit longer to make himself let go of the bag. They've had this conversation before.

"Yeah, but I like mine better." Vex shrugs, the whole movement bouncing Scar.

"Spoiled." Scar bleps up at Vex, finally reaching for the drawer. Their cutleries of choice are all laid out in perfect messy organization, such that Scar knows exactly where each is. No matter how much Vex claims it's just a disaster mess.

Sacrificing only one hand from his hold on the bag, Scars picks out their chosen cutleries in one easy grab.

"Now it's couch times!" He declares, kicking his feet in the direction of the living room. Vex laughs but obliges him, carrying him back to the couch and their paused movie.

Scar could listen to Vex's laugh all day. The echoey shiver of it, like it's coming from all around, filling his senses.

Once Vex has them settled safely back on the couch, Scar arches up, pressing a smooch to Vex's cheek. "Good job." Scar rumbles the words, low and sweet. His Vex did so good carrying him. Now Scar has couch times, and Vex, and food, and the best seat in the house! Big win!

Good. Hotguy called him good.

The thought rotates around in Cub's mind, consuming his entire focus.

Hotguy called him good.

Cub didn't know just how badly he needs to hear that, before now, how much he craves Hotguy's praise like the air he breaths.

"Good job." Hotguy's soft lips on his cheek. He knows what they feel like on his lips now. What fresh blood tastes like, from them. Has those memories burned into his mind like a brand.

Can Cub even trust what Hotguy is saying, right now? That he knows what he means? The collar on Hotguy's throat, his collar, the collar he crafted for Hotguy and fastened there himself, with his own two hands, might not have any of the mind control tech in it, but who's to say it hadn't activated some kind of subconscious programming the others had left behind, no matter how hard he tried to avoid doing exactly that. Nothing had shown up on any past scans, but what if it was something that scans could not pick up? What if-

A fork tapping his cheek rips Cub out of his spiraling thoughts. Hotguy is looking at him, concern shining in big green eyes. Their food is already unpacked, and spread out on the coffee table.

"If you want any of the chicken out of your stir fry, you might want to get on that." Hotguy smirks, once Cub's attention is on him. Without even looking, Hotguy uses his chopsticks to pluck a string of chicken out of Cub's food, deceptively rough-looking lips parting to devour the morsel.

Cub can barely tear his eyes away. He takes the fork that had been used to poke him. "Aren't I supposed to be the thief?" He arches an eyebrow. Normal. Normal banter. Cub can do that.

"You're a bad influence on me~" Hotguy croons, swaying closer and whispering into Cub's ear. "Got me wanting to do all kinds of naughty things~"

"You can't have my fortune cookie." Cub says, flatly. He is a bad influence, a corrupting influence on the city's shining hero- He's taken his little fantasy way way too far and only realized it far too late.

"Aw boo!" Hotguy flops down on Cub's lap, whining petulantly. He snags his dish, the noodley one, and sullenly slurps each individual noodle as loudly and messily as he can.

Seeing as how Cub can’t do anything about the influence he's having on Hotguy right now, besides hope that it is, that it remains, reversible, Cub does his best to push his worries to the back of his mind as he saves his chicken stirfry from Hotguy's greedy chopsticks. If he has to spend another two days corrupting Hotguy, he at least wants to make it as comfortable and enjoyable for him as he can. As if comfort and indulging could in any way make up for potential permanent brain damage.

Scar's just getting into the swing of his maximum annoyance eating when his brain taps him on the shoulder to remind him that he's got a task. That almost never happens! So he probably should listen to it, you know, to encourage it.

He scooches and wiggles and turns and sits up a bit on Vex's lap, until he can get a hand into his own pocket, fishing out a pill. He flashes it in front of Vex with sweeping motions, much in the manner of a performing magician, before popping it into his mouth and swallowing with two upward jerks of his chin.

Vex looks momentarily appalled, before leaning to the table, and scooping up a water bottle to hand Scar.

"Aw, thank you. You're too kind to me~" Scar trills his words, making sure to take a good long drink from the bottle. He doesn't need it, but it's nice all the same. "Sweet Vex." Scar sways forward and presses a kiss to Vex's nose. "So good to me~"

Hotguy will be the death of him, behaving like this. Already, Cub is regretting not taking the extra few minutes to bring himself off in the shower earlier. Though he isn't sure it would have made much difference, with how Hotguy is squirming and wriggling all over his lap. The way he tends to suck the sauce off his chopsticks while eating isn't helping either, Cub's brain wondering what those lips would look like wrapping around his fingers, his-

At least Hotguy took the pill Doc gave him. Cub suspects it's an antibiotic, but Hotguy likely doesn't know, and Doc won't tell.

The praise is not helping him here, nor are Hotguy's lips so close to his own. He needs something to turn the tides here.

"Good job on remembering your medication." Cub forces out. It's a challenge to keep his voice steady, but he does. And oh, the payoff is beautiful. He gets to watch every expression up close, as Hotguy processes what Cub just said. He can see the exact moment the praise registers, in the pupil dilation and the way lips drop to a soft, relaxed ‘o’. Both eyes glaze over, and Hotguy's whole expression melts, from gentle surprise to tender bliss, as every thought derails and is blown away. A swallow, in time with a slow blink, and then Hotguy sags into him, mewling almost. It's a wonder he hasn't spilled his noodles or his water.

All in all, a wonderful show, with a delicious result. Even if it only shifted the cause of Cub's horny issues, not removed them.

