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zackcrazyvalentine · 3 years

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Saw requests were open so here I am! 😊

I’d love to request headcannons of the Demon Brothers + Undatables (If you can, if not you can just do the Brothers) from Obey Me reacting to an MC that has Galaxy eyes. Their eyes are a glossy purple-blue, they have star-like pupils that changes patterns everytime they blink, and rather than blush red; They blush purple and get mini constellations across their face and ears. If they cry, their tears are hella sparkly too! MC has baby pictures/family photos to prove their eyes are natural and run in the family.

YOOOO!! As someone who has zodiac sign related OCs, and that loves the stars, this is such a wonderful prompt~❤️

Since this involves many characters, it’ll be under the cut and slightly shorter per character than previous hcs, but hopefully still enjoyable

HEADS UP! This includes spoilers for lessons ~14-15 (and has yandere themes in someone's belphie's part)

Here you go, luv!

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OVERVIEW

Alright, so it’s a little obvious all the character are surprised with the looks of this human

Some are easier to convince it’s natural, while others think it’s a product of permanent magic/demon contracts

Needless to say, all of them get lost in MC’s eyes

All of them try to make them blush or cry, in their own special ways, to see their full beauty

💙👿 Lucifer 🖋️

“Apologies if my stare unsettles you.” He took their hand and placed a kiss upon their knuckles, “Your eyes are simply magnificent. I find myself unable to look away.”

The first thing that crosses Luci’s mind when he meets them is “Which demon did they sign a contract with to look like that?”

I think this one will try to fight back the urge to stare at them and be mesmerized by their beauty

Eventually, he just gives up and lets his eyes wander to their face and examine the sparkling stars

Whether he does it on purpose or not, Lucifer makes MC blush that lovely shade of wine purple. Always a gift to see the constellations that show up in their dark flush

Likes to stroke their face, especially run his thumb along their cheek and try to feel the shining lights on their skin

