#can we make this a good ot3 pls

[shijiujun]

THIS PAIR GIVING ME MORE CP VIBES THAN LAN JUE X ZHANG PING RIGHT NOW WANG YAN IS HAPPY AT EVERYTHING LAN JUE DOES

Lan Jue and Wang Yan’s courtesy names are Pei Zhi and Mo Wen respectively, and courtesy names are used when you are truly close to the other person

[hanafubukki]

So my friend said she was gonna date the next card she pulled and that gave me the brainworms tm

OT3 obv

But what is nrc did a raffle and had a date with mc up. Who buys tickets, who tries to rig it, and when did melanoa get here

Pls chaos to the max

[Masterlist]

Hello Ladyzsgolla🌻🌺🌷

Okay, but you need to tell me what card your friend pulled and who she ended up dating 😂🫶

Please, this brought back so many memories of the times where this type of trope would pop up in books and shoujo romances. The chaos is always always hilarious as it is and then we add in the diasomnia crew? NRC can’t catch a break.

The only way YN ended up in the auction is because Crowley somehow tricked them or set them up because I doubt certain people would let it happen.

At one point, I think diasomnia squad would be, “Want a date with YN? Fight me.”

You sighed as you stared at the chaos in front of you. You don’t know how you ended up in this situation, but you were sure Crowley had something to do with it.

Unsurprisingly, Sam and Fellow Honest had convinced the headmaster about having a festival to raise school funds. Azul had also supported the idea for monetary gain and knew what buttons to push.

But a date auction? With you? You wondered who came up with that daring idea.

Honestly, you were surprised at the amount of people trying to win a date with you, especially given your connections and your relationship status.

Though you wouldn’t be surprised if some didn’t know or were using this opportunity to get info about others. You were pretty sure some were doing it just for shits and giggles too.

Well you weren’t worried, at this point, the bets mostly came down to your friends and family having a higher chance of winning.

…you wondered if you can get a participation fee, after all, you were the main prize and you should be able to get some of that money.

You didn’t need it of course, but you wanted to see certain capitalists suffer.

Lilia: You think you can win against me? I have centuries worth of madol.

Meleanor: You mean the money that I paid you? I can freeze your accounts. That prized date will be mine.

Lilia: Meleanor! When did you get here! Stay out of this!

Meleanor: Do you know me at all?

Malleus: I do have some money saved. I can take YN on a gargoyle exploration. It’s been a while since I last had a stroll with them.

Dawn: …I do have money set aside during my days as a commander. The interest on it should have reached a sizable fund.

Levan: The steward is going to cry again.

The riggers:

Sam, Azul, and Fellow are going to figure out a way to sell more tickets despite the odds against others. I wouldn’t be surprised if certain charms and even magic was used.

Other Betters:

Floyd and Jade: I can see them getting just to make the pool larger lol

Rook: He might find this type of challenge fun, especially with such a prize. He also has the money for it.

Idia: it depends how close you are with him and the date he would like honestly. He might just not do it because of the potential headache.

Leona: literally just to mess with diasomnia.

Kalim: he is having fun and thinks it’s going to a good cause. Jamil has to stop him of course at one point.

That poor steward/accountant of Briar Valley 🫡🤣

[desertfangs]

Daniel for the 'send me a character' thing

Send me a character and I'll do the thing!

Sexuality Headcanon: He’s definitely on the bi side of the scale, but I think he skews a lot closer to gay and probably identifies more as gay, especially in the 70s in the circles that he and Armand traveled in. Although I don’t think Daniel has ever been particularly picky about labels applied to him in that sense, either.

Gender Headcanon: Daniel is the opposite of toxic masculinity. He can be masculine and he has body hair for days, but he’s generally soft-spoken and gentle. Cis, but not worried about being manly enough, you know? 

A ship I have with said character: Armand/Daniel is my OTP of all time. I think he and Armand are just two halves of a whole and they make each other better. I absolutely think they’re soulmates in the deepest sense of the word. There’s the joke that Daniel is sort of Armand-sexual but I think it’s sort of true. Armand is the love of his life and the feeling is mutual. 

And sometimes Daniel/Marius? Please don’t hurt me, but I go back and forth on whether I see him and Marius as romantic. The first time I read PL, it felt very platonic. Marius had spent a long time as Daniel’s caregiver and while they’re obviously close and connected, it didn’t read to me as anything romantic and the asexual in me longs for more platonic ships in this fandom. But I think the vampires can have a lot of intimacy without getting hot and heavy (this is true of humans too btw). I do think as a romantic ship, it's hot as hell and tbh I’ve written it both ways. I can enjoy it both ways! But in my personal fanonverse, it’s something I waiver on a lot. I do think they’re good together either way!

A BROTP I have with said character: Daniel and Lestat (it’s a BroTP with benefits, bonus points if it’s with Armand as an OT3). They just have a fun dynamic. They can get into trouble together and cause chaos, but they also sort of even each other out. Daniel allows Lestat to open up a little more than he usually does because he’s a good listener, non-judgemental, and adept at asking the right questions. Lestat allows Daniel to vent about Armand (in an affectionate way - we all need to get things off our chests!) and he appreciates Daniel’s sense of humor and wit. They both liking having fun and doing random shit.

A NOTP I have with said character: I don’t know that I have any real NOTPs with him. Maybe Santino? I don’t personally see him having any sort of romantic relationship with Louis, I see them as being friends who both have great love for Armand, but I’m not bothered by the idea either. 

A random headcanon: When Daniel was recovering from his madness, Armand sent him an iPod when he heard Daniel sometimes got overwhelmed by noise. Daniel became obsessed with the podcasts at the time, mostly radio shows, things like Radio Lab, This American Life, and Stuff You Should Know. After he moves back into Trinity Gate, he and Armand listen to his favorite episodes of these together and have long discussions about them afterward. 

General Opinion over said character: I think Daniel is neat. He’s affable, he’s friendly, he’s good at making conversation. He’s curious and up for almost anything, which is why he and Armand work so well. He’s funny and has a dark, sardonic sense of humor. He laughs easily, maybe too easily, but he’s pretty easy to get along with. He’s generally pretty agreeable but he isn’t afraid to speak up when necessary. He’s a cool dude. I dig him. 

[koushirouizumi]

Digimon Adventure: REPEATVerse (FIC): Polyships Edition

Title: Hands Type: Fanfiction / Shortfic / Drabble Wordcount: 150 words Pair: SoMiMato / YamaSomi ( Yamato x Sora x Mimi ) [ Sorato; SoMi / SoraMi[mi] / MimiSora; Mimato ] as OT3/polyship Notes/Warnings: mildly R18+ implied; not shown ( implied instead as fade-to-black ); nothing major is shown but they are sharing a bed; part of REPEATVerse, ( ficverse version here ); - it can be read as a standalone fic - it can be read as an AU and/or spinoff of the main REPEATVerse; - remember when Taichi implied Yamato was sharing a room with “Sora”? (see near end of Chapter 5 of the fic) ( this may be that instance, or it may be something completely different; it can be post-fic or anything applicable! ) [ it does fit in nicely with that implied instance, though ]

[ Note: commenting/tagging positively/respectfully is ok ! ] ( If you cannot be respectful, please move on, thank you ! ]

"... Night ," Yamato says, softly.

closing his eyes. ... Mimi is next to him , ... he can feel her presence; her stare , on his back, ... even though , she's -- also -- facing -- past him. Towards -- Mimi hums, reaching and entangling her hand into Sora's.

( Somehow , ) " Hey, can we ... " He's not sure WHO’S asking it -- but then, again -- " Can we ? " ... Yamato lies still -- for only a moment Turns over, buries his face into     Mimi's neck, ( -- the scent of her hair , ) ... somehow, HIS hand finds Sora's, too, Sora smiles through the darkness, though Yamato can't see ;

at them BOTH ,

curls up against Yamato’s back , Mimi smiles, TOO , YAMATO -- -- wouldn't trade this moment for     the world .

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R E P E A T ? N/Y?_

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[danniburgh]

Give you what you want (Javier Peña x f!reader x Horacio Carrillo)

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader x Horacio Carrillo

Summary: You’ve been crushing hard on Javier - and Colonel Carrillo. And when they both find out about it, they can’t help but indulge you.

Word count: +11.1k

Chapter warnings: mild angst, mentions of violence, divorce talk, discussion of polyamorous relationship. OT3 SMUT, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, double penetration, alcohol, a lot of cum lol

A/N: this is a collab between me, @maharani-radha-writes​ and @queenofthefaceless, okay, yes this is a repost (basically the blog in which this os was posted blocked me). originally posted on april 6th 2021

ao3 // Masterlist // ko-fi

comments and reblogs are eternally appreciated 💓

Carrillo slammed his face on the steering wheel of his car with a groan. He had just spent all day in court finalizing his divorce—which had been going on for months—and just as he had gotten home, he realized that he had forgotten his service pistol at the office. Something he was not allowed to bring in the courtroom.

Fuckers.

He had separation anxiety from it, so even though he had multiple spares in the house, he had one trusty weapon, and he wouldn’t be caught dead without it. He glanced at the clock, and saw that it was only eight o’clock, so it wasn’t too late for him to swing back to base and grab it. Shaking his head, he turned the ignition of his car back on and reversed out of his driveway to head back to the station.

When he got there, he used his keys to enter through the back doorway, not really wanting to have to greet the guards at the front. He was just… way too done with people that day. Although he and his by then ex-wife had separated amicably (or as amicably as it could get), the divorce had taken a huge toll on him. He and Juliana had separated about five months before, and he had spent that time sitting in lawyers’ conference rooms, arguing over this and that. He was ready to just give her everything and anything she wanted if it meant he could get that painful process over with.

Truth be told, Carrillo was lonely. He had been for a long time, even while he was still married to Juliana. They had been less of a married couple and more like roommates for the past year at least, and it was getting to them both. His job was tough and dangerous–Juliana didn’t understand a lot of it. To be fair, he kept most of it from her, but that got exhausting after a while. He longed to just...let go, and he couldn’t do that with her. And after a while, she had decided that staying married to him (and his job) was more trouble than it was worth. He couldn’t blame her, not one bit.

It didn’t matter any more. He had firmly closed that chapter of his life, and was ready to move on. He didn’t know what the future looked like for him, but the only thing that he was sure of was that Pablo Escobar would be dead. He would make sure of it–even if he died trying.

After finding his service pistol, which had been stuffed in a holster under his desk, Carrillo closed the door to his office, and proceeded to walk down the hallway to the back exit. But he stopped when he heard voices coming from the bullpen.

Odd.

He hadn’t seen anyone when he had come in. He turned slightly and strained his ears to try to see if he could discern who it was. Then he heard the distinct Southern American drawl of none other than Steve Murphy. The man had been pulling late nights in the office ever since his wife got up and left him.

“All right, kiddo, care to tell me what the fuck your problem is?”

Who–? Was “kiddo”? It certainly couldn’t be Peña. It was a Friday night, surely Peña was off….doing something (or someone) else.

“What’s my problem? What’s your problem, Murph?”

Oh, it was you. The lone female agent of the DEA. Carrillo had been quite wary of you when you had joined the team about a year before. He really wasn’t sure what, if anything, you would be bringing to the table. And he thought that having two DEA agents was two too many already. But over time, you had proven to be a strong, capable, and intelligent partner, and his respect for you had grown.

Bringing you to Colombia had been a good decision, on the part of your superiors.

Now that he had identified the two people still stuck in the base, he should have been satisfied and been on his way. But something about Steve’s tone of voice kept him rooted to the spot. He really, really shouldn’t have been eavesdropping, especially since he was sure that it was a conversation he was not meant to hear.

“You’re on edge. A lot more than usual,” Steve said, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing, Steve. Just drop it,” you grumbled.

“Oh, so there is something?” Steve snarked, “Look, I normally would back off and leave you alone, but you’ve been highly distracted lately. And it’s affecting your work. I need to know what’s up or at least confirm that you’re going to get this resolved soon because we need your head in the game.”

Now that Steve mentioned it, Carrillo had noticed that you were...not yourself. And you hadn’t been for a while. But Carrillo was too caught up in his own drama to give it much of a thought.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, “I’ll try not to be so scatterbrained. I’ll fix it, I promise.”

“Is this what I think it is? The thing you told Connie that I’m not supposed to know about?” Steve asked.

Carrillo knew he absolutely needed to leave. That was not a conversation he should be listening to. But he just could not help it.

“You’re going to have to be more specific, Steve. I’ve told Connie a lot of things,” you chuckled, nervously.

“I mean about–” there was a pause, presumably Steve looking around to check that nobody was there, “–your feelings. For, uh, ya know, Peña?”

Oh. That was news.

“And–uh–Carrillo I think?” Steve continued.

Wait...what?

Carrillo whipped his head around so fast that he winced as his neck twinged in protest. Since when...since when did you have feelings? For him? And Peña? What was happening? Someone needed to shoot him because that could not be real.

“Must you say it aloud?” you hissed.

“I’m sorry, kiddo, I don’t mean to embarrass you,” Steve apologized, “And normally I would mind my own fucking business, but this is getting out of hand. You really don’t think I notice the cows’ eyes you make at Peña when he’s not looking?”

“I don’t do that!” you denied, indignantly.

“Okay fine, maybe that’s a bit dramatic,” Steve conceded, “But the point still stands. You definitely need to get this fixed. Have you thought, oh I don’t know, telling Peña? Or even Carrillo?”

“Are you crazy?” you stammered, “Do you have any idea what that would do to my career? Not to mention that Carrillo is...fucking married?”

“Well, he’s divorced now,” Steve clarified, “And nobody has to know. It’s nobody else’s business but yours. I’m just saying, think about it ok? You deserve an outlet, just like everyone else.”

Carrillo decided that it was best to not stay and hear what you had to say to that. Instead, he hightailed it out of the base, as quickly as he could, trying to keep his footsteps light so as not to alert you and Steve to his presence. Once he was finally in the safety of his car, he put his head back onto the seat and let out a long breath, trying to figure out what he was going to do with that information. He couldn’t deny that the idea of you having feelings for him was incredibly flattering. You were a very guarded individual and quite hard to read sometimes–not so dissimilar to him. He would have never, in a million years, guessed that you would be interested in him, and that was mostly due to your closed off persona.

