#addcest

[sanctum-of-the-stars]

instead of sleeping tonight i drew yearnmaster5000000000

[its-ezraaa]

|･ω･) Hello... I’m back and tHE FANART IS FINISHED AND I CAN FINALLY REST IN PEACE NOW ;w; Mastermind is prettiest Add, change my mind.

Also, here have a bonus because I’m complete add trash yayヾ(=`ω´=)ノ”

[emptywires]

KOG: and now, in this update you can have your own house!

Me who has read / wrote fanfiction with Characters sharing a house and living together: OH YEAH!

[axirokko]

Esper, Time and angry Paradox

[loftyexecutor]

10:14PM

pairing; LPDE wc; 894 rating; t (drinking) notes; this is just me coping dont @ me

esper's hand is as steady as ever when he hands lusa his glass. on the contrary, it's lusa's hand that shakes when he takes it, slamming the glass back in what appears to not be even two full gulps.

he doesn't notice the whiskey has been watered down.

esper takes the glass and refills it from the bottle that had, magically, returned to three-quarters full in the middle of the night. he says nothing, just reaches over and runs a hand through lusa's hair. it's wild, from his hands tugging at it, from laying on his arm, from everything.

"sometimes i wonder if it's worth it. like, more than usual," lusa slurs, muffled in the crook of his elbow when he finally notices esper isn't handing him the glass yet.

"hm?"

"life," lusa says, as if that explained it. he's a little too drunk to actually make any sense, or keep on one topic for more than five minutes worth of attention span, but the worst part is esper knows what he means. "it's like a cycle of bullshit over and over."

"mmhm."

"but."

lusa falls silent, eyeing him like someone would an expensive trinket in the window of a shop they felt the pull to buy on first glance. there's something soft in the edges of his eyes, in the creases of his small squint. the lights are probably too bright for him by now.

"but?" esper prompts, nudging lusa's elbow with his. he contemplates using the glass as a bribe, or maybe leaning over and tasting the whiskey from the other's tongue.

"but then i see you." lusa's eyes take on a glint, something soft and homey, and it feels, for a split second, as though he's looking through esper, right at his heart or spirit or whatever the hell inhabits his dumb shell of a body, and can't contain his pure adoration. "and i think, fuck-- fuck, i--"

lusa sways, his chair leg scraping painfully against the floor. esper reaches out, yanks him by his unbuttoned sleeve, and helps him regain his stability.

"you're drunk as a skunk," he says.

lusa nods. "maybe so. but i gotta say this, dude. listen to me."

so esper does. but he takes the glass sitting between them and pours it down his own throat. it doesn't sting as bad as it would have without the brake. he reaches behind himself to lay the bottle onto the counter, as far away as his arm lets him.

"i look at you and, fuck, it's like the world's like. good."

"you're just gay," esper remarks. he tries not smiling at his own joke, or blush at lusa's words, but it seems he's failing both, and very spectacularly at that.

"fuck yeah i am. but it's true, it's like you just, i dunno."

"we should get you into bed."

"drunk sex? kinky."

"you're too drunk even for that. shut up."

"i love you."

"yes, yes, now come on."

"es, listen--" and there's something in the tone that makes esper pause, midway through leaning over to pull lusa up and haul him to bed to sleep his drunkenness off. "i… i know i'm drunk. but i still mean it, i do love you."

"and i love you, you big, drunk oaf," esper laughs. he leans down, thinks twice about it and then presses a kiss to lusa's forehead. the smell of alcohol is heavy between them, spreads in the whole kitchen, so maybe it's a good idea to leave and go to an untainted room.

it's a little too much to hope to get lusa in the shower at this point.

"you just gonna wallow?" esper asks, one corner of his lips tugging up unconsciously. "or you gonna get a glass of water for your morning hangover now?"

"you're always so fucking forthright. it's creepy."

"that's my middle name."

"no, it's not. your middle name is edward."

"no, it's definitely creepy. esper creepy grenore. there's also a 'fucking' in there somewhere."

