#lasciviouslullaby

[bonhommebro-blog]

@lasciviouslullaby

Jean had a key to let him self in, carefully planning his visit in the middle of the day when Ilan would be distracted with work. He kicked his boots off in the hall, halfway through shrugging his coat off with a cigarette hanging from his lips when he caught sight of the stranger. And strange he was.

So this was the creature that was messing around with Manitoba.

Jean-Pierre straightened up, staring back for a moment as his stomach twisted.  "Saint-ciboire, quessé tu fais là avec mon frère? Tu démon," He dragged the last curse out with venomous spite, eyes narrowing as he studied the Naga. The fuck was this hell beast? He knew Ilan wasn’t the most religious but he expected him to be smart enough not to mess with actual satanic spawn. 

"Oi, T'es bien mieux de m'écouter, mon ostie," Quebec growled, nudging Ilan’s dumb dog out of the way with one foot as he stepped forward, eyes darting over the scaley bastard, “Whatever the fuck you are-- p’tit câlice,” He gestured lazily at the tail and other oddities, switching to English. This beast actually knew at least one language, right?

"You’re the little thing that’s been corrupting my brother, hein?” Finally he pulled his smoke from his lips, eyes narrowed on him, “The fuck even are you?”

[manisnowba-blog]

@lasciviouslullaby a réagi à votre billet: M!A: You're now a woman for two days! Try to have...

((I don’t know what you’re talking about))

*SIDE EYES YOU.*

[manisnowba-blog]

Adam had been dozing on the living room floor in a pile of blankets with all ten eggs when a soft squeak had him stir. He blinked confusedly as he looked down at the soft shelled orbs, each about the size of a basketball at that point, and froze when he spotted a tiny claw poking through one of the shells. "Ilan!" He called sharply.

“What!?”  Adam should know better then to yell by now, Ilan looked almost panicked as he ran in, frozen for a moment in confusion.  Nothing looked wrong? Adam was fine. He almost opened his mouth to say something before the little movement caught his eye, everything clicking into place. 

“Oh my god,” He knelt down carefully by the blankets, eyes wide and staring at them all, heart racing. “What do we do– Do we do anything?”

[fairmolossia]

Lucian is standing in the kitchen, holding a fly swatter and looking very annoyed.

Kyle just wanted a drink of milk, but when he walked into the kitchen and saw a very-irritated Lucian, he hesitated. “Everything okay?”

[fairmolossia]

[Lucian suddenly clings to Kyle and buries his face into his shoulder] Mine. [He says, though his voice is muffled] Got you something-

You...what? You did?

[Kyle stares at Lucian for a second.]

Are you okay?

[manisnowba-blog]

Whenever Ilan came home that day, he would find two things. The first was a practical mountain of books on the table all labelled various things like "The science of affection", "The anatomy of Love", and "How to tell he's the one", The second would be Adam sleeping at his computer with about twenty tabs open, all to various forums. On the current page it looked like he'd typed "How the fuck do you know if you love someone?" Someone below him had replied "If ur asking u already do ;p".

"Adam?" Oh that could not be comfortable. Rouky gave a lazy bark from where he was curled up by the naga, hiding under the desk were it was warm. When Adam didn't respond Mani sighed, that could not be comfortable. He grabbed a throw blanket, stepping over the mess of books and tucked it around Adam to keep him warm, pausing as he read the screen. Oh. His heart. "I love you too," Ilan whispered, barly audioable before pressing a quick kiss to his head, leaving him there to nap and rest.

[fairmolossia]

[Lucian is currently laying on the living room floor on his stomach while staring at Puff, who looked to be furiously wrestling with a sock]

[Kyle peeked into the living room, and his heart instantly melted from the cute cat playing with a sock.] 

Aww, how’s Puff doing?