Hotguy seems to have abandoned the small remaining portion of his noodles in favor of a new meal. One comprised entirely of gnawing on Cub's neck. Half a cut-off moan escapes Cub when Hotguy sucks hard on a bruise already forming there, the jolt of pain simmeringly warm and sweet running across Cub's nerves.

"Yours. All yours." Hotguy murmurs, going back to sweet kisses over Cub's pulse.

Cub's brain blanks, the motion of setting down his fork and curling his fingers into Hotguy's hair almost automatic by now.

Desire wars with sense, inside Cub. Every part of him wants to claim Hotguy, even more than his collar already does. But he can't. ...right? He can't? It's so hard to think of reasons while Hotguy's thighs are pressed warm and firm to his own. Thighs that could crush a man's skull, but Cub bets they would fall open for him at the lightest brush.

Unfortunately, sense seems to be winning. Not only is Cub not sure if Hotguy would be medically cleared for this, but the fact that he still can't quite trust anything Hotguy says or does even with the dud collar is eating at him.

"Don't you have cake to eat?"

"I think you'd have to roll over for me to do that." Hotguy giggles at his own joke.

Cub groans, and tells himself it's just irritation. He only barely stops himself from tugging at Hotguy's hair in retaliation, switching at the last second to flicking Hotguy's cheek instead. "I could throw it out if you're not interested-"

"No!" Hotguy sits up with a jolt, drawing back to give Cub a cartoonishly offended look. "No. Feed it to me." Hotguy demands.

"What are you, five?" Cub forces the image of Hotguy's lips wrapped sensually around his fork down hard. He fears it may be for nothing though, that he will see the real version of the image in a very short time.

Hotguy clicks his chopsticks together. "But Vex, I can't eat cake with these. You've got a perfectly serviceable fork right there, can't you help a guy out?" Hotguy blinks his big green eyes at Cub and- He has to be doing that on purpose, right? He's just- He has to be messing with Cub.

Cub is finding it hard to remember who is wrapped around whose finger here, as he reaches for the cake.

Hotguy's eyes light up when he sees it. "Oh it's a fancy cake." Hotguy breathes the words, delight shining in every inch of him. And okay, the layers of white fluffy cream, the chocolate bark lining the sides, and the neat little pattern of cherries topping it do make a pretty picture, even Cub has to appreciate that.

Cub also doesn't know how Hotguy survives feeling so much, all the time, and just showing it so blindingly freely to the world.

"Vex! Vex, come on! Ram my cherry cream pie right into my hole!" Hotguy cheers eagerly, bouncing, before holding his mouth open, tongue flicking in anticipation.

Already in the process of scooping some cake onto his fork, Cub's hand slips and he sinks the entire fork and his hand up to his first knuckle into the cake with a strangled noise.

"Ooh!" Hotguy makes an excited noise, grabbing Cub's hand, including fork, and beginning to lick the cream frosting off of it.

This is... this is so much worse that Cub imagined. His mind is blank, brain misfiring so every thought he has is hornier than the previous one. With how tight Cub's chest is, he can barely breathe. He feels like he's about to explode, hard enough in his pants it's a miracle he hasn't stabbed a hole into them.

Hotguy's tongue is warm on Cub's hand, a heat that courses up Cub's arm and directly down into the swirling furnace in his gut. It was inevitable, then, that the fork would drop from insensate fingers, and as it leaves a cream and crumb smear down the front of Hotguy's hoodie, Cub has a brief moment of hope that chasing that will be Hotguy's priority, freeing Cub's hand.

Not so. Despite a grumbled noise and a glance down, Hotguy returns his focus to Cub's hand, ignoring the only half-cleaned fork.

And now that there's no implement in the way, Hotguy simply pops Cub's index finger entirely into his mouth, cream-smeared lips hardly having to stretch at all to accommodate it.

Lightheadedness washes over Cub, watching Hotguy's white-flecked lips wrapped around him and sucking like Hotguy couldn't be more eager for his delicious cream prize.

This is an even better treat than Scar could have hoped for! The cream pie tastes so much better licked from Vex's skin, he's tempted to smear the whole thing onto Vex. Maybe rip off Vex's shirt first, really make use of all the skin he can get. And also see the delicious muscles Vex must be hiding under there. With the shirt on, only the muscles of his shoulders and arms are visible. Scar wants to lick cream off of them.

So he does. Without looking, Scar dips his whole hand in the cake, scooping up a nice handful, and smearing it onto Vex's shoulders, following that with his mouth. Now he gets to lick cream both off his own hand and off of Vex. Score!

Scar likes to imagine he can see swirls and spinnies in Vex's glowing eyes. Which he has plenty of time to look for, as he unrepentantly licks his own fingers clean. Pleasantly, Scar can't see a single flicker of thought that isn’t entirely focused on himself in Vex's expression. Ideal.

Ah, but alas, Scar runs out of the cream on his hand soon enough, licking his lips to finish off the last bit there. Scar takes a moment to breathe, and appreciate Vex adorned in sweet scrumptiousness, before he dives in, happily nipping Vex's skin along with licking and chewing mouthfuls of pastry and fruit and cream from Vex's shoulders.

Vex's skin yields so nicely, a little bit soft at first, before feeling the layer of muscle underneath. All of Vex a perfectly chilled platter for Scar's feast.

Cub has the distinct thought He's going to be the death of me. bounce through his head, before his mind falls back to a steamy static. All Cub can manage is holding tight to Hotguy, his hand in Hotguy's hair tugging a little.

