#i know i’m forgetting characters but we haven’t done everyone yet

[baselessomgcpheadcanons]

been a long time since any of us posted here… maybe it’s time to throw some more of my baseless ideas into the void

-el

(also, we still take submissions!)

[mysterycitrus]

You’ve talked about how fandom treats jtodd & dick, so what are your thoughts on how fandom treats dick & tim?

There’s this post that’s asking about people’s batfamily hot takes, and I was scrolling through the reblogs bc I love drama. One of the “hot takes” was calling dick a bad brother bc of the bruce lost in time comic era. Specifically saying that fandom excuses dick’s shitty behavior towards Tim bc his dad (Bruce) died and because of the stress of taking care of the city by himself. While Tim was hurting because of the deaths of Kon, Bart, Jack, Steph, and Donna (idk why they included Donna as Tim’s grief and not Dick’s??) and therefore Tim’s & Dick’s hurt and stress aren’t the same. According to this person, Tim was going through it and Dick was making it worse.

Now, I’m not going to claim I know how everything went down since I haven’t read those comics yet, but this feels like a gross misunderstanding of the arc.

From what I’ve seen, fandom tends to invalidate and villainize Dick during this time in favor of Tim. Dick is not being excused, in fact he’s being blamed for things that are either not his fault or just made up in order to whump Tim. Idk that “hot take” just rubbed me the wrong way because of how one-sided it was, and I guess it made me wonder about your thoughts about Dick & Tim since I tend to agree with your opinions lmao

fundamentally the issue is this — dick grayson existing and being a good person is an obstacle for fanon angst. dick grayson being a good brother means that jtodd can’t just slot into his pre-existing relationships with tim and cass and damian. dick grayson being a good friends means that he’s close with the titans and the league because he’s competent and trusted. dick grayson being kind means that he didn’t abandon tim, he was literally trying to keep everything together after bruce’s death.

not to try and make it a grief olympics but as much as people talk about everyone tim has lost (and i think they must have been talking about dana winters in that post?) people seem to forget that dick’s city just got nuked + the fallout of nightwing 93 + donna dying + jade dying + the titans falling apart + he was just locked in arkham himself. like… his dad has just died, he’s had to fight off his brother who’d just tried to kill both tim and damian and been given custody over a kid who doesn’t trust him

red robin 2009 has done irreversible harm to tim drakes character. people using that as the starting point for reading about him is bad. it’s a comic about a grief spiral, and it isn’t an amazing depiction of him either. but even then, people just seem to love straight up fabricating what’s in it.

dick tells tim that therapy might be a good idea. tim tells dick that he’s leaving because he trusts dick to let him do what he needs to do. even at his lowest point, dick is who he trusts most. those takes that’re like “tim drake was at his lowest point and then jtodd sees him and realises that he’s cool actually and they bond #jasontoddisagoodbrother #dickgraysonisabadbrother etc” because they like to posit that dick threatened to throw tim in arkham are so silly

that’s even ignoring how people just straight up lie about damian’s actions and how weird everyone is about ra’s al ghul. no, tim isn’t the only one he refers to as detective aside from bruce. no, tim isn’t one step away from being a mass murderer. no, damian didn’t try to kill tim— he was reacting to tim being suspicious of him. tim was beefing with a ten year old. why are u being so mean to the ten year old? (We Know Why)

ur right — it is extremely one-sided. im not one to pretend that canon is flawless by any means, but acting as though fanon is better just because someone online came up with it is also stupid. there are many many racist undertones with how jtodd and tim are interpreted, both separately and with each other. a lot of it is yaoi baiting dynamics, that a lot of fans don’t seem to want to admit. i won’t comment on how white people writing jtodd as latino and tim as asian can be Bad but like…. it’s all tied up together. people want these two characters to have suffered the most, because that justifies everything fans want them to do. they want them to be wronged. they want their idea of justice in their name

[lemon-natalia]

Harrow the Ninth Reaction - Chapter 52

Augustine & Mercy are having a very intense convo about how they just murdered GOD and are dooming themselves, and Gideon 1.0, Gideon 2: Electric Boogaloo, and Ianthe are just … standing there

oh shit and Dominicus is gonna die and become a black hole? i mean given there’s a whole other book not sure where this is gonna go, maybe he was lying to everyone about that as well?

when Ianthe of all people is the one advocating to try and save people out of the goodness of her heart, you know you’re fucked

‘Well, Augustine, there’s something you should know’ could someone please say something in this series that isn’t ridiculously cryptic. also i totally forgot this guy was wearing Gid’s sunglasses the whole time lol

OH WAIT THE BITCH IS BACK. i knew it was too good to be true 

also YIKES poor Mercy, she was not my favourite character but god she did not deserve that

also ah. hm. the above comment did not age well

oh this guys whole persona has just shifted. He’s still got that kinda irreverent jokiness & affability but he’s also evidently very pissed off, a lot less ‘lets have tea’ and more ‘do what i say or get fucked’

'then he looked at us, gave a crooked half smile’ ohhhh he has the same. fucking. crooked smile. that Gideon has in the BARI-star dream what the fuck

and he WAS the one who ordered Gideon-Part-1 to kill Harrow, for fucks sake. at least Harrow had Ortus be nice to her briefly cuz she’s three for three on her other parental figures trying to kill her at some point 

Gideon found out her bio dad is GOD, saw him die, saw him come back to live naked, and now found out he tried to kill her (kinda maybe its complicated) girlfriend. thats just ... so many different levels of traumatising

also i keep forgetting Gideon is literally looking like Harrow for all of this

GIDEON 1.0 ISN’T GIDEON, ITS PYRRHA DVE HIS CAV?!?!? yknow what so much else is going on rn i barely have the capacity to process that

and she was also sleeping with Commander Wake, was everyone just fucking eachother????? and i thought the love quadrangle in the last book was complicated. i’m guessing she shot Wake to stop her from potentially revealing the whole ‘i’m actually alive’ thing to the Emperor then?

also wow there’s a lot of consent issues being raised in the last couple chapters and this one, not just with dios apate major, but also like … you’re having sex with someone while possessing someone else’s body without their knowledge, but also also its the only body you have because they (presumably) killed you to absorb your soul. like what.

the drama and vast existential horror of this scene is only mildly undercut by the fact that the Emperor is having this crazy fight wearing only what is essentially an opalescent bathrobe

also why are there fucking TEETH at the bottom of the River? and Tongues?? and it thinks he’s a Resurrection Beast? i feel like there’s so much more to the River that we haven’t uncovered yet

and Augustine wasn’t wrong with what he said wayy before, the Emperor really did grant him more leniency than he did Mercy, at least he gave him a chance before murdering him

also cmon Ianthe you’re really gonna save that guy, really?

'Hands pressed. We died’ AGAIN?? i mean at least this time there’s a chance for her to come back given she’s done it once before?? also i do not know what to make of her seeing Alecto before she dies at all

[thatsadbietch]

Silly Little Ruler

I’ve been on a Dreamlight Valley kick recently and just had to write for it.  I noticed there wasn’t a lot of content for it, within the t-community or in general, so I made the content, as one does.

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, scroll forth if not your cuppa tea.  Also my other fics usually at least have a swearing warning, but I get “The Good Place” feeling from DLV where it’ll censor your curses lol.

Lee!Ruler(player character), Ler!Goofy, slight Ler!Ruler, Lee!Goofy

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You’d had a hunch you were the lost Ruler of Dreamlight Valley, but now as more memories flooded back and you received constant nagging from Scar and Mother Gothel, you were absolutely certain.  Merlin had warned you not to blame yourself, that things are just meant to happen, good and bad, and we are meant to meet these things when the time is right.  Though you couldn’t help but feel at least somewhat responsible, especially with The Forgotten still running around.  This time though, you were going to be the Ruler these characters could depend on.

“My friend, did you hear me?” Merlin asked.  You jolted out of your own thoughts, remembering he was trying to teach you a new spell.

“... Is everything all right?”

“Yes, definitely! Just not 100% awake yet, I guess,” you lied, not wanting to worry the old wizard.  He’d done so much to help you already and he was the first you went to once you figured out you were the old Ruler. However, Merlin would not be easily fooled. He sighed

“You know, things are quiet today. Too beautiful a day to waste, yes?”

“Merlin,” you protested, “There’s still The Forgotten, there are areas still covered in Night Thorns, other villagers might need my help-”

“My friend,” Merlin stopped you, placing one of his hands on your fidgeting ones.  You’d only just then noticed you were doing so.  “You have been a tremendous help to us.  Much of the villagers’ memories have been restored and they are living their lives here as they were before the Forgetting.”

“Merlin-”

“Hush, child,” he scolded, though softly, as your walls came down a bit and he saw your distress. “You will not be able to help us if you don’t let us help you, or at the very least allow you to help yourself.”  You sighed and crossed your arms, unable to argue.  Merlin smiled softly.

“Now then, I do have a few other matters to tend to today.  However I noticed Goofy up and about, you should see what he’s up to.  It may do you some good, and may bring back some memories.  I can vaguely recall you two running about the Valley together and having a grand time.”  You were quiet, trying to remember.  You knew you were good friends with everyone here, even the villains.  And you do remember hanging out with Goofy a lot. 

“I don’t know, Merlin. We may have been good friends then, but what if he’s upset about me leaving?”

“Oh, you’ve been talking to Scar, haven’t you?”

“...I talk to everyone.”

“Don’t let that lazy lion put thoughts in your head.  Go on, go see what Goofy is up to, I’m sure he’ll be thrilled.”  You didn’t protest any further, and walked through the Peaceful Meadow to find the villager in question, fishing in the pond just behind his house.  You stifled a laugh at his hilarious method of casting his line.

“Good morning, Goofy.” Goofy spun around to meet you, smile plastered on his features.

“Good morning pal! What can I do for ya?”

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to… hang out? I was talking to Merlin earlier, he said he remembered us hanging out a lot, and I know I’ve been busy restoring the village…”

Goofy’s face lit up and embraced you, dropping his fishing rod in the process.

“A-hyuck! Of course I want to hang out, pal!”  You were taken aback, and his reaction warmed you.  But before you could respond, you noticed Goofy’s fishing rod scooting across the grass toward the pond.

“Goofy, your fishing rod!”

“Huh? Oh!” you both grabbed hold and began to real in his catch, a sizeable Bream.

“Gawrsh, look at that! Thanks for the hand!” Goofy said, motioning for you to follow him to Remy’s restaurant to drop off his catch.

“All right, pal, what do ya wanna do now?”

“Goofy… do you remember what we used to do? Before the forgetting? Merlin said we’d be running around the Valley together all the time but…” your statement trailed off as a bright yellow light on the ground caught your attention.

“A memory…” you said as you picked it up, Goofy in tow.  It was only a fraction of a memory, but you could see a heavily forested area, with what appeared to be Mickey hiding and laughing behind a tree.

“Hey! That’s Mickey!” Goofy said, and pointed to another part of the memory. “And that look’s like my hat!” Your eyes followed and sure enough, Goofy’s hat could be seen right where the memory fragmented.  “Maybe we’re playing hide and seek in the Forest of Valor?”

“Hmm… Seems a little silly though, right?” You asked, to which Goofy laughed.

“But it sure looks like Mickey was having fun! Maybe you were there, too!” You smiled at him.  It was hard not to: his positivity was radiant and contagious. 

“Let’s go check it out.”

“I’ll race ya!” With that, Goofy took off toward the forest.  You shook your head and chuckled, jogging to follow him up the hill leading to the forest.  Once in the Forest of Valor, you looked around and were greeted by the resident raccoons, but lost sight of Goofy.

“I see, he’s already hiding,” you thought.  You couldn’t help the slight grin from spreading on your face, and even more so when you saw a familiar green hat poking out over a bush.  You crept up to it slowly, then:

“Found you!” you exclaimed… to an empty space.

“Gotcha, pal!” Goofy cheered from behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.  You jumped and involuntary squeaked, but it dissolved as you laughed.

“You got me pretty good, Goof!” As Goofy retrieved his hat, a familiar glow appeared near the bush.

“Another piece of the memory,” you said.  Goofy picked it up and studied the image briefly, smiling warmly before giving it to you to observe.  This was a rather big piece, you could see Stitch in another tree and Woody and Buzz peeking out from a bush.  This was definitely in the Forest of Valor, and it looked like Goofy’s guess had been right; everyone appeared to be hiding. The biggest hint though was the face of a child: your face. There seemed to be no care or worry in your bright eyes and joyous smile.  You were looking back at something, but that was where the memory stopped.

“It looked like we have one more piece missing. Let’s get all our pals together! We can play the game and recover the memory!” Goofy cheered.  

“I don’t know, Goof… I mean, I think the memory speaks for itself as is.  Maybe there are other ones we should be looking for?”

“Oh, please, pal? Let’s finish this one.  You look… so happy… I don’t think I’ve seen you like that since before the Forgetting…”   You looked up at Goofy, seeing for the first time today his smile fall.  Your heart broke a bit and you sighed: you needed to be a good Ruler.

“Goofy, if this is important to you, it’s important to me.  Let’s go get the others and play a few rounds to recover the memory.”

“Ya mean it? Yippie!” Goofy shouted, and ran off to gather the friends in the photo.

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“Hey guys, glad you could come!” you said genuinely as Woody, Buzz, Stitch, and Mickey followed Goofy back to the forest.

“You bet, always ready for a good playtime, partner!” Woody commented.

“And recovering a memory.  Anything we can do to help,” Buzz added.

“Yeah! Stitch keep up goodness level, help with memories!” The little blue fluff blurted, seeming to be bursting at the seams with energy.

“Gosh, I can’t remember the last time we played in the forest together,” Mickey added.

“Well, hopefully, that’ll change today.  And if it doesn’t work, we’ll have new memories of it,” you responded, hoping to sound encouraging.  Goofy placed a hand on your shoulder as if he knew you needed the reassurance.

“Okay! You all go hide, I’ll stay here and count. I already hid anyway, a-hyuck!” he said throwing you a wink, and before you knew it he started counting and everyone fanned out across the forest.

Your legs thought faster than you did and took off, first toward Anna and Kristoff’s house.  Then noticed Stitch climbing up the side of the house, and aside from that strategy, it was too obvious a spot anyway.  

You ran further up, crossing the bridge and then mentally face-palming yourself: running across a wooden bridge wasn’t exactly stealthy.  Running out of options, you felt a tug at your pant leg, seeing a raccoon trying to direct you to follow it. You giggled a bit to yourself and followed it, this time over a path of stones to not create as much noise again, and you were led to the Pillar of Courage.

“Are you sure about this one?” you asked. The raccoon just shrugged, and ran off.

“Ready or not, here I come!” Goofy called out.

“That’s what I get for taking a raccoon’s advice,” you thought to yourself, ducking behind the pillar.  Fortunately for you, Goofy marched in the direction of Anna and Kristoff’s first, finding Stitch with relative ease.  Then he made a beeline for the bridge.  He was Goofy, but no fool, and you were glad you’d hopped along the stone path on the way back.

A few minutes passed and you heard voices returning, and coming closer.

“Buuuzzz, Wooooody, Yyyy/Nnnnn!” Mickey called, “Come out, come out!” 

Crap, Mickey was helping Goofy now.  Was that part of the game before? What’s worse, (better?) you felt fluttering in your belly and chest.  You don’t remember the last time you got butterflies from a game.

“AH HA! STITCH FIND YOU!” You jumped and looked furiously for the small blue alien, but he wasn’t anywhere to be seen, so you risked a peek around the pillar and witnessed Stitch pounce on Buzz, who had tried to crawl out from under Goofy’s stall and make a run for it.  You giggled at the scene, then noticed Goofy’s attention turn back in your direction. You whipped your head back behind the pillar.

“I don’t think he saw me…” You thought, and he didn’t.  He did, however, see the glow of a memory piece a few feet in front of the pillar.  You heard him approach as he retrieved the piece.

“D’awww, a-yhuck! I do remember this!” he said fondly. “Ruler, come out, I’ve got the last piece!” Goofy called, and you heard him approach the pillar.

“Well, I haven’t looked here yet,” you heard, and bolted from your hiding place.

“There you are!” Goofy yelled after you, gaining ground.  You tried weaving in and out of trees, but being as tall as he was, he gained ground quickly and grabbed around your middle.  You couldn’t stop your giggles at the silliness of everything.