But to find out that you had feelings for both him and Peña? That was an interesting development. Carrillo didn’t know how to feel about that. But he can’t deny that it intrigued him...more than it should have. His mother would be completely mortified if she found out that he was entertaining this--whatever it was.

But his mother was not here. His wife was gone, and had taken the kids with her. It was just him, and his large house. And now, apparently, you and possibly Peña. Carrillo tilted his head contemplatively and started the ignition of his car.

Maybe...just maybe, there was something to this whole charade.

**Scene Break 1**

Steve was tired. Scratch that, he was exhausted. Not physically, but mentally.

Javier had been looking at you for far too long, and Steve could taste the yearning and the tension that lingered around the office when Peña looked at you. It was maddening, and Steve had no idea how Peña had managed this long without jumping you. After all, he never seemed to have a problem getting a woman’s attention and keeping it. So, why were you so different?

And the worst part of this whole circus is that you were so blissfully unaware of it. It made Steve’s mouth foam with rage.

When he told Connie over the phone, the previous night, what you had said to him and how you had confessed to being attracted to both men, she actually convinced him to talk to Javi on your behalf. Because Connie knew you, and she knew you would just shut up about it, guard it as if you were a dragon with a treasure, never say a thing, and suffer in silence until your feelings went away. And if they didn’t. Too bad. Steve hadn’t wanted to get involved. After all, you were an adult, and Javier was an adult. You should be able to sort these things out yourself. But alas, that had not happened. And if Steve didn’t do something about it, it was going to get out of hand, quickly.

So when you got up from your desk and got out of the office, Steve walked to Javier and slammed his hand on a pile of files that Javier was almost hiding behind.

“Yes, Murphy, how can I help you?” Peña drawled, trying to keep his voice as even and unaffected as possible.

“Don’t give me that innocent bullshit, Peña,” Steve growled, “I’m so sick of you.”

“What could I have possibly done now?” Javier huffed, pulling a cigarette out of his pack and lighting it. He figured that if he played dumb, Steve would go away.

Alas.

“You, and her,” Steve said, emphasizing his point by jabbing his finger in the direction of the door you had just walked out of, “There’s something between the two of you. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”

Javier decided not to answer that. Instead he just took a puff of his cigarette and stared at Steve, daring him to continue.

“I’m serious Peña, stop playing coy. This is starting to affect your working relationship, and I’m getting sick of it,” Steve grumbled, “Do something about it. Now.”

It took a few moments of silence, but Javier finally decided to concede to Steve. Truth was, Javier’s head was full of thoughts. Full of you. Truth be told, getting infatuated with you was just a matter of time.

You were just… frustratingly attractive, incredibly strong and so damn smart. A dangerous combination, you were almost perfect. And that, scared the shit out of him. It had been a long time since Javier felt like that; he didn’t like the vulnerability of it all, he didn’t like how it was way too apparent that whatever you did, for small that it was, affected him in some way. He didn’t like the fact that he wanted to be with you all the time, see you all the time, talk to you all the time. He wanted to protect you all the time even when he knew you could perfectly protect yourself. And he had been feeling like that for months.

Javier interpreted that as karma, getting so madly, deeply into you and getting absolutely nothing in return. Until Steve chimed in, nosy as ever, to speak about something that was clear as a water drop but he just kept denying from himself.

He replayed what Steve had told him while he puffed from his cigarette and for a split second, and let himself smile at the words of his partner.

Steve was right. He was aware of how much he had been missing and how affected his job seemed to be because of how much time he spent thinking about you. It was so unlike him, and it was very unprofessional. But he just couldn’t help it.

You and your strikingly beautiful being. You letting him hold you close. You, with your hands on him. You and how sweet your lips must taste. You and how your naked body must look in the dimmed lights of his bedroom. Fuck.

So he decided, after his partner all but scolded him about being too dumb to realize, that he was going to face you and just… make things happen.

Steve smiled to himself while looking down at a file when Javier stood up from his own desk and walked out of the office.

“Attaboy,” he mumbled to himself.

**Scene Break 2**

You weren’t sure what it was, but suddenly the air in that bullpen had become oppressive, and you just needed to get out. Well, frankly...you weren’t stupid. You knew what was causing you to feel this way. It was stupid Steve and his stupid way of being right all the time, how the fuck did he do that? At some point, you were going to have to tell Javier (and possibly Carrillo, as well) how you felt, but if you could put it off for longer, you were absolutely going to do so.

You sat on the concrete wall bordering the police base, observing quietly as the citizens of Medellín went about their day, getting lunch and catching up with their colleagues. There was a man selling arepas just a few feet from you, and the smell was amazing. But no matter how tantalizing the scent was, you just couldn’t bring yourself to eat. All you needed was some air. Yeah, that’s what you needed. You’d be fine after a few moments.

Unfortunately, your peace wasn’t to last long, and as you were soon to discover, your observational skills would need a check up because Colonel Horacio Carrillo himself had just plopped himself next to you, and you hadn’t even noticed. Carrillo, for his part, waited a few moments before clearing his throat, startling you from your thoughts, and successfully getting your attention.

Ah shit.

One of the exact men that you didn’t want to deal with right now was sitting right next to you.

Joy.

“Those arepas look fantastic,” he remarked in that lovely accent you really liked, “Do you want one?”

You shook your head.

“No thank you,” you mumbled, “I’m fine.”

Carrillo hummed.

“I’m sure we could find something else if you would prefer. There’s all kinds of food in Medellín,” he replied. But you refused again.

“No, really, I’m fine. I don’t want any food,” you said.

Carrillo tilted his head and clasped his hands together, leaning forward slightly. He gave a small, almost imperceptible smirk, and if you didn’t know him so well, you would have missed it.

“I see,” he observed, amusedly, “So, then, Agent. What do you want?”

You frowned, and furrowed your eyebrows. What...what was he doing?

“I–I don’t want anything,” you replied, completely flabbergasted.

“Hmmm,” Carrillo began, “I don’t believe you. I think you want something.”

You raised your eyebrows at that. You’d never known the Colonel to be so bold.

“I want Escobar dead,” you quipped, “Same as you, I suppose.”

“Ah yes, I certainly want that,” Carrillo agreed, “But I want something else. Something that I imagine might be the same as you.”

You scratched the back of your neck, nervously, not sure where this was going.

“All right, Colonel, I’ll bite. What is it that you want?” you questioned.

Carrillo adjusted his position on the wall, turning so that he was facing you squarely. He looked you straight in the eyes before taking a deep breath, as if he was working up the courage to say something.

“You.”

You felt the air leave your lungs, Carrillo’s face was a puzzle laid before you but before you could say something else, you heard a deep, timbered voice calling your name.

You reluctantly turned around and saw Peña walking up to the both of you, you felt Carrillo shift beside you and let out a sigh, as if he knew something like that would happen.

“I was looking for you,” Javier mumbled, almost as if he didn’t want anyone else to hear but you.

“So, you found me,” your voice was shaky after the Colonel’s admission, and you tried to control it “What?”

“Can we–uh–talk?” he said, and you looked back at Carrillo.

“Can it wait?” you pleaded.

“No,” Javier declared.

“I think I know what this is about,” Carrillo announced, and you frowned at him, asking with your eyes for him to elaborate. But he just stayed quiet, looking between you and Peña.

“What do you mean?” Javier huffed, “This is a private conversation that I need to have with her.”

“I think we all need to have this conversation,” Carrillo mumbled, looking at the ground for half a second before returning his gaze to you and Javier.

“What are you two on?” you asked, frantically, “I am so confused.”

Javier glanced at the Colonel, at the way he was all but shifting around like a nervous kid. He realized Carrillo moved like he was hiding something, like he had a secret he so wanted to confess.

“Do you know something?” Javier questioned him, furrowing his brow. The Colonel turned to study him and there was a small moment in which they said nothing, and their eyes just locked.

And there, Javier saw him, as he was. Colonel Horacio Carrillo was an honorable man, everyone knew that, but as he was honorable he was dark, and Javier had a small suspicion of what he knew and was badly hiding.

Javier felt himself smirk at the man and Carrillo smirked back, and Javi knew it. Because he never misses things like that. For him is like having a sixth sense, somehow enhanced by his career and his experience. He just knows. Javier had never been indifferent to men. After all, being honest with himself, he had a little crush on Steve before he saw the wedding band. And Carrillo was… just his type. He never thought he would have the chance to even get closer to the Colonel like that. In the end, the time was not right and he was quite sure Carrillo wasn’t like that.

Clearly, he had been mistaken.

“Okay you two, I’ve had enough,” you grumbled, “What is going on? I’m sick of these games.”

“This is not a game,” Carrillo said, finally looking at you, you felt your frown get deeper.

“Then what is it?” you demanded.

Javier shrugged and took one last look at Carrillo, as if to confirm his consent, and replied.

“An arrangement,” he deadpanned, “With both of us.”

“If you want it,” Carrillo added, quickly.

You shot up from the wall you were sitting on and turned to glare at both of them. Javier put his hands on his waist and leaned on a leg, and Carrillo stood up as well, clasped hands in front of him, just waiting for you to say something. Anything.

Javier glanced nervously at Carrillo from the corner of his eye, searching his face for any sign of hesitation. I hope this is gonna go how you were planning, Carrillo, he thought, Because if it doesn’t and she refuses to speak to me again after this...I swear to god–

“Where did you get this idea?” you blabbered, feeling the sting of nervousness and insecurity settling into your stomach. Along with something else in your lower belly you refused to acknowledge at all.

Javier sighed, and shook his head.

“Steve Murphy has a big mouth,” he murmured.

“Dios mío,” you exclaimed, “He told you both?”

“Well, he told me,” Javier said, running a hand through his hair, “I don’t know about our Colonel over here.”

Now it was Carrillo’s turn to look sheepish.

“No, he didn’t say anything to me,” Carrillo admitted, “I overheard the two of you talking the other day.”

“You eavesdropped on me?” you gasped, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Is nothing I say private?”

Carrillo at least had the grace to look ashamed.

“It was an accident,” he tried to assure you, “But–I don’t regret listening in. I haven’t stopped thinking about it. About you.”

You scrubbed your face with your hands, trying to figure out what you were going to do. It wasn’t that you were–unhappy–more so embarrassed. You’d been carrying this secret for a long time now, and to have it so out in the open made you feel more exposed than ever. And you hated the feeling.

“I’m gonna need a minute,” you said, “Can we talk about this later? I need some space.”

Without waiting for a response, you briskly walked away from the police base and in the direction of the city. You weren’t sure where you were going or when you were going to be back. All that you knew was that your privacy had been massively violated, and you needed some space to collect yourself. Alone. And perhaps when you had calmed down, you could think about Carrillo and Peña’s proposal, like a functioning adult. But right now, you were too embarrassed (and aroused, let’s be real), to think straight.

Javier turned aside to look at Carrillo when your figure had disappeared into the city.

“So,” Javier broke the not-so-awkward silence, “Are you okay with this?”

Carrillo huffed at the question and glanced at the agent, noticing in him things he hadn't noticed before.

“Are you?”

Javier felt his stomach drop at the Colonel’s question… interesting.

“I’m all in,” he replied, smirking at Carrillo.

“Yo también.”

**Scene Break 3**

It was later in the afternoon by the time you had calmed down enough to return to work. You couldn’t believe what had happened today. You absolutely wanted to smack Steve. What you had told him was in confidence, and he had broken that trust. But you couldn’t deny that you were happy with the result. The idea of having even just one of those two men was enough to get you going, but both?

Men like them?

The pool of arousal was already forming in between your legs.

You could not deny how much you had wanted this, and how much you had been dreaming about it. And for a very long time. For god’s sake, you had lost sleep over this shit. It made you feel dirty, filthy, unprofessional. But you just couldn’t help it. You’d done a decent enough job of keeping your feelings in check, but now the cat was out of the bag.

And not only did these two men know how you felt. Apparently, they felt the same way. And for some godforsaken reason, they wanted you.

Were you really going to say no to an opportunity like that? Were you truly that stupid? No matter how much you were angry with Steve.

Connie would lose her shit when you'd call her to tell her about her husband’s work.

You walked into the bullpen and saw the office door opened, the first thing you saw was Javier’s face buried inside a file, his posture rigid and his hands grasping at the folder as if it were a lifeline.

He looked up and his eyes went wide when he saw you walk in.

But then you saw Murphy, sitting like nothing had happened and you saw red. You rushed at him and without a word your hand flew and you smacked him on the back of the head.

“What the fuck?” he yelled, and you heard Javier laughing behind you.

“You asshole,” you hissed, “Exactly what made you think it was a good idea to tell him? I trusted you to keep your mouth shut.”

“Excuse me,” Steve groaned, rubbing the back of his head, “I did you a fucking favor. I got tired of hanging around with you two idiots, just looking at each other and not saying shit.”

“You should not have done that,” you growled, fixing him with what you hoped was your most intimidating glare.

“Perhaps not,” Steve shrugged, “But I don’t regret it.”

“Can I–say something?” Javier asked behind you.

“No. Shut up.” you hissed without looking back at him.

“You do something like this again, and I’ll kill you,” you threatened Steve before storming out of the base, and into the parking lot. You sat in the driver’s seat of your car and banged your head against the steering wheel. You had had every intention of finding Peña and Carrillo and taking them up on their offer, but now all feelings of boldness had been once again replaced by shame and embarrassment. No doubt you were the talk of the police base, what with your massive crush on two of your colleagues.

Although you knew it was irrational, you couldn’t help but feel as though Carrillo and Peña were making fun of you. You knew it was stupid. Both of them were grown-ass men. They wouldn’t be so immature. If they didn’t like you at all, they would have just left you alone. But you just couldn’t help the raging insecurity you were feeling. Perhaps if you had actually told both of them, directly, how you felt, rather than let Steve Murphy do the hard work, then maybe you wouldn’t be feeling this way.

But that was all water under the bridge now, you supposed.

