#flower!anon

flower!anon ;>

Ah man flower you know I have Feelings about this era of team Thjazi Is A Jerk. I am unsure if this is & or /, could be read either way I think?

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Bolaire had not lost count of how many alleged 'parties' he had dragged Julien away from. No, he had not lost count. It was just that if he focused on such a number, his ire would increase, and that wasn't helpful for anyone right now.

It was, however, the first time he had dragged him out with this much blood involved.'

"I don't know what you were thinking, you silly boy." The words were sharper than usual, honed by worry, supporting him as he opened the door and led him inside, tonight going straight to the bedroom, helping him lay down on the bed.

"Mmm, he was cute?" Julien beamed up at him, reaching up a hand to play at the front of shirt, wiping a small amount of blood there as his fingers rubbed against the fabric.

"Oh you are not going to feel that way about this shortly. Come on then, lets get you clean while there's still a smile on your face." Bolaire was familiar enough by now not just of the effects that the various drugs and potions favored by the up and coming idle class of Dol-Makjar were, but how this particular boy tended to react to them.

"You know, if you wanted to get me naked you just had to ask." Julien batted his eyes in the most ridiculous manor, and worse yet, tried to help.

"Let me, you can barely hold your hand up let alone undo a button," Bolaire muttered, delivery a little smack to the back of his hand.

"Hey....." A frown formed on Julien's face, as though he couldn't understand why anyone would smack him, and then a deeper frown as he began to remember the many, many reasons why one might, even as gloved hands methodically stripped him down.

Miraculously he stayed quiet for a full four minutes as he was laid bare, and then helped into the bathroom and into a bath that somehow was already full and warm. ".... you aren't gonna tell dad, are you?" he asked softly as he stepped into the water, and then hissed as he sunk down and the hot water danced over the cuts on his chest and arms.

".... of course not, silly boy." For this task, as much as he loathed it, Bolaire put aside the gloves and pushed up his sleaves. "Have I ever?"

Julien shook his head slowly after a moment's thought. "I don't think so," he answered at last. ".... Bolaire?" he whispered, trying desperately to wrangle his thoughts into some semblance of order.

"Yes, darling?" Bolaire didn't linger, he was not fond of his skin being wet like this, but he didn't rush either, making sure the boy was clean and free of blood, checking to make sure each straight wound was not too deep.

Julien just looked up at him, and in it what felt like a single moment awareness came crashing down, how pathetically vulnerable he was here at the hands of a man he somehow both barely knew, and also had already started to seek out for safety. "I didn't want to...." the words whisper out unbidden and he can't pull them back, looking horrified at the confession.

"Didn't want to what?" Bolaire's voice was steady and oddly soothing. He had seen Julien places that no one else has, but still there was no judgment there.

"I don't know," he managed to get out, tears threatening, his legs feeling weak and shaky as Bolaire supported him out of the tub and into a nearby robe. "Dad..... Father he... " Julien frowned, the visage of General Davinos floating in his head, powerful and judging.

And Julien was found wanting. Always.

No matter how hard he tried not to want.

"Your father is many things, darling. But not all things. " His hands and his voice were patient as they went back to the bedroom, Julien collapsing on the bed with a shudder, hand imminently reaching for Bolaire but hesitating to touch, after a moment finding a pocket in his pants that he could slip a finger into, not enough to prevent him from puling away, but enough that even with his eyes closed he would be able to tell.

well the first thing he does is go back to where he lives (he has an evil lair which is just the basement of his own apartment building) and scream internally at his robot cat. 

then todd notices that dirk from the laundromat is acting really weird around him. like, dirk from the laundromat is usually weird, which is one of the many reasons why todd loves him, but dirk is Really Weird. like staring at his face and asking him cryptic questions about his hobbies past 7pm and if hes seen anybody holding a machine gun coming after him. really, todd realizes that dirk sounds really….paranoid about something happening to todd, and theres No Way dirk knows hes spectrum, dirk just normal but weird dirk whom todd loves, but he finds the sentiment very sweet anyway and tells dirk so which just makes dirk die because UGH TODD IS SO SWEET TO HIM

dirk meanwhile goes back to his lair to internally scream at his cat again. 

he wants to keep spectrum and todd and todd who is spectrum safe, but he also doesnt want to reveal himself to todd. for all that theyre basically friends as villain and hero, dirk is still afraid todd will maybe hate him if he found out. dirk is evil, after all (he isnt. he just thinks he is, but hes literally just a ray of sunshine with too many gadgets and bad people making him do stuff)

dirk also lets his “two crushes” merge into one and promptly realizes that hes just absolutely in love with todd/spectrum. the person who laughs at his stupid jokes at the laundromat is the same person who protects him in battle and saves innocent bystanders. the person who smiles at dirk like hes the sun is the same person who looks at icarus like he’s somebody worth being friends with. spectrum and todd are the same person, the same gloriously good person, and dirk is absolutely gone for him.

now when priest joins in a fight to land a deadly blow on spectrum, icarus cant stop himself. he pushes spectrum out of the way and takes the hit, crumpling to the ground. spectrum manages to get to icarus and escape, and todd, not knowing what to do, lets a very injured icarus lead him to an apartment thats not too far from the laundromat. he brings icarus to his lair and starts powering up the healing ray, but icarus is so injured and todd very gently holds icarus’ face and tells him to stay awake.

“can i take these off?” todd asks icarus, holding the goggles icarus never takes off. icarus has a wound that might go under it, but todd knows it’s like, super code to not reveal secret identities.

“you can,” icarus croaks out, voice vulnerable and scared and familiar. “but promise me something?”

icarus sounds so fragile todd is sure he’d do whatever he asked in that moment. “anything.”

“don’t be mad?” icarus smiles.

" But then there are the real puppy dog eyes that only come out when he gets something he thinks he doesn't deserve"

ohhhh this concept is so so so good i neeeed to see hal harem members fist time reaction to it pwease!

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This needs to happen clearly.

Thoughts on when those puppy dog eyes might appear:

When Hal keeps him close after a rough scene, his hands tender and his kisses gentle. Julien had been so bad for him, he hadn't yet understood how proud Hal was that this boy could let go for him like that and trust Hal to steer them.

When Azune had told him he loved him, far too soon and far too serious, but it was there in his head, a fact he was so sure of that he couldn't resist tasting the words, sunset eyes warm with a light that didn't seem completely of this world.

When Occtis quietly shared stories of his childhood late one night, the two of them sharing Azune's bed when there's no one else in the house, trusting Julien with something so achingly vulnerable, with a re-lived hurt that he thought somehow Julien might help heal.

gosh i love whatever the fuck is wrong with them <3

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There's so much wrong with them individually and what happens when they're together (affectionate).

And this is them in a fairly good spot after some wrinkles, too!

Julien will eventually learn some softer ways and maybe even some... ways that involve words? to tell him.

THE CALL BACK TO WANTING AND TAKING AHHHHH i love it so so so very much!!! and gosh that last sentence is so poetic and beautiful, ofc julien dosent expects this to last! ahh my poor heart!

*dobules cursinng and blessing your as revange and a gift for my poor feelings hehe*

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I wonder what it would take for Julien to notice the other things Azune wants and takes?

Azune taking a moment to drop a quick kiss to his shoulder in passing.

Azune taking a bite of food off his own plate and pressing it to Julien's lips.

Azune taking a quick intake of breath when Julien touches his arm.

Azune taking comfort in a solid warm body against his at night when the nightmares come.

Azune taking his hand to give it a brief squeeze over breakfast.

Azune taking Julien into a tight hug before he leaves.

Azune taking Julien aside just to hear his voice by his ear.

Azune taking a chance to hold him close when he comes home.

Your mind!!! your beautiful and horrible to my feelings mind! thank you but also how dare u!

so sad yet so good, curse you as well as bless you for this delicious food

-🌸

I take this curse and blessing equally from our fair flower.

In exchange I offer Julien looking at himself in the mirror, pleased and proud as his fingers the marks going down his throat and chest. Even when he waivers in the moment, when Azune's hands are pinning him down and his teeth are starting to tip into too much too fast and the tears on his lover's cheeks fill him with emotions that are too painful to name, he is always grateful for the marks.

There may be fuck else he has to offer this man who seems to have taken a fancy to him, who has quietly made off with Julien's heart against his leave and after repeated warnings, but Julien can give him this, the one thing he has ever seen Azune want just for himself, the one thing Azune allows himself to take, to have. Julien will not deny him this, and will think himself honoured that it is taken at all.

i was just wondering if anons ever send u and ask with sm u dont vibe with, is there a way for you to let us know? so we wont repeat that

im asking just in case, cuz i dont have way of knowing and are unsure if continuing to spam u with a ships/kink that i mention before in an ask that hasnt been anserd yet is bodersome to ya

PLEAS dont take this as you "u should be quicker with ansering ask" dead gods forbid (you actually are super fast and im quite amaze at the speed u write at, teach me your ways) i simply dont wanna clutter ur inbox with stuff you not intrested in

Oh, that's actually very kind of you! Often the ones I need to chew on more are just extra tasty and I want to think through it. Some are more in the not my thing but the thing is I actually like those. If I wanted to just write my thing I'd sit in a corner and you'd all just deal with 20000 words of Azune getting railed by every PC and NPC and then given a gallon of ice cream. The fun is in the challenge of things I had not considered, and trying to understand it enough to write something coherent.

Example: I struggle with Julien/Occtis, Kattigan in general, as well as seeker dynamics as a group, but had a blast trying to figure out how to get Occtis and Kattigan in bed together, and ended up coming back several times to the poly!seekers and likely will visit them again.

My intent is if something ends up sitting there in a NOT fun way is to release it to adoption with an explanation like this one.