A lascivious moan drops shamelessly from Hotguy's lips, eyes fluttering for a moment before he perks up and goes back to cleaning Cub's... shoulders? It's- Cub wouldn't let anyone just. Smear food on him, and then eat it off again.

But apparently that's not true, because Hotguy is doing just that, and it takes everything in Cub to not just let Hotguy do whatever he wants with him. With thus far mixed results.

Hotguy continues with his cake smearing and licking, trailing over Cub's collar bone, hooking his fingers into Cub's top and tearing it apart when it gets in his way. Hot lips suckle on Cub's neck, all pretenses of eating cake forgotten as Hotguy sucks a hickey into his skin.

Tearing open Vex's shirt is oh so satisfying, taking away another barrier between them. It reveals some truly delicious skin for Scar to chew on, and work hickies into. Doing his best to mark Vex up, splash Scar's claim across his whole body, Scar leaves one dark hickey after the other, cake forgotten for the moment. Scar readjusts, moving to straddle Vex's lap. He finds Vex hard, when he grinds down, a violent frisson of possessive glee shooting through Scar at that.

Cub makes a protesting sound, hearing his shirt tear, but it falls into a strangled moan when Hotguy takes advantage of the new skin revealed by the destruction.

"Mine. You're mine." Hotguy growls, grinding down and crashing apart every thought Cub had scraped together with an overwhelming surge of pleasure-drunk friction. Cub's hips twitch once, before he gets them under control. Fuck. Damn it. Cub doesn't understand how- What could be making Hotguy want to claim him? Him? It doesn't make sense. Cub wants more.

"Say it." Hotguy demands, pressing Cub down into the couch.

"No." Cub's voice is so much weaker than he wants it to be. But he has to push back.

Why is Vex- Scar growls, low and angry and deep in his chest at Vex's refusal to reiterate his claim.

"Say. It." He bares this teeth at Vex.

"I- I can't. Not- not like this. Not when-" Vex's voice drops off.

Scar digs his fingernails into Vex's shoulders, riding out the urge to tear Vex apart for denying him. That won't get Scar what he wants, no matter how satisfying it might be.

"Who. Who is it." Scar can't tear Vex apart, but he could hunt down whoever is impeding his claim on Vex. If he tears them apart, then nothing will stand in his way. Vex will have to agree then!

"What- No! No one. I just- Can't." Vex hisses, presumably from the pressure of Scar's thighs clamping down on his.

"You want me- You have to want me!" Scar snarls. He's ignoring the growing part of him that is trying to whisper viciously to him that Vex only wants him soft, only sweet and agreeable.

"We're supposed to be enemies! I'm- neither of us is supposed to want the other!" Vex needs to stop saying such stupid words with his stupid mouth, right now. Scar lunges forward, biting Vex's lip. It can't be called a kiss, what they do, too much biting and teeth. Vex's hand hardens painfully in Scar's hair, yanking him back.

"Take it off. Take the collar off. I will not be having any leftover mind control active for this." Vex all but snarls at him.

Scar's hand gets halfway to the collar out of sheer reflexive obedience to the harsh pull of Vex's fingers, the sharp command in Vex's voice, before stopping. No. His collar is his. No one can take it.

"We're not enemies right now-" Scar starts, before the rest of Vex's words catch up to him. "What, so now you're squeamish about mind control? You've been doing this for years! You put this on me! You claimed me first!" Scar shouts, lifting his chin as much as possible with Vex's grip, to show the collar more. "And you made sure I couldn't remove it, remember?" Scar hisses, venomous.

"It was never supposed to go this far! The claim was never meant to be permanent!" Vex hisses right back. "And you can take this one off, it's a dud! There's nothing in it! By all rights you should have beaten me up and gotten outta here the moment the cuffs came off! But apparently, the long term mind control is having side effects linked to a collar on your neck, and I refuse to violate you like that! Playing house for a week is one thing, but thi-"

Scar cuts off Vex's protests with another more-bite-than-kiss, only to find himself face first in the cushions when Vex phases through him.

"I said. Take. It. OFF." A cold hand clamps down on the back of Scars neck, and the latch of the collar clicks open.

Scar goes limp under the firm grasp on his neck, thoughts blurring. A dud? That can't be right, he can feel it. Vex must be- He must be confused.

Scar's whole chest jolts with that too-familiar click, something smooth and sharp and overly noble trying to rise up in him- He scrambles to get his hands up, pressing them to the sides of his own neck. Pinning the collar in place, even though the ends drape over the backs of his hands.

"I don't want to be Hotguy right now." He protests, frantically shaking his head, clinging to the feeling of being allowed to want things for himself. For Scar. He knows he should buck Vex off, give him a few parting hits, and go, but that's very different than what Scar yearns to do.

"Stop it. Stop it! Why won't you let me want you?" Scar squirms under Vex.

"You don't have to be him. You can be whoever you want. As long as you can prove to me that you want me without the collar." Vex's tone is soothing now, his hands petting Scar's hair and back.

"I- Without the- I can't-" Scar's words fail him, drowning in a blubbering of tears. He can't be who he wants to be, without the collar. He's not brave enough. He's trapped in a Hotguy shaped cage, the collar the only thing that sets him free. Vex droops over him, the collar clicking shut again.

"I thought so." Vex pulls Scar up, tucking him into his side. "It'll be okay. I can fix this." Vex sounds so sad, so lost. A hand plays absently with Scar's hair. Scar sobs silently into Vex's shoulder, then.