Later that night, you were heating up a pitiful TV-dinner in your apartment, not feeling up to eating, but you needed something, when your phone rang. You froze with the fork halfway to your mouth. There were only a handful of people who had your landline number, and even then, only a few of those people would have the guts to actually call it. This wasn’t going to be a fun conversation.

Sighing, you trudged over to the phone and lifted the receiver to your ear.

“¿Sí?” you asked, quietly, and you heard the low voice of Colonel Carrillo on the other end.

“It’s me,” he said softly, “You left work rather abruptly. I called to see if you were fine.”

“As fine as I can be, given the circumstances,” you grumbled.

“I’m sorry that things transpired the way they did, truly,” Carrillo mumbled, sounding genuinely apologetic, “But I meant it when I said I don’t regret finding out.”

“Of course you wouldn’t,” you snarked, “You’re not the one whose colleague breached her trust.”

There was a pause before Carrillo spoke again.

“Do you regret it?”

Now it was your turn to pause, contemplating your words and how you would respond. You didn’t want to hurt him, but at the same time, you wanted to make it clear that you weren’t pleased with the means---even if the end was fantastic.

“I regret how this started,” you replied, slowly, not trusting yourself to say anything further.

Carrillo hummed over the line, contemplating your words.

“I can’t blame you for that,” he said, “But forget about Steve for a moment, please. Have you thought about it?”

You inhaled and held your breath for ten counts, trying to calm down your racing heart. You couldn’t deny that just the mere thought of being in the same room with these two men, especially in a non-platonic setting, was difficult for you.

“I think you know the answer to that, Colonel. You aren’t stupid,” you quipped, “Have you discussed this with Peña? I must admit, I am surprised at you both. This doesn’t seem like something either of you would be interested in.”

“We’ve discussed this, absolutely,” Carrillo said, recalling the deeper conversation he had with Peña earlier that day after you had slapped Steve, “I think we’ve both surprised ourselves, if I’m being honest. But if the attraction is there, it’s there. But I want you to know, there is no pressure. This only goes as far as you want it to go.”

You frowned at that.

“What do you mean?” you pressed.

“Querida,” he sighed, “What happens between the three of us–well–Peña and I know where we stand–it’s up to you now. If you don’t want this, then just say the word. We’ll pretend this conversation never happened.”

You took a shuddering breath and tried to respond as best as you can.

“I–”

“You don’t have to give me an answer now,” Carrillo interrupted gently, “Think about it. Make sure it’s what you want. Then you can let us know.”

“I–ok,” you stuttered, for lack of a better response.

“I should leave you to your evening. But think about it, and let me know what you decide ,” Carrillo said, “Have a good night, querida.”

“Sure, good night, Colonel,” you mumbled, hearing the click on the other end, indicating that Carrillo had hung up.

You passed the rest of the evening in relative silence, going about your mundane business with an extra air of heaviness. Slowly you could feel the embarrassment from the day give way to desire. As you lay by yourself in your bed, clutching at your pillow, you couldn’t help the acute sense of loneliness that you felt. After all, you hadn’t really had anyone before you came to Colombia, and your job here certainly killed whatever chance of having a relationship you might have had. It was why you had so easily fallen for both of your colleagues.

You were lonely. And they were lonely too. But it wasn’t just out of loneliness. You’d seen what Peña was like when he just wanted to have a warm body next to him. Just as it had taken courage for you to confess how you felt to Steve, it must have taken just as much strength for Carrillo and Peña to admit the same to you. This wasn’t going to be a one time thing–born out of isolation and tragedy–it would be something much more meaningful than that. You could feel it.

You glanced at the clock, seeing that it was just past midnight. Although you knew that Carrillo usually stayed up late, you didn’t want to bother him, so you dialed the number of the only other person who you knew would be up this late.

“Hello?” Javier Peña gruffed on the other end, clearly annoyed at having been woken up.

“Javier, it’s me,” you said, by way of greeting. You heard some rustling of bedsheets, no doubt Javier was fully awake now.

“Are you all right?” he asked, concern coloring his tone.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you assured him, “I just–I’ve thought about your offer. Yours and Carrillo’s.”

You heard a sharp intake of breath over the phone.

“And what do you say, cariño?” he questioned, hope ringing in his voice.

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself.

“Yes. I’m saying yes.”

**Scene Break 4**

You sat inside Javier’s car, silently, as he drove the two of you through the streets of Medellín towards Carrillo’s address. It was a Friday–exactly a week from when Carrillo had overheard you talking to Steve, and you were completely floored at how your life had changed that fast. You didn’t regret anything though, not one bit.

You were nervous though. Having one of these men was enough to make you swoon, but both? You weren’t sure what was going to happen. All you knew is that it would be a fantastic night. You just hoped that you could keep up.

A hand on your knee brought you back to the present, and you glanced over to see that Javier was eyeing you out of the corner of his eye as he drove.

“Relax, cariño,” he ordered, “It’s just us.”

You laughed.

“I know, that’s what I’m worried about,” you said, jokingly. But Javier wasn’t having it.

“Why would that make you nervous?” he asked, turning to face you when you had stopped for a red light.

“You two are my friends and colleagues,” you stated, “I don’t–want to disappoint you. Especially since we will have to go back to work after the weekend.”

Javier shook his head and pressed down harder on the accelerator, hoping that if he got you to Carrillo’s place faster, you’d stop your fatalistic thoughts.

“None of that,” he grumbled, shutting down your line of thinking as quickly as he could, “What happens between us tonight stays between us. That’s it. No pressure or expectations. Just enjoy yourself, okay?”

You nodded, not quite trusting yourself to speak. And thankfully, you didn’t have to say anything because you and Javier finally pulled up in front of Carrillo’s house. It was a much larger property than you had expected, with a beautifully-kept lawn and a mango tree just at the front of the house. It was a stunning place to live, and the thought that Carrillo had been staying there alone, with nobody to share it with, for the past several months just left you heartbroken.

Well. That was likely about to change tonight.

“You’re still sure, cariño?” Javier asked, taking your hand in his and staring at your knuckles, “If you’ve changed your mind, I can drive you back now. No questions asked.”

You shook your head.

“I’m completely sure, Javi. Don’t worry,” you assured him, and Javier nodded.

“Bueno,” he mumbled, “Let’s go.” And with that, the two of you walked up the path to Carrillo’s front door and rang the bell. Carrillo answered almost immediately, face relaxing at the sight of you.

“I hope you didn’t have too much trouble finding the place,” he greeted, stepping back to allow the two of you to enter his house.

“I have some wine if you would like,” Carrillo suggested, leading you and Javier into the kitchen after the two of you had kicked off your shoes.

Carrillo walked straight to the fridge and took out what appeared to be a pretty expensive brand of wine, but neither you nor Javier said anything in regards to it. Instead, you both sat down and exchanged a series of fugitive glances at each other.

You thought you needed the wine, the bitter, strong taste of alcohol to run through your veins in order to be able to process the moment in its entirety. But suddenly, as you glared at both Javier and Carrillo, there was no need for anything else. No liquid distraction to be drunk beforehand, no ridiculous and meaningless pleasantries or comfort words. You knew those men. You trusted them with your life every day when you went out there on the streets, and you trusted them just as much now. Their mere presence was sufficient to relax you and ease the tension, although you thought they would both agree that the tension was thicker than you could’ve imagined.

“I trust you both, and I care about you both, so damn much.”

It came out of the blue; you weren’t even sure you thought about it in your mind, and yet you said it nonetheless, standing up. Both of them seemed a little surprised by your impromptu confession, but patiently waited for your continuation, if there was any to begin with.

“What I mean is… why make this harder on ourselves? Why bother with small talk and awkward conversations when we can just… do it, enjoy the night?”

Javier was the first one who smirked. And of course he would, he was probably used to a lot of those moments, or similar ones, and had almost no issue baring it all, you thought. You swore, for a brief, almost too rushed moment, that you saw Carrillo hesitate with saying something and averting his eyes from both you and Javier, but you brushed it off. Instead, he looked tall and mighty at you, as his official position required, and smiled gallantly at you.

“You are the one in charge tonight,” he told you.

Simple, yet effective.

From the moment you heard that sentence, it did something to your ego. It gave you an unexpected boost of confidence, it sparked a desire, a flame so bright and hot you wouldn’t have believed it to be true in any other situation.

You took a few steps closer to Carrillo, all the while having Javier watch the scene unfold from the kitchen entrance. He stood up when you did, out of some long-forgotten courtesy that he didn’t used to care about anymore, and he just knew where it was all headed. He recognized the look in your eyes, the longing on your face. He knew what it meant, how much it must’ve consumed you, and he felt oddly enticed and captivated by it.

Just as swiftly as the night began, Carrillo’s hands rested on your waist while he kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he only brought you closer to him; his lips tasted surprisingly sweet, with just a faint tint of nicotine. Your chest was pressed against his, warm clothed skin found yours and you shivered against him. His hands gripped your waist as if saying farewell to them and he slid them up your body. You could feel Peña’s eyes fixed in your bodies, staring at the scene, and when the Colonel broke the kiss to nibble at your neck, you opened your eyes to see him next to you; half-lidded brown deep eyes, an opened bottle of wine in one hand and his lower lip in the other. Your skin was burning, and you had barely been touched.

You smiled at him when Carrillo took your jacket off, Peña smirked and took a sip of wine directly from the bottle, careless about any pleasantries.

Carrillo’s wet tongue latched softly at your pulse point and ripped a low moan out of you, you closed your eyes again when his hands gripped your ass over the fabric of your jeans.

“Colonel, please,” you muttered, sighing as you felt his large hands had fun with your flesh and grip it after hearing the way you called him.

“Words, querida” he just replied, putting some distance between your wet skin and his lips.

“More,” you bit your lip, Carrillo smirked at you and you noticed the way his eyes darkened with desire in front of you. He turned to look at Javier, who was still standing at the kitchen entrance, palming his erection over his jeans.

“Bring that,” Carrillo said, pointing at the bottle, then slid his hand from your ass to the small of your back and guided you towards the staircase.

Between your hazed eyes and the cloud of lust that had begun to invade your mind you looked around Carrillo’s space and wondered how a man like him could live in a place that big. You smiled to yourself when he put his hand on the small of your back and soon enough Peña caught up to you, you felt his ever so imposing presence behind you.

Carrillo opened the door to the bedroom and pushed you softly inside.

You didn’t even have time to take your surroundings in when you felt a pair of warm hands find your hips and a set of lips grazing at your earlobe. Your eyes closed by themselves and the sweet, strong smell of Javier’s cologne invaded your nostrils as he pulled your back flush against his chest.

“Sh–shit,” you let out, half a whisper, half a moan, when you felt Carrillo’s hands roam around your waist.

You were losing yourself between the touch of the two of them, you shivered when Carrillo cupped your breast as Javier nibbled at the skin of your neck, from behind, you tilted your head to the side to give him more room to do whatever–the–fuck he pleased with your neck.

“Mírate, chiquita,” Carrillo whispered, you felt his breath on your lips and when you re-opened your eyes you saw him inches away from your face “you’re already wrecked.”

You felt Javier chuckling against your flushed skin, and you bit your lower lip, bringing a hand to the Colonel’s nape to pull him closer and kiss him again.

One of Javier’s hands found itself under your shirt, his mouth was moving and his other hand pulled softly at your shirt over your shoulder to find more skin to lick and kiss. Carrillo found the hem of your shirt and broke the kiss to look at you, as if asking for permission and reassurance that you wanted what he wanted. Javier watched the silent exchange and smirked against the skin of your shoulder, he gave it a last brush of his mustache and a last kiss before you nodded to the Colonel and he helped you out of the garment.

Carrillo smiled to himself when he saw what you’ve been hiding under it, a black, only-lace bra that showed the shade of your nipples, you bit your lip again when you took in his disheveled figure, his notorious erection under his military green pants that made the pool between your legs grow.

“How are you this fucking beautiful?” Javier muttered behind you, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses behind your ear to your nape.

Your breath hitched when Carrillo kneeled in front of you and you felt your chest heaving with desire when his large fingers dextrely unbuttoned your jeans and his thumbs hooked on the hem. He looked at you again and you nodded for a second time. Javier looked over your shoulder at the Colonel slowly sliding your jeans off your hips then your legs and he left his hands roam around the now naked skin of your torso. Your hands landed on the back of his head, and he took the hint, attacking the skin of your neck once again.

Carrillo threw your jeans away once he helped you out of them and you moaned loudly when his lips grazed against your knee. One of your hands dropped to grab Carrillo’s head as his trail of kisses moved up, up, up until he reached the soft skin where your thigh and your hip joined. You were sure he could smell your arousal, you were sure he could feel it at that point and you didn’t care, for once you let yourself only feel and let all thought out of your mind while you felt two mouths, two men, take care of you.

There was no hesitation from Javier’s side as his fingers gently grazed up your spine, expertly unclasping your bra, taking in the image of the straps loosening on your smooth skin. He was damn near panting at the mere sight, but he had to remind himself that that was only the tip of the iceberg. The moans you were letting escape your mouth as Carrillo pressed gentle kisses on your inner thighs aided him in no way. He felt himself get harder and harder and fought off raging instincts to turn that moment into another one of his one-night stands.

Javier made sure he tasted your skin while he took the straps from both sides between his fingers and slid them off your shoulders, he felt you shivering under his hands and over Horacio’s mouth and you could feel the smirk on your skin, once the bra came off, Javier took your chin and moved your head to face him, he pressed his mouth on yours, his tongue hungry for your scent, invading your cavities and feeling your warmth rush through his body with the speed of light. Everything about your scent was intoxicating and consuming, and ever so addicting that he could barely find it in himself to stop.

But then his calloused hands found your breasts and oh–oh, shit.

That first squeeze, tantalizingly slow and powerful, took you out completely. You gasped, and you weren’t sure if it was Horacio’s warm breath in between your legs or Javier fondling your breasts, but you embraced the overwhelming effect both had on you. Javier squeezed again, and moved around to locate the sweet torture of his mouth onto your nipples, taking one in his mouth whilst his thumb moved over the other one, twisting it in between his fingers as he nibbled at your skin. His tongue left a glistening trail as he peppered kisses in between your breasts, moving up your sternum, collarbones and neck and focusing on one particular spot that seemed to drive you wild. So much so that you reached behind your back to grab a handful of his hair, pull him in closer however you could.