“Yoohohou got me again, Goof,” you surrendered, but Goofy didn’t let go.

“Do ya still have those other two memory pieces, pal?”

“Y-Yeah, what’s up, Goofy?” you asked, pulling out the other two pieces.  The last piece fit perfectly in the middle, and it magically adhered to create one picture.  The photo revealed Goofy, now fully visible and reunited with his hat from the first found piece.  You felt a blush come to your cheeks as you saw the younger version of yourself.  It was Goofy you’d been looking back at with your boisterous smile.  And no wonder; Goofy was hoisting you up and holding you against his chest with one hand while the other squeezed one of your sides.  You looked up at Goofy, realizing why he hadn’t released you yet.

“...uh oh.” Goofy just chuckled and wasted no more time scribbling his fingers up your sides.  You latched onto Goofy’s wrists and tried, rather poorly, to keep composed.

“Gohohof, thihis is silleehehe!”

“It sure is, a-yhuck! You might need a little “silly” sometimes, pal!” he countered, his fingers skittering across your belly, breaking your already weak composure.

“NAAHAHA, Goohoohoofy!” you wailed, throwing your head back onto his shoulder.  You felt your knees weakening, but Goofy held firm; he wasn’t going to let you fall.  He was, however, going to tickle all the worry out of you it seemed.

“A-goochie goochie goo! A-hyuck!” He teased, and laughed alongside you, scritching over and around the softer parts of your belly.  Your giggles ran up an octave as you kicked at the ground beneath you.

“Goohoohooofyheeehee! Dohohohon’t DOHOHO THAHAHAT!” you squealed, and reached your hands up to cover your ears.  Big mistake.

“NAHAHAHA! GOOHOOHOOFY!”  His hands quickly and treacherously scurried to the hollows of your underarms, gently kneading in the sensitive area.  Your arms shot back down, effectively trapping Goofy’s tickling fingers.  Goofy realized you were barely standing by yourself anymore, and, all while continuing to torment your poor underarms, guided you both to sit on the ground, you leaning on his chest still.

“D’aawww, pal, look at you!” He cooed.  “Just like in the memory!”

“GOOHOOFY!”

“I remember now, you loved being chased around the Valley.  You were always up for a good game, especially when I was gonna tickle you by the end!”

“NAHAHAT TRUHOOHOOHOO!”

“D’uh oh, you wouldn’t be lying, would ya? No Ruler should be lying!” He scolded playfully, blowing a raspberry in your neck and wriggling his way down to your ribs.  Both sensations at once drove you ballistic.

“OKAHAHAY! I LIHEHEHEKED THOHOHOSE GAAHAHAMES!” you cried out, squirming to no avail as Goofy had a leg on either side of you to keep you from squirming away for support.

“A-hyuck! I know you did, you were our resident gigglebug!”

“DOHOHON’T CALL MEHEEHE THAHAHAT!”

“You would sneak up on me all the time and do this!” He recalled, and at mach speed moved his hands from your ribs to your hips, pinching and wriggling his fingers on and above the taught skin over the bone.  You jolted at the sudden change and shrieked.

“Tickle tickle tickle!” Goofy teased, and again laughed alongside you.  Again, he was Goofy, but no fool, and knew exactly what he was doing.

“GOOHOOHOOF! I CAHAHAN’T! BWAHAHA!” you pleaded, and in the middle of doing so felt Goofy’s feathery-light swipes on your neck.  Reflexively you scrunched down, and your giggles were a lot less maniacal and much more bubbly.  Goofy’s heart melted on the spot.

“Still such a cutie, little gigglebug~”

“Ihaha’m not lihihittle anymohohore!” you protested, and in a moment of clarity reached and squeezed one of Goofy’s knees.  His leg jerked and his ticklish assault on your neck halted.

“H-Heehehey! Nohoho fahahair!” He cackled in response, and gasped when you turned and pushed him on his back.

“Plenty *huff* fair!” you retorted, still catching your breath as you dug your fingers relentlessly into Goofy’s sides.  Surprised by the quick turn of events, he yelped and dissolved into that contagious, goofy laughter that you’d just now realized you missed.

“W-waihehehet, pal! A-HUHUHAHAHA!” 

“No way, it's my turn!”

Woody crawled out from his hiding spot near the staircase of the Frosted Highlands during your and Goofy’s commotion and picked up the memory where it lay a few feet from a vengeful Ruler and a hysterical Goofy.  He snickered and smiled endearingly at the memory, and walked it back to the remainder of the group.

“Ha! That’s right,” Mickey started, “Goofy and Y/N always played that way, they were so silly together,” he reminisced.  The toys and Stitch had memories coming back too, not just of this particular one, but other instances where you and they and other villagers participated in these games.  If you and Goofy were involved it almost always ended in a one-sided tickle fight, but now that you were older and bigger, it seemed you did better in holding your own.

Speaking of, breaking everyone’s train of thought was a high-pitched squeal from the tall goof himself, as you vibrated your fingers on and in between his ribs.

“Pahahahal, it t-tihihihickles! A-hyuhuhuhueeee!” he cried, but made no real effort to free himself.

“That’s the point, you Goof!” you replied triumphantly.  “Have a taste of your own medicine!”

“Maybe Goofy needs some help,” Buzz offered.

“Yeah! Stitch save Goofy!” The blue friend said and broke into a run on all fours, the others following closely behind.

You heard a familiar, devious laugh approaching, and stopped tormenting Goofy long enough to turn around and see a hoard of villagers running toward you.

“I’m not done with you, yet, Goof! But I gotta run,” you spat quickly, standing and sprinting as fast as you could down the hill and into the peaceful meadow.  Goofy sat up and witnessed Stitch and Buzz whiz past him to catch up to you.  Mickey and Woody stayed to help Goofy to his feet.

“You okay, partner? It looked like they got you pretty good,” Woody asked.  Goofy only chuckled.

“They sure did! But it was all fun, a-hyuck!” he replied light-heartedly.  “I was afraid they’d forgotten how to be silly.”

“I was too, actually,” Mickey said, and handed Goofy the completed memory.

“I think you should hang on to this for them for a little bit-” Mickey started, and another one of your squeals could be heard in the distance.  “I think they’re a bit busy to take it back right now.”

The three of them laughed, and Goofy viewed the memory again, glad their Ruler was learning, or rather relearning, this rather important part of what made them best suited to lead.

[socialdegenerate]

Fanfic: If We Fall, We Fall Together

I started this fic back in late June, wrote 7k words in like 3 days, lost interest, came back to it and wrote the remaining 4k this afternoon — but I don’t remember that game at all beyond 1) the 3 Hopes characters are the 3 Houses characters if they went to therapy, and 2) the Sylvian/Yuri support chain was gay as hell

But I’m a Sylvix fella at heart so I can only use Sylvain/Yuri as a vehicle to get Sylvix together, of course

Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes Sylvix | Sylvain Jose Gautier x Felix Hugo Fraldarius ; Sylvain Jose Gautier x Yuri Leclerc NSFW (but pretty mild for me, mostly just some hand and mouth stuff)  11,247 words

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“C’mon, Felix, you need to take a break at some point. You’re almost working yourself harder than Dimitri at this point, and I won’t be picking you up off the floor if you pass out.”

Trying for his best ‘kind of concerned, but not enough to piss Felix off’ face, Sylvain hoped it would be enough for Felix to actually do what he asked for once. His best friend had never been good at taking as much rest as Sylvain would have liked, despite the fact that Felix bitched regularly about Dimitri doing the exact same thing, and becoming the Duke had only made things that much worse.

“I told you, I haven’t even trained yet—”

“You’re just about the most highly trained person in this whole damn camp, you’re not gonna forget how to swing a sword if you take one night off to grab dinner at a reasonable hour and then sit down with me for a bit.”

It was the second part of that that Sylvan was really pushing for. Having forced himself to take a step back from his younger years of sex and scandal in constant rotation, he’d managed to find the time and the space to really think about what he wanted — and what he wanted was Felix.

Bitchy, recalcitrant, impossible to deal with Felix; but also loyal, quietly devoted, and unfairly fucking beautiful Felix. For all his whinging and barbed jabs, he’d never given up on Sylvain even when everyone else was well on their way, and in quiet moments together he could even be damn near affectionate sometimes. 

Hell, he’d even gotten into a physical fight because someone had dared to say something less than complimentary about the skirt-chasing heir to House Gautier.

Really, what else could Sylvain have done except fall in love with him?

Not love in the way he’d used to sweet talk about to convince a pretty merchant’s daughter to let him under her dress, but in the horrible, nausea-inducing, oh-so-addicting way he’d finally come to learn was actually real. And one of these days he might even manage to find the chance to subtly hint about it to Felix; if, of course, he could pull the man away from his to-do list for five fucking minutes so that they could spend some private time together.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” Felix snapped, souring Sylvain’s little love-struck mood a little, “but some of us have actual responsibilities now.”

“Whoa, whoa, hey,” Sylvain said, holding his hands up in mock surrender, “I know, and everyone respects the hell out of what you’re doing — and what you have done for the last couple years. But no one’s gonna judge you for taking one evening off to hang out with your best friend.”

“It’s not about judging, it’s about the fact that we’re in a fucking war, Sylvain!”

Ah.

Truthfully, Sylvain was usually better at picking up on when Felix was stressed and knowing not to push him too much. But then again, when wasn’t Felix stressed these days, with the Empire breathing down their necks and thousands upon thousands of innocent citizens caught in the crossfire. Obviously he’d picked the wrong day to bother Felix, and he knew enough about military strategy to know when to make a tactical retreat.

It wasn’t that he didn’t care about the war; it was just that he coped by spending quality time with the people he loved, while Felix coped by isolating himself. Felix wasn’t wrong about that, necessarily, but Sylvain just wanted to make sure that he knew that Sylvain was always there for him.

“Felix, I—”

“I’m not done,” Felix interrupted sharply, and Sylvain really did not like that look in his eyes. “We’re not kids anymore. Some of us actually grew up and realised there are more important things going on than lazing about and pretending like everything is okay.”

It was nowhere near the worst thing anyone had ever said about him and yet, it hurt like it was. Of all the people who should have noticed that Sylvain really had cleaned his act up, had worked hard to become the kind of man he always should have been, Sylvain had thought that Felix had really seen him grow since they’d met again at the Academy.

Apparently not, though.

“You’re right,” Sylvain said before Felix could keep cutting him to the core with words as precise as his swordplay. “Sorry.”

Turning on his heel, Sylvain walked away from Felix’s makeshift office and towards the quieter areas near the stables. Of course, nothing was ever truly quiet around camp, but the last thing he wanted to do was have to put on a smile for everyone else while he wondered why he could never quite get on the same level as Felix.

In fairness, that was probably his divine punishment for the hearts he’d broken in his youth…not that he believed in things like that.

But if it was true, he definitely deserved it.

Fully intending to pet his horse and definitely not sulk until he felt a little better, Sylvain grabbed some of the grooming equipment from the stable’s storage area and headed over to where his true favourite lady was enjoying some well-deserved rest time. 

“You know what, I just don’t get him,” Sylvain murmured as he set to making his horse shine as beautifully as she deserved. “He whines about Dimitri not taking enough breaks, and then gets all rude at me when I try to stop him from working himself to collapse.”

His conversation partner didn’t seem to have much to say to that, but Sylvain didn’t mind. “And one minute he’s literally fighting people over my honour — yeah, yeah, not that I have any of that — while the next he’s treating me like I’m still the same jackass I used to be.”

Sylvain patted his horse’s flank and sighed, not quite knowing what he was hoping to achieve by talking to his horse. 

“Careful,” a voice said from deeper in the stables, Sylvain jolting in shock at the unexpected interruption. “Your mask is slipping.”

“Didn’t realise you’d taken up lurking in the stables,” Sylvain said as he turned to face Yuri, who was carefully picking his way through the muck in his heeled boots. 

“There can be good info to be overheard here, people seem to like talking to animals when they think no one’s around.” Playing with the ends of his hair in clearly feigned innocence, Yuri side-eyed Sylvain’s horse slightly and came to a stop just outside of biting range. 

Sylvain scoffed, not even bothering to try to play it off. Yuri had always been able to see right through him; perhaps even better than Felix did. But he saw through Yuri in return, and it was strangely easy to talk to someone like that. “And here I thought you hated getting dirty.”

“Oh, please,” Yuri said with a wink. “You know me better than that.”

Despite himself, Sylvain had to laugh. After their slightly awkward first meeting, Sylvain hadn’t quite known what to make of Yuri. He certainly hadn’t trusted him, which was something that had definitely gone both ways. With time and battles fought side by side, though, they’d built up a grudging respect and something that was almost like friendship.

And then, well, Yuri was hot and discreet and liked using sex as a tool to play with people’s favour; and while Sylvain had given up his terribly philandering ways, he certainly wasn’t celibate. It worked out well for them, even if Sylvain sometimes felt like he was catering to Yuri’s whims far more than the reverse

“Did you hear anything good this time?” Sylvain asked. 

Yuri shrugged, idly inspecting his nails with calculated casualness. “I could tell you — for a price.”

“And here I am, having spent my entire fortune on booze and women.” It was a stupid joke, if not one that felt particularly jagged considering the way Felix had treated him earlier. But if even his best friend still thought that he hadn’t made any progress then he might as well just run with it.

“What a shame,” Yuri murmured, patting Sylvain’s chest, and the way his hand lingered a little made it unavoidably obvious as to why exactly he’d emerged from the darkness to bother Sylvain. “So then, what are you doing tonight?”

Sylvain really had grown up a lot from his days of drowning in sex to avoid taking a good, hard look at his actual problems. He had! He’d genuinely made an effort to start dealing with things properly, and as annoying as it was, it really had made things better to start facing them head-on.

But he was still only human, and Felix’s harsh words had cut at his ego like only Felix could. And at least Yuri knew the score with Sylvain, and knew that things would only ever be casual between them. Sylvain even suspected that if he ever managed to give up his infatuation with Felix for long enough to develop so much as a single feeling for Yuri, the man would disappear into the night for the last time.

Thankfully, then, it didn’t seem like his feelings for Felix were going anywhere anytime soon, even when Felix was being really fucking rude.

And if Felix thought he hadn’t changed, then maybe he should prove Felix right.

Tilting his chin up with calculated flirtation, the kind he’d put to bed years ago and now felt surprisingly rusty, Sylvain raised an eyebrow. “You, I hope.”

“You’re hotter when you’re sad,” Yuri said, screwing up his nose. “But if I feel like it, I’ll meet you in your tent after dinner.”

Turning away, Yuri glanced back over his shoulder when he reached the entrance of the stables. “And make sure you bathe, I’ll leave if you still smell like horses.”

Shaking his head, Sylvain turned back to his horse and began to gather the grooming equipment he’d barely gotten to use. “Sorry, sweetheart, but you heard the orders. I’ll bring you extra treats tomorrow, okay?”

Sylvain was reasonably sure that his horse wasn’t aware enough of the conversation to be actively judging him, but it sure didn’t feel that way when she shook her head and snorted. 

“Can’t win today,” Sylvain sighed, petting her nose in apology. “Copping it from all angles.”

Taking a deep breath, Sylvain shook himself out and donned his emotional armour before stepping back into the world outside of the stables. Even though it was a shame that Felix certainly wouldn’t be joining him, he could pull himself together for dinner and a bath.

At least he had something to look forward to afterwards, for once.

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The thing about Yuri, Sylvain had quickly learned, was that he very much worked to his own schedule. 

‘After dinner’ could mean anything within the span of about six hours, which was how Sylvain found himself beginning to drift off as he laid back on the cot in his tent while waiting to see whether Yuri would even show up at all.

At least it was beginning to get warm enough for him to be able to laze around without a shirt on, clad only in the loose trousers he favoured after bathing.

Being alone with his thoughts no longer terrified him as much as it used to, especially once he’d stopped fighting the way his idle mind tended to inevitably turn towards Felix. As fun as Yuri was, there was no question that Sylvain would have much preferred to have been waiting for Felix to retire to his — their, perhaps, if he felt particularly self-indulgent — tent for the evening.

Felix’s sharp edges tended to soften when he was tired, and he was almost painfully adorable when his hair was beginning to escape from the high ponytail he’d begun to favour after haircuts had fallen extremely low on the priority list during the war. 