"I don't want to be fixed." Scar manages tiny words, nearly lost in his wet sniffling and the torn fabric hanging on Vex's shoulder.

He really thought Vex was different, didn't consider him broken. Wrong. Not worth claiming.

Vex said it himself, right? The claim was never meant to last, he doesn't really want Scar. Just to fix up Hotguy and send him on his way.

And yet, here Scar is, still clinging to Vex. It's stupid. And he can't make himself stop.

"And I never wanted to change you." Vex mutters into his hair. "You were perfect when I first met you. And now I've gone and messed with your head and it's all jumbled. But I'll take care of you anyway. I always will. Always will."

"You do change me." Scar murmurs. As far as he's concerned, that's a good thing! Being around people, close to people, of course it changes you. It's the way Scar sometimes chirps when he's comfortable. It's the pink nail polish he uses on some days off. It's the careful tweaks to his cooking to avoid certain textures and consistencies. All changes, things he never would have done if it were just himself. Good pieces of people to carry with him.

"Always, you promise?" Scar asks, needing the extra reassurance. One tiny little piece of Vex for him to keep, even if he can't have the whole.

"Always." Vex squeezes him tightly. Scar can live with that, for now.

[no-goodbyes-no-regrets]

There would be absolutely no point to a paternity twist now. Back in the day I wanted it especially if Rebecca revealed they never even slept together and she’d been lying to him.

Yeah same. I wanted Seb to be a Barton so bad - until eastie leaked pics/screenshots of Rob holding Seb for the first time in the HF kitchen and I just fell in love with them.

and on the plus side - Ryan is a dad now and I think his kids are around the age Seb would be (or at least the eldest is) so he won't be as awkward with the kid they'll get to play Seb now as he was with Lily in the beginning! (holding her like a sack of spuds)

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HF here!! I can add nothing to the Pleasing dick discourse but I can say that the meeting was catered by Ottolenghi. I’d recognise those cakes anywhere. There are a number of their delis around London but one opened in Hampstead last year (or was it even earlier this year?). And they deliver… they are top choice for when I have friends over for lunch.

Highly recommend the roasted cauliflower plus any of the cakes. Also the brittle. Yum.

Hello, Hampstead Friend! Oh my god, their food looks so good. Note to self: Check out Ottolenghi when you are in London.

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I don't believe Mr Reca is a History Fictionologist, in my opinion there is just WAY too much evidence pointing to him being a Cremator. I mean the light cone description is pretty much smacking you in the face with 'he is a Cremator' over and over again, but I still think he may have something to do with Gallagher, if even just slightly

Like I said, the light cone description is pretty cut and dry Cremator. I don't think there's many other ways you can interpret this, they aren't trying to be mysterious with it. That plus him being in a burning blue room with film tape everywhere in the trailer also backs that up.

However, during the quest we first meet him in, he DID somehow get Sleepy into the Scorchsand Venue, which imo would make a lot of sense if he was the original basis for Gallagher's design. The flashbacks of Gallagher we saw during 2.2 show him with shorter hair, we know the HF who made him created him using the appearances of others, and I wouldn't be surprised if Mr Reca knew the History Fictionolost who created Gallagher, agreed to let him use his appearance, but then as time went on and he became super famous they tweaked the appearance to include an amalgamation of members of The Family on top of the initial base which was originally more like Reca

Mr Reca not only knew of Gallagher, which is odd in itself considering most characters we see in the game during the main story don't remember him at all, but even knows he's died, leaving the little crosses next to his name in the credits at the end to show that and tell us that he's died too. So I'm just saying that it would make sense if Sleepy followed Mr Reca onto that movie set because it mistook him for Gallagher

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Idk I just rlly wanna know your thoughts on this EHEEE. Keep in mind she wouldn't be best friends with them or anything, that role has already been filled by Dakota and Aspen (other hf ocs my rlly good friends have)

plus Richie rp accounts?? Please I need someone to rp with Willow, I think they'd be good friends

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Hamefura theory : FL!Sora and HF!Sora

Sorry I wasn't able to be there very often recently since I'm very busy >< I leave very early and come back very late.

Please read it before reading this theory or else you'll be lost :

Who's the reincarnated ?

Okay, first : What do we know about FL!Sora ?

The only things we know are that he is an orphan born in the slums of Ethenell with no surname and he has dark magic. He is the playboy type in Fortune lover and he meets the heroine on his way to the Ministry of Magic the day of the entrance ceremony. The game never mentionned (at least the things we know from the note) how he ended up here. It only says it was "after an incident" so, what was this incident ? Since Catarina is exiled in Fortune lover he couldn't have kidnapped her during the school festival and ended up in custody after that, so I think it's not related to that. (We don't know if the school festival is part of the game). Moreover it couldn't have been the same event with Maria since the game explicitely mentions that Sora and Maria met for the first time at the Ministry.

Another theory could be that the kidnapping happened with Mary or Suzanna but I don't think it's the case. One of the reason why they chose Catarina was that she doesn't have much magic power so they could have use dark magic on her if necessary, Mary and Suzanna both have very strong magic and I don't think they would be easily tricked and caught. Moreover it would have been a bit incoherent since Mason wanted to make Geoffrey king so I don't see why they would kidnap his fiancée :/ especially since the two don't really have a "lovey dovey" reputation. And Mason didn't really seem to see Alan as a possible candidate for the throne so it would be useless to kidnap Mary, Mason may not be smart but he is not completely stupid either.