“Lay her down, Peña,” Carrillo cooed, and the man followed suit.

You saw the Colonel untuck his shirt and take it off while Javier kneeled on the bed and helped you lay down on it, the softness of the sheets embraced you and the coldness made you whimper softly.

It was a premiere for him to witness Javier Peña, of all people, being so submissive and attentive, but he had other matters to focus on at the moment. His mouth left your already glistening and plump lips to grab the bottle of wine, your eyes followed him as you felt Carrillo’s hands spread your legs open and kiss the inside of your legs again, Javier came back to the bed and kneeled next to you, his hand gripping the bottle and the other cupping your face, he smiled softly at you and took a sip from the bottle; you moaned when Carrillo’s hands worked to get you out of your lace panties and Javier leaned down to you, the hand that cupped your face moved to your chin and he opened your mouth with his thumb, letting the wine pour from his mouth to yours, the wine was warm and it tasted sweet, when you closed your mouth and swallowed, Javier’s thumb grazed your lips and you heard a hard pant next to you, you turned to see Carrillo’s lusted face, you gave him a soft smile and he all but threw himself to you, kissing your mound, you moaned again and Javier leaned back, bringing the chilled bottle closer to your body, letting the tip of it graze against your warm skin, between the cold sensation and Carrillo’s lips tasting you, you were about to scream, Javier looked at you, smirked and pour some of the wine all over your breasts and abdomen, immediately reaching down on your again to lick the liquid off. A bit of the wine had traveled down your abdomen to your lower belly and found its way into Carrillos mouth, the feeling of the cold wine and their tongues made you growl. You had two pairs of equally sinful and skilled lips teasing and licking deliciously well over your exposed skin, and you had half of mind to grab either one of them and get to business. You couldn’t recall the last time you felt so aroused, but it was all a masterful torture and all for a good time. If anyone else was allowed to have their downtime, why shouldn’t you?

It was somewhat futile to even attempt to please either one of the men in return; their own pleasure seemed to be revolving around yours and they were both doing such an incredible job out of it that you had a hard time trying to keep track of where did the waves of pleasure come from anymore. It was all one big tsunami of feelings, from overstimulation to lust and appreciation and love in some form.

Carrillo continued his ministrations while Javier licked the remains of the wine from your body, his tongue traveled to your sternum and he took a nipple on his mouth ever so briefly, then he stood up and quickly undressed, not bothering to be cool about it, he just threw his clothes to the floor while he looked at Horacio have the time of his life between your legs, you let out soft moans and whispers and while Javier took off his jeans he saw your hand grip Carrillo’s hair as your hips hatched against the Colonel’s face. You felt his tongue flicking your clit and he pushed a thick finger inside you, curling it around, building you up and throwing you off the cliff with the same force he had put you there. You came on his mouth with his name on yours.

As you laid on the bed, legs spread for Carrillo as he helped you ride off your orgasm, Javier kneeled back on the bed next to your face, his hand snaked its way around your neck, gently grabbing both sides and helping you take his erection in your mouth, which you were more than happy to do. You could tell he was somewhat tensed: he was doing his absolute best to control his motions and to keep it at a normal rhythm, but the more you involuntarily groaned as Carrillo began to glide his tongue across your slit once again, building up your second climax, the more Javier was slowly losing bits and pieces of himself. Within seconds, you could just tell you weren’t gonna last long, but neither would Javier as he picked up the face and jerked his hips forward more and more, thus obliging you to take more of him in. You couldn’t explain it, nor find any logic behind the action itself, but you swore you felt his release in Javier’s impatient thrusts and, sure enough, mere seconds later, he finally came, grunting as ropes of his seed dripped down your jaw.

Your moans returned when Carrillo added two fingers to his mouthy torture over your clit, and you felt like you could explode. Not long after that all-too familiar gut feeling, that almost persistent desire to burn, you came for a second time, eager to jerk your hips forward and meet as much as you could of Carrillo’s tongue, but this time, the man’s grip over your thighs was impossible to break. He held you in place ever so expertly and ate you out like you were his favorite five course meal, soaking up every ounce of juice that you provided him with.

You temporarily lost feeling in your arms as you tried to raise them to make at least Javier pay attention, but words also failed to leave your abused mouth.

“Que buena chica,” Carrillo said from somewhere down below. (What a good girl.)

Your brain didn’t register what he said properly. All you could feel was a fire so intense, so vivid, you nearly saw stars. And something told you that was only the beginning.

And you were proven right.

In the momentary lack of physical touch, you thought about the moment itself, having two of the strongest, most desirable men eager to please you–simultaneously, might you add–and the more you thought about it, the more it threw you off completely. Why? You weren’t really sure. Perhaps it was the idea in the back of your mind that you wouldn’t have thought yourself capable of that. Or them, really. The activity hadn’t been exactly on your to-do list over the past few years and yet now, you couldn’t have thought of a better way to figure out your feelings for them, and to spare time.

The freshly acquired ecstasy was not only enthralling, but efficient as well.

After your second orgasm at Horacio’s ministrations you saw him between your lusted, narrowed eyes, undress completely, Javier was next to you, trailing his fingers up and down your wet torso–wet with wine and his saliva, what a fucking thought– while the both of you saw Carrillo take the remains of his clothes off and took in his lean figure, Javier smirked when he saw him whole and thought to himself the things he would do to the man if he had the time.

Javier wrapped his arms around your waist and helped you roll over to the side to face him, licking his bottom lip in the process and made sure you watched as he did so. He had been eyeing you up and down the entire day, whether clothed or not, and every glance he threw you, ever so dark and desirable, filled with subtext and desire, made you weaker and weaker, just like Carrillo’s touches were.

You reached his face and took his lips in yours, his tongue slid inside your mouth and as he explored the insides and his hand grabbed fistfuls of your ass, you felt the bed shifting behind you, and another hand snaked from behind and found your breast, you were being pressed against and between two bodies and the wam of them was driving you insane, when Carrillo’s fingers played with your nipple you bucked your hips forward and you felt Javier’s erection graze at your lower belly. Javier moved his hand from your ass to your thigh and then he let it slide to your pussy, you bucked your hips backwards and you felt Carrillo’s erection graze at your ass.

“How are you still this wet, bonita?” Javier asked, while his fingers found themselves between your lips.

“Don’t you know the answer by now, Javi?” you muttered, feeling the way Carrillo’s mouth found your shoulders.

You glanced at him and Carrillo the same way Javier looked at you and you understood in an instant why he always preferred to be that way. It was enticing, addicting and sinful, just the way he was.

And by the looks of it, Colonel Horacio Carrillo was no saint either.

“How do you want this to go, chiquita?” Horacio asked behind you as you moved your leg up to allow Javier’s fingers to find a way inside you.

You sighed. Why was he asking you that question when you weren’t even sure something like this would happen? For a brief, brief second you wanted to hide, just grab your clothes and hide. But you found yourself sandwiched between the men that you most desired and you just couldn’t waste this opportunity for the life of you.

So you rummaged around your deepest, filthiest fantasies you’ve had when everything had just been a sinful dream, a product of your lascive thoughts giving into what you catalogued as your darkest secrets and desires and you found one you couldn’t stop think about after it had given you a stars–behind–the–eyes orgasm.

“I want both,” you muttered, feeling the way both men groaned at your sides, “both inside me, please.”

“You sure?” Javier asked, pulling out his fingers from your cunt and looking at the way they glistened, you nodded.

“Words, chiquita,” Horacio said and you turned to see him, he leaned down and stole a short, deep kiss.

“I’m a hundred percent sure,” you murmured against the Colonel’s lips.

“Let’s get you ready, then,” Javier whispered on your neck and you sighed when his fingers slid back into your slit, you closed your eyes when Horacio played your nipples around his fingers and then his hand roamed down your body, finding their way to your pussy.

“Déjame entrar,” Horacio said under his breath, Javier stopped moving his fingers inside you and you squeezed your eyes tighter when Carrillo slid two more fingers inside your cunt.

“Fu–fuck, fuck,” you gasped, Javier let open mouthed kisses around your face and the skin of your neck within reach while your walls tightened around their thick fingers.

“You okay?” Javier asked and you nodded a few times before your body relaxed and got used to the intrusion.

“Mo–move,” you pleaded, feeling Horacio’s mouth nibbling at your shoulder and your neck.

Javier and Horacio moved their fingers at the same time inside you, looking at each other as if marking a dancing pace. You didn’t know what to do with yourself as they moved in and out and curled their fingers in all directions inside you, making you moan and whimper and open up more for them as they somehow found an identical pace to torture you with.

“Eso, eso nena, lo estás haciendo muy bien,” Carrillo praised behind you, feeling the way your walls were giving into the attention and dilating around their fingers (That’s it baby, you’re doing great)

“Más,” you pleaded, rolling your hips against their hands “Más, más,”

They grinned at each other, Javier’s eyes landed on your face and took in the way your features quirked in pure pleasure. Their fingers moving at the same time, pacing in and out faster. Javier’s mouth landed on your shoulder and Carrillo only took in the lewd noise his and Javier’s fingers were making as they pulled in and out at a murdering pace.

“Oh, sh–shit,” you bit your lip and tried to hide your face inside the crook of Javier’s neck but Horacio pulled you away with his other hand.

“We wanna hear you, querida.” he whispered behind your ear, you shivered again at the feeling of his warm breath and then it became too much, their fingers were covered in your arousal as you spread your legs impossibly wider as your throat began growling and your hands landed on both of them, digging your nails on their flesh. Javier hissed against your shoulder and Carrillo bit the skin of your mouth, both of them throwing you together from the cliff and your body spasmed between them.

“Oh my god, oh shit, fuck!” you screamed between their bodies and they slowed their pace to help you ride down your climax “please, please, fuck me, please,” you let out, almost desperately, eager to feel the same with them inside you. They slid their fingers out of you and you shivered again.

Your body was already a mess, after three powerful orgasms you were panting for air, the only thing you wanted was them inside you, you wanted to feel every ridge and every vein of them, you wanted; you needed to cum around them both.

“What is taking you so long?” you opened your eyes, quite frustrated at the lack of attention to your bodies, but the sight that you took in was otherworldly.

Carrillo had his fingers, his covered–in–your–arousal fingers inside Javier’s mouth.

“Fuck,” you let out, dropping your head on the mattress, looking at the way Javier grabbed Horacio’s wrist to keep his hand on his mouth and lick them clean of you while Horacio’s deep gaze took Javier in with a smirk adorning his face.

Horacio pulled his fingers out with a soft pop and they both looked at you, panting and brushing a nipple with your fingers.

“Next time you’ll have to put on a show for me,” you teased.

“You’re ready?” Javier asked, leaning down to kiss your temple, you looked at Carrillo and smiled at him as he licked his fingers.

“Very,” you replied, softly, your voice was already hoarse because of the moaning and screaming they had pulled out of you, they got comfortable on each of your side and you took a deep breath when Horacio lifted your leg and hooked it on his hip.

Javier was the first one to tease your entrance with the dripping head of his cock, when you felt it sliding up and down your slit you gasped and as he pushed himself inside you you grabbed his arm and licked any part of his skin available for you.

“Oh my god,” you cried out softly.

Javier was having a hard time staying still when your walls were warm and wet around him, his hands roamed around your body as Carrillo lined himself with you and him as well and then he pushed.

“Holy fucking shit,” you had close your eyes at the feeling of Horacio making his way inside of you, you breathed and panted and tried so hard to relaxe but they were thicker than their fingers and your pussy was clenching already around them. Javier took your hand and you squeezed his as both of them bottomed up inside you.

Horacio put his hands over the entanglement of yours and Javi’s and the three of you gasped and panted until your body stopped squirming between them and your walls stopped closing themselves at the feeling of two thick cocks making their way inside.

Javier had to close his eyes as well when he felt how your cunt clenched him tight closer to Horacio and he felt himself throb inside you, when he opened his eyes he saw you, open mouthed gasps leaving your body as it got used to being that full, and then his eyes traveled to Horacio, that buried himself in the crook of your neck, he supposed he was feeling the same way as him, trapped in a oh–so–tight hole with him.

“Move, move, move,” you all but begged, the initial sting of being filled like that disappearing and being replaced with the darkest, deepest, hottest desire you had ever felt, “fu–fucking move already!”

Horacio smirked against the skin of your neck at your demand and moved slightly to look at Javier, who nodded once and then, murdering pleasure; Javier pulled out and as he was thrusting slowly back in, Horacio pulled out and moved in as Javier moved out and you gasped and the air in your lungs left you for the time being as your cunt was filled with the two men you wanted the most.

It was pleasure delivered in a delicious swing of two hips rocking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth into you, making you impossibly wetter, incredibly hornier, and way too lost in the haze to even care about anything else.

The way that they were fucking you was shameless, the noises were lewd and your moans invaded the room as soon as they picked up the pace and kept driving into you at the same pace but in different directions.

Four hands caressed your body, two sets of lips nibbled at your skin, two tongues tasted the salty sheet of sweat that had covered your body, two thick cocks used your body at their will, making you want to explode; it was an eager combination of feelings and sensations pulled out of the most sensual, lechery, degenerated dreams you could ever had.

“Harder, please, pleasepleaseplease,” you panted out, gripping any skin and limb your hands could find. Your hips started rolling and rolling and rolling with them as they thrusted and pounded inside you.

“Mierda,” Horacio gasped behind you, biting at your skin, making you whimper.

“You’re so fucking tight, so fu–fucking good, baby,” Javier cried out as your pussy clenched around them and you absentmindedly rolled your hips harder.

It was an entanglement of limbs and wet skin, mouths clashing against skin, hands gripping and grabbing available flesh, a swing of bodies and a symphony of licks, kisses, hums, gasps, pants, begs and praises.

