#darkfirestorm

[bleachedblues]

he's not a top or a bottom but a secret third thing (replying "thanks" when someone tells him "i love you")

[dunderella]

competitive cats...

(coeurl!cid, wolf!clive, panther!barnabas)

[dddrunkderella]

winner gets to fuck babygirl but i think it was a tie...

full view on poipiku 🖤🔥⚡

[bleachedblues]

local man nearly argues himself out of a threesome, more news at 11

[bleachedblues]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"Why won't you—" “You know why,” Clive says quietly, and the words carry the weight of everything he won't say.  It’s because he won’t allow himself. Because he convinced himself he doesn’t deserve it, convinced himself that Clive Rosfield is not a man but a thing, and a thing is to be used, not to be loved.

a time-travel fix-it fic featuring cid/clive/barnabas as the main pairing, with a fun little dash of age-swapping (i.e. clive gets to be the old man cid and barnabas want to rail for once)

[bleachedblues]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“It’s the only way we can be certain that he won’t be able to get inside your head,” Clive says, slowly releasing Cid’s shoulders again. Cid almost takes a step back, ill at ease with the idea. It sounds… intimate. More than he is comfortable with. “By allowing you inside my head instead?” 

a time-travel fix-it fic featuring cid/clive/barnabas as the main pairing, with a fun little dash of age-swapping (i.e. clive gets to be the old man cid and barnabas want to rail for once)

[bleachedblues]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Cid catches him around the waist in reflex, not thinking of anything else but ensuring he won’t spontaneously faint and drop to the ground. “Clive, are you alright?” Clive glances at his face and then quickly looks away again, and before Cid can even realize their proximity, Clive is gently pushing him back. “I’m fine.” It stings, feeling like a rejection—but there should be nothing to reject Cid for, he reminds himself. His stomach churns with guilt all the same, Barnabas’ face flashing in his mind and making him turn away from Clive just as swiftly. “Right.”

a time-travel fix-it fic featuring cid/clive/barnabas as the main pairing, with a fun little dash of age-swapping (i.e. clive gets to be the old man cid and barnabas want to rail for once)

[bleachedblues]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Sorry,” Cid blurts out, the guilt surging up and out of his throat. “But it’s just, if we both… and if the three of us…”  Clive looks over his shoulder at him for just a moment, his eyes shadowed by the clouded sky that blocks out the moon.  I’m a monster, the memory of Clive screams in Cid’s head, while his counterpart stays silent.

a time-travel fix-it fic featuring cid/clive/barnabas as the main pairing, with a fun little dash of age-swapping (i.e. clive gets to be the old man cid and barnabas want to rail for once)