Biting his lip, Sylvain let one of his hands fall flat against his bare stomach, fingers brushing against his waistband. If Felix were to come back to their tent, ready to crawl into bed with Sylvain, would he let Sylvain touch him a little to work through some of his pent-up stress? Would he let Sylvain worship him the way he deserved?

“Getting started without me?” 

“Fel—uck,” Sylvain recovered clumsily, ignoring Yuri’s too-knowing gaze. By now he really should have been more used to Yuri’s habit of sneaking up on him, but the man had an uncanny knack for knowing when people were at their most vulnerable. “You know, the only thing I really miss about the Academy dorms was having an actual door that closed.”

“Closed doors have never stopped me,” Yuri said casually as he let down his hair and  took off his shirt, leaving it neatly folded on Sylvain’s tidy little table. That…really wasn’t altogether surprising, Sylvain supposed, and once again he was glad that he and Yuri had settled into a relatively peaceful existence instead of the constant wariness and backstabbing they’d been heading towards at first.

Even if he didn’t entirely trust Yuri, it was much easier to have him sort of on Sylvain’s side rather than not.

Not to mention that the fringe benefits weren’t too bad either.

The beds at their camp weren’t particularly large, practicality being a far more urgent concern than luxury when on the battleground. Still, Yuri moved with utmost grace as he straddled Sylvain on the bed, neither of them interested in having a chat before they got into it.

“You were getting started without me,” Yuri said with a smirk as he rolled his hips, rubbing his cock against Sylvain’s much harder one through their trousers. 

Opening his mouth to say something that wasn’t admitting that he’d been fantasising about another guy while waiting for Yuri, Sylvain didn’t get far before Yuri’s tongue was in his mouth. As someone who’d tended to take the lead with the people he’d bedded, it gave him a thrill to give up a little control to someone else; especially someone who was shorter and slighter than him and, well, built a lot like Felix.

Sylvain had to admit that his fantasies about Felix had become a lot more realistic since he’d started sleeping with Yuri, even if he doubted that Felix would ever be as upfront about what he wanted as Yuri was.

Sylvain had known Felix his whole life and he still didn’t know what the guy wanted half the time.

”Focus,” Yuri murmured right into Sylvain’s mouth, biting his bottom lip with slightly more force than most people would have been game to. The sharp sting had Sylvain’s hips pushing upwards and he groaned when one of Yuri’s hands slid between their bodies, groping at Sylvain’s dick.

Still, Sylvain wasn’t about to let Yuri do all the work — he still did have somewhat of a reputation to uphold, of course — and so he grabbed Yuri’s hips and coaxed him into moving, letting him rub himself up against the back of his own hand. 

“Are you going to hurry up and fuck me?” Yuri asked bluntly, sitting up and tossing his long hair back. “Some of us like our beauty sleep.”

“And some of us like foreplay,” Sylvain grinned. Yuri scoffed and rolled his eyes, but didn’t seem particularly bothered as he broke away from Sylvain’s grip and made his way further down the bed, kissing along Sylvain’s bare torso as he went. 

If Yuri was good with his tongue when he kissed, that had absolutely nothing on how good he was with a cock in his mouth. Sylvain buried a hand in Yuri’s hair and groaned, barely managing to stop himself from thrusting further into Yuri’s throat —

And then the flap of his tent opened.

“Sylvain, apparently I might have been a little rude earlier, so…” Felix’s voice trailed off as he stared wide-eyed at the pair on the bed. All at once, Sylvain jolted in shock and broke Yuri’s rhythm, leaving Yuri coughing as he pulled away from Sylvain’s dick.

“Felix, I—” Sylvain started, completely forgetting that his whole cock was out now that Yuri had sat back, but Felix had already disappeared just as suddenly as he’d arrived.

“Awkward,” Yuri said, already swinging his leg back over Sylvain’s hips. “Tell your boy to knock next time.”

“On a tent?” Sylvain asked dumbly, before he caught up to himself and grabbed Yuri’s hips to lift him back off. “I don’t know if this is such a good idea.”

Yuri lifted an eyebrow, staring at Sylvain in that calculating way that always made him feel too exposed. “You’ve never complained before.”

“Yeah, well,” Sylvain said, pointedly looking down his body to where his cock had apparently decided that it no longer wanted to play. 

“Hm.” Rather than seeming offended, Yuri was still looking at him like a puzzle to be solved — and not a particularly difficult one. Rather than sit there with his pants down and wait for Yuri to pull his ego apart, Sylvain shuffled his trousers back up and then flopped back on his bed, slapping a hand over his eyes with a frustrated groan.

“I think I get it now,” Yuri said, and he sounded so smug that Sylvain had to move his hand to eye him suspiciously. “Would you get hard again if I did my hair more like this?”

Gathering his hair in his hand, Yuri pulled it up and held it in a messy imitation of Felix’s high ponytail, and Sylvain felt sick.

“Fuck off,” he grumbled, feeling simultaneously still somewhat emotional brusied from earlier, embarrassed at having been caught with his pants down by the man he loved, and guilty that he’d once again tried to use sex to smother his problems. 

His smug look fading into something more neutral, Yuri let go of his hair and nodded. “I suppose at this point, I won’t begrudge you one secret.”

Standing up and grabbing his shirt, Yuri dressed himself again and then crossed his arms, looking down at Sylvain. “But sort your shit out before you invite me back here again.”

“Noted,” Sylvain said. He didn’t watch as Yuri left, not wanting to prolong the awkward failure of a moment any longer, and then he shoved a knuckle in his mouth to bite down on the frustrated yell he really, really wanted to let out.

He kind of wanted to sink into the ground and never have to leave his tent again, but he didn’t like it when Felix was mad at him. Even when it was justified, which honestly Sylvain didn’t think it really was this time. With Yuri there were no chances of broken hearts, of bastard children, or of loud blow-up arguments that arose if his eyes strayed to someone else.

If anything, Felix should have been applauding him for his responsibility and maturity in finding appropriate ways to soothe his libido.

Snorting at himself, Sylvain flopped back against his bed and ignored the way it shook underneath him. Sure, in an idea world he’d have nothing to apologise for: he’d been in a private space, engaging in entirely consensual activities with someone he hadn’t misled at all as to their future together, and it was Felix’s fault that he’d barged straight in without at least announcing himself first.

But Felix was Felix, and considering that they’d just had an argument about Sylvain not taking the war as seriously as he should have been, Sylvain figured he could at least extend an olive branch.

“The things I do for you,” Sylvain muttered to himself as he shrugged on a shirt and stepped back out into the camp. “Now, if I were a pissed-off Felix, where would I be…”

There were still a few soldiers scattered around the training grounds, but surprisingly enough Felix wasn’t one of them. He also wasn’t in the empty dining hall, the tent that doubled as his office, the tent he slept in or the armoury. 

By the time Sylvain had found the war room, the market and even the fucking chapel devoid of Felix, he was beginning to worry. It had gotten late — surely Felix hadn’t left the camp on his own?

Fully prepared to do another full walk around the camp, Sylvain squinted into the darkness and started when he recognised a familiar figure in front of him

“Ingrid!” He said as he walked over to her, almost as glad to see her as he would have been to see Felix. She’d frequently taken part in the hunts they had to hold when Felix got worked up and disappeared, and Sylvain hoped she’d be able to help him out once again. “Have you seen Felix? I can’t find him anywhere and I need to talk to him.”

“Nope, not tonight,” Ingrid said, and Sylvain would have believed her if he hadn’t known her for as long as he’d known Felix. Her voice got a little higher when she was hiding something, although it was hard to pick if you didn’t know what to look out for.

“Ingrid,” Sylvain said, turning on the charm just a little. “Please let me know where he is, I’d rather sort this out now than let it hang over us for too long.”

“You really have grown up,” Ingrid said with a surprisingly proud look on her face. “But I promised him I wouldn’t say…”

She looked close to breaking, but Sylvain could only sigh. “Okay, okay, I won’t push it as long as he’s safe. If I make you spill he’ll only get mad at both of us, and you don’t deserve that.”

Clearly relieved, Ingrid nodded her head. “You know what he’s like. Give him the night to cool down, it’s not as if he can ever stay mad at you for long.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“He forgives you quicker than you think, it just takes him a while to forgive himself and stop being embarrassed over how he acts sometimes. And I’m only telling you this because I’m mad about him putting me in the middle of your little squabbles again, so please try to work it out as soon as you can.”

“Noted,” Sylvain said. “I’ll try to catch him during his morning training, then.”

Ingrid laughed, and the joyful sound made Sylvain feel just a little better about his absolute shitshow of a night. “You’re either a brave man or an idiot, confronting Felix Fraldarius when he has a sword in hand.”

“I like a little danger,” Sylvain shrugged. “Just — if you see him again, tell him I want to talk to him, yeah?”

“I will, and good luck,” Ingrid said. “Go get some sleep.”

“Of course I will,” Sylvain said, wishing her a good night as she turned and walked off into the darkness.

‘Some’ sleep turned out to be very little, as Sylvain spent the entire night alternating between lightly dozing and staring at the roof of his tent. Being in love with Felix was bad for his health, he decided, considering that he couldn’t get his brain to stop fretting about just how bad things would be between them this time. Even if he hadn’t actually done anything wrong (this time), it was obvious that Felix was hurt and unhappy, and there was no way that Sylvain could brush that aside as not being his problem.

So he’d catch Felix early, sort their latest round of nonsense out, and still have time to grab a little nap before the day began in earnest. It was the perfect plan.

…Except, of course, the Goddess (and/or the Empire) had other plans for them.

Sylvain was jolted out of a light doze when a messenger called for him outside his tent, announcing that the generals were expected in the war room while the troops mobilised. The timing couldn’t have been worse, considering that he’d barely slept and was still stuck on needing to sort things out with Felix before it could fester any longer, but the war didn’t care about any of that.

At least he was well-practised at getting himself presentable and into position with minimal brainpower, and time blurred slightly until he found himself sitting around the long table with the other generals.

Dimitri was explaining what they were rushing off to do, but all Sylvain managed to take in was that they were expected to go to some place and fend off an approaching battalion of Empire soldiers that a scout had spotted bearing down on a nearby city. The finer details didn’t matter, not when Felix was sitting at the other end of the table looking like death warmed up.

He seemed like he’d slept even less than Sylvain had, and he was very obviously avoiding looking in Sylvain’s direction. If it was anyone else, Sylvain would have considered quietly approaching them and asking if it was a good idea for them to be going into battle, but Felix would murder him for even suggesting that and then probably get himself hurt trying to prove that he was fine.

Shaking his head, Sylvain resolved to keep an eye on Felix as much as he could during the upcoming battle. If Felix ended up in danger due to a lack of sleep dulling his reflexes, Sylvain would never be able to live with the guilt

That was easier said than done, of course. Felix had his own troops to organise before the march and then when they reached the battle, as a mounted unit Sylvain was directed to take care of the further reaches of the city while Felix handled the closer areas on foot. As much as he wanted to leave his duty behind and go chasing after Felix, he wasn’t that stupid and irresponsible. People’s lives were in his hands, and he was going to take that seriously.

Still, it was a relief when they’d managed to push back the enemy from the north of the city, leaving their own people to guard particularly sensitive areas and allowing Sylvain to make his way back towards the centre of the city.

He was almost beginning to feel confident in their complete victory when he heard the sound of an explosion, looking up just in time to see a second huge projectile falling towards the city. Forgetting about looking for Felix, he urged his horse towards the sound of screaming, determined to get everyone out before more projectiles could rain down on them.

He could see Ingrid circling overhead, and when she spotted him racing towards the impact zone she swooped down and flew alongside him for a moment.

“Dimitri and I are going to find the source of the projectiles so we can stop them,” she yelled, no time for pleasantries on the battlefield. “Dedue and Felix could use backup straight ahead.”

“Got it,” Sylvain said, already urging his horse to go faster. While he couldn’t take a direct hit, Dedue at least wore heavy armour that could help keep him safe from debris that would be flying around from each impact; Felix tended to dress in lighter armour that was good against swords but less good against huge explosions.

If he was working at anything less than his best, he was in serious danger.

Adrenaline keeping him moving forward, Sylvain swept his lance through groups of enemies, his beloved horse knowing exactly where to take him and trampling on the stragglers as he went. How this many enemies had managed to sneak up on the city without advance warning, he didn’t know; and in the moment, he definitely didn’t care. What mattered was keeping the city safe, and making sure that Felix walked away from the battle on two legs. 

Rounding the rubble of a destroyed building, Sylvain could see Felix’s soldiers fighting further down the long street, but there were a lot of enemy troops between them. Throwing himself into the battle, Sylvain’s attention was split between the fight he was in and the fight happening in front of him. He just needed to know that Felix was still standing, and then he could put all his focus on cleaning up the troops that were stubbornly hanging on.

And then, like a gift from the goddess herself, some of Felix’s soldiers pushed the enemy back with a wave of reason magic and Sylvain had a direct view of Felix locking swords with an enemy assassin.

He looked like he was going to come out on top — and Sylvain would have expected nothing less from his best friend — but the amount of enemies still swarming around them made Sylvain nervous.

If he could just get a little closer—

“SYLVAIN!” Dedue shouted from somewhere off to the side, and Sylvain ripped his eyes off Felix just in time for his horse to wrench them both to the side as a huge boulder fell from the sky and landed right where he’d just been. But the boulders alone weren’t the only danger, and Sylvain yelled as a huge piece of debris from the explosion hit his body with unfathomable force, his brain unable to keep up with the pain and what was happening as he was thrown from his horse and headfirst towards the ground.

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“Why isn’t he waking up?” Sylvain heard someone demand, the words coming through fuzzy and a bit too loud. He considered opening up his eyes to see what was going on, but his head was pounding and he felt a little like he’d fallen off a cliff.

“Mmph,” he said, aiming for ‘perhaps a little quieter, please’ and not quite getting there.

“Shh,” someone else said instead. “A head injury like that takes a little longer to recover from than a stab wound, even with this much healing magic. Besides, you should be resting as well, you’re injured too.”

“I’m fine,” Felix insisted — because even with his eyes closed and his brain refusing to cooperate, Sylvain could recognise that stubborn tone anywhere. “When is he going to wake up?”

“M’up,” Sylvain managed this time, and he forced his eyes to open. He wished he could say that he didn’t recognise the roof of the medical tent from the camp on sight, even with a serious headache and blurry vision, but it wasn’t the first time he’d woken up here.

What was less obvious was how he’d gotten here. He distinctly remembered going into battle, but everything after that was blank.

“Please don’t try to get up,” Mercedes said, leaning over Sylvain and smiling down at him. “How do you feel?”

“Ow,” Sylvain said, his body revolting against him when he tried looking around to see where Felix was. “Felix?”

“You idiot,” Felix said. He looked exhausted and dishevelled, and Sylvain might have appreciated his shirtlessness more if it wasn’t for the bandage wrapped around his chest. “You’re lucky to be alive.”

“He’s not the only one,” Mercedes said lightly, Felix looking away with a scowl. “Do you remember what happened, Sylvain?”

“There was a…battle,” Sylvain said, wincing when the words felt like they were tearing up his throat.

“Ah, one moment,” Mercedes interrupted, leaning away and then coming back with a vulnerary in hand. “Drink this.”

She held the bottle to his lips and he gratefully swallowed, everything feeling a little bit easier as the healing potion flooded through his system. “Better?”

“Better,” Sylvain agreed. “I remember going into battle, but…”

“You got hit by a fucking flying rock,” Felix snapped. “Like an absolute idiot.”

“And Felix here was stabbed when he turned his back on the enemy to run towards you,” Mercedes said, her voice as sweet as honey and her judgement as deadly as, well, a fucking flying rock. Felix scowled but looked appropriately chastised, Sylvain now able to turn his head enough to watch as he crossed his arms and sank down.

“Not my fault he clearly can’t look after himself.”

Sylvain barely managed a laugh that quickly turned into a pained gasp, the vulnerary only able to do so much for what seemed like it must have been a pretty nasty hit. 

“You need more rest,” Mercedes said, and all Sylvain could do was agree. “Do you want some help falling asleep again?”

“Goddess, please,” Sylvain sighed, well-acquainted with the soothing magic that Mercedes could wield to help her patients settle down. “Thanks.”