“Shit, sh–shit,” you panted harder and clawed at Javier’s arm when you felt the well-familiar tug on your belly of an incoming orgasm, you hummed and moaned and you felt lips in your ear, licking and nibbling at your earlobe, “I’m so close, más,”

Javier gritted his teeth when you demanded more and angled his hips to pound inside harder, Horacio followed his lead, dropping his hand on Javier’s shoulder for leverage. Carrillo’s touch burned in Javier’s skin and he felt his body stiffen with the feeling of his second release.

“Por dios, querida, me estás matando.” Horacio cried out behind you, feeling as well his body falling from the cliff. (My god, you’re killing me)

Javier’s free hand slid through your wet, glistening skin and his finger circled your clit slowly, you screamed his name, your legs buckled and your entire body squirmed with the sea of sensations your body was feeling and flooding with.

“Cum inside me, please, please,” you panted again, feeling the way your legs started to shake as both of their thrust became erratic and Javier’s finger kept circling around your bundle of nerves you exploded around them, gushing out and soaking them as your orgasm made you scream both their names.

“Mierda, querida, mírate,” Horacio grunted before he gave into the lustfulness of it all and came inside you and around Javier.

Once Javi felt the warmness of Carrillo’s release and the way you soaked both of them and his hand, he locked his hips with yours and spilled himself inside as well, gasping out your name.

“Ohmyfuckinggod,” you let out as a sigh, feeling your legs tremble with the strength of your climax.

The three of you stayed like that, joined, for a while. As your bodies relaxed you finally opened your eyes and saw the way Horacio’s hand was resting on Javier’s shoulder, wrapping you as well between them. Both of them breathing heavily, eyes closed, recovering from whatever the hell you had done was called. You sighed and smiled to yourself. If it weren’t for the four orgasms you had and the way your cunt was throbbing after the abuse and dripping with their seed, you wouldn’t believe it was real at all.

“How was that, cariño?” Javier asked, grazing a hand up and down your arm.

“That was–magnificent,” you gushed, not sure how else to describe that positively euphoric experience, “I think–you two have worn me out.”

Horacio chuckled and moved your head to press a kiss to your forehead, and shifted to allow all three of you to lie somewhat comfortably under the covers. You whined when they pulled out of you, solely because at the loss of them, you felt empty.

“Rest now, querida, we’ll be here in the morning,” he whispered into your hair, and that was all the permission you needed.

“We should–” you brought a hand to your mouth to cover a massive yawn, “–do this again sometime.”

After that, it didn’t take long before you had succumbed to the tempting pull of sleep. Horacio sighed and glanced over your shoulder at Javier, who looked rather worn out himself. Tenderly, Horacio reached over and brushed aside a small strand of hair that had fallen in Javi’s face.

“So, same time next week, then?” Horacio asked, giving Javier a lazy smirk, which was returned in kind.

“Yeah,” Javier mumbled, turning over to drape his arm around your way and bury his face in your neck.

“Absolutely.”

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[diabolikpersonals]

Could we please have Shu x Reiji x Yuma poly headcanons :)

oh boy the Arson Recovery Trio!!! one of my favorite ot3s! let's get ready for some hurt/comfort babyyyyy

(pls understand there will be no romantic shu/reiji in my house thank u. when I say they love each other I mean like brothers) (also there's shu LE spoilers here, like v serious ending spoilers)

Lately, I like this ship post-Shu LE route a whole lot. I think it's an excellent starting point for them. If you're not familiar, Shu is the struggling vampire king, Yuma puts himself in a 99%-chance-of-death situation to help him, and Reiji saves Yuma in the end by taking an attack that was meant for him and almost dying. The air is thick with shu/yuma/reiji my friends. The conditions are perfect

Reiji (thinking he's going to die) tells Yuma that this is the only way he can atone. Yuma (also thinking Reiji is going to die) is like "idiot, I've already forgiven you for everything!! ;-;"

There's so much that all three of them regretted. Shu regretted not being a better king, Yuma regretted not being able to do more to help, Reiji regretted the ways he wronged them in the past...

...but they all come out of it alive, somehow. Hurt, but alive. They're all given a second chance. (maybe, at this point, it's more like a 3rd chance?)

I'm so fucking PUMPED about the three of them being the representative vampire demon politics team. Shu as the king, Reiji and Yuma as his right and left hands. Shu with the physical (magical) power, Reiji with the political know-how, and Yuma with the burning passion for social justice to push them both in the right direction. the dream team <3

After everything they've been through, they're very consciously aware of how much the other two mean to them, and so they can be fiercely defensive. Like, if somebody is talking shit about Shu then Yuma & Reiji will not stand for it at all, etc. Very "I will never let him get hurt again" energy

If Shu/Yuma and Reiji/Yuma are both slow burn by themselves, you'll never fucking guess how slowly Shu/Yuma/Reiji burns. It's so slow. It's so fucking slow. Because both Shu and Reiji are thinking, "I shouldn't like Yuma. My brother clearly likes him, and for good reason, and I've got all this guilt towards my brother, so I should just let him be with Yuma. I should back off." THEN NOBODY MOVES

And honestly, as for this "who is going to confess first" standoff, I literally think it's nobody. I don't think there's a confession scene here. It's just too hard for these guys. I think Yuma starts using the word "love," but not in a romantic confession sort of way. Stuff like "I love being here with you guys; who knows what my life would be like right now if I didn't have you." Then Shu and Reiji are able to answer, yes, I feel the same way. I also love being here, doing this, with both of you.

Then there's just this tacit understanding between them over time. When I say "I love you" I really mean it, actually. I mean that I love you in so many different ways. For once I feel comfortable loving somebody, instead of feeling scared or guilty. This feeling is precious to me; both of you are precious to me, I love you.

I bet they'd have to keep their "relationship" (or, yknow, their great big pile of mostly unspoken feelings) a secret, on account of being, well, public figures in the demon world. I don't think that's much of a problem for them, but it could be a fun source of drama if someone were to find out.

I like to imagine Shu still struggling with his powers, especially while he's feeling negative emotions, but Yuma and Reiji calm him down just by being around ^^

Reiji would never admit it but he actually Really adores validation and praise from them. Even if it's just an off-hand comment, it makes him happy because Shu and Yuma aren't people who lie or flatter others, so Reiji knows they really mean it. After complimenting Reiji, Shu and Yuma get to see Reiji's genuine smile, and they're both like "whoa, have you seen this before...?"

You know what's better than a Sakamaki boyfriend?? TWO Sakamaki boyfriends! >:D

anyway they're really good. I want them to take a nap in a pile together after working hard at demon politics.

they've just been through a lot ok I want them to HEAL and HUG ABOUT IT and be there for each other forever. is that that too much to ASK???

[devilrosola]

pairing SinEn ( because I have too xD )

Also characters, Sharrkan pls ( because he is too adorable to not to involve him ) 😉

hooo boy...yeh...

SinEn

002 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

when of if I started shipping it. Probably when we RPed? No, it was probably thanks to that one doujin. 

my thoughts: They can be equal. {Granted Sin has 7 djinn while Kouen has 3, but no one else has had more than these two, so it's as close as canon lets us get. And Sin is a King while Kouen is a Prince, but still seen as king by his people} Point is, Sinbad was this great indomitable perfect mary sue character and then comes along someone that could stand his ground against him. If they ever got over their differences and work towards the same goals together like World Peace, they could be a real power couple.

What makes me happy about them: Fighting over Ja'far ahem I mean, witty banters as they try to be diplomatic. I like how in that one doujin they were in both positions at different times

What makes me sad about them: They don’t get along

things done in fanfic that annoys me: There's fanfics about them? Other than mine I guess where one completely domineers over the other.

things I look for in fanfic: Equality

My kinks: Djinn equips? Now Zepar & Agares equips together would just be cute and innocent but think about Valefor & Asaroth fire and ice dynamics here! And I'm sure Kouen is breathtaking in Phenex equip

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:  For Sinbad-- myself, um how much can I diverge from the canon for this answer since he expressly said he had no intention of being tied down? Well...give him a big slice of humble pie and then we can talk. (and really, there’s most sin ships I’m be okay with) How about Yunan so he can whap Sin with his fishing-pole-wand whenever Sin does something stupid? For Kouen-- Ja’far, Muu, Yamuraiha, OCs, again I’m generally open Once saw a fic with him and Spartos, and another with him and either Spartos or Mystras. I can’t quite remember and I can’t find the fic.

My happily ever after for them: I haven’t gotten that far... >.>;;;

Sharrkan

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you

How I feel about this character:  Sorry, Imma be honest with you. I hate him. If he wasn't so full of himself that'd be a different story. Little shy SnB Sharr before taking Masrur's advice would have been more bearable. Sure I found him hot when I first saw him, but he lost me as soon as he showed his ego.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:  No one XD Although his love-at-first-site crush with Yam was cute back when they were little

My non-romantic OTP for this character:  Haven’t thought about it. He’s not exactly close with his brother. I guess him and Pisti making trouble together? *Ja’far yeets them out the window*

My unpopular opinion about this character:  I’ll take his brother over him.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Wish he didn’t misinterpret Masrur’s advice of being like Sin (give her compliments vs womanize and drink) I know I know Magi came first and that was made later to explain his current personality. I wish he’d realize that insulting Yam is NOT the way to win her heart.

my het ship: Sharrkan with an OC’s sister (but then she breaks his heart bc she doesn’t want to commit--good news for Yam though?)

my fem/slash ship: ig Masrur/Sharrkan is a popular one? You want me to say SharrHa though don’t ya? 😏

my OTP: I suppose mini SharrYam in an AU where he’s gets over his awkwardness?

my OT3: Oh hmmmmm....now we’re talking... (other than that Sin/Mas/Sharr doujin nothing is coming to mind though)

my cross over ship: Haven’t thought about it

my kink: Have him tied up?

a head cannon fact: Belly buttons still bother him? Even with how rampant they’re shown off in Sindria.

my gender bend: Now the confidence would look good on her

[shih-coulda-had-it]

3, nana, nana's husband and sorahiko pls ;-;

YEAH YEAH YEAH

3. "How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?" | ShimurasTorino | wc: 1,806 (marginally helped by the fact that i have scraps of this ot3 dating back to like. 2019.)

a/n: Yourou Sakumo (妖狼 作物) is my stand-in for the OG Mr. Shimura. He's a local pro-hero named Wolfheart (because his names are related to... Inuyasha and Naruto characters...), specializing in long-term cases connected with Quirk villains. He looks like a tall and buff Kotarou (sans the little hair forelock).

//

(nana)

Against all logic, Nana brings Sorahiko to her first date with Sakumo.

He’s only supposed to be there for the first five minutes, though, to act as a visual insurance. The shovel to the shovel talk! Nana had reasonably pointed out that she was already on a first-name basis with their fellow pro-hero, and Sorahiko sullenly agreed to remove himself after Sakumo registered the presence of Nana’s partner lurking behind her.

“Nice joint,” says Sorahiko in a clipped voice.

“It’s a coffee shop,” Nana responds, nudging him with her toe. They’ve grabbed an inside table for two, and there’s an open box of pastries sitting between them. She picks at her pain au chocolat with a fork, peeling the flaky layers with painstaking care.

In contrast, Sorahiko drums his fingers on the table’s surface, glaring daggers at the glass door.

“He’s not late,” she says, before Sorahiko can start, and Nana decides to distract herself by chasing the conversation down a proverbial rabbit hole. “What’s with you, anyway? You like Wolfheart!”

“‘Wolfheart’ can be different from ‘Sakumo.’”

“Some of us wear our hearts on our sleeves.”

“What sleeves?” he asks pointedly, switching the target of his critical gaze from the door to her bared arms. Nana flexes for him; he snorts, but he can’t hide his grin. “I just want him to know that you’re not - well. Alone.”

“You say it like I’ve just left my parents to have an adventure in the big city.”

“Wide-eyed and hopeful,” Sorahiko agrees.

“Desperate and lonely.”

“Who are we describing here? You or me?”

Nana laughs instead of answering, because banter deserves to be left on a high note. No need to drag self-deprecating humor into the ring. As she picks up her cup of latte, Sorahiko lifts his mug of coffee, the dark roast lightened with milk and sweetened with brown sugar, and ceramic meets ceramic in a satisfying clink.

“Shimura-san, Torino-san!” a welcome voice calls out, and they both look towards the entrance to see Yourou Sakumo beaming while he approaches the table. His casual wear is similar to Nana’s: denim jeans and a nice t-shirt. It makes Sorahiko the most well-dressed at the table, if only because he’s wearing a yellow collared shirt.

“Sakumo-kun!” Nana greets.

Before Sorahiko can enact his master plan of making Sakumo wait for Sorahiko to give up the seat, Sakumo closes the distance and pulls up a third chair to the table. He is still smiling.

Nana is abruptly aware that there isn’t a whole lot of space under the table. Her knee is touching Sakumo’s, and her other leg’s foot is pressed up against Sorahiko’s. It taps on reflex, which only brings Sorahiko to this realization as well.

Nana can read his face.

She can also read the crawling flush of heat spreading from his ears to his cheeks.

“I’m glad you started without me,” says Sakumo, cheerful. “The line looked very long.”

“It’s a nice - place,” Sorahiko manages to say. “We caught the staff before the rush hour.”

“We were mostly people-watching,” Nana volunteers. She’s fascinated by this development in Sorahiko’s attitude towards Sakumo, and the more she thinks about it, how easily Sakumo had accepted Sorahiko’s presence at their table.

“A good way to pass the time. Any familiar faces?”

“Just strangers going about their day.” A thought occurs to her. “Ah, Sakumo-kun… I know it’s because I don’t use a mask to cover my face, but what gave Sorahiko away? The hair?”

Sakumo shakes his head. “A full head of gray hair isn’t that uncommon today. No, I - ” he pauses, and turns pink. “I have a keen sense of smell.”

It’s not just Nana that needs to process this; Sorahiko is struck silent, and then, almost indignantly, he says, “You can’t have memorized my scent. I was in the air and upwind for all the times we’ve met.”

“You and Shimura-san have distinct notes,” says Sakumo delicately.

And seeing as Nana was the one who’d closely interacted with Sakumo throughout the Ithoru case, that meant - Nana joins the other two in blushing. Really? Really! Sakumo had picked up Sorahiko’s scent off Nana? And he hadn’t jumped to the wrong conclusions? He’d still agreed to this date?

