okay okay okay my ryuunosuke (Ryuu/Sosuke) crackfic pitch. NSFW under the cut.
Gakuryuu, as a couple, are staying with Sosuke for reasons. idk, they're getting their apartment re-plumbed or something. Sosuke's feeling generous. idk.
But they're staying with Sosuke, and Ryuu is up late one night, either at work until Real Late so he's really really tired, or he's been drinking a little so the world's a little bit fuzzy. He stumbles his way up towards the bedrooms, but it's an unfamiliar house and his mind is not all there right now, so he picks the wrong room.
And doesn't notice of course, because it's a cozy bundle under the blankets with a mop of grey-white hair (which in the dark looks like a very familiar color). So he strips down and climbs into the bed, cozying right up to Gaku's Sosuke's body beneath the covers
Ryuu, maybe a little drunk because that makes this easier, is a little hot under the collar (it's been a while, they're staying with Yaotome Sr. after all), but it's late and surely Sosuke is asleep by now. And Gaku's given him permission to wake him up for sex before, because their schedules often line up weird like this and they're used to stolen moments whenever they can catch them…
So Ryuu reaches down, and the cock in his hand doesn't really feel quite right, but it's still roughly the right size and shape and erections do tend to feel different from one day to the next. And if maybe it doesn't get quite as hard as he's used to, that's easily explained by the fact that Gaku's asleep and probably pretty exhausted.
But that's fine, it isn't his dick Ryuu's really interested in tonight anyway. It's not difficult to ease Gaku's legs apart, and to work spit-slicked fingers into his hole. Gaku's voice sounds rough when he groans, especially low, but he did have a long recording session today and it is 2am, so that makes sense.
It's not until after Ryuu slides in (and gets a few good thrusts in) that his mistake becomes apparent
Maybe because he reaches around to grip Gaku's chest and hug him tight to himself, only to realize REALLY QUICKLY that this is not the right body. The skin is looser, the muscles much less defined, hair in places Gaku would never -- isn't allowed to -- have hair. The panic that strikes him makes him freeze in place, thundering through his chest and his head.
He doesn't have time to pull out before Sosuke wakes up.
(the only thing that saves Ryuu in the moment, when Sosuke wakes up on his dick, is that Sosuke accidentally lets out the most LEWD, SUBBY MOAN he has ever heard in his life, and they both agree to never speak of this again so long as Ryuu pulls out and leaves right now)
Jaws knows Nat, Yelena, and Wanda can handle themselves but they still have a signal when they’re out and someone gets too pushy. Because let’s face it, all Jaws has to do is smile and the person goes running.
of course of course.
The three of them usually handle social situations themselves with Jaws lagging behind sometimes, but trust- one meaningful gesture their way and Jaws is always ready to put God's Week-Old Leftovers in their place.
How Stefan ended up in Duckburg or "the fic I will never write"
The Stefan we're talking about ↑
I have always had a pretty standard backstory for Stefan in my mind, but if it were to be a fic, it would be many chapters long and I only have the energy for one-shots.
So... here are ~16 chapters worth or lore into one post!
It also counts as a bullet fic (?)
Stefan is working as a photographer in a war zone somewhere in Asia
The conflict in this region isn't that bad yet so he has a lot of spare time and things are tolerable
He lives in a village where a local family agreed to put him up
He tries to help around the house and do chores in exchange for his stay
He plays with the kids and tries to learn the local dialect
For the time being he only knows how to say "Thank you"
He has become a part of the local community despite all the differences
It reminds him of his own village which he hasn't visited in years
The conflicts start to get more and more intense and the frontline moves closer and closer
Stefan does his work, each night returning a little bit more tired and drained
At some point even the kids fail to cheer him up
One day he gets closer to the enemy base as usual
Despite being a neutral correspondent, he can't ignore the fact that it's the colonial army that protect their own interests on the local wealth in detriment of the local people
The enemy leader is ruthless and won't even take into account civilian casualties
Stefan manages to secretly infiltrate the camp
At this point he can't even tell whether he follows his profession or his need for justice
Little by little, over the course of several days he collects important information and incriminating photos against the army division's leader
He knows that the locals may be saved if he can get this proof to the right persons
But he gets caught
It's the first time in his life that he's truly afraid. Afraid that he won't make it out alive
He doesn't break though and refuses to surrender
Then, the threats start
He wouldn't mind being shot - not that he would ever be given a choice
But to hear listed all the ways his friends back in the village would die, is too much
People that Stefan lived, talked and played with, are now nothing more that would-be victims, their lives depending on a simple word uttered by his lips
Stefan hates power and he's feeling it crush his shoulders
He surrenders
And he feels guilty for it
Guilty for being a saviour, guilty for not being someone else
He is thrown out of the camp in the dark of the night with blood dripping from his mouth and nothing more than the clothes he was wearing - or what's left of them
He rushes to inform the village and they all together plan a counterattack
The information is leaked
They are met with strong resistance leading to the village being burnt down to the ground
Stefan finds himself in a delicate position
He looses the support of every official organization as a professional. He is deemed both a hero and a traitor depending on the side one's on. He has lost track of who's accusing him and of what
He tries for one last time to get the story out to the world
He is caught and that night everything changes. He barely escapes with his life
He flees to the other side of the world with nothing but his camera. No notice, no trial, no trace
He never learns whether any of the villagers survived the fire and the shootings
This doubt is the one that won't let him sleep peacefully ever again
That's how he, former war zone photographer Stefan Vladuck, finds himself aboard a ship traveling to America, all alone, with no luggage, no past and no future
He still enjoys a hopeless sunrise from the deck before collapsing on the bench from exhaustion
I think this got too heavy. But that's how I imagine things happening. How he ended up being stateless is still complicated in my mind. I like @madmachaca 's explication that he was born in a no longer existing country (e.x. Yugoslavia) but I like to headcanon that he was stripped of his nationality because of his involvement in the aforementioned military affairs (idk even know whether this is possible, but it makes a cool headcanon)
I don't think that I'm ever writing this, still I wanted it to exist under some form!
Genuinely glad that the Aerith & Tifa ship is AerTi & not Tith (pronouced teeth)
Aerti — Light and happy sounding, conjures images of a spunky flower girl, wise beyond her years, and a kind martial artist-turned-bartender that caught each other’s eye. Magic and muscle. Soft and sweet.
Tith — Mostly the same as above, except they might murder you in an alleyway. Like, for no reason this time.
Alright if people want to send me art requests then I’m down, but there’s like a 50-80% chance that they never actually get completed and just sit in my inbox tormenting me and my sketchbook but I’m hoping that the guilt of not delivering will get me to finish them eventually