Her fingertips lightly touching his temples, Mercedes hummed lightly under her breath as soothing waves of magic sent Sylvain back towards sleep.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel like there was something he’d missed, considering that he didn’t remember anything since riding into battle on his—

“Horse?” Sylvain forced out, anxiety sluggishly spiking through his body. If he’d been hurt this badly, surely she—

“In the stables and recovering nicely,” Mercedes said, a gentle smile on her face as she continued to send that numbing magic through Sylvain’s body. “She saved your life.”

“That’s m’girl,” Sylvain slurred as sleep took over once again.

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The next time Sylvain woke up, he felt damn near totally human again. Mercedes’ magic really did work like, well, magic. He even felt well-rested, although it was a bit disappointing to sit up and realise that he was alone this time. There were a bunch of purple flowers in a vase beside his bed, though, and Sylvain reached for the wax-sealed note sitting up against them.

Glad you’re not dead, it’d be a waste of good dick.

Well they probably weren’t from Felix then, Sylvain decided as he re-folded the note and tossed it aside. There was a semi-decent chance they’d be toxic, though, and so he settled for admiring Yuri’s gift from a distance as he hauled himself out of bed.

This time Manuela was pottering about in the tent, and she smiled at him as he left the patient rest area. “Ah, Sylvain, glad you’ve rejoined the rest of us in the world of the living.”

“How could I possibly die and leave my favourite beautiful doctor alone?” Sylvain flirted, knowing that Manuela wouldn’t take him seriously.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Manuela laughed. “As long as the dizziness is gone, you’re free to leave, but absolutely no physical exertion for at least another day. And yes, that includes sex.”

“You know me too well.” Or, at least, she knew his reputation too well; he hadn’t actually been planning to walk straight out of the infirmary and into someone’s bed.

“And if you see Felix, make sure he’s following my orders to spend the day resting. He might not have taken as bad a hit as you did, but he nearly fainted from exhaustion when we got back to camp yesterday.” From the look on Manuela’s face, she clearly assumed that Felix was ignoring her orders entirely, and Sylvain figured that was probably correct.

“Got it, I’ll try to pry him away from his training.”

“Thanks,” Manuela sighed, sounding defeated. “At least he let us heal him eventually: he kept insisting that no one should waste their magic on him until you were healed, even as he was actively bleeding out.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Sylvain said as his heart filled with a weird mix of exasperation and affection, and Manuela laughed.

“Yes, that’s what I said.”

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Felix was, surprisingly, nowhere to be found at the training grounds. 

He was, however, sitting up at his desk when Sylvain stuck his head through the tent flaps, frowning at whatever he was working on.

“I heard you were told to rest.”

“I’m busy,” Felix said, not looking up. “The world didn’t stop just because you were asleep for the best part of two days.”

“Whatever you’re doing, it can wait. You got hurt too.”

“I’m fine.”

“Felix.” The serious tone in Sylvain’s voice made Felix pause and look up, treating Sylvain to a clear view of the dark circles under his eyes. “You need to rest.”

“And how am I supposed to do that?” Felix snapped. “You nearly died, and if I don’t have anything to focus on all I can think about is the way you sounded as you went flying off your horse.”

Inhaling sharply, Sylvain walked around the desk and squatted down beside Felix’s chair. Felix leaned away from him, just slightly, and so as much as Sylvain wanted to reach out and touch him, he didn’t push it.

“Hey, I’m fine. See? It takes more than a little rock to kill me.”

“That’s not funny.”

“Wasn’t meant to be,” Sylvain said. “Felix, please. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

Felix didn’t say anything, but he also didn’t go back to what he’d been doing. Sylvain figured that was a win.

“What do you suggest I do, then? Mercedes already told the training master not to let me anywhere near a sword.”

Sylvain barely managed to avoid rolling his eyes — of course Felix had already tried that. Still, he hadn’t quite thought this far ahead and now he was scrambling for something else that Felix would let them do.

“Oh, I know! We can go on a little expedition, somewhere away from the camp for a bit?”

Felix didn’t look convinced, so Sylvain turned up the charm a bit. “I’ll beg some food from the kitchen, and it’s a beautiful day outside. And if you hang out with me for a while, I won’t complain if you want to do some more work afterwards.”

“Well…”

“And we need to talk. About…y’know.”

Felix sighed, looking like the entire world was against him, but Sylvain knew he’d already won.

“You’ll let me work in peace after?”

“I’ll let you work in peace after. Within reason.”

“Fine. Meet me at the gates in ten minutes.”

“Thanks, Felix,” Sylvain grinned as he hauled himself back to standing. “I promise you’ll have a great time.”

“Hm.”

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The ride to the field passed in companionable silence, Sylvain mostly managing not to think too hard about the fact that he had to ride a borrowed horse because he’d gotten his own hurt. She’d seemed glad to see him, though, happily snorting at him and accepting the loving attention he’d lavished upon her, and he had no doubt that she’d be back in action shortly.

He pulled to a stop when they rode up to a private little space, nicely sunny but enclosed by enough trees that they wouldn’t be interrupted by anyone travelling past. He’d possibly scoped this out as a potential date spot, but there was no need to tell Felix about that.

Especially not when Felix finally looked like some of the tension had drained out of his shoulders, to the point that he actually thanked Sylvain when he’d offered Felix first chance at the basket of food he’d managed to charm the kitchen staff into handing over. Even Sylvain wasn’t stupid enough to ruin such an unguarded moment from the duke of poor social graces.

“So,” Sylvain said once Felix had finished a few small pieces of meat. “First up, I wanted to say I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Felix asked, looking genuinely confused.

“For screwing up the battle? And, uh, that whole thing with Yuri too.”

“Unless you got hit on purpose, which I doubt even you’re stupid enough to do, you don’t need to apologise for that.”

“But then you got hurt—”

“Sylvain, as much as you’re determined to think otherwise, not everything is your fault.” Felix sounded too close to clamming up again, his eyes fixed firmly on the ground, and so Sylvain didn’t push any further.

“In any case, I’m glad you’re okay. I would’ve been so annoyed if you’d died while you were still mad at me.”

“Why do you assume I’m always mad at you?”

“I don’t?” Sylvain said, confused. “But you were definitely mad at me because of the whole argument we had, and then the Yuri thing.”

“I was coming to apologise,” Felix pointed out. “Even I know when I’m wrong, despite what you think.”

“And then you were so mad at me that even Ingrid didn’t want to risk telling me where you’d disappeared to.”

“No, I needed space to think,” Felix said like it was blindingly obvious and Sylvain was an idiot.

“...Are you going to tell me what you were thinking about?”

“I had some things to figure out. That’s all.”

Sylvain blinked, not quite sure what to think about that. “And did you figure it out?”

“Not really.”

“...Well, if you want to ask me anything, I’m an open book right now.”

It was actually the truth. Away from the camp, from the military, from their responsibilities and any prying eyes, Sylvain was actually willing to be entirely upfront with Felix. It was the least he could do, after all the problems Sylvain had caused within the space of a couple of days.

There was a long silence and then Felix muttered something quietly, but even with how close they were sitting Sylvain couldn’t make it out. And, of course, Felix tended to hate repeating himself.

But Sylvain’s curiosity would always get the best of him.

“What was that?”

Felix glanced at Sylvain and then away, and Sylvain blamed the cool air for turning his nose and cheeks pink. “I said, why him?”

“Who?” Sylvain asked, genuinely not sure who Felix was referring to. 

Rubbing his nose, eyes still averted, Felix spat out the name like it left a bad taste in his mouth. “Yuri.”

Opening his mouth, Sylvain caught himself before he could make some stupid joke. That would more than certainly go poorly, and he was a changed man. Opening himself to genuine scrutiny was more agonising than almost being literally cut in half, but this was Felix.

Felix, who had seen the best and the worst of him; Felix who, above all else, had earned the right to a bit of truth from Sylvain.

“He’s hot, he knows how to make something casual work, and I,” Sylvain hesitated slightly, suddenly feeling a little bashful, “I like the way he takes the lead, I guess. Not something I was used to, y’know?”

Felix frowned, clearly thinking. “I should’ve known you’d only be interested in fucking around.”

“Well, with him, yeah,” Sylvain admitted. “Neither of us were interested in anything serious with each other.”

“Are you ever?” Felix said, the jab clearly pointed. It hurt a bit, for sure, but Sylvain wasn’t going to get goaded into an argument and have Felix storm off in a huff.

“For the right person? Sure.”

For you? Anything, he wanted to say, but he kept his mouth shut. Nothing would have made Felix run away faster than going straight to that.

“I find that hard to believe,” Felix said. 

“I’m not as terrible as you seem to think I am.”

Picking idly at the grass they were sitting on, Felix clearly wasn’t about to face Sylvain directly. Still, he hadn’t left; so Sylvain would take what he could get. “I don’t think you’re terrible.”

“Oh, sure,” Sylvain snorted. “Just frivolous, idiotic, foolish and, apparently, incapable of feeling love.”

“That wasn’t what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?” Sylvain asked, his frustration beginning to boil over despite his best efforts. “Because I sure can’t interpret that any other way.”

“I meant,” Felix started, and that was clearly all he had. But Sylvain wasn’t going to let him wriggle out of this one, and he raised an eyebrow expectantly. “...I don’t know what I meant.”

“Then why did you say it?”

Felix shrugged, and there was going to be a bare patch in the grass from the amount he was pulling out in frustration. 

“I do have feelings, Felix, and they can be hurt.”

“I know,” Felix said quietly, glancing at Sylvain and then away again. “...Sorry.”

It didn’t totally soothe his bruised feelings, but getting an actual apology from Felix helped dissolve more of Sylvain’s irritation than he would have expected. Especially as this apology wasn’t being thrown at him while he was under another man.

“I appreciate that,” Sylvain said. “It means a lot to me — you mean a lot to me — and I hate it when we fight.”

“I really did think you were dead,” Felix said suddenly, picking some grass out of the ground beneath them. “You were so still and the enemy was bearing down on you and I didn’t even realise I’d been stabbed until after I knew you were still alive and everyone around you was dead.”

Sylvain’s chest hurt, knowing just how badly he would react if their positions had been switched. Perhaps it was the lingering effects of the head injury, or the fact that Felix was actually opening up to him for once, or even the near-death experience, but Sylvain’s unspoken feelings were crawling up his throat and he didn’t know how much longer he could keep them down.

…So he didn’t even bother trying.

“Felix?”

“Mm?” Felix hummed, something in Sylvain’s tone making him actually look up to meet Sylvain’s eyes.

Fuck subtle hints.

“I love you.”

“Wh-” Felix spluttered, his eyes wide and his face rapidly going red. “Sylvain.”

“Feels good to finally say that,” Sylvain said, pressing a hand over his rapidly beating heart and shooting Felix a crooked smile. “Don’t worry, I’m not expecting you to feel the same way or anything, I know I’m not the kind of person who deserves—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” Felix snapped, still as red as Sylvain had ever seen him. “You might do stupid shit sometimes but you’re worth more than you think.”

“...Thanks, Fe,” Sylvain managed to say eventually. “I just meant that I’m fine with staying friends.”

“Is that what you want?”

“You barely tolerate me most days, so I figured that’s what you’d want.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” Felix frowned. “You just frustrate me sometimes. And think with your dick too much.”

“Gee, thanks.” Sylvain wouldn’t lie, that hurt a little.

“I don’t mean it like that,” Felix said, and he actually stretched his leg out a bit to knock it against Sylvain’s knee. “I’m not good at…talking.”

“You said it, not me.”

“Sylvain,” Felix said, and as Sylvain watched he took a deep breath and visibly steadied himself. “When you went flying, all I could think about was that I didn’t want to live without you. Couldn’t live without you.”

The words were halting, sounding like it was taking all of Felix’s considerable strength to get them out, and Sylvain felt like he was going to melt on the spot.

He might have been an idiot and a fool and whatever else Felix liked to call him, but he thought he was pretty decent at reading between the lines.

“I wouldn’t want to live without you either,” Sylvain admitted, and the smile Felix gave him was small but so precious. “But I won’t push you into anything, so—”

“Sylvain, shut up and let me think.”

“Anything for you,” Sylvain said, earning himself a familiar eye roll. Still, he sat back and watched Felix clearly struggle through whatever he wanted to say, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he finally shook himself out and started again.

“So obviously you’re not opposed to,” Felix paused, looking embarrassed, “sex. With men, I mean.”

“Yuri is very pretty but he’s definitely a man,” Sylvain agreed, still looking at where Felix’s leg was touching his own.

“And you liked that he took the lead?”

“Hm?” Sylvain asked, not quite keeping up with where Felix was going. “Yeah, I guess.”

Slowly nodding his head, Felix seemed to be considering something. And then, with reflexes honed from thousands of hours of training and battles, Felix lunged towards Sylvain.

His hands grabbed Sylvain’s shoulders a little too tightly and his lips hit Sylvain’s own a little too hard and with an awkwardness that screamed inexperience. But the feeling still made Sylvain’s mind go blank and as the momentum made him topple over backwards, he was forced to choose between catching himself and wrapping his arms around Felix’s waist.

The last of Sylvain’s breath was knocked away when his back hit the ground, but he barely noticed it when he realised that one of Felix’s hands was cradling the back of his head to prevent it from getting hurt in their fall. 

Felix, who had knocked him on his ass (and his front and his back and, yes, his head) during training more times than Sylvain wanted to remember, had softened his fall and was now using their positions to keep Sylvain trapped in a clumsy but oh-so-hungry kiss.

Not that ‘trapped’ was the right word when getting away was the last thing Sylvain would have wanted.

“Sylvain,” Felix said when he finally pulled away, sounding as winded as Sylvain felt. “I won’t do…casual. So if you can’t be serious, tell me now.”

Despite the confidence of his actions, Felix looked more than a little petrified. When Sylvain tried to meet his gaze, his eyes kept darting away and then back again; and the hand that had slipped down from Sylvain’s shoulder and onto his chest seemed to be trembling. 

Unwrapping one of his arms from around Felix’s waist, Sylvain laid his hand on top of Felix’s and held it tight over his own heart. “I’ve never wanted to be so serious about anyone in my life, Fe.”

Even the chill settling in as night finished falling couldn’t be blamed for the way Felix’s face burned bright red. He looked so cute that Sylvain had to grab the front of his shirt and haul him in for another kiss, which naturally led to another and another and another.

When they finally parted for longer than a few moments, Sylvain’s wandering hands had knocked parts of Felix’s hair loose from its tie and left his clothes so askew that Felix was going to have a task ahead of him to fix them up. While he was fiddling with that, Sylvain took the opportunity to sit back up and rest his elbow on his knee, his chin resting on his palm.

“...What?” Felix said when he noticed Sylvain watching him, not quite managing to hide that it was embarrassment rather than annoyance driving his attitude. 

“Never thought I’d see you like this,” Sylvain murmured, his eyes tracking over Felix’s messy hair and kiss-swollen lips. 

“Don’t be an idiot,” Felix replied, his usual venom completely missing. Sylvain laughed, reaching over to coax one of Felix’s hands away from where it was straightening his clothes and lifting it to his own lips.

“If I’m an idiot, it’s only because my brain stops working right when I’m around you.”

Felix spluttered, his cheeks going bright red again, but he didn’t try to snatch his hand away from Sylvain. That was definitely a win, and Sylvain looked up to wink at Felix as he kissed the back of his hand once more and then let it fall away.  

He was probably laying it on a little thick, but how was he supposed to stop doing that when Felix was letting him do it?

“C’mere,” Sylvain said, still shocked that it took minimal coaxing to get Felix kneeling over his lap again. Another deep kiss, Felix already picking up how to meet Sylvain’s tongue with his own, and Sylvain wanted to touch him properly so badly; but he didn’t want to scare Felix off, and so he kept his hands on Felix’s waist this time.

And then, for the hundredth or so time that day, Felix shocked him by taking the lead and sliding his hand between their bodies with obvious intent.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Sylvain said as he grabbed Felix’s wrist, regretting that he’d bullied himself into being the good guy so thoroughly that he couldn’t just let Felix grope him with a clear conscience. “I know I said I like assertiveness but you don’t have to push yourself into anything you’re not comfortable with just because you think I want it.”