So it's another incident that led Sora to end up working for the Ministry.

Plus where did Sora get his dark magic ? Is this related to the "incident" or something else ?

One important thing is that Larna isn't shown in the game and she is not the director of the Magic tool Department since her "benefactor" is not in the game. It was also mentionned that she has been the director of this Department for several years and she has been able to keep up thanks to Geoffrey's support. Strangely, in the game, the director of the Magic tool Department is a mob character whose face is completely unknown (Catarina said she never saw him in the Ministry)

Since Larna isn't in the Ministry she couldn't have taken Sora in her Department and so she also never gave him the surname "Smith", yet in LN14 the mob character calls him "Sora Smith". And if Larna isn't here it also means that the Magic tool Department is very different (the reason why it was full of weird people was mainly because of her)

(PS : Most of the things I will say are based on the theory that Larna's benefactor and Sora's father figure are the same person.)

Sora's route ? :

I think Sora's route is pretty similar to Keith's in the game : He approaches the heroine, she turns him down, he becomes interested in her, they become friends and they turn into lovers after an event or a confession (or the two)

Is the Sora we know different from FL!Sora ? :

I personally think it's the case. At first sight it doesn't seem like it but in the game he seems to play with women left and right like a typical playboy and may have done the same with the heroine because he found her cute, while in the series he seems to only flirt with women as part of his job or to use them and doesn't seem to particulary love it, he finds it "entertaining" at best and he doesn't have such thing as a hobby. (at least it was his POV) and he thought all of that before meeting Catarina. In short, in the game the "playboy personality" seems to be part of him while in Hamefura his real personality seems to be more the "casual and cool big brother". So I think the reason of this change may be the man he met in the slums, and as a result he is a better person in Hamefura than in Fortune Lover.

The impact of this man in Sora's life ? :

The reason why Sora is so knowledgeable is partly thanks to this man that acted like a paternal figure to him, Sora experienced love for the first time thanks to this man so it may have had a big impact in his personality and life since Sora got caught and sold because he tried to steal medecine for him. I really want Catarina to ask him what he would have become without this man. So if this man wasn't here Sora shouldn't have been caught in the first place and ended up being sold as a slave in other countries but it seems that it somehow happened for some reason... It's almost as if the events of the game still end up happening albeit in a different way since Catarina is different from her original version and because of the changes caused by that mysterious person.

Sora also said that each time he was depressed and wanted to scream insults at the world, it was this man's words that kept him going and helped him to stay strong.

What are these impacts in the story ?

He kept his cool way of thinking and so never became a bad person

Sora was unconsciously trying to go far away from Ethenell because he didn't want to remember that man and how being caught kept him from being by his side when he died.

He was considered more valuable as a slave because he knows how to write, read and count.

So, what's the mysterious incident that made him working for the Ministry of Magic ?

I can't say for sure since we don't have much informations but I guess that at some point he was involved in an event with some noble of the dark magic organization in Sorcier, was forced to obtain it and after a minor event he was caught and ended up in the Ministry of Magic but we have not hint about what could be this event, only that it is definitely related to dark magic.

Why does it make Sora an important character for the plot ?

The author may not show it but Sora is very important for the Dark magic plot (though not as much as Raphael) because these two are the characters that are the most involved in Dark magic and among all the characters (at least it's my opinion) Sora is the one with the most realistic personnality.

So if his paternal figure really is a reincarnated then Sora will have an important role in the dark magic plot.

Ah, and something reallly surprised me in LN9 : Before meeting Arnaud again Sora had a dream about him when they were children, like Catarina with her dreams of her previous life. I found it very intriguing...And Sora said that even if he doesn't believe in divine powers he thought that it must have been a "sign from above"

[wowowwild]

Klavier gets a vague text from Apollo on his day off asking him to meet in the park. Whatever could be the reason?

Klavier woke up to a day like any other. It was a Saturday, so he wouldn't have to go to work, or do much of anything really. He would lounge around with his brother's dog, he hadn't even known his brother had a dog before... but he did and now that dog was technically Klavier's dog. Vongole was sweet and friendly, and Klavier had always been a dog person, and though it had been 6 months already, it would likely be a little longer before he could think of her as his own dog. It still sometimes felt like he was just dog sitting and his brother would come back any day. He could tell Vongole felt the same. But Kristoph wasn't coming back. He was going to continue sitting in a cell on death row until the state appointed reaper came to harvest what was left of his brother's soul.

An hour or so into lounging, Klavier received a text. Herr Forehead! Now there was someone who could always brighten Klavier's day. His courtroom rival always had such interesting reactions and expressions, it was hard not to enjoy his presences. And of course his genuineness and intensity were hard to ignore. Plus they sought the same thing in the courtroom, even if they had basically nothing in common outside of it... Right, the text.

HF: Are you doing anything today?

That was unexpected. Usually it was Klavier trying to see the attorney outside of work. And he had yet to be successful.

KG: Is this your way of asking me out on a date? ;)

The response was almost immediate.

HF: NO!!!

Klavier chuckled. He could imagine the chords of steel and how Apollo would blush in response.

HF: I wouldn't ask someone out over text, that's just tacky. HF: I was just wondering.

A multi-texter then. Klavier filed that knowledge away in the folder of absolutely useless information he knew about people. If only his brain would use that space to remember the things he actually needed to.