“Good to know,” Sorahiko croaks. He clears his throat. “Shimura, this is a sign for you to stop hugging me.”

“Who hugged whom last!” she shoots back, and out of the corner of her eye, she sees Sakumo’s smile soften, like the two of them squabbling is a precious sight.

(sorahiko)

His partner (and his partner’s… partner) refuse to let Sorahiko tipsily catch the last train back to Yamanashi City, and instead coax him into staying at their now-shared apartment. He is tugged back from the genkan, and sat on the sofa by Sakumo. Nana tosses a quick excuse over her shoulder (getting him Sakumo’s pajamas) before leaving them alone.

Sakumo places a glass of room-temperature water in Sorahiko’s hand, encouraging Sorahiko to use a firmer grip by demonstration.

“Mrgh,” says Sorahiko dazedly. “Did I ask for water?”

“I don’t think it’s a question of wanting it,” says Sakumo, amused and not hiding it very well. His fingers are thick. Broad like Nana’s. Long enough, Sorahiko thinks, and then saws off the train of thought.

He wrinkles his nose. “I don’t need it, then. I didn’t drink that much.”

“You’re not very good with hard liquor, are you?”

“I’m good,” Sorahiko insists, and obligingly sips the water. He rolls it in his mouth to wash out the lingering floral note from the gin cocktail, then swallows, hard. He looks expectantly at Sakumo, who is sitting beside him. Dark eyes blink in bemusement, then…

“He drank the water, right?” Nana’s voice rings through the apartment.

“Ah,” says Sakumo, and checks Sorahiko’s waiting expression. His mouth quirks into a smile. “You’re good, Sorahiko-san.”

A tiny shiver of something curls in the pit of his stomach, and Sorahiko tilts his head, trying to puzzle out the meaning. At that moment, Nana returns with sleepwear, a spare blanket, and a pillow. She circles the sofa and sits by Sorahiko’s other side, soft things gathered in her lap.

Nana studies Sorahiko; whatever she finds must satisfy her, because then she also says, “Good job, Sorahiko.”

“For hydrating myself properly?” He ignores the urge to preen over the praise.

“For not running away given half the chance,” she answers, dry, and then transfers her items to Sorahiko. “C’mon, Sakumo, let’s bounce. Sorahiko, you remember where the bathroom is?”

“Yeah,” he says, and watches them leave. He curls his hands into tight white-knuckled fists, resisting the impulse to clutch at their shirts. The both of them run insanely hot. Consequently, they like their apartment freezing, and Sorahiko - who prefers his jumpsuits with full coverage and thickly insulated - suffers the brunt of the chill.

He checks the quality of the clothes and the blanket; Sorahiko exhales with relief when he finds them suitable for the couple’s arctic habitat.

(sakumo)

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Sakumo crawls back up from between Nana’s legs to kiss his girlfriend, his fiancée, one of the loves of his life—Sakumo freezes mid-kiss. “Um,” he says against her lips, torn between committing to open, honest communication and risking getting thrown out of bed.

“What’s up, honey,” says Nana, dazed but slowly regaining her equilibrium.

“Just a… thought,” he mutters.

She pats his cheek good-naturedly, and then licks the corner of his mouth. “Missed a spot,” is her excuse. “What are you thinking?” Slowly, her hand creeps to his unattended erection; Sakumo jerkily thrusts into her grip, a shaky exhale leaving him.

“I can tell you later.”

Nana hums, and she flicks her wrist on the upstroke, tightening her grip at the head. He groans against her throat, but it doesn’t stop her from threatening, “I can start guessing.”

“It’s not - appropriate.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” she says. Her pace is drawing to a halt, but the trade-off is that she’s dragging out each touch, the sensation heavy and electrifying to Sakumo’s cock. So, slowly, he constructs a question she won’t feel pressured to answer.

“How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?”

She completely stills.

Sakumo fumbles with the beat of silence, blurting out, “Not like an open relationship! I’m thinking more of, ah, a genuine third person. Who we would love, and they’d love us. They’d move into our bed, and we’d go out for meals, and even if we couldn’t all three get married - ”

“You have someone in mind,” Nana realizes.

He cringes. “I. Yes.”

“... Who?”

“Sorahiko,” Sakumo confesses, and he hastens to correct any misconceptions. “It’s not because I thought about cheating, whether it’s me and him, or you and him, but I am thinking that… that we should court him.”

“Huh,” says Nana.

““He’s absolutely devoted to us, I can smell it,” Sakumo keeps babbling. “You’re his best friend, and he loves you a lot, and he looks at us when we touch, and he looks sad and longing—”

“Wait, wait,” she interjects, “slow down. You’re—this is a lot to unpack, Sakumo, especially when I’ve got your cock in my hand.”

“I’m sorry,” he responds, miserable. “But your best friend is very attractive and attracted to us, and it’s not something I can stop thinking about.”

Nana studies him, and behind those storm gray eyes, she’s probably contemplating whether or not she should kill him for thinking impure thoughts about her closest, longest, bestest friend in her life. Sakumo isn’t even jealous of their bond; his nature admires it, and wants to be a part of it, and when Nana organized their dates to include Sorahiko, Sakumo endeavored to make sure the man didn’t feel like a third-wheel.

But after Sakumo proposed to Nana, he suspects he made a wrong turn somewhere and left something—someone—behind.

Yet he didn’t know if Nana held anything beyond an intensely platonic affection.

“Okay, we’re talking seriously about this later,” she declares, “but for now, let’s fuck.”

Sakumo flushes pink. He lets his hips grind forward. “Whatever you want,” he agrees and catches the slow widening of a white-toothed grin.

“Yeah? Tell me what you want to do with Sorahiko,” she dares, and his hips stutter.

“What?”

She spreads her legs, lifts one to press against his side. “I’m still wet,” she breathes. “Fuck me, and tell me what you want Sorahiko to do.” Nana reels him in; he moans at the heat and the slick tightness, and she gasps at the breach, whining as he pushes further in. “Tell me,” she repeated.

Sakumo is already out of breath. But he had entertained not a few dreams about Sorahiko and Nana and him altogether, so he figures he owes them to his fiancée.

[artekai]

Chey, for the character ask! >:D GIMME YOUR HONEST THOUGHTS BRO

I'M SO SORRY I KEPT YOU WAITING I AM BACK FRIEND :D

And yay, it's the girl!!!! :D

What I like about them

What's not to like!!! Herbo! :D Lovable dumbass! :D Mookie defender, just like me ^^ Kai's beloved sister! She's funny and friend-shaped and angsty and traumatized but she's being so brave about it :') And she's not afraid for fight for what she believes in! I like how I added Kai to feel better about rejecting Takuto's reality and then you told me about Chey and tipped the scales back in Mookie's favor :| Now if I were to made the same choice again I'd know that the fate of these two kids is resting in my hands and no matter which reality I choose one of them is gonna inevitably end up losing and aaaaaaaaaa *shakes you*

So, what do you do? Do you subject Kai to identity death, in exchange for the happiness of millions of people? Or do you subject Chey to literal death, in exchange for free will? Dammit, Takuto, pls look what you're doing to your children, you're tearing your family apart 😭😭😭

What I dislike about them

Nothing :) To be clear I think her attitude towards Akechi, Makoto, and Akiren is funny lmao. If I were Akiren I'd be too scared to go anywhere near Kai but too scared to leave him too like

It's perfect lmao.

But please someone tell her that mirroring is natural and we all do it to some degree girl pls sadfdgfhgjhk

She does need to take better care of herself tho!! That I can say haha :')

Favourite moment

I liked when she sided with Takuto in his reality, you go queen!! :3

I also liked the Black Mask AU when she started killing transphobes, absolute queen shit <3

I once joked to myself that if Kai got a Death Note he'd just start killing transphobes and then it'd kill him on the inside because he'd want to reveal himself and be recognized as a hero but he'd know he can't let the secret get out so :') idk. Imagine them working together ^^

She's just so based in general and I love her lol

I also like how ruthless yet so angsty she is in the angel!Chey AU??? Like holy shit O.O

Least favourite moment

Can't think of anything lol

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

Sorry for always bringing Kai into everything lol but I'm still SO hung up on that "you were always the greater of us" line like ;;;-;;; Does she really see herself as inferior to Kai...? And it's so tragic because she's getting all of the parental approval that's making Kai feel inferior even if he won't admit it to himself and she still feels inferior and he doesn't know that and *EXPLODES*

TAKUTO YOU ARE TEARING YOUR FAMILY APART

But other than that!! I do wanna know more about her family situation before she came to Japan :3 Does she feel homesick? Even if her situation is better now, it's not easy to let go of what you've always known :(

Oh! Also her situation post-canon as an android! :D

An interesting AU for this character

I quite like the selkie AU :3 As for anything new, I can't come up with anything rn lol.

A crossover

The Horizon AU!!! :D We talked a little about her and Artekai last time but I wonder what she would think of the canon characters and the other AIs and their relationships with Kai and all ^^

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

Hmm, I haven't really thought about it ¯_(ツ)_/¯

Other ships?

Yeah, haven't thought about it lol. I also don't know what kind of people she'd be into, or if she'd be into anyone at all, so I don't wanna assign her someone blindly haha :')

BROTP

Kai and Chey best siblings forever!!!!!! :D It's so good to compare and contrast them. And their dynamic too, lol, I'm sure the teasing is great. You may also include Sumi or Ryuji or Ann or Yusuke if you'd like, lol, that would be a sweet friend group :3

I also like the father-daughter thing she's got going on with Takuto hehe, it's cute ^^

NOTP

...... ¯_(ツ)_/¯

An assortment of headcanons! 

Idk. Imagine Kai addressing her as bootlicker bc of Takuto lol. Imagine them having a sleepover with Sumi and they have the most ruthless pillow fight ever with poor Sumi stuck in the middle lol. Takuto tries to check on them but a pillow almost topples him over as soon as he walks in lol. Imagine playing harmless pranks on their dad like drawing on his face while he sleeps on the couch and stuff like that :3 Them just challenging each other to do increasingly stupid stuff and Takuto losing his mind trying to stop them lol.

[desidarling123]

Reviewing the Grishaverse Couples (Canon and Non-Canon/Alternate Universe) just because I can, here we go:

These are not based *strictly* on the books, but rather the Netflix show, which appears to have spawned ✨all the ships✨ as of late.

DISLAIMER: I don't hate any ships! And I won't tolerate any slander. Creativity is the core to all fandoms, and that's what shipping (canon or otherwise) is ultimately all about. Cool? Cool.

CANON COUPLES:

Darkling/Alina aka DARKLINA: What I came for TBH, though not necessarily what kept me watching through the end (damn you, episode 5! you got me so confused! ahhh but also corruption arc for Alina? hmmmm) Jessie and Ben have chemistry in spades, and Ben emotes well for an ancient asshat. These two have great fic potential.

Mal/Alina aka MALINA: Sweet! A little boring to me initially tbh, but much better on rewatch. They are each other's safe haven, and there's something really lovely about that. I like them together.

Kaz/Inej aka KANEJ: GOD TIER. THEY'VE RUINED EVERYTHING ELSE FOR ME. NOTHING EVEN COMES CLOSE. THE FUCKING PINING BITCH. HE LOVES HER. SO SO MUCH. 1000000000/10.

Full disclosure: I came for Darklina, but stayed for Kanej. And, at this rate, will happily suffer countless seasons where the most they do is maybe hold hands but also Netflix please let them heal their trauma together and kiss at least once for my poor shipper heart PLEASE

Nina/Matthias aka HELNIK: They're cute. Almost a little too on-the-nose with the tropes for me, personally, but the actors make it work.

Jesper/Stable Boy: Honestly? Good for Jesper. The only person on the show who actually managed to get laid onscreen. He deserves it.

Genya/David: Also very cute, though they don't necessarily occupy much brain space. I like that David is this awkward little dork but he's just. So good for Genya. It's very pure and she really needs that.

Darkling/Zoya: Zoya, baby, you deserve better. That said, I wish the show had explored their backstory a bit more. These two would clearly put the T in toxic (Aleksander largely being the one to blame here, of course).

Ivan/Feydor: As someone else put it, these two can be summarized simply by -- be gay and do crimes. They're real cute. If only they weren't Team Darkling.

NON-CANON/ALTERNATE UNIVERSE:

AKA time for some ✨multishipper controversy✨

Darkling/Inej aka DARKEJ: I am extremely biased since I've written for them, but honestly? I would like to convert you all. This pairing has POTENTIAL. The sinner and the saint, the immortal and the ordinary. Also they both have this elegant, shadowy grace to them. Bonus points? Kaz getting a whiff of this nonsense and meticulously planning how to cut up Aleksander into a million tiny little pieces lol.

Darkling/Kaz aka DARKAZ: Sexy. So so sexy. Not in a physical sense (for obvious reasons' on Kaz' end, unless you go AU with that aspect, too) but more a battle of brains. Would inevitably end with Kaz slitting the Darkling's throat, somehow as he should, lmao.

Kaz/Alina aka KAZALINA: I didn't understand this, initially. They barely interacted and Kaz seemed more the type to drag Alina by the kefta than woo her. However, I saw a bunch of people on TikTok attacking someone who made a fantastic AU video edit, (and by a bunch I mean at least two attack videos amassing 10K+ likes total) -- so now I ship it purely out of spite, LOL. It only works in an AU where Inej doesn't exist or Kanej is somehow still endgame, but you know what? The saint and the nonbeliever has some potential. I dig it.

Kaz/Jesper aka KESPER: There's some basis for it in the books. I do prefer them as friends (and come on! Wylan!) but again, I get it.

Jesper/Inej: I... want whatever y'all are smoking bc it must be AMAZING (I kid, I kid). While I can't fully claim to understand it, I love both characters, want nothing but the best for them, and am not entirely opposed to it given the right premise. And Jesper did say he'd kill a man for Inej pretty much without hesitation...

Kaz/Jesper/Inej: OT3 vibes. I haven't read anything with these three just yet but I think, done right, it could be absolutely perfect.