“Who’s not comfortable?” Felix asked, but then his eyes widened slightly. “Unless you don’t want —”

“Oh, believe me, that’s not the problem here at all,” Sylvain rushed to reassure Felix, his grip loosening and Felix immediately taking advantage to let his fingers resume their slow crawl. “But you’ve never struck me as that kinda guy, and I never want to do anything that we’re not both fully into.”

After a long, silent moment, Felix rocked his hips against Sylvain’s thigh and Sylvain had to bite back a groan at the sudden knowledge that Felix was just as hard as he was.

“Does that feel like someone who’s not into this? Besides, you let Yuri touch it,” Felix grumbled, his fingers still slowly inching down Sylvain’s stomach. “It’s my turn.”

“This isn’t a competition, you don’t need to prove anything —”

“You’re right, there’s no competition at all,” Felix said, haughty and proud even with his fingers prying open the front of Sylvain’s trousers.

“There really isn’t,” Sylvain sighed, trying not to sound so much like a lovestruck fool. Sure, Manuela had said no sex, but surely a handjob would be okay? “So if you wanna touch me that bad, you can go right ahe — ah fuck!”

Felix clearly didn’t have technique. Well, Sylvain assumed he’d at least handled one dick before, but the angles were slightly different on someone else; there was an art to it, and Sylvain had never really believed that enthusiasm could make up for a lack of practice.

But Felix already had him questioning everything he’d thought to be true, so what was one more thing to toss onto that pile. The positions of their bodies made it hard for Felix to get a decent motion going, but Sylvain couldn’t have cared less when that was his dick in Felix’s hand. 

“Tell me what you like,” Felix said, the words barely penetrating the pleasure fog that had descended on Sylvain’s brain. 

“I like you,” Sylvain managed, grinning dumbly when Felix snorted in amusement. “Just keep doing what you’re doing, baby, feels good.”

It was probably fifty-fifty as to whether Felix had decided to allow the pet name or if he’d missed it entirely, but Sylvain really hoped it was the former. To call Felix a pet name and not get his head figuratively (or potentially literally) ripped off was like a dream come true, and he tipped his head forward to rest against Felix’s shoulder as he let himself indulge in pleasure.

“A little faster and I’ll come,” Sylvain said, enjoying the way Felix shuddered against him. Always a quick study with something in his hands, Felix gradually increased his pace until Sylvain groaned, recognising the clear sign that he’d found the sweet spot. 

His hips rocking up to meet Felix’s hand as best he could with a grown man in his lap, Sylvain let his eyes drift close and wrapped his arms around Felix’s waist to hold him close. 

“Almost there,” he warned when the pleasure started to become too much, and while he wanted the moment to last forever he also wanted to completely fall apart under Felix’s hands. To make sure that Felix knew just how much of a hold he’d always had over Sylvain.

“Do it,” Felix said breathlessly, and before he knew it Sylvain was groaning as he came into Felix’s hand. All he wanted to do was clutch at Felix’s narrow waist and bury his face into Felix’s neck as he shuddered, and Felix’s free hand buried itself in the back of his hair when he went ahead and did it.

“Fuck,” Sylvain muttered against Felix, his breath coming fast as Felix stroked him through the last of his orgasm. “If you’re this good already, a little practice is gonna make you deadly.”

“I’ll add it to my training routine,” Felix said, so dry that Sylvain almost entirely missed that he was joking.

Still…that was some training that Sylvain wouldn’t need much convincing to join in with.

“My turn now?” Sylvain asked, because he might have been deep into his post-orgasm high but he was still a believer in immediately giving back twice as good as he got. Add on the fact that he had Felix in his lap and Sylvain would have kept Felix there with him for the next week if he’d thought he could get away with it. 

One thing at a time, though.

Waiting for Felix to turn his focus to wiping his come-streaked hand on the grass next to them, Sylvain took advantage of his distraction to grab Felix by the hips and haul him around until he was sitting between Sylvain’s thighs with his back against Sylvain’s chest. “This okay?”

“Show me that all that practice was at least worth it.” The way that Felix melted into him had Sylvain biting his lip, suddenly finding that his usual composure was deserting him in the face of, well, Felix.

The man always had been a force of nature to Sylvain.

“You asked for it,” Sylvain replied, gently catching Felix’s earlobe between his teeth as he loosened the front of Felix’s trousers. Felix felt so hard in his hand that it must have been close to hurting, precome already making the head wet. 

Setting a slow pace, Sylvain paid attention to what made Felix shudder and his breath hitch, completely entranced by every moment. His free hand was wrapped firmly across Felix’s stomach, holding Felix as close to him as Sylvain could manage without being physically inside of him, and Sylvain genuinely didn’t know if he’d ever be able to let him go.

Hooking up was great. Sylvain had done enough of it to know that. But hooking up with someone he loved?

Sylvain had never been so eager to please and so unwilling to let it finish.

“Is that good?” Sylvain asked, his lips moving against Felix’s jaw. He didn’t get a verbal answer, which he’d more or less expected, but one of Felix’s hands was gripping Sylvain’s thigh and he was beginning to squirm despite an obvious effort not to.

“You’re beautiful.” Trailing kisses along Felix’s jaw and the exposed parts of his neck, Sylvain could only laugh when Felix very unconvincingly called him a fool, his voice breaking slightly when Sylvain rubbed a thumb over the head of his cock. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long, Fe.”

“Less talking, more — that,” Felix groaned, his breath coming harder and his head lolling back onto Sylvain’s shoulder and exposing more of his neck to Sylvain’s lips. Even though Felix was being so open and pliant now, he was careful not to leave any marks: Felix would definitely kill him for that once his orgasm wore off.

Picking up his pace, Sylvain held Felix close to him as he brought him towards his climax, wanting Felix to know that he cared so much even without words. If Sylvain was feeling overwhelmed by the whole thing, he doubted that Felix would be feeling much better; but Sylvain wasn’t going to let him fall.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, not even caring if that made no sense to Felix. “You can let go.”

Lifting his free hand to tilt Felix’s chin towards him, Sylvain leaned over Felix’s shoulder enough to kiss him. Felix nearly bit him when his body suddenly jerked, teeth grazing off Sylvain’s lip, and it wasn’t surprising when Sylvain felt come splash against his hand a second later. 

Felix’s chest heaved as he slipped away from Sylvain’s lips, his expression as open and unguarded as Sylvain had ever seen it. “Sylvain…”

Not wanting to respond and break the moment, Sylvain just smiled and let Felix pull himself back together. He was slower to snap back than Sylvain would have expected, seeming almost reluctant to pull away and begin putting himself back in order. Surprisingly, his usual sense of distance didn’t return even after he and Sylvain had cleaned up as best they could and stood up, Sylvain offering his cleaner hand to Felix and letting the contact linger a little after he’d hauled Felix upright.

“Is this where you usually run off?” Felix asked once Sylvain let him go, brushing himself off and pointedly not making eye contact.

“Do I look like I’m going to run?” 

“...No,” Felix admitted, and he was right. It actually kind of scared Sylvain a bit how unwilling he was to let the moment end.

“Hey,” Sylvain said, lightly grabbing Felix’s forearms. “Look at me.”

It took a while for Felix to comply, emotional vulnerability never really having been his strong point, but Sylvain was patient. Eventually Felix’s eyes met his own, and Sylvain let himself smile as genuinely as he wanted.

“I was telling the truth, y’know. About wanting to be serious for the right person.”

Felix flushed again, and how had Sylvain never noticed how easy it was to get him to do that? “And what, I’m the right person?”

“Who else could it be?” Sylvain asked, simultaneously wanting to vomit from being so fucking genuine and feeling like a weight had lifted off his shoulders. “It’s always been you.”

Felix stared, silent for several long, torturous moments, but he didn’t try to pull away. “...Who knew Sylvain Gautier had actual emotions?”

“Wow,” Sylvain said, his tone matching the playful glint that had appeared in Felix’s eyes. “Treat a man to the best handjob of his life and this is the thanks I get?”

“The thanks you get is that I might let you do it again.”

“Promise?” Sylvain asked, trying not to sound as excited by the idea as he felt. Felix didn’t reply, but he did tilt his face up towards Sylvain in a playful challenge.

“I like you kind of a lot, Fe,” Sylvain admitted, leaning down to leave a quick kiss on Felix’s lips. 

“No, really?” Felix said dryly, and all Sylvain could do was laugh.

It was fleetingly quick, but Felix smiled and shook his head, his hand briefly resting on Sylvain’s hip before falling away.

“I’m not sleeping in the cold all night, let’s head back.”

“Wanna sleep in my tent?” Sylvain asked hopefully, not actually expecting it to work.

“...I suppose,” Felix said, and Sylvain nearly tripped over his own feet in shock.

“Then let’s get out of here,” he managed, and this time Felix really did look amused.

Fuck, Sylvain loved him so much. 

—----------------------------------------------

“Felix!” Sylvain called as he swept into Felix’s makeshift office. “Let’s go get lunch.”

“Some of us have actual responsibilities,” Felix grumbled as per usual even as he pushed his chair back and stood up.

“Yes, yes,” Sylvain agreed pleasantly, hooking his elbow into Felix’s and laughing when Felix immediately slipped away and shoved his side.

“Don’t push it.”

“I would never.”

The dining hall wasn’t overly busy when they arrived, Sylvain collecting two plates of some sort of meat off the soldiers on cooking duty and dramatically presenting one in front of Felix when they sat down. 

“How are things in Fraldarius?” Sylvain asked, sitting back to enjoy how animated Felix got as he discussed the homeland he was now in charge of. The sudden promotion had clearly worn on him at the start, but now he’d settled into his role so smoothly that it was sometimes hard to remember that he was only nineteen.

Halfway through a story about his mother effortlessly shutting up some old nobles who’d thought that Felix’s absence should have been filled by his uncle alone, Felix abruptly cut himself off and glared at something over Sylvain’s shoulder.

Confused, Sylvain went to turn around but froze when arms were hooked over his shoulders from behind.

“Fancy seeing you two here,” Yuri murmured, a little too close to Sylvain’s ear. 

“Tch,” was all Felix had to say as Sylvain tried and failed to extricate himself from Yuri’s grip. He didn’t trust this shit at all, and just hoped that Yuri would keep the potential for damage (to body, relationship and surroundings alike) to a minimum.

“It’s been a while, Sylvain. What are you doing tonight?”

“Uh,” Sylvain started, eyeing the way Felix’s grip tightened on his knife and wondering if he should duck and save himself or piss Felix off by preventing him from stabbing Yuri. Before he could do either, though, Felix relaxed as if nothing had ever happened.

“Me,” he said simply, surprising a laugh out of Sylvain who could only watch as Felix’s knife cut through his food instead of Yuri’s eyeball. 

“Well, isn’t that a surprise,” Yuri said, not sounding surprised at all. Patting Sylvain on the top of the head, his hand lingered a little even as his weight disappeared off Sylvain’s shoulders. “Congratulations, I suppose.”

“Yep,” was all Sylvain risked saying, even as Felix didn’t look the slightest bit bothered anymore. 

“Well, don’t expect me to wait around until he gets bored of you.” 

“You wish,” Felix muttered under his breath, and Sylvain was so touched that he barely heard Yuri’s footsteps as he walked away.

Not sure if he should voice his thoughts, Sylvain waited until Felix had taken a few more bites to put down his own knife and lean forward. “You know, I promise there’s nothing going on with him anymore.”

“Oh, I’m aware.”

“When did you get so cool, Duke Fraldarius?” 

“Somewhere around the time I realised that you’re so in love with me that you’re wrapped around my little finger.” 

Sylvain considered putting up at least a token protest to that, but he was well aware that neither of them would believe it. “Yeah, I guess that’s fair.”

Going back to his meal, Sylvain let a few beats pass before he looked up at Felix and grinned. “D’you promise that I get to do you tonight, though?”

Felix raised an eyebrow, although as had become much more common for him lately he didn’t look anywhere close to annoyed. “Maybe, maybe not.”

“Gotta stop getting my hopes up like this,” Sylvain said with an exaggerated sigh, although he almost dropped his knife when Felix’s leg pressed up against his own under the table.

“Maybe I’ll do you instead this time.”

“Fuck, Felix,” Sylvain cursed, trying not to think too hard about that in the middle of their bloody dining hall and failing miserably. “If anyone notices me walking out of here with a huge boner, I’m telling them exactly whose fault it was.”

Felix laughed, a too-rare sound that Sylvain was always going to treasure, and eventually their conversation returned to more appropriate topics as they finished their meal and lingered at the table, both of them clearly unwilling to part until evening.

Felix was the one who finally broke the stalemate, his sense of duty finally outweighing everything else. “I’ll see you tonight, Sylvain.”

“You bet,” Sylvain winked, and he wasn’t at all subtle in turning around to watch Felix leave. He looked so regal in his family cloak, his posture straight and proud, and there really was no way Sylvain could have even considered going back to anyone else. Felix really had been right, that day they’d sat together on the grass and finally sorted years of emotions out: there was no competition at all. 

Sylvain was in it deeper than he’d ever thought possible, but that was a lot less scary when he knew that Felix was right there beside him.

[karebear923]

I just finished watching XO, Kitty and I have so many thoughts!!!

Ok first off, I love my boy Dae!!! Everyone’s talking about not liking him as a love interest but I really like him as a character! Sure he made some mistakes but honestly they all did and we can forgive them. I just want to see him happy in the end, whether that’s with Kitty or not!

That being said, let’s not forget he and Kitty are each other’s best friend and they were together for 4 whole years! They know each other so well and that’s so important! I won’t rule him out as a love interest!

Second, I really like Minho as a character too. He was respectful of the fact that Kitty and Dae were together and never even hinted at his feelings for Kitty to anyone until he knew that they were over. But the way he just straight up told her before the flight took off kinda sucked imo, I think there would’ve been a better moment to say it. They could’ve left the episode on the cliffhanger of him maybe confessing his feelings to her now that he knew he could see her during the break.

Everyone’s shipping Kitty with Yuri, but I think we’re all forgetting the fact that Yuri has a girlfriend she’s very much in love with! I get that Kitty and Dae were in love and if they could break up over Kitty’s feelings for Yuri then the same could happen for Yuri and Julianna, but still. Although I do acknowledge that there was a slight spark of something between her and Kitty.

And idk if Kitty and Minho would be a good couple either, since she really didn’t express any interest in him all season. She was too caught up in Dae and Yuri to notice him. But maybe now that she’s done with Dae (😢) she’ll start to notice Minho and see that she likes him too. Probably lol.

Alex, oh Alex. 😅 I felt bad for Alex cause everyone treated him bad except for Kitty lol. I hope he gets to know his birth family more and that he gets a happy ending too. I’m rooting for you buddy! 💪🏽

Ok, I get that Florian didn’t want to flunk out of school and have to move, but he didn’t need to get the top score!! 😠 I’m so mad at him for that, cause he took away Dae’s room and board scholarship!!! Which btw it’s way effed up that he needs to be the actual top of the class to keep it! Like wtf!? Most scholarships give a range of grades but not the condition that he must be #1! And it’s a stupid thing for Florian to do for himself too, cause won’t the school be alerted when he’s been getting bad grades this whole time and suddenly he’s top of the class? Yeah, ok.

Most of the time I’m the kind of person that ships the main couple and can’t see any other possibilities but this time I honestly don’t prefer one ship over the other. In terms of the characters themselves, my heart’s with Dae and I want him to be happy. But idk if I ship him with Kitty as endgame, or if I just want them together if it means his happiness. I could see her with Minho too cause I also like him, he’s a good person and they could be good together. But we haven’t seen Kitty express any interest in him yet. I just can’t personally ship her with Yuri right now because of how much I see that Yuri loves her girlfriend Julianna, and I don’t wanna ruin that. But if they show her reciprocating Kitty’s feelings more in the future then maybe I could ship them too. It’s too much of a toss-up right now tbh.

All-in-all, it was a fun show! An easy watch; I actually binged the whole thing today which is something I never do! And I’m excited to see more! Can’t wait for season 2! Fingers crossed they make more! 🤞🏽

[holisticsoulhealer]

Wisdom and Kindness - A Spiritual Story

This newsletter has the possibility of holding the energy of relaying that greatest of greats - wisdom and kindness.

The difference between the personality, character, and ego traits and wisdom become more obvious as we hopefully learn with the aging process ( that’s not everybody of course.)