KG: Did you need something? I am always available for you, Schatzi.

Was he maybe laying it on a little thick? Sure. But he was Klavier Gavin, after all.

HF: I don't NEED anything. Why are you being so weird?

… That wasn't the response he expected. He had thought that his text was totally in character- Ah, maybe that was it. Herr Forehead had never been fond of his 'character', and he had a habit of seeing right through it, though he was pretty sure it had something to do with the intense staring, so he wasn't sure how that had worked over text.

KG: I am just trying to ask what exactly you are asking. HF: I asked if you're doing anything today, but I'm guessing you're not since you love telling people all about your plans and all you've done so far is dodge the question. Meet me at People Park. KG: That's a bold assumption.

He waited a minute, but Apollo didn't respond again.

KG: You didn't even tell me what time.

Again, Klavier did not get a response. He groaned.

KG: Can I bring Vongole? HF: Sure. KG: Oh, so that you'll respond to.

You know, Klavier was getting a little annoyed by this point. Not only was Forehead being mysterious and quite frankly rude, Klavier was going to have to go incognito which meant dressing plainly, and Apollo had never seen him dress this way. It was a tragedy, honestly. He should have expected it though, since when he woke up this morning his coffee machine had broken. Maybe he could still wear something cute.

Looking through his clothes, Klavier found a lavender sweater that used to be his mother's and some black ripped skinny jeans Daryan had made him buy. He hadn't worn either in ages, but they would do nicely. Despite being half way through April, it was still a bit chilly. It was... difficult to put the pants on, not because they didn't fit, but because he could remember so vividly the day they had been bought. A lot had changed since then. Too much. Too little. The sweater was a comfort, though. If his mother were there, she would know just what to say, just what to do. But she wasn't, so Klavier just finished getting ready and called for Vongole. All he had to do was say 'park' and she was ready to go.

When he arrived at People Park, he put his 'please don't recognize me' baseball cap on. He had elected to leave his hair down and free in hopes that it would further distance himself from his public persona. It wasn't hard to find Apollo, his red sweatshirt immediately drawing Klavier's eye. He was sitting on a bench, watching the birds, or at least looking in the sky in their direction. It was always hard for Klavier to tell what Apollo was thinking.

“Herr Forehead!”

Apollo turned to look at him, staring again, appraising.

“Uh, hiya. You're, umm... Hi.” “Ja, hallo.” “Right. Oh!” Vongole jumped up onto the bench next to him. “Well hello there, princess. It's been a while, hasn't it.”

Apollo Justice just called his dog 'princess'. That was adorable. But... they'd met before? How... interesting, that Kristoph had introduced Apollo to his dog, but never spoke about his brother even once. Whatever. It didn't matter now.

“Prosecutor Gavin?” “Hmm?” “Are you ok?” His face must have been showing his thoughts. Unfortunately Herr Forehead had always been good at reading him. “Ja, I'm fine. But call me Klavier, bitte. This is hardly the courtroom.” “Oh, um... ok. Klavier.”

Apollo said his name like it was a piece of testimony he wasn't sure about. Klavier didn't know how to feel about that.

“W-well, then you have to call me Apollo!” Apollo suddenly burst out. “No more Forehead business.” Klavier blinked, paused, and chuckled. “Of course. Apollo, then.”

Apollo's cheeks flushed a bit, but Klavier couldn't tell what the source was. Perhaps embarrassment at his outburst? It's not like Klavier minded. It was all part of that unique Forehead charm. Apollo.

“So what did you have planned now that you've drawn me out here? Nothing nefarious, I hope.” “Wh- No! Why would you even ask that,” Apollo huffed. Klavier was about to apologize, but Apollo continued, “I just um... I dunno.” “Now see, the thing is, I don't think that's true. I think you just don't want to tell me.”

Apollo looked at him and squinted his eyes, possibly trying to guess what Klavier had figured out, which was genuinely nothing. Apollo was a mystery to him still, Klavier just knew that he didn't do things without reason, or maybe reason wasn't quite correct, considering the blunders he frequently made in court. No, intent was more like it. Apollo had some intent inviting him out.

“You know, I think I've got you all figured out,” Klavier lied. He knew Apollo would know. “You've finally succumbed to my charms and were hoping to make a confession in the place that we first met. How romantic!” Apollo glared at him. “Get real, Gavin.” “Then perhaps the defence has an alternate theory?” “... Nope.”

Well that was rude. Now Klavier had a lot of traits, some good, some... less good, but quite possibly the most intense was that Klavier Gavin was a nosy bitch and he needed to know! Apollo had never invited him anywhere before, especially not like this. And here he was just sitting on a park bench petting Klavier's dog and giving her pet names like they hung out all the time! Sure, he had felt a sort of connection with the other man during their court battles, and he hoped that Apollo had felt it too, but they weren't close by any stretch of the word. In fact he had been pretty certain up until that text that Apollo wasn't very fond of him at all.

“You're thinking too much. Do you want to feed the ducks?” “I- Hä?” “They're really friendly, though now that I think about it, Vongole might chase them. We could walk around the pond, though. Maybe she's mellowed out since then.” Vongole certainly had not mellowed out, or if she had, she must have been a terror before, but Klavier thought that maybe if he said yes he might get to find out what he wanted to know. “Ja, a walk sounds nice.” “Cool.”

Vongole did try to chase the ducks, but funnily enough it was Apollo who got her to calm down.