Inej/Alina: I feel like Inej's piety would actually get in the way of a true relationship but I think it's cute as a one-sided crush, Inej on Alina.

Mal/Inej: This one is probably the most random of the Inej ships, but I'm team "Give Inej All The Love" so I'll let this one slide. Also, Amita and Archie low-key have crazy chemistry off-set so again. I get it.

Mal/Kaz: ... does this even exist? Lol I think Mal would definitely drive Kaz up the goddamn wall

Mal/Darkling: Objectively hilarious to me on several counts LMAO (that fight scene at the end of episode 8 PLS). BUT there's a fine line between love and hate... maybe it's not Alina they were after but each other all along

Alina/Genya: Again, god-tier. Also, makes Genya's later betrayal of Alina extra tasty in my opinion. So yeah, add in a dash of heartbreak why not?!?

Alina/Zoya: Enemies to lovers excellence. Though Zoya clearly has some internalized self-hatred to work through (baby WHAT was that half-breed comment?), I don't hate it. Maybe some day...

[malecacidd]

yesss poly jatp fic recs pls :D

I have SO many so I'm gonna do a mix of different ships

Luke/Alex/Willie

I've only recently gotten into this ship but I love it with my entire heart,,, it's just,,, them,,,

The Storm Before The Rainbow by @random-nerd-3

Luke has been harboring crushes for Willie since he met the guy six months ago, and he's been in love with Alex since they broke up in high school. When he runs away from them during a storm he goes to Reggie, Bobby and Nick for advice, and then like always Luke returns home to his lighthouse, guiding him home whenever he's adrift in the sea.

Reggie/Luke/Bobby

As well all know, my personal favorite KFKXKDKDK I love these boys sO much and I'm about to rec pretty much every fic in their tag get ready

i guess we belong to each other by @sunsetcurvecuddles

“Shut up,” Bobby grumbles, and dumps the whole pile of blankets on top of Reggie. “You guys are stupid. You're both out here, in the freezing cold, and neither of you come wake me up?”

“We didn't want—” Luke starts, at the same time as Reggie insists, “You were sleeping—!”

Or, Luke and Reggie huddle in the cold studio until Bobby comes to (grouchily) warm them up.

The Inherent Intimacy of Writing a Country Song by @oldsmobile-hotdogs

Bobby and Luke hadn't really known what to expect when they finally gave in to Reggie's begging and pleading for them to learn a country song, just the three of them.

what a blessing (to feel your love) by wildflower (on ao3)

luke has two approaches to his crushes:

- nice and soft, joke with him not about him, be sweet because he's sweet (reggie)

- put shaving cream under his pillow. put a note in his locker that says "get out of my band loser". call him a nice petname, like, scum of the earth. (bobby)

or:

reggie Knows bobby and luke like each other. but it also turns very confusing and just something doesn't add up, ever. until it does.

Anddddd shameless self promo here is a link to all of my rebuke fics on ao3

Alex/Reggie/Luke/Bobby

Polycurve,,,, my beloved,,,

Red Cast by InvisibleAce (on ao3)

Reggie overhears something he shouldn't. Upset, he goes home and has to deal with his drunken mom.

In the mists of helping her, he falls down the stairs and breaks his wrist. He'd call the guys if they weren't the reason for his current heartbreak.

All This Feeling Second Best, It’s Got Me by the Throat by @aroacethetic-shitpost

Bobby Reynolds didn't know much, but he did know three things.

One: His band — Alex, Luke, and Reggie — were his best friends.

Two: The three of them were inseparable. Soulmates, even, as cheesy as that sounded.

Three: He was never going to be a part of that.

-

classic bobby pining angst with a side of touch starved, coming right up!

A Tomb With a View by InvisibleAce (on ao3)

It seemed to happen in slow motion. The man on stage looked up, flicking his hair out of his face with the quick motion of his head. Luke’s eyes went wide, anxiety and hope bloomed in his chest as he took in Bobby.

Or

The boys find a familiar face when visiting the Hollywood Ghost Club

Alex/Luke/Reggie

Not my absolute favorite, but I have a few recs for the boysss

Hearts on Fire by @aroacethetic-shitpost

Alex gets dared to kiss someone.

He freezes. He and Luke had just broken up, and while he wouldn’t mind getting to kiss him again, it seems like that would just cause more problems. So he picks Reggie. They’re friends, right? What’s a little kissing between friends?

He didn’t expect Reggie to be so… good at it.

-

sunset curve ot3 ftw babey! here's some boys pining and angsting and getting together and kissing

We are here, together. by What_point (on ao3)

Is this okay?" asked Alex, his face so close Reggie could feel his breath against his cheek.

"Yeah,"— Reggie cleared his throat when it comes out high pitched —"Yeah, this is okay."

"Just okay?" Luke's voice was muffled. Reggie could feel his lips move through his shirt while he talked.

"No, yeah, more than okay, it's great." His voice cracked, shooting up at the end.

Julie/Luke/Reggie

THEM!!!!! THEM THEM THEM!!!!! I LOVE THEM MORE THAN ANYTHING!!!

love like a storm by thessalonike (on ao3)

“He’s afraid, isn’t he?” she asks Reggie later. “Of thunder?”

Reggie winces, caught in the lie of omission... but at least he knows better than to play dumb about it. “Yeah,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Kind of? It’s more... the storms themselves, really. Since he was a kid, they’ve always freaked Luke out. He used to hide in his bedroom closet during the worst ones... it made him feel safe. I think he still goes there now, even though his parents don’t know he’s around.”

Julie’s heart breaks for him all over again — Luke, frightened and lonely, beyond even the comfort of his parents, riding out the storm surge on his own.

They can’t allow that. There’s got to be something they can do.

Not a Burn of Jealousy by snowflake97 (on ao3)

Flynn didn’t know what she was expecting when she rushed to Julie’s house following the latest 9-1-1 text, but it wasn’t that she would find her best friend on YouTube, watching videos of her own band performing.

“I think Luke’s in love with Reggie.” Julie moaned as she spotted her friend, paused the video, and then flopped back onto her bed.

-

Julie has a revelation that there might be something going on between Luke and Reggie, which is a shame, because she knows she's got a crush on Luke. But she soon realises that things aren't even as simple as that, when she discovers that she also has feelings for Reggie.

thinking out loud by thessalonike (on ao3)

Julie never knows what she's going to walk in on, nowadays. Two ghosts bustling around her kitchen, trying to figure out how to make pasta, is just the latest in a long string of surprises.

“If anyone could burn pasta, it’d be you guys,” she muses.

Luke grins at her. “We come with a lotta talents.”

And Julie is impossibly fond of them both.

--

These aren't all the ones I have but they are my favorites!! Please talk to me about them if you do read them I love them so much jdkzkdkzk

[a-tomb-with-a-view]

Full fic rec list, because people have asked

Be warned: chaos and lots of swearing ahead.

Everything by @on-irratia but also I made a specific list of the shit of hers that I adore which you can find here. Here is my list of Bobby fic recs and also my list of Alex fic recs, if there’s anything specific you’re looking for lemme know and I’ll make a smaller list for you :))

Genuinely I love so many fics so obviously not everything is here and this is super tiring so I’m not doing another big, non-specific one for a while, so please feel free to add on or tag authors I don’t have the @ of, there is so much I know I haven’t gotten in here

Sea Shanties Have Nothing On You

Starting in hot with some ralex, its soft, its sweet, I just want a bf/gf to watch me fondly as I lose my fucking mind over a washed in ship wreck at the arse crack of dawn pls & thank. It’s the first of a series, they’re all soft and make me missed being hugged, there’s some boggie, some willex, it’s so soft

Author’s @ unknown

I’ll Bend And I’ll Break But That’s Just The Way I’m Made

The juke? Impeccable. The willex? Sublime. The soft boggie? Amazing. The Reggie-with-an-invisible-disability? So fucking far up my my street. I got to learn something, I got to feel something, loved it

@sweetheartreggie idk why this won’t link

Maybe You Find It Stuck In Your Molars

Genuinely this author slaps and I love all their boggie but this one made me incredibly soft, I loved it, Luke being oblivious, Bobby being mr no feelings until his bf or his best friend needs assurance or love bc he found three needy bitches and said these are mine 💜 and I love him for it

@sunsetcurvecuddles

BOBBY’S SEXUALITY CRISIS SUMMER

Okay I love Agnes and everything she’s done, obviously, but this is just so bloody fun, and so fucking soft, and it had insights into Bobby’s relationship with everyone and I just thought it was neat yk

@the-anxious-gay-drummer

Maybe We’re Meant To Be

I genuinely don’t know what it is about this fic, but I just started crying halfway through it. I don’t even mean like my eyes got glassy and my shoulders shook a little bit, which is usually the extent of my feelings, I mean I literally sat there and fucking cried for ten minutes, it’s got some phantoms ot3 and some bobby&willie qpr and I love it sm

I don’t know if the author currently has a tumblr

(You Know) The Rest By Heart

This is some good ole phantoms ot3, we have their friendship with Bobby, their friendship with each other, their relationship developing from three ridiculously codependent friends to three ridiculously corrodent more-than-friends which is incredibly true to form and it just gives the good ole warm and fuzzies

Idk the authors @

I’ve Been So Good (Where The Hell Is The Karma)

I’m a sucker for some good ghost Bobby shit, anf this is the good ghost Bobby shit. We got different times of death, some emotional processing, some boggie, it’s fuckin awesome

@itsthebooks

Relight The Spark

Ray!!! Adopts!!!! Some!!!!! Motherfucking!!!!! Ghosts!!!!!! That’s literally all I have to say on this one it made me so fuckin soft and ugh just go read some ray&reggie y’all it’s chicken soup for the soul

Idk the author’s @

Breathe These City Lights

Just. Willex being fucking adorable, man. Just willex being the softest bastards to grace the face of the planet. I got literally nothing else to say, it’s soft, it’s sweet, and willex

@sunsetsandcurves

Dude, Where Are My Keys?

God this makes me so fucking soft, it’s Ray!! Adopting!!!! Reggie!!! Except more like Reggie adopting Ray but Idgaf this is just the actual height of adorable

@thedeathdeelers

I’ll Keep Us Together (Whatever It Takes)

God man. I just reread this because I’m literally just going through my comments to find things I’ve commented on to see if I wanna put them in here and good god. It fucking wrecked me again it’s incredible. The willex, the longing, the slight angst? Incredible

@sunsetcurbed

Family Matters

Ray!!! Adopts!!!!! Some!!!!!! Mcfuckin!!!!! Ghosts!!!!!!!! Like. God this is so soft and sweet and I would like to be hugged by a father pls and thank you <3

Idk the author’s @

You’re Pulling Down My Walls Like You’re My Only Sun

This fic is just. It’s so fucking beautiful, and it goes into different types of love and different expressions of love, and there’s Alex and the guys and willex and it’s just. It’s rly good kiddos it’s rly fucking good

Call My Bluff/Call Me Babe

*screeches in fake dating and yearning and pining and holymotherfuckingsonofabitch this is so soft*

Idk the author’s @

But I Think I’m Lost Without You

Would recommmend reading the sequel immediately after for the sake of not wanting to cry, but honestly this and the sequel are so so good and I loved the insight into the boys and Bobby and the dumbassery of them not knowing they’re all in love and I really loved the storytelling of this with the photos and the little anecdotes

Idk the author’s @

Umm, I Never Went To Oovoo Javer

This is just fucking funny ngl. It’s funny, it’s sweet, you’ll have a great time, what more could you possibly want? Willex? Well this bad boy has that too

@sunnylemonss

There are many that I’ve undoubtedly missed because I’m not smart enough to keep a note of fics I’ve enjoyed, but I’ll prolly do this again at some point, so enjoy these kids

[adhdmondo]

for the ask game!! Hiro and makoto :)

Makoto:

do I like them: Yeah!!! Little guy!! He makes me :))

5 good qualities: caring, passionate, perseverant, forgiving, headstrong

3 bad qualities: desperately optimistic, gullible, sometimes a lil dumb

favourite episode/etc: I really like the moments that Makoto has after each trial/execution. I think his consideration and care for his peers is really shown there. Even if they killed someone, he still cares about them as his friends and understands that they are victims of their situation too (i.e. being put in the killing game in the first place).

otp: I dunno, I tend to like most Makoto ships I think they're pretty cute.

brotp: sayaka and him are besties for life <33 ALSO HIM AND KOMARU SOOOOOO SO IMPORTANT

ot3: Naegamigiri is cute :) Personally the way I see it is that Kyoko and Byakuya are both dating Makoto and they are the most bestie-worstie metamours

notp: komaru. some people are freaks for real.

best quote: "Because all I can do is keep moving forward. That's pretty much all I'm good at, ya know?" I feel like this highlights a lot of how sad Makoto's character is, as someone who perseveres and fights to inspire others because without hope, who is he?

head canon: daisies are his favorite flower.

Hiro:

do I like them: I care Hiro v much he is my big brother

5 good qualities: paternal, light-hearted, imaginative, supportive, unafraid to admit when he's wrong

3 bad qualities: aloof, in denial, whatever was going on with the way he treated Sakura like wtf

favourite episode/etc: Hiro in chapter 3 is very sweet how he takes charge of the team in Taka's absence :)) too bad we don't get to see it after that chap cause getting framed for murder makes his anxiety go 📈

otp: daiyakure my beloved :))

brotp: He is the big brother of everyone in the class. Goes around adopting all these crazy kids like it's nobody's business. King.

ot3: dont have one

notp: him and his classmates like pls he's a whole adult

best quote: "After all, the more friends the merrier, right!? Check this out! Friendship has no survival value. Instead, it gives value to survival." SO TRUE YASUHIRO I love how Hiro enjoys the little things in life. Oh how I care him.

head canon: his chance of his predictions being correct is actually much higher, they just are very vague and hard to interpret.