Wisdom can be defined in spiritual terms in this way, “wisdom doesn’t need to speak. Instead it sits back, listening with the heart fully engaged, while the personality speaks out loud.”

Kindness is one of the loveliest traits of mankind when we exercise it, and all too often we haven’t been particularly famous for being kind at all, not now or throughout our history. Let’s hope there’s massive room for improvement in this area.

Bringing the two energies of both wisdom and kindness together, is a wonderful combination, and one we all deserve to not only meet in our lives, but also to experience first hand.

I am living every day with a man so kind and loving, it sometimes takes my breath away. He is way more patient than me, and even on the roads in the state of Florida (which currently has the absolute worst drivers I’ve seen so far), he has a tolerance that I don’t possess. It’s one of the things I’m working on. The urge to sit with my head out of the window, using very bad language, is one I have to stop myself from doing all the time. Enlightened? I think not!

He has shown patience to grown and growing, quite selfish and uncaring people in his life, while he continues to love them and leave doors open for their behaviors and attitudes to change. While I am a door closed, locked, bolted and I’m in another realm, far enough away to forget any of that even existed.

I am learning so much from him, and it’s really cute, because he thinks he’s growing and learning from me (perhaps we won’t tell him just yet.)

I personally had a very different childhood than any of my siblings. They didn’t care for my mother, and I adored her. They didn’t bother to get to know her, and I couldn’t soak up enough details of who she was, what mattered to her and how she grew up in war torn England. I found her fascinating, lovely, wise, kind and one of the best people I had the great pleasure to meet. I certainly preferred her to anyone I lived with, and she was a woman close to my heart and soul. I don’t know or understand anyone who had the opportunity to meet her, to not appreciate the gentleness of her soul. I knew that about her, and felt better about me for being able to see the wisdom and kindness in her.

I seek that in everyone now (not as much the Floridian drivers yet, but I’m working on it!)

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[britcision]

Our dnd monotheist is At It Again btw

I’m having a lovely time watching their journey, they’re trying to explain “their god is the only one all the rest are fake” a little differently each time

Trying to build it into the lore, to make sense of it with what the party knows, tying in the world building but at the same time…

It’s REALLY showing me where they have and haven’t been listening to the lore cuz they’re coming up with some great explanations! Great reasons why the rest of the world makes sense!

It’s just, little things the entire rest of the world knows about the world that poke instantly straight through

There was a Big Level 20 Fight 135 years ago game time (and boy the elves working out who was alive for that was funny, one of them is lying about her age by fucking 80 years)

As in, a chunk of the map is a crater where the fight took place, because one of the gods from the Celestial Plane tried to step directly into the Prime Material where everyone lives, and use the power of the ensuing explosion

(Because yeah, the Prime Material plane is much more fucking delicate and is not capable of withstanding divine presence directly, it’s “the world is made of cardboard” but the cardboard already burned to ash)

To power themself up enough and take over the surviving realms

So the world knows exactly what happens when divinity tries to walk directly

I told our monotheist this before the game started, part of our “this is how we gonna introduce cracks in his cult conditioning” because… yeah, the cult believes their leader is the only god. In the flesh

Which the rest of the world knows can’t happen, but that does not matter to the cult because they’re a cult, all except our lone PC

And this god was defeated by an alliance of powerful heroes and villains, who solved the problem by taking the beginnings of the crack, whole punching through every realm at once, and slammed the god and their mortal accomplice out beyond time

Neither of them can be remembered, not names, species, what they looked like, what they were the god of, so most of the stories instead focus on the Incredible Love Story of a villain and her rival hero Joining Forces And Dying Tragically In Each Others Arms To Save The World

Cuz yeah, can’t try and do it again if no one knows how it was done, just that it went Really Really Fucking Badly and should not be attempted again

And our monotheist knows this story, it’s come up in game and they went to a play about it and all as part of our world building, and I gave them some spoilers for part of their cult planning

And last session, oooh they did a good last session, they had their lad justify it as maybe the Incursion was the one true god trying to come through directly? And they were proud of them and I was proud of them

And I reminded the party that the only thing y’all know about the god in question is that they have been removed from time

Can’t be remembered, is no longer here

And my dear monotheist looked so surprised? Like they expected their boy to be right? And I just

It was one of my three big bullet points about the incursion

1) god tried to come to world

2) god and follower removed from time

3) Tragic Love Story That Totally Won’t Be Relevant Later

I know they remember he’s supposed to be wrong and have the revelation because He Chose Another God To Paladin To (Verenstra) and because the bit of his story we’re fucking vibrating to get to…

Is learning the cult is wrong and attacking them to get in and rescue his Beloved Brother/I Think Originally Love Interest But They Decided On Brother and helping break his conditioning

Like, most of what we talk about is the deprogramming of brother and Fan Service Best Friend (who will be getting a character arc they don’t know about yet 😈😈😈)

Just in the moment, in character, I fucking swear they forget Every Single Time and I’m starting to worry about them

We can’t get to the arc they want to get to so badly until he starts to ask questions????

But he did just tell the cleric to his face that his god is either a lesser employee or fake and the cleric’s a petty bitch so that’ll come up again when he needs healing

Monotheist is so proud of his one level of paladin cuz he can heal now but he’s about to learn just how little that first level is because oh yeah, directly after that conversation? They’re going into a boss fight

The cleric has 100% of the time been the one connecting pieces in the background and unlocking everyone’s secrets (he also takes no notes and plays drunk I’m very impressed), he remembers EVERYTHING

[wench-and-jezebel]

Dark Angel Reaction: Blah Blah Woof Woof

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

As we prepare to start watching:

Wench: “Okay, count at will!” Jezebel: “3 2 1 go” Wench’s video: *freezes* Wench: Wait! Jezebel: … Un-go

– – –

Ah chess

Jezebel’s video: *freezes*Wench: DAMMIT

[Poor Logan… Doesn't he know?  "Always let the [transgenic] win"  Well, I guess it's the opposite; he wants her to let him win... but oh well]

“See ya”

[The music tho]

What ya doing Lintlicker

Le gasp

Oooof, a gun.  He crazy

Buddy you don’t dismiss everyone

Pervo ☠️☠️☠️

Ooooof close call

Took you long enough to see it  [Okay, I'm sorry, but it's not that good a photo]  

[I love these three. OC, Herbal, and Sketchy are my adored.  I also love Normal anthropomorphizing the packages :)]

Ahhh another intense episode

Oh noooo!  Intense for more than just Max

Ok I’m sorry maybe it’s just me but the doctor said this very weird  [Is true.]  Like at first his tone was you may need to do it.  Then it swapped to ehhh you don’t wanna do it.  [Tis true.  Also, Logan looking at him like, "Bud, you're not convincing me not to do surgery" is kinda funny]

Uh oh busted

[OH SHIT OH FUCK Max’s line about “Look how thin she is; can you say eating disorder?” is so horrible given what I've heard about Alba’s time on set.]

The thing I don’t get. These kids escaped… what does he think is gonna happen if he catches them after all this time… they are just gonna be like. Oooop ya got me! Now I’ll work for you again  [Yeah.  Don’t forget, you haven’t met PsyOps yet]  True

[Poor Normal, acting all hurt and slighted… "She didn't come back from her morning run; imagine that. I had some high hopes for you, pal, but you just turned out to be like all the rest, didn’t you? Just a great, big, fat goose egg." cough cough, you didn’t come back and that hurt my feelings :((((]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️  Looool true  [Am I wrong?  That's the vibe it's got.]  Not at all lol it really is

[Zach continues to annoy me, just btw]  OC gonnn fuck him up  [She should!!!]

Zogan pt 2  [I'm telling you; Lach]  Bruh.  Turn my brain off.  Turn it off.  I don’t wanna be here.  These aren’t the fics that Anon was asking for.

HOW IS HE DRIVING

Oh wait it actually shows the mechanisms this time… Run him over!

But also, I feel like he wouldn’t be such a natural at a handicap vehicle.  Like, just have the trainer drive.

[Normal has a bad habit of doing what he thinks is right and it not being right, btw] ☠️☠️☠️

Normal.  My Buddy.  You got lipgloss on.  [WAIT WHAT?!  PAUSE.  We'll do the midpoint reaction early; I gotta check]  Ok lol  [oh my god he does.  OH MY GOD HE DOES.  YOU'RE NOT WRONG!!!]  😂😂😂

Ooooooo imma slap a Zach

Oh, speak of the devil (Max) and she shall appear

All these people shooting at her and all of them missing; she’s not even dodging?!?!  They’re like Stormtroopers!

– – – 

Midpoint reaction: (note: from here on out — on both this episode and the next, maybe on some others too, though they’ll be labelled if so — this reaction was done on a voice call.  The conversation has been assembled after the episode as well as we could, but it’s not word-for-word!)

Jezebel: This episode’s another intense one, and very nerve-wracking, but not a lot’s really happened in this one?

Wench: I KNOW.  Like, this is really intense, but also, somehow, really slow, and, come on, writers, are you ever going to advance the plot???

Jezebel: All I’ve got right now is Lach, and I don’t want it, but it’s there.  Like, that last exchange felt like a Max/Logan scene, but they swapped Max out for Zach

Wench: EXACTLY.  And that exchange about the window being open?  Literally a parallel to the pilot.  I think that line was an exact callback, in fact, though I haven’t checked to confirm for sure.

Jezebel: Normal’s got a decently big part in this episode…

Wench: Comments for Normal Anon?

Jezebel: He’s mighty shiny lol

Wench: And favorite characters at this point?

Jezebel:  Kinda hard to say.  Before I started watching NCIS again, I was like meh: Logan was just there.  But now that I’m back hyperfixating on the show again, I love Logan even though there’s no reason to.  OC is up there, then Herbal, just because I like their bits.  And I hate that I don’t like Max because Jessica Alba is hot.

Wench: (re. OC/Herbal et al) I feel so bad for not liking/rewatching season 1 much because I’m coming to the conclusion that I really love the Jam Pony scenes.

Jezebel: Right?!?!  I loved scenes like the last episode's

Wench: Normal did not deserve that!!!

Jezebel: He really didn’t!  He’s… I’m trying to come up with a comparable character, and it’s not much working.  He’s not “I can’t stand him; he’s so horrible.”  He’s not even that bad.  He’s just a bit annoying sometimes.  But I like him at other times.  Maybe Hotch?  I would say gibbs but I know you have strong feelings against him ☠️☠️☠️  Maybe the Gibbs gibbs is supposed to be?  He’s complex! Cause normal is an ass… but not an asshole. There’s a difference ☠️  And I don’t recall another character being that dorky kinda loveable but assish too.

Wench: Yeah, that makes sense!  And I think you’re gonna get more insight into him next episode, which is why I said wait until then for the Normal Bingo.

Jezebel: Ah, I see!

Wench: Any other comments before we go on?

Jezebel: Just this, and you should put it in bold and italics or something in the reaction… THIS ONE WAS VERY SLOW

Wench: All-caps and bold it is :) 

– – –

He looks like William Shatner from Star Trek

[btw, it bears mentioning that Max is already acting suspiciously, to the point that everyone at her workplace, aside from OC and kinda Herbal, thinks she might be the murderer the Wanted posters are looking for.  She’s suspicious even before the whole transgenic scare in season 2, so, once again, why does OC try to unite everyone behind her???]

“Are you not a man- *pause* -to be taken lightly?”

“Uh...mmm...Yeah. I mean, no. Uh...uh, yeah, I most certainly am...not.”  Not a man, huh?  I see.

[Why are the car scenes with Zach, Logan, and Max so awkwarddddd (I say as if I don’t know)]

Did she say “it’s sad”?  [I think so].  Who just says “it’s sad?!?”

[SKETCHY HAVING A NORMAL-APPRECIATION MOMENT]

Poor Sketchy [His hair just looks so disheveled]

“Blah blah woof woof”  Wot?  [No clue!!  She said that earlier and I still have no clue what it means]  I’m gonna have to use that.  Well, look it up and then use it

[MAX AND LOGAN JUST KISSED??? I FORGOT THAT]

This is such a “oh, my woman just left.  Of course it’s gonna rain; I’m gonna go sit at the window” moment.  Didn’t he do that when the ex-wife left?  [Yup alksdjf]  He’s very Bella-Swan-coded.  [You’re right!!!]

The rain is making it look like he’s crying and that’s making it even sadder

[SHE’S DOING IT TOO. Little did we realize they’re both Bella Swan]

[He held onto that glass — and her hand around that glass — a bit too long]. This whole scene, like, screams “well, we aren’t really blood siblings”

You were twelve.

[This scene is so concernin-  *Zach brushes Max’s hair behind her ear* I’M SORRY?!?!  “SOME ASSEMBLY REQUIRED” WHO?!!?]

I love how Normal's actor realized he’d messed up his hair by brushing his hand through it, so he fixed it first

The guy in lock-up be like “Hey, I like your lipgloss” to Normal

Uh oh, something’s wrong.  What’s trainer see?  “Oh my god he’s dead”?

OH MY GOD HE’S DEAD

Did she just get a sixth sense or something?  [Apparently!!!]  There’s something not right with the force.  (Be funny if Zach looked up, too, though)

He ded

Logan didn’t really collapse; he just laid down on a table [this is only the first of two times minimum he does that this series]

[btw, there’s no way she didn’t just break her leg with that physics]

Oh, no, not again  [what is that prolonged eye contact between Max and Zach, too?!]

Oh, my god, that’s right where I passed out; this is why I can’t be a doctor.  Blood would shoot out at me and they’d be like, welp, doctor’s down

[I repeat, that photo does not even look like her]

What operating rooms are right there where you can see them from the waiting room?

I thought that was Logan; I was like, he’s cured!

[What is this doctor-patient confidentiality???  I didn’t realize all you had to do to bypass HIPAA was pull puppy-dog eyes and repeat, “Is he dying?”]  It’s ‘cause she’s pretty

“Yeah, no problem, stranger that I don’t know knows this patient; you can stay here all alone”

*Max begins a blood transfusion*  This is why you don’t just leave random people alone with patients

When Logan gets up, he needs to be like, so you care now?

HOW LONG HAVE THEY LEFT HER WITH HIM

[Wait, it’s that red balloon again alksdjf]

You couldn’t even dream him walking?

Needs to say “Bitch, I can’t walk”

He actually said it

Oh, and again: “If I can’t walk, I can’t dance”

I wonder if you donate organs, this happens.  That’d be weird

You gotta love when the writers are like, this is gonna be so sweet and cute and the best scene ever and it’s just… not.  [You’re not wrong]  Like, this is cute enough and all, but it’s also really weird

And it’s also gonna give some poor person with epilepsy a seizure

And that’s the end of the series; they die together

[They just put a blood-deprived person in general lock-up; how is she still standing?!]  Exactly!  And they didn’t even give her a bandaid; they just pulled out the needle.  And I’ve been to the hospital and gotten an IV, and they pulled out the needle, and blood went everywhere.  It’s like the scene in SPN where Dean broke his leg and then pulled out the IV and there was just nothing.  I’m like, this is a show about hunting supernatural creatures, but this is the unrealistic bit.  [This is the most unrealistic thing in this show, and the brothers fight god with a gun.]

Well, dang, they got Zach too

[I’m sorry, but that was such a teen movie way of leaving.  “Oh, I’m just gonna… toss my hair… and then jump over this wall.”]

Who licks their glasses arm like that?  Like, it’s one thing to chew on it, but Lintlicker, like… licked it

[Poor Sketchy’s still struggling.  And Normal looks beat.  But I like his jacket, btw]

[They let the stranger back in]  They were like, well, ya know what, she did a good thing; she saved him

[“He cares about you.  And I don’t mean just like a brother.”  DAMN IT STARTED THIS EARLY?]

And back to denying it.  Like, come on, you shared a blood dream.  [I can’t believe that even happened]

Right back to solving one problem and bringing up another one.

[Nasally monologue returns]  And so does her talking in circles!

— — — 

Jezebel: Well, in the second half, a lot happened!  They were like, we ain’t gonna put much in the first half because we’re gonna have to try and kill you in the second half.  Also, there’s like a ship… not unlocked, but it’s there.  They don’t want it to be there --- I don't want it to be there --- but it’s there.  Uh… I actually didn’t hate Max this episode.  Or even not-like her

Wench: I know!!! Though, admittedly, for an episode about Max, she was only in, like, three scenes

Jezebel: They could have made him collapsing a bit more dramatic, to be honest.  Like, sprawled out on the floor.  Or in his chair, still by the window.