“You're very good with her.” “Ah, um...” Apollo winced and looked to the side. “If I mimic him well enough she listens. She always behaved for him, but I think someone taught her to do whatever she wanted when he wasn't there.” “Ah...” What else could he say? He had to imagine it wasn't a fun thing for Apollo to do. “Was... was he a good mentor?” “The best,” Apollo replied without hesitation. “Was he a good brother?” “Ja... Ja, the best.” “Too bad he's a piece of shit.”

Klavier froze. Apollo was always a little out of pocket, but, well, how was anyone supposed to respond to that. Once Klavier found his wits he looked to Apollo who was similarly frozen in place. Vongole had sat down on the trail between them looking very pleased with herself. And Klavier laughed. He laughed hard and with his whole body. It felt like years since he had laughed so hard, though really it might have been. By the time he was done he was crouched down and wheezing, tears streaming from his eyes.

“Ja, too bad. Mein arschgeige Bruder had to go and lie and cheat and kill and my best friend followed suit. Mein Gott they are assholes.” Well Apollo looked worried now, but Klavier felt great. “You know, when I was little he used to sing me back to sleep when I had a nightmare, and if it was a bad one he would let me sleep in his bed. And whenever I would get scraped up doing something stupid, which believe it or not, happened often,” he heard Apollo snort at that, “he would bandage me up and scold me for being so reckless. No matter how many times I did, or how stupid the stunt he would still help me. Even just a few years ago I was worried about him so I asked him to help me with a cut I got and he still did. I'm not certain when exactly it started, but I had noticed by the time I turned 16 that he was more closed off, more paranoid. I tried my best, and sometimes I still feel like I should have tried harder, but how could I have known? And why would he ever have talked to me about it? I wasn't just a kid, I was a kid he raised. He needed someone else and there was no one. It always was just us against the world. Of course I made friends, whatever good that did me, but he never did. I'm glad he had Vongole. You know after all of the times I had asked for one as a kid, that bastard finally went and got a dog as soon as I left. He was right not to let me have one, but still. And every year for my birthday-” Klavier froze. His birthday. He looked up to Apollo who nodded with a sad smile. “Every year for my birthday which is today, he would bake me Oma's topfentorte,” Klavier spoke slowly. “He wasn't perfect, but he was my brother. Still is, I guess.”

Klavier got the distinct feeling that if Apollo didn't stop him, he would just keep going until he'd spilled his guts all over the path. He also had a feeling that Apollo wouldn't stop him.

“And then there was Daryan. Whenever Kristoph and I fought, Daryan was always in my corner. And, I mean, Daryan was an asshole in the first place, but he was my asshole. My best friend. And I would have done just about anything for him. And I still have no idea why he did it, because he won't tell me, and if he did it for a good reason, I don't see why he wouldn't. I also don't see why he would have gotten a child involved. The only thing he will tell me is how pissed he is that I didn't help him get out of it, as if that's something anyone who knows me would ever think I'd do. Maybe, maybe, if it had just been the smuggling and his intentions were good, but how could he ever think I would help a murderer?”

Tears were welling in his eyes again, so he tilted his head up in an effort to not let them fall. It was bad enough he had just dumped all of this on Apollo, someone he couldn't even really be considered friends with, he didn't want to start crying in front of him, too.

“You don't have to do that.”

Klavier looked at Apollo in confusion.

“I mean, obviously if it makes you uncomfortable, then you can do whatever, I mean you can anyway, but there's no one else here. It's just me. And Vongole, but I don't think that's a problem for you. So... you can cry if you need to. It fucking sucks what they put you through. And it's not fair because you're so good. And I mean no one should have to go through that, but especially you. You're so kind and determined and strong. I don't like that they've made you second guess yourself, and I don't like that they've damaged your sense of security. You deserve good things. If you can't have them... Um, but, yeah. There are still people who care about you, you know?” “I... I'm beginning to see that.” “Yeah, um, actually, if you wanted, Trucy kind of prepared this whole thing back at the Agency, she's not going to be upset if you're not feeling up to it, but she invited a couple of people. She's going to call me when it's all ready.” “Ah, I'm... You all are too kind.” “It's nothing, really. They're like that with everyone.” “And you? I seem to recall you being rather prickly with most people.” “I'm not prickly, people are just annoying...” Apollo grumbled. Klavier laughed. “And yet you feel for them all the same.”

Apollo huffed. They stood in silence, watching the ducks, Vongole watching a little more intently than the humans beside her.

“So what about you?” “Me?” “I've just poured my heart out to you, do you have anything to get off your chest?” “... Nope. I'm fine.” “Really,” Klavier gave him his best judgemental look. “Yep.” “So there's absolutely nothing you would benefit from sharing?” “Let's put it this way, the only reason anyone knows my birthday is because they needed a birth certificate to hire me and the only reason anyone knows my favorite color is because I wear it everyday. I am content to live out my days with my closest companion being my cat.” “... You have a cat?” “... Maybe...” “That's it, I have a new goal in life.” “Oh, goody,” Apollo deadpanned. “I'm going to figure you out.” “Good luck with that.” “Thank you, I will take it.” “Wait, no, I didn't actually mean-” “It's too late. I have it now.” “Well bad luck then! Bad luck!” “No, I think you can keep that one.” “No! Take the bad luck! You already have the good luck so it will just balance out!” “I would argue that in general I have exceedingly bad luck.” “... Ok, you can keep the good luck, but use it on a case or something.” “The case of Apollo Justice.” “No, a different one.” “Nuh-uh, sorry.” “Did you just 'nuh-uh' me?” “What're you gonna do about it, Forehead?” Klavier grinned Apollo grinned right back at him. “Hey! I'll show you what I'm gonna do, Gavin-”

They were cut off by Guitar's Serenade playing out. That was probably for the best since Vongole was latching on to their excitement, and she was a menace while excited.