"fuck you."

"maybe when you're sober, okay?"

"mm, 'm gonna sleep it off," lusa says.

he only sways a little when he gets up. esper trusts him not to kill himself on the way to the bedroom, but he still flits behind him and pulls out a pair or pajamas that lusa immediately knocks out of his hands. instead, he clamors into the bed after shucking his sweats and shirt, and esper sighs. he'll wake up cold.

"haven't you forgotten something?"

lusa looks sideways at him, misty eyes and falling eyelids. "hm?"

"you were supposed to prepare water for the morning."

lusa groans and turns over, burying his face into the pillow. his back moves along with his slowed breathing and esper sighs. there's a smile on his lips.

he grabs a glass from the bathroom, the one they usually use for brushing their teeth, and runs the tap. it's not like lusa will be able to tell in the morning anyway.

and maybe he'll even leave meds on the bedside table.

and maybe, just maybe, he'll tell lusa he loves him just as much. when he's not drunk. when he's sure lusa will absolutely remember it.

well, maybe. who knows what the morning will bring.

(he knows. it will be hours of lusa complaining about his hangover. maybe some placating kisses. all good things.)

(maybe good things.)

[usatokkiss]

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thank you so much for commissioning me!

[my commissions]

[els-imagines]

Mmmmmboi I would kill a man or two for Addcest HC~ How about PT x AT?

Sei shall be taking this

• They are absolute dorks. That’s it. That’s the whole thing, the nutshell!

• Just kidding, they’re dorks yes, but they’re each others dorks. Witty banters over the simplest things are expected from these two.

• We all know the adds are obsessed with their research, this applies to both Arc and Psych, the latter is much better at remembering to take care of himself.

• Because of this he’s actually the one that drags Arc out of the room if he loses his patience.

•If he’s feeling particularly lovey-dovey he’ll be able to convince Arc to leave his experiments for a while with kisses and the promise of coffee.

• Arc is a tsundere, enough said.

• Psych lost count on how many times he got slapped by just complimenting the inventor, legend says this is the reason why the fridge is always stuffed with ice packs.

• Arc is the one who cries more often and easily between the two of them, and most of the time the reason is Psych.

• Most of the time Psych does it unintentionally and indirectly such as being a selfless idiot and taking a blow meant for someone, not telling that he’s sick etc.

• Whatever the reason is though, expect an angrily crying Arc running away and locking himself up in his room with his experiments and cursing Psych.

• Psych knows to leave him alone during these times so he does as he feels guilty. He’ll make it up to Arc by buying him chocolate and making him coffee along with a kiss on the cheek and cuddles.

• Sometimes, Psych falls asleep doing his experiments, Arc would just place a blanket over him and press a quick cheek to his forehead before leaving with a red face.

• Debates debates, did I say debates? These two have it regularly along with their banters. And as Eve calculated, “97.8% of the time, it is about my race and their experiments.” Usually it’s Psych who starts them, saying nasod armor is better and thus, it begins.

• Psych come up with really cheesy pick-up lines to distract Arc from his work because he hates them. In retaliation, Arc shoots back with puns he unknowingly picked up from Pyro knight with how often she makes them. Psych hates puns and screeches before running away.

• They both live off coffee. Arc knows how Psych prefers his so he sometimes make coffee for him. Psych is usually the one who makes coffee for the both of them though.

• They don’t like to show PDA, but they do when they’re alone with each other. Both show it in their own way. Psych will cuddle Arc and hug him. Arc will shyly nuzzle him back before awkwardly placing a kiss on his cheek then blushing madly.

• They both look after each other in different ways. Psych is the one who pulls Arc away from his experiments and projects to get him to eat etc. Meanwhile, Arc is the one bandaging Psych’s wounds, forcing him to stop fighting for a while etc.

[declawedcat]

wifey’s been working really hard and feelin a lil down too so i decided to doodle the Comfort Ship(tm) to help her mayb feel a wee bit better because i love her lots and lots

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