[pinktatertots99]

Jyugo, Uno, Qi and Liang for the 'give me a character and i'll answer with' thing please? :)

-spit takes- gegus, alrighty here tf we go

give me a character and i’ll answer

Jyugo

do I like them: yes he's a good boi

5 good qualities: good hearted, laid back, pretty eyes, really good at fighting somewhat, and nice lockpicking skills

3 bad qualities: tad insensitive, a bit too oblivious sometimes, aaaand uhhh -fuck uhhh what else?- is too mean to seitarou.

favourite episode/etc: fuck uhhh, anime wise it'd be the one where he opens up to uno on his whole situation. manga wise def chapter 138 "what they both need". but also chap 188 "healed scars"

otp: well damn jyugo/uno mostly it's the only one i've been into so far.

brotp: honestly just about everyone for the most part, jyugo's a good friend. think it's tied between rock and nico tho.

ot3: hmmmm, well fuck probably just the rest of his cellmates thats too hard to figure out.

notp: -looks at the hajime related one- not even gonna type the name of it in but you know.

best quote: "i'll face you properly, you and everything else. so don't shoulder everything on your own. don't try to do everything on your own anymore. stop pushing yourself. i can hear everyone of your words. i believe in you. after all you and i are the same" -chapter 138

head canon: besides the obvious autism hc i always have for my faves, i'll say he has a vague interest in rodents.

Uno

do I like them: well yeah he's a good boi too.

5 good qualities: pretty hair, open minded, good eyesight for details, intelligent, positive.

3 bad qualities: insensitive, weird around girls or the subject, jealousy.

favourite episode/etc: probably the new years tournament vs honey and trois. manga wise chapter 95 "i can't stand your face".

otp: -points to jyugo-

brotp: also jyugo but also mostly everyone.

ot3: honey and trois those three would be a funny disaster.

notp: -points to hajime...or any of the supervisors tbh-

best quote: "-but if it's too hard for you to tell me about that, then you don't have to talk. since i'm sure i'm not in the same situation as you. i don't always know what your thinking, so i can only go by your words. i'll wait patiently until then." - chapter 95

head canon: finds gordon ramsey overrated. [random i know lol]

Qi

do I like them: yeah he's cool.

5 good qualities: level headed, relaxed, good hearted, pretty eyes pls take off your glasses more often, and nice arms.

3 bad qualities: too laid back sometimes, pls sir take care of yourself more often instead of giving too much to others, a dick.

favourite episode/etc: the hachiman background in both anime and manga.

otp: qi/liang ftw man

brotp: inori definietly.

ot3: hmmmmm, something bout him samon and inori intrigues me. god poor samon having two annoyingly lazy boyfriends. -or fuji san and kusatsu i ALMOST FORGOT MY OLD MAN POLYCULE-

notp: -gestures to upa-

best quote: "that's not what makes me happy supervisor-san. it wasn't because i was honest. it was because you believed me." chapter 91 "cell 8 is scary when they're pissed off"

head canon: functional bisexual outta the other disaster bi/pan's of the cast. also his glasses are just for show and protect him when doing his chemistry.

Liang

do I like them: i mean yall seen my thirst posts, 'like' is an understatement.

5 good qualities: pretty everything, naive, slowly growing open minded, good taste in food, caring.

3 bad qualities: selfish, closed minded sometimes, tempermental.

favourite episode/etc: the one where he and rock chat after the new years tournament in both anime and manga.

otp: -points to qi-

brotp: rock

ot3: hmmmmmm, -looks at both rock and qi-...intriguing.

notp: -points to samon-

best quote: ‘the “freedom” rock talked about. i finally understand, what it means. i think “freedom” for me is being able to do something. or being able to accomplish something. you were the one who gave me that chance. jyugo, you have my thanks’ - chapter 82 “motive, chance, revenge” also “sorry, i was taught to never hold back” - chapter 83 “dance performance’

head canon: would be a pretty good baker.

[luxken]

rules: list 5 otps from 5 fandoms, then tag 10 people to pass it on

tagged by: @captainremwrites​ well more like i saw this and was obligated to do it and hey free realestate

hp; harry/hermione/ron (they are amazing together the og ot3),the golden trio (they are brilliant together ppl should appreciate their friendship more), wolfstar (I am tRash leaf me alone-), the marauders (tragic boys D;;;;) tomarry/harrymort (I love both of these sm, the dynamic is legit everything and I love the aesthetics associated w these two), harry/cedric (this is a ship full of romance, written in the stars type bullshit they are such husbands omg), harry & ginny (wlw/mlm solidarity right there) luna/ginny (cute little lesbian gfs what more could u want), severus/death (just cute tings), marlene/dorcas (AHHHH they are such a guilty pleasure of mine), hermione/pansy (they are conniving and will rule the world if no one stops them), harry/regulus (they would be so sad and cute together my heart bleeds), harry/sirius (also a guilty pleasure lmao), harry/george (george is just so calm and harry rlly needs that sometimes)

atla; zukka (tell me u didnt see this coming and I will accuse u of being more oblivious to love and affection than zuko), sokka & azula (they are both mad scientists and will blow shit up u cannot tell me they wouldn't be a grand time together), sokka & mai (yESS pls) teoaang (I havent posted anything for them yet but I will bc I luh them), suki/yue (they are so soft and happy pLS), katara/yue (this is top tier sappho in love w the moon shit right here), katara/suki (they are bad ass fighters and will crush anyone) suki/katara/yue (just some wlw nothing to see here), mai/ty lee (they are the epitome of goth girl/uwu), toph & zuko (sibling. siblings right there), azula/jin (this is relatively new compared to the others and im mad abt it for that very reason. azula is just so angry and jin is so soft and can help her heal skjka I love), hakoda/bato (just bros being husbands), sokka/jet (ik this is so weird but I just love the dynamics also their height difference is great), kanna/yugoda (I dont need to explain this u understand), kanna/hama (the tragedy of it all is very good, not good good ew I just like the circumstances they'd be in and I read this rlly good fic once sjdsdh it was amazing)

got; sansa/margaery (they are soft and feminine and lovely just pure femme/femme love), jon/robb (donthateme this is my comfort ship. also ppl ship jon/danaerys which is worse bc they're far closer in blood relation anyway imsosrry it just happened), lyanna/elia (they are WIVES), danaerys/missandei (wlw at its finest they are bestfriends who are in love), viserys/drogo (dont even get me started-)

gravity falls; dipper/bill (dont even @ me yes I ship dipper w a demonic triangle), pacifica/mabel (it just makes sense), dipper/robbie (for the lols)

skam france; elu (ur mad bro if u didnt see this coming its legit the icon for my ao3 acc), Daphné/Emma (I just like the vibes emma’s rlly chill and daphné’s batshit crazy so it works!) (im mostly here for elu bc they're are my love lmao)

damn I rlly didnt think I would go off that hard but guess what ya boi is full of surprises. this legit took me half an hour to do. also im in like less than ten fandoms full time so it was hard to find something that had enough for me to talk abt lmao. the amount of shit I had for atla was both surprising and not at all?? like we all know im obsessed but to that degree- 

if u guys want thats cool if not also cool @fixstationed @circleofplanets @treedaddyd @yeetmeintotheunknown @khaleeseas also anyone else who wants to do if u want tag me too!

[faorism]

needing the au to drop wherein i can commit to writing a historical au,, because since i first watched the db cooper job my mind went straight to OT3! OT3! OT3! (unlike with the van gogh job, since i aint playing with that fucking lieutenant)

one day maybe one dayyyyy i will sit down and i will write the ot3 into that episode's story. so, it'll be the backgrounds for the characters in the flashback (so, stephanie ritter, steve reynolds, and reggie wilkins), but with the necessary personality adjustments (parker, eliot, and hardison respectively). basically, vintage ot3 with some hot as hell aesthetics and secrets and avoiding as much as possible producing copraganda.

so. my thoughts. what i see happening. and this got super long so im throwing this under a cut. and for ease i will call them by their modern day canon names except when making a point.

first, general thoughts about the characters.

and so: steve to eliot. nothing much here on the surface. eliot still volunteers, too much an indoctrinated white man to have been forcibly drafted. so its still one man gone to war. one man come back. eliot would had been noticed early in training for his ability to pick shit up, and they teased at maybe sending him to a special unit. maybe they do, or maybe they don't because they just need to funnel fuckers to the jungle. the vietnam invasion was a terrorist imperialist venture and there's no romanticizing from me about anything done being at all valorous or special or brother-in-arms'y. and eliot commits war crimes under the american stars and stripes instead of just to keep moreau's champaign running. but also maybe moreau is eliot's superior. he certainly would have been rewarded for this ruthlessness. (eliot of course strove to impress moreau because there aint an eliot spencer who wasn't that man's dog at some point, i!!!! dont make the rules). eliot's friend died and eliot's gone off to carry out his wishes and moreau lets him because he Knows eliot is gonna come back. whether its to come back to the same squad, or follow him into deeper spy shit for the military, or to fuck off and go private. then eliot meets parker.

now. stephanie to parker. beth plays normal so well im mad at her, but there's something edgy and strategic about stephanie that i think parker can grab onto. i feel that maybe she was kind of a thief still, but there's more realism to this world so archie wasnt a super secret spy with lasers to practice with, but just a guy with sticky fingers whos a little bored and wants a protege. parker is good really good at what she does, and not having to deal with lasers makes me easy. but she's into scams that are less grifts and more Catch Me If You Can slight of hands. she's always looking for easy money (she was into lifting cars at one point! literally she follows where the crime is). she's doing something in an airport and someone tries to recruit her as a flight attendant because she's got the Look. and yall, flight attendants? that shit was like being a model and an astronaut and a time traveler back then. and according to a teacher i had, who once worked as in the f.a. union, those ladies back in the day were rad and queer and free spirited and runnnnning shit. i think, yes, it's a Job which i think we might resist placing parker into. but! of the jobs, at the time, i really see her rocking it during the time period. (also come on, the opportunities to swindle distracted people of their shit would be endless. they would just think they dropped their stuff in the airport! not that it was stolen.)

finally, reggie to alec. i think hardison will be the hardest to translate. even tho i admittedly listen to a lot of true crime podcasts, i dont know much about fbi life and also definitely don't know about it historically. part of me desperately wants to put him somewhere else even if it does have to stay within the fbi. i might cheat and make him like a Q(uartermaster) to 007/00s like in james bond, and he's like UGH this is horrible god i hate working for the fbi but they will give me funding so...... anyway, here's this totally cool [radio term]. that said, if hardison is stuck in the fbi, why he ends up there is that he is a fucking savant when it comes to research and the man can put together a presentation like no one else. that white man gets all the credit for profiling but it was hardison who goddamn was the google of the microfilm days. reggie felt super square but that might be because he had to deal with mcsweeties db cooper shit day in and day out for years. hardison is more himself. and definitely still a nerd. alec would be into dime fantasy novels and comics and ham radios and oh god he also would be into star trek like the original star trek as it came out and he would be into the zines yes! yessss. omg. also he plays a mean arcade cabinet. but he's mostly well adjusted but lonely. his colleagues dont appreciate him because fbi esp during that time were fucking wilding out and racist as hell aaaaaand im sorry im srry im trying so hard to have fbi hardison make sense but also! acab. ANYWAY.

second, the relationship

i think it would be fun to play with what it means to have parker/eliot start off first and bring in hardison afterwards. (if white collar is your thing, it would be like this canon divergent ot3 fic wherein peter burke is the last to join in.) i feel they would be Super Intense esp since they are carrying this big ass secret. kind of broken and dysfunctional and there's the passion and the commitment, but i think there's also a tenderness that's super hard for them to achieve? and i think there's a way that hardison plays such an important part in who they are and how they are. like, sure i think parker/eliot would have joy but they won't have levity. they would have compassion but they won't have gentleness.

eliot meets hardison after being recruited by nate. i think they get close because while nate and eliot have an interesting and compelling mentorship/friendship, nate is still eliots superior; sometimes its nice to complain about your boss, as hardison will say to eliot to try to make friends. i think hardison and eliot would become legit friends and not just work buddies because they are just not cut out of the same cloth as the rest of their colleagues. they grab beers after work. after hard days, hardison cajoles eliot into going to the arcade. they are friends. real real truly deep best friends, in a way hardison didn't think he could have with a fed and eliot didnt think he would have after his friend died. but also? they are like "buds" who are buds who are desperately tryna to cross any lines because there's a.... tension? an UST between them they dont know what to do with.

parker meets eliot by way of a "lets have my friend for dinner, he's a blast." and immediately immediately hardison is like... wow this woman is beautiful but like, really attracted to her personality. and parker things hardison is kinda dorky but cute dorkie? anyway, they have a puppy love situation growing. and it keeps growing until bam. eliot and parker are like. are we into alec???? fuck we are aren't we.

i think stephanie and steve would never tell reggie (even if somehow they were to be a thing). but parker and eliot? hell yeah they tell hardison. eventually. after a while. sooner than maybe they should. the tension if they should say something is one of the things that build up as UST between them for so long; parker and eliot know they are carrying this huge thing. two huge things. eliot being db cooper and also their massive crush on him.

if i could control myself to stick to a pwp, it would be another christmas. maybe the christmas nine (more?) years down the road. the damn snow grounded hardison's flight back to his nana's, and parker and eliot hear this and invite him over. the egg nog gets flowing and parker eventually is like,, fuck this. and comes onto hardison. and hardison would be like wow wow what but... idk, free love and swinging were In The Thoughts And Minds Of The People. he still checks in with eliot who is like. her body, man; i aint gonna tell her what to do. and for a sec hardison is like, man is this a cuck situation? i guess i can be for it but also...... aint mad if i aint alone. and eliot is so grateful and idk. i just want them all to be happy and having fun and no one to be left out. and yeah i am kinda brushing over a lot of the racial politics which, in a more developed fic rather than a pwp, would definitely need to be brought in; but idk that needs to just be in the bedrock of whatever plot is going into this.

it takes a lot of maneuvering of their lives but they make it work and eventually hardison is a keeper of eliot's secret too.

(apart from the historical aspect, another reason i probably won't actually write this is because i know myself. i would want to do worldbuilding. i would follow eliot and alec to their jobs, but i wouldnt want to write outright copaganda. the grit/realism i would be comfortable with would take a level of research i dont think i can commit to. but if someone wants to take this up or if you figure out a way around this issue, pls do i wont be mad)