“Oh, that's Trucy.” He answered the phone, which looked absolutely ancient in Klavier’s opinion. A flip phone? Really? “Hey, Truce... Woah, calm down I already told him... Why wouldn't I? Not everyone likes surprises... I'll ask him then! Do you like surprises?” Oh, that one was for him. “Ah, sometimes. In this case I'm glad you told me, though.” “Did you hear that? … No, how do I put it on speaker? … Ok, well he said he was glad I told him... Well, yeah- Actually, wait, he never gave me an answer. Do you want to go? To the thing Trucy did- I know it's called a party,” he grumbled the last bit into his phone. “Ja. I think that will be nice.” “He said yes... No, I'm not going to tell him that, tell him yourself when we get there... Ack! I'm hanging up now, bye!” “Umm...” “Ok, let's go. She'll have my head if we take too long.” “What was that last bit about?” “Absolutely nothing.” “Fine, fine. I'll just ask Fraulein Magician when we get there.” “You can ask.” “You don't think I'll get an answer?” “Nope.” “I bet I can.” “I bet you can't.” “You're on.”

Apollo sighed and shook his head, a small smile still gracing his features.

“Oh, before that...” “Yeah?” Apollo's full attention was right back on him, not that Klavier was sure it had ever left. “If you ever need to have a breakdown with someone other than your cat... I don't believe in transactional care, but it would make us even.” Klavier flicked his bangs. “And I wouldn't mind.” “... Yeah. Ok.”

Klavier still had the feeling that if at all possible, Apollo would never follow through, but he had done all he could to make it an option.

“So what kind of cake did they get me?” “How am I supposed to know? My job was to get you there and that's it.” Klavier chuckled. “They wouldn't tell you, would they.” “'Wouldn't you like to know, Apollo?'” Apollo did his best Trucy impression if Trucy was also incredibly annoyed by the things she was saying.

Klavier laughed. He wasn't sure exactly how Apollo felt, but as far as he was concerned, Klavier had walked into that park lonely and out with a friend.

[therealsanemi]

Tired of pretending hyperfixations aren’t debilitating, they really are. When y’all you think about is your HF, when you have withdrawals from your HF, when you don’t eat bc of your HF. Don’t get me started on if you have a harmful HF, because you can’t stop it. Plus the burnout is awful.

[crown-of-serpents]

MAJ N°19 : les oiseaux chantent et les RP fleurissent

Une petite MAJ ce mois-ci, pour bien nous préparer à la MAJ de Juin !

La chasse aux dinos

L'animation est terminée ! Les dinosaures ont été ramenés en sécurité à l'Hermitage, laissant derrière eux quelques petites récompenses pour celleux les ayant trouvés ~

Ajustement des annexes

Nous avons réduit la FAQ en intégrant directement certains points dans les annexes sur les humain.es et demi.es humain.es. En prime, un nouvel onglet non obligatoire vient de voir le jour sur l'Ordre de Saint Patrick : "Connaissances et activités actuelles", qui permettent à nos cher.es chasseur.ses de sorcier.es de savoir où se situer en RP !

L'avancement des Prompts MJ

Nos joueur.ses sont très motivé.es sur ce mode de jeu, ça fait plaisir ! Les prompts prendront fin mi-mai (la semaine du 14), contrairement à ce qui avait été annoncé (début mai). Attendez-vous donc à une petite update de l'intrigue vers cette période du mois !

Appel à contribution : journal et parrainage

La prochaine édition de l'Edimbourg Hebdo aura lieu à la MAJ de juin. Nous demandons donc une petite contribution aux membres afin de tenir au courant des avancées de chaque coven !

Le parrainage a été réduit d'un mois, passant de 3 à 2 mois de parrainage (+ 1 mois renouvelable en cas de besoin). Nous appelons aussi à la participation pour nos membres les plus investi.es ! A gagner : plusieurs HFs pour celleux ayant réussi à intégrer saon filleul.e ~

Les fêtes du mois de mai

1 mai : FEERIE DES VOEUX. Au cours de cette fête, les Enfants des Vents rédigent des souhaits qu'iels attachent ensuite à des cerfs-volants colorés pour les envoyer dans les airs. Il n'est pas rare de voir un‧e aéromancien‧ne donner un coup de main à l'envol du sien, car il est dit que plus le papier s'élève, plus il a de chance d'atteindre l'esprit sollicité.

4 mai : FÊTE DES ROSES. Les bâtiments de Green Bank se parent de roses de toutes les couleurs. Un grand mât est planté au milieu du quartier et les jeunes Enfants des Vergers, après avoir bu un thé altérant leur perception du monde, se mettent à danser en rondes de différentes tailles autour de celui-ci jusqu'à ce qu'un‧e seul‧e reste encore debout. Iel est alors revêtu‧e d'une tenue faite de roses et est élu‧e Roi ou Reine des Roses ce qui est considéré comme une bénédiction. Cette fête est ouverte aux jeunes de tous les covens et chacun peut y assister. Le thé ne peut être consommé que par les Enfants des Vergers ayant au minimum 16 ans.

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