Wench: I KNOW.  Like, I fell asleep over my homework all the time in high school/college, so he could just have been asleep; that was much less dramatic than it could/should have been.

Jezebel: And… the dream.  I’m gonna keep coming back to it.  If I had one final thought at the end of this episode, it was pinned back at that dream.  That was so weird.  But I think that’s a wrap, so.  Yeah!

– – –

Wench post-script during tagging; Kendra hasn’t been in, like, three episodes… I wonder if she’s off for good.  I know she leaves before s2, but I didn’t expect it this early!  I guess we’ll see as the episodes continue

[lcs-library]

Welp, I said I’d release my drafts/ideas when I reached 100 followers, and here we are!! Some are longer than others, some are just random headcanons, but overall, please enjoy my random brainrot!! Thanks for all the support!!

-“Muse”- Tsuzuru fic, can’t come up with story for next script, writes one based on mc

-masumi oshi reader gets isekai’d as Izumi

-Lazy mornings with Tsuzuru. Think about it. He hugs u from behind, digging his face into your shoulder and you greet him with a “good morning” and he just passes out on top of you. When you notice, you turn around and hold him in your arms to support him as he tries to keep himself awake. His words are slurred as he mumbles out a “gurd murnin”.

-Okay this fic idea won’t leave my brain and I’m surprised that nobody’s done it yet, but having Twisted Wonderland as a world in Kingdom Hearts and having Sora attend Night Raven College.

-Character song fics. I don’t know WHY these haven’t been done yet. (Could be used for Obey Me, A3!, Sanrio Danshi(suprisingly), and possibly Twisted Wonderland(using Piece of my World))

-speaking of character song fics, I really want to do a character study with Teenager and Azami

-Sakuya totally does the thing his stage actor does with him where he holds his sweatshirt and pulls it down when he’s holding still bc it’s so CUTE I have to include it in fics more

-Tsuzuru has become the family therapist bc he’s so easy to talk to and be around, and if you talk to him while he’s super sleep deprived he’ll probably treat u like a child on instinct and then forget about the whole incident

-I need to write an It’s Always Raining in the Backstreets SakyoIzu fic bc it’s so obviously about her it HURTS

-SakyoIzu fic revolving around the time when they were kids and Izumi said she wanted to marry him(Initial R backstage story)

-I need soft n snuggly Banchan it’s for my health

-Singing a folk song abt death to comfort mams after a nightmare only to make it worse with the thought of mc dying as he will live on

-“You’ll be gone in the morning” oneshot about A3EN closing(if I end up doing it, it’ll be SO late but Sakuya angst <3), mc talking to sakuya about leaving. Director has to go somewhere and they can’t come back to Mankai. The company holds a sort of goodbye party for them, and everybody says their individual goodbyes. Once everything has settled down and everyone’s gone to bed, there’s a knock at the door. Sakuya comes in and asks to speak to them. He talks to them about how worried he is about them and the company, and there’s just a lot of tears and uneasiness. YES the phrase “You’ll be gone in the morning” will be there it’s in the title.

-Snippet: The silence between you was deafening.

Sakuya fiddled with the hem of his shirt, his eyes darting to different spots across the room before he finally spoke up.

“I- I love you. You can take that as you want, I just want you to know that. You deserve it. If I’m never gonna see you again, you should hear it from me at least once.”

He gave a weak smile as he spoke, grabbing your hand to give it a small squeeze.

You could see more tears welling up in his eyes, getting ready to dampen his already wet cheeks even more. You had to smile to fight off the pain that was clenching your heart as you gazed at him.

Now it was your turn to feel the sting of more tears pricking at your own eyes, threatening to fall at any moment.

You took a deep breath, looking up to keep the tears from falling, before you finally replied.

“I love you too. More than you can imagine. You’ve shaped the person I am today, and losing you will be one of the hardest things I’ll go through. I don’t know how I’m going to go on, but I’ll try my best. I hope I can see your pretty smile again in one way or another.”

You sighed as Sakuya blushed slightly at the comment, a forced giggle on his lips in a futile attempt to keep his sadness at bay. You spoke again.

“Thanks for the memories. Thank you for everything. I love you too.”

With that, you pulled him into a hug, keeping him close to you for as long as you could, praying this moment would last forever.

-other scenes will include: falling asleep next to him, possible part 2 of Sakuya waking up, confused why he’s in the director’s room, then he turns over, expecting to see them, only to realize they’re gone. A huge wave of what happened hits him, and he cries and cries. Soon, some of the spring troupe guys come in, also expecting to see the director to start rehearsals, only to find Sakuya in a heap. They also have that wave hit them. Cue the cute harugumi sleeping together tradition except REALLY sad. Also, I want MC to hold Sakuya as close as they can, crying into him, pleading not to go, possibly singing? Possible prequel consisting of the boys’ goodbye messages?

-Prequel: “Goodbyes”, separate from Saku one shot, consists of boys’ goodbyes to director

More from “You’ll Be Gone In the Morning”:

“You know, it’s kinda crazy, you’re the first one to fully up and leave the company, even if it isn’t by choice. I mean, you’re the one who brought us all together and…never mind, forget it.” You tilted your head inquisitively.

“Forget it? What were you going to say?”

“Well, you’re the one who brought us all together, and I’m a little scared that you’re gonna be the one who accidentally tears us apart.” Sakuya lowered his head, avoiding eye contact with you, trying hard to hold back his tears.

-Omi boob(and possibly Joe boob?)(oooo Sakyo boob? Best edition of his boobs is in the stageplays and he’s canonically pretty flat but I can dream, ok???)

-Evil mad scientist Banri hhhhhhh (I have NEVER wanted to be Zero before tf hhhhhhh, possible The Stranger au?)

-MC is a stage manager at Mankai, and just cute shenanigans backstage, but plaster onto a fluffy fic :) (ex: dancing to the bgm for the show, trying to give kisses but it leaves a lipstick mark and they panic, etc.)

-Sakuya learning to be more open about his emotions, other charas helping him get thru it(based off of closing night performance of 4 seasons <3)

-Matchablossom only one bed

-a list of random phrases that Citron has probably said(for practice writing him, but also I wanna steal ‘em all from r/boneappletea)

-GIGGLY BANRI OMGGGGG

-I want to write more Tsumu but only for the fact that I get to spend 4 hours looking up flower symbolism(and bc he’s really soft)

-blooming smile inspired fic, based on lyrics in bridge <3

-KISS LOID FORGER *spooky piano music* KISS LOID FORGER

-Genderfluid Kazunari. That is all.

-A3! Hcs/scenarios: falling asleep with you

-is Banri allergic to cats? No? Well he is now cuz I think it’s funny

-Curry Bread fic, quite literally the song just plastered onto a fic and I’m not kidding

-Natsugumi sleepover <3

-I wanna finish out writing all the Sanrio boys actually(need to finish Ryo and Shushu, possible fic with all of ‘em)

-PUT THE SANRIO BOYS EVENT INTO THE EN VERSION OF HELLO SWEET DAYS SO I CAN WRITE A FIC ABOUT IT(like they all run a cafe together and stuff <3)

-A3! Troupes playing just dance bc it would be fun

-incorrect quotes but it’s shit me and my friends said during our shows

-A3 hanahaki w/ motif flowers

-Chikaita soulmates au?(chika pov, red string)

-JuBan cake shop/tattoo artist(Mixed Vegetables sorta plot, if you’ve read that manga)

-Kazumisu but this

-Tsuzkazu but make this an actual fic of how they met and fell in love

-Imagine cupping Sakuya’s cheeks in your hands and nuzzling your nose against his. He returns the action, and then once he’s in the middle of it, kissing him on the lips and flustering him, then he just giggles and thanks you, nervously pecking your cheek in return UGH he makes me so soft dammit

-Sakuya having a lil girl at his daycare call him her bf and having to deal with reader being his ACTUAL partner and it’s awkward n adorable and nnnngh

-maybe in similar vain to Tsuzuru’s initial R backstage?

-Mankai company + plays my friends wrote

-FUCK Kaoru Hakaze givin u a kiss on the cheek. You treasure it but he just thinks its fan service. *cries* FUCKING PLAYBOY

-Itaru sneaking up behind you, hugging you from the back, quickly giving you a peck on the cheek. “What do you want.” “Oh, how rude, and here I just wanted to show some affection.” “You’re kidding.” “All right, you got me.” “So?” “Will you pull for me?” “Yeah, what game?” “Kniround mobile.” “Ah, the favorite.” “Yep.”

And that’s all!! I kinda feel like I’m exposing myself here lol, but I’m so excited that you all support me enough for me to be able to do this!! Thank you, and I look forward to writing for everyone more!!

[wander-wren]

free falling- orientations/relationships

some of these are subject to change since they were assigned semi-arbitrarily, but for the most part, they’re solid. these are the relationships at the start of the fic as well, so they’re subject to change. under the cut for length

lov (plus also hawks):

hawks- submissive, has been contracted with the hpsc since he was fourteen, technically all of his handlers are his doms

dabi- dominant, currently not seeing anyone seriously, but yknow 👀🦅

shigaraki- sub-leaning switch, kinda sorta dating spinner but not under contract

kurogiri- submissive, technically, but i imagine the whole nomu thing kinda messed with his biology? i see him as still having the instincts and such, but not getting sick like the others if he doesn’t submit, which is convenient

compress- dominant, honestly no one knows what his relationships look like

toga- submissive, not seeing anyone seriously or regularly at all bc she has…specific tastes, if you know what i mean

twice- trans-oriented dom-to-switch, i don’t see him sceneing with anyone until it gets to the emergency withdrawal stage bc of Complicated Feelings. but he and toga help each other out platonically every once in a while

spinner- middle of the road switch, kinda sorta dating shigaraki without a contract

assorted heroes:

erasermic- together bc theyre the same, both mid-scale switches and very very permanently contracted, and probably also married, which i imagine is rare & seen as more symbolic/ old fashioned in this ‘verse

miruko- dominant, currently single & always willing to help hawks out platonically, but he always refuses

endeavor- dommiest dom there is and a huge bigot about it. we all know what his relationship status is

as a blanket statement the class a kids are still 15/16 and none of them should be contracting with anyone (they could, with parental consent, but it’s very uncommon before age 18). they don’t super need to either, orientations start to present around early puberty but remain in flux for years, so teenagers generally don’t get withdrawal very easily. but they can date!! class a is very much not the focus of this fic, although i do have some vague ideas for companion oneshots set in this ‘verse, so i know less about them. but i will include the endgame ships that i know of. most of them aren’t here bc i just haven’t had to think about them yet. cool? cool.

tokoyami- describes his orientation as “fluid;” his body is technically a sub but dark shadow is a dom and everything is Weird

deku- submissive, bkdk is endgame

bakugou- service dominant, which i specify bc it is Important To Me

todoroki- switch (look, the character design is begging for it), naturally pretty mid-scale but now heavily dom leaning thanks endeavor. endgame is with shinsou or sero probably, still thinking

shinsou- dominant, definitely extra ostracized in this ‘verse bc of that quirk

sero- dominant or switch? honestly not sure

tsu- dunno what her orientation is actually bc she is also trans and just decided to Not. the equivalent of agender, essentially. i forget their ship name but her & ochako <3

shouji- dominant i think?? also slight potential for him & todoroki

that’s everyone i have right now!! i’m really hyped about this fic/au in general so feel free to come talk to me about it/ask me questions and make my entire week. i have about 11 chapters done with a few missing scenes i need to fill in, and i’m hoping to start posting in december, so 👀 that’s exciting

[unofficially-ace]

Ivypool’s Heart liveblog yay

So far really enjoying this book, the prologue slapped and I actually feel a sense of mystery with this vision. Even though it’s a travelling book I’m still excited for it

If there’s one thing the Erins can actually write well it’s grief, and they’ve got a lot to play with in this book

The travelling gang is so fun, love all of these guys

Chapter 4 genuinely almost made me tear up, Ivypool and Icewing bonding over their shared grief just got to me ok

Honestly if Rootspring gets with Wrenflight by the end of the book I’ll scream

Ivypool why would you antagonise cats who are giving you information…literally so stupid

Beach the MILF hunter

I’m gonna need everyone to stop hating on the Sisters right now omg they literally have the most interesting culture out of everyone

Aughhhh I’m sick of the Clan cats always being in the right stop trying to make everyone into a Clan!!!! Let them be different I beg

Slate and Beach are basically incompetent uni students and I love them so much, they’re so silly

Why are they giving romance advice to these random guys what is this book

If the Sisters have no fans I am dead

Why do they also call humans ‘Twolegs’ and housecats ‘kittypets’ though…especially when Slate and Beach called them Twopaws earlier??? And greencough???? Why can’t they have different words for things oh my godddd

Warrior cats vs seagulls let’s goooo

Why do they feel the need to explain past plot points to me whenever they come up. I promise I didn’t start reading warrior cats at Ivypool’s Heart

Best part of warrior cats hands down is the attempt to describe human things in the way cats would. Erins when they have to describe a sandwich

I can’t picture this cliff/lake/beach combo for the life of me

Another Jake? Were no other names available?

The cats go to a zoo!

I need to know what type of wildcats these are, are they going to destroy the ecosystem if they’re released

Oh joy, I love retconned lore, welcome to the party Stormclan

If you took a shot every time Ivypool says “Run!” you would be dead

Why are the cats gendering the humans? How do they have any concept of human sex/gender?

Why is there a map at the front of the book that pretty much spoils the whole plot…I mean it’s pretty helpful because I haven’t been able to picture this journey at all but still

TARDIS tree

THE GANG DOES TIME TRAVEL?

This feels like a fanfiction, who tf let their OCs into warrior cats

You’re telling me two whole clans were combined and then left the territories and nobody in Starclan remembers this???? And it was never brought up before?

My enjoyment for this book is rapidly decreasing

This feels like if Once Upon A Time did Warrior Cats

Also we literally had this clan combination plot happen in VOTS are the erins lurking on minecraft roleplay servers or something

At least the characters also think it’s wild that this was all forgotten so I hope we get some answers

Rootspring tries to eat a poisonous jellyfish and fucking dies /j

Power duo Ivypool and Icewing let’s gooo

Ivypool your lesbian is showing

Criteria for any female character in this book is that you have to have at least one dead child (unless you’re Whistlepaw)

I do like the idea that double dead spirits become part of the real world, at least we finally have some explanation for where all these forgotten cats are, but does that also count for the evil guys?

There is literally no good reason for the elders to not believe them are you serious

The river of spirits…yet another lore drop that should’ve been extremely important and relevant before this, and yet this is the first time we’re hearing about it

Wtf is tallstar doing here

If all living cats forgetting someone causes Starclan to forget them too, I feel like there should be far less cats in Starclan

Cats can just be re-remembered back into existence????

Okayyyy overall thoughts: I think it was generally a good book by warriors standards, the character growth was done really well, but aughhhh the retconned lore changes physically pain me and I will not accept Stormclan as canon thank you

[miamoo27]

Life has been work the past couple day. I feel directionless. I’m doing great at my job but lacking in school and I’m my “professional life.” Right now my heart isn’t in it I’m feeling connected to work and the kids making a different. I feel impatient with school like I’m waiting to be done despite mt enjoyment in learning. But the pressure feels horrific lately. I was sick for two days still feel it. Work has been disgustingly stressful due to my co worker. Being horrific with the kids. And then I have my lab mentor telling me “it’s unprofessional to have an unexpected absence without notice” ummm so sorry I was asleep and not feeling well once. It isn’t a pattern.

The pressure is fucking on and I wanna roll in a ball. I can’t help my restless ways it’s mt nature. It’s hard to be under this much and try so hard yet be fearful of telling others what I need. I overplease until I can’t do it. Now I have this dumb fucking stupid party tomorrow SORRY. That has to do with my dads family coming here. My stomach still hurts I’m getting my period and I don’t need this. I hate the voice in my head that says stop complaining stop worrying. My parents are fighting don’t blame my mom. She doesn’t want them here. I don’t really but he is my father. He knows how I feel. I’m not passive aggressive with how I feel or “fresh” I just say it. Probablt a reason some don’t like me. I care what others think but I’m also not going to “fake” it to make others comfortable. I hate doing that and I need to stop doing that. I need to just be completely honest with mt feelings. I hate putting on a mask. This morning I didn’t. Adam my conworkee noticed it immediately. Saying he noticed when she came in I was upset. Not with the kids but at here. He said he knows I care a lot. It shows. I do care a lot it’s one of mt faults. I deeply devote myself to one thing and forget about everything else. (This is a new personality character because I used to mindlessly do too many things). I forgot about school for a good two weeks. I stopped replying to emails, texts, calls. I also hate texting people consistently. I’m exhausted I have no time for me. I don’t wanna do this shit and go to appointments but sadly we live in a world where appoints exist. Weirdly I’m amazing at staying on time at work. I take care of 18 4 year olds and clean up after them feed them love them nurture them and teach them. Yet I can’t text someone back something doesn’t add up. Even my therapists texts intimidate me. Yet I can Literallt fight someone in real life. But that’s only people I don’t respect. Which unfortunely I respect all my professors.

To give myself credit I’ve dealt with a ton of shit while doing all of this. So I haven’t processed my moms addiction or really my feelings around men in general. I’m afraid to be in love. True shit. I have high standard now which makes my red flag alarm go up everytime I encounter a guy. One has a gf one has a baby one has an addiction one can’t commit and one is gay. The world is insane. I feel like Janis Joplin “one good man”. Where they at tho? It’s been a long ass day this is an insane rant and probablt makes no sense but I need to write it. Apart from all these downfalls I’m genuinely a good person I think I care about people animals pets children everyone. Yet I don’t trust men romantically. I have barely any trust in the world and I’m nervous.

How could I be two things at once.

Someone who loves the universe and nature. Believes in peace and tries to show it. Feels connected spiritually to the earth.

Someone who doesn’t trust people. Is afraid of love. Disgusted by pda.

It isn’t the world I don’t trust it’s the people and what they did scares me and I’m afraid it could happen again. I get so hooked to someone quickly. When I love i reallt love. Nick showed me that he didn’t bring me the same. He knew that so he broke my heart more by even knowing he didn’t have the same love for me. I tried to stay and make him love me but that’s the worst type of love. I needed him. To love me. It made me feel like shit for so long I couldn’t speak. He broke up with me I felt like my world fell apart. I couldn’t see the reality. He didn’t feel what I could feel he wasn’t capable of having the love I have.

I used to think those were things people tell them selves to feel better. But truthfully what is actually true. They aren’t in your life anymore so does the way they feel actually matter? You will never know how they feel because they don’t so what’s the use in figuring out. It’s been a waste of time one I needed though to get through the storm on the side of independence I went from serial dater/sex to being single for almost two years. I needed to go through nick. To see what it’s like to love someone who can’t do the same to break my heart. It did but in the end I got smarter.

[fatesealer505]

Super uncool serious post 😞‼️‼️

I don’t know how much I can say before risking being fakeclaimed or something,,, uh this is gonna get personal but realistically speaking I expect nothing and nobody out of this so read as you will if you got nothing to do. I will most likely forget about this is an hour or so anyway.

So what have I done whole I was gone..

Nothing. Absolutely, literally, down-to-my-core nothing. I don’t mean it too literally, but my days have been recurring enough for me to no longer remember that much about my days and how they are spent. I do remember who I am on most days though.

Uh. I don’t know if it’s pure laziness or if I’m currently suffering a big burnout. I haven’t really played anything or talked to anyone and ironically enough I’ve lost sleep as well. Of course (if I said this before I apologize) I’m still keeping up with GGST and now I’m back on Skullgirls.. somewhat. As for Genshin I had to stop playing because of my storage and disinterest, unfortunately. However, I still love the characters I got with all of my heart and believe they clutched when they could.

My social battery’s just gotten so low and it’s like everything annoys me (not y’all though, I think the people I last saw on here are all wonderful), as if I have nothing and don’t like having anything either. I’ve put a lot of thought on this and how it’s ended for me - as I am simply a teenager in the countryside who “knows nothing” and also a big “know-it-all” but that aside, I’ve decided I won’t be trying to improve very much at all as that only puts a bigger risk of a worst relapse than what I am in now. I’ve made peace and accepted my situation for what it is, and I know who’s at fault, including myself.

I will not risk therapy either since my purchases are supervised and I can’t drive yet, followed by living in a very.. right-wing retirement area. It isn’t my best option nor decision, but until my bs catches up with me or I somehow survive, it might as well be the safest. That being said, I can’t confirm nor deny anything, but if someone does read this, please do not slap labels on me or assume a disorder.

I have sunken from a straight-a’s kid to a “if i pass we good” teenager, which could very well be just because of my mental development but it’s working.. I think. I don’t know, educational success isn’t giving me anything considering the state of the country, and I honestly do not think it will. Some may call it upsetting or flame me for it, but that is one of the outcomes I’ve long since accepted.

Before someone reaches out, I’m not that much of a good person. It’s nothing personal, like I said before you all seem like lovely people - I’ve just been carved (and placed by myself) into a more nihilistic mindset. I’ve tried hard but to say I am now would be a lie because as mentioned - nothing’s happened.

So, what will you do mr fatesealer 505 ???

Well, I’m gonna have to grow up. This summer, I was planning on getting a permit since everyone has their license (we’re just sophomores calm down like..) and hopefully a tiny job to keep my hands busy. If I do, this means I get to leave school early. Hip hip hooray.

What does this mean for my uploads?

I’m not sure. I’m trying to relearn digital art the best I can and luckily it seems I haven’t lost my spark in its entirety just yet. Do not assume my life-altering failures will postpone my mediocre hobby.

Despite my utter lack of every fucking thing (bless those who have stayed with me) I would like to try socializing just a teeny bit more just online. Not real-world, there are creeps my age (thank you Texas, I could not ask for better..)

Unless someone spawns and wants to talk or have me expand on my totally untubular experience, you’re free to go ahead.

I will not be changing my avatar. The silly is love and life. And so are all of you for what you have given even if I have never spoken.

Thank you.

[moemoemammon]

The other brothers laugh at mammon for getting beaten up/hurt until they see MC nursing him back to health are like "Wait a minute...."

Mammon, You Bastard-!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

Per usual, Mammon had the audacity to think he could get away with stealing a record from Lucifer's room to be sold. And per usual, he got his ass beat for it.

But what wasn't expected was what happened after. It's not unheard of for Mammon to go crawling off to the closest person to sympathize with him, and that's usually you.

You today.... Mammon was ACTUALLY getting spoiled. Lucifer had the misfortune of watching you gently dab at all of the new scrapes and bruises, all while Mammon acted like an overgrown child.

It isn't like he'd stoop so low that he’d want to be coddled in that way, but something about that smug look on Mammon's face made him wanna shake him around like a rag doll.... So instead, he'll just abuse his authority for a bit.

"Mammon, come with me. It seems you haven't learned your lesson, judging from that look on your face. The garden could use some tending to, the tub needs to be scrubbed, and there's a recent test score of yours I'd like to discuss."

Mammon

MC, you've gotta hear him out! See, he wasn't doing anything really bad per se... He just wanted to dust off that particular record of Lucifer's! And now he's all beaten up for it, so comfort him 🥺

Somehow you buy into his baby act (to his surprise), and now he's got his head on your lap while you comb your fingers through his hair. If this is what getting beat up gets him, he's gotta do it more often!

He's actually feeling a little guilty for having you wrapped around his finger like this, but... it feels too damned good to be spoiled! He deserves nice things too, damn it!

What makes the reward even sweeter is the look of irritation on the other brothers' faces when they see this special treatment he's receiving. He can't help but flash them a smug grin every time you respond to his ouch's and whimpers.

"O-Ow! Be a little gentler, will ya?! ...Sorry, I didn't mean it. But I'm really banged up, ya know? Lucifer didn't hold anything back, so I'll probably need EXTRA treatment...maybe a kiss or two, too..."

Levi

Oi. Shitty second-born.

That lap may be a forbidden land that Levi doesn't dare to touch, but there's no way he's letting it be soiled by trash! Why was Mammon of all people the one that got to live out such an amazing fantasy?!

You wanna see envy? Yeah, Levi is plotting Mammon's murder. He'll get someone he owes money to, right? Then he'll make it look like an accident when he-

No... He'll reveal every bad things he's ever done that's been kept a secret! He'll blackmail him! He's telling Lucifer everything about the time his D.D.D. was thrown in the trash! Who cares if it's petty?! This is WAR!!

"Mammon you SCUM! This is UNFORGIVABLE!! That secret stash of mocha devil pudding you've been hiding?! I'm gonna tell Beel all about it so he'll eat it! And when I'm done with that, I'm gonna show Lucifer what happened to his you-know-what!! And, and-!"

Satan

Satan is an expert at controlling his emotions. There's nothing that can break his facade of endless calm. He's a pillar of relaxation, he's a master of meditation, he's the epitome of a sound mind, he's-

Hey. Did Mammon grin just now? That was a grin, wasn't it?

Mammon's gonna need more than MC therapy after this, because Satan is already grabbing him by the head. There's no need for a older brother who can't even tend to his own wounds, right?

So it should be fine if he vanishes under mysterious circumstances! His brothers (minus Lucifer) seem to agree, and that's a majority consensus.

"Hm, you seem awfully lively for someone who was 'nearly killed back there', like you said. It's almost as if you're not hurt at all. Why don't you put this head of yours to better use and think up a way to stop being a nuisance?"

Asmo

Hey! The only one that's allowed to be dramatic in order to win the affection and adoration of others is HIM. Not gross Mammon!

Asmo's not going to let a guy like that get over on him! Not in a million years! No one can beat Asmo at his own game!

So what does he do? He hides around the corner to get into character, then the next thing you know he's running toward you at full speed, tears streaming down his cheeks.

He literally smacks Mammon out of your lap and buries his face into it instead, arms folded over while he sobs as if his lover had gone off and died in the war.

"MC, my darling MC! It's terrible! Completely AWFUL! I don't think even I can recover from this..! Why do such terrible things happen to beautiful, adorable, wonderful Asmo?? Boo hoo.... you have to come to my room right away so I can tell you what happened!" (Plot twist: he 'forgets' what happened as soon as he gets you in his room.)

Beel

Beel didn't really think anything was out of the ordinary at first. Mammon always runs to you when something's wrong. He's kind of a crybaby in that way.

So it takes his other brothers pointing it out for him to realize..... Hey, something's going on-

That look on Mammon's face starts looking less like a pained grimace, and more like a wide, smug grin. Beel understands now.... he's taking advantage of MC!

You're so kind so it's obvious Mammon would try to prey on that! And he's getting his snot and tears all over your legs, too.

It's annoying.

"Levi, you said something about mocha devil pudding, right? Show me where it is. I'm going to eat it right away, and whatever else he's hiding."

Belphie

Hey... who the hell does Mammon think he is? That lap is Belphie's designated nap spot. Everyone knows that.

Now it's being tainted by his gross older brother germs, and that's absolutely unforgivable. And the fact that he's being a bastard about it makes it even more annoying.

Belphegor won't admit that he's jealous of course, so he's going to be a gremlin instead. He's got more subtlety than his brothers.

When Mammon goes to find Goldie and doesn't know where it is? That'll be Belphie's doing. When his bed is covered in the stickiest royal jelly in the Devildom? Belphie. When he wakes up to find himself all tied up next to Cerberus? Belphie.

"Hm? Mammon hasn't come to take you shopping yet? I don't know anything about that. Why don't you and I go together? There's something I want to buy at Majolish. And we can take a nap afterward, okay?"

[otakusheep15]

Human AU

I’ve been thinking about doing a human au for so long now, but I haven’t finished all of the world building yet. For now, I’m just putting some basic characterization down so I won’t forget (and you guys can see it too). 

I’ll be going in order from oldest (in my opinion) to youngest. Also, in this scenario, let’s just say Satan is biologically the fourth oldest, so he’s older than Asmo and the twins. 

Barbatos

Yes, he’s the oldest in this au, don’t question it

Mid-thirties (maybe 35ish), but hardly looks older than 25 

How does he do it?

Definitely the wine aunt of the family 

Done with everyone’s shit 

Secretly knows all of the gossip between everyone 

Works as a private chef or something fancy like that 

Lucifer

Also mid-thirties, but one or two years younger than Barbs (so, like, 33-34ish)

Single mother to six dumbasses who are actually his brothers

Probably has legally adopted them tbh cause we all know he would 

Gives off tired middle-aged mother working a 9-5 job in New York while also trying to raise a bunch of children, which he basically is

He’s a lawyer, specifically for child neglect/child abuse cases

But no one believes him cause he looks too scary to work with children 

Simeon

Same age as Lucifer

Single father of Luke

Works with Lucifer, and that’s how he met Luke

He adopted him to get him out of the system 

And now they’re attached at the hip

Constantly annoying Lucifer while they’re trying to work 

They always get partnered up to work on cases

Oh, and he has a dog that Luke is obsessed with (probably a Corgi or something)

Diavolo

Exactly 32

But acts like he’s still college age 

The excited puppy to Luci and Barb’s tired cat 

Super intimidating to strangers 

His fashion is either completely formal or way too casual, no in between 

Him and Barbs probably live together

Barbs could even be a private chef for him or something 

Mans is the CEO of some large corporation and he’s hella rich

Mammon

Late twenties (around 28), but his mental state is still in college

Lives near Lucifer cause he still needs help adulting sometimes 

Works at some crappy drive-through restaurant during the day, and works at a fancy club at night

Has totally pole danced at said club multiple times to gain extra tips 

Constantly checking up on his younger brothers to make sure they’re doing okay 

He’s a good brother 

Leviathan 

Also late twenties, but a year younger than Mammon (27ish)

Less of a shut-in than when he was younger

Works at a collectors shop where people can buy, sell, and trade merch

A part-time streamer as well 

Makes a surprising amount of money, which he uses to collect anime merch, of course

Has a lot of pets, mostly reptiles and fish

All of them are named after game and/or anime characters 

Satan

Mid-twenties, so around 24-25ish 

He’s slowly becoming a crazy old cat lady 

Owns about 5 or so cats, all of them from shelters 

Classic dark academia aesthetic

Can regularly be found frequenting coffee shops and cafes, especially of the cat variety 

 Probably majored in something like business or economics 

Solomon

About the same age as Satan, so also 24-25ish 

That weird uncle you only see at family events and only calls you on your birthday 

Can be seen hanging out with Satan and Asmo a lot

Pretty much everyone knows he and Asmo are dating by this point 

Owns many plants, but manages to kill them all within days of purchasing them 

Still keeps them around though cause he doesn’t believe them to be dead 

Works part time at a cafe, but pretends to have a super cool job cause he’s embarrassed about it 

Asmodeus

He is 23 and still in college 

Majoring in fashion with a minor in business

Everyone expected him to join a frat or something, but he did not

Either in theater or an improv group of some kind 

Very popular, especially among lower classmen 

Has a tiny pet dog, most likely a chihuahua or pomeranian 

Yeah, he’s basically just Elle Woods 

Beelzebub

Probably 22ish 

Majoring in sports med 

Plays American football and is the star of the team 

Everyone is super intimidated by him, but he’s such a huge softy 

Shares a dorm with Belphie, and they snuck in their German Shepard puppy against school rules 

Is banned from most campus cafes/restaurants due to how much he eats 

Belphegor

Same age as Beel, obviously

Astronomy major 

Lowkey believes in stuff like the Zodiac, but refuses to admit it 

Constantly has to go out and buy food for Beel since Beel was banned from literally everywhere

Skips class a lot to sleep in 

The dog may be Beel’s, but Belphie has claimed it as his own personal pillow 

His notes are nothing but doodles and a couple definitions 

Luke

A literal child

He’s, like, 10 

Adopted by Simeon, but also parented by Barbatos

He basically has gay dads at this point 

Has a hard time making friends in school, but he does his best 

Gets called a chihuahua by Simeon’s friends and considers biting them on a constant basis 

Also, I forgot to mention this but Luci, Barbs, and Dia are in a poly relationship. Dia is dating both of them, but Luci and Barbs are not dating, they’re just good friends. 

Well, that’s all I have for now. I was considering writing a fanfic of this, but my writing skills are subpar at best tbh, so I don’t think that would work lol.