#self indulging

wip 😇

just want to put a silly headcanon out there, a little au

vertin is demirom, ring aroace, and sonetto ace (a wonderful aroace spectrum)

and they are in a polycule where: -sonetto and ring are platonic (they aren't together but they are close friends) -ring and vertin are queerplatonic -vertin and sonetto are romantic

I'm not gonna apologize you brought this upon yourselves

I really like nick from l4d2 and I'm a sucker for post apocalyptic aesthetic.

Playlist for a Chaotic Fortune Teller Cinnamon Cookie

Playlist: [x]

Because it's still the holidays and the original-original idea was to make the whole thing a Christmas fic, I made another owldick :D. This was supposed to only be about sex and money. I don't know what happened for it to end like this :v

Summary: Dick seems to possess some sort of witchery. That is the only explanation Thomas finds for the fact that Dick manages to ruin every single one of his plans without even intending to do it. Thomas has had enough. He has a new plan, a new game to play, and what better day to set it all into motion that Christmas Eve

Christmasy (?) sequel to Beauty Lays Behind the Hills

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Thomas allows his mind to wander and his feelings to overtake him after their fourth event. The second time he calls the escort service to have Dick sent to him, it goes as well and as fake and ‘wholesome’ as the first time. Thomas hands Dick his suit when he arrives at the penthouse, they go over the new additions to their charade and set out to the opening of the new library. The event ends much sooner than the gala. This time Dick doesn’t even bother bringing sex up before he changes back to his street clothes, bids him goodbye and leaves.  

The third time Thomas is in need of Dick´s services is two weeks before Christmas. As per usual, Wayne Enterprises and the Town Hall hold a Christmas concert, and naturally, the Waynes themselves must attend. The afternoon and night are spent in their usual seats while they listen to the performers, help the town workers serve the food to all the Gothamites who attend. Dick stays quiet during the performances. He smiles and greets people politely when someone wanders over to talk to the eldest Wayne son. Dick goes with him and is the one who gets in line with the town workers and gets the plates piled up with food so Thomas can pass them on to the people in line. It is a cold night, and even with their heavy coats on, Thomas draws Dick closer whenever the air turns downright gelid. Dick presses up to his side and lets Thomas hold his hands between his gloved ones. It is quite an enjoyable “date”. It is ruined as soon as Dick gets back to the penthouse, changes and leaves with an empty, “Good night. Mr. Wayne.”

Their third event is another gala, much smaller than the first one Dick attended. It is barely one week before Christmas. It´s carried out in a big and posh hotel instead of Wayne Tower, and only the close associates of the company are invited. Dick looks beautiful. Dick plays the part of a smitten lover to perfection. The fact that as soon as they are back at their table the sweet and fond ‘Thomas’ turns into an empty and professional ‘Mr. Wayne’ annoys him to no end. Once more, the dance floor seems to be the only place where Dick is willing to be genuine and share bits and pieces about his life. Thomas learns of the time Dick injured his foot during his ballet days. He also learns about his broken shoulder the year he did break dance. Thomas listens, although he doesn’t quite understand how such a young man has apparently gone through all the musical genres and styles already. Thomas can admit he has a good time, and he believes Dick does too. He isn’t sure what he expects of Dick when the night ends after last week, but a quiet reminder about the money and a wave is not it.

Thomas ends the night with several glasses of scotch and a frown. He always figured escorts wouldn’t like to be turned down with such ease. Maybe it is prejudice, maybe it is the worst assumption he has ever made, but it is honestly what he had thought. He had half-expected Dick to smile and flirt and try to push Thomas to take him to bed at least once. Dick hadn’t even mentioned it after their first gala. He hadn’t insinuated anything in any way. It leaves Thomas… not exactly pleased. On one side, he is glad Dick is more than capable of abiding by his rules and wishes without any resistance. Thomas is, after all, quite fond of obedience. On the other side, he feels insulted, and that in turn makes him feel childish and ashamed. The reason as to why he feels insulted makes the situation worse.

Thomas is not a man people can just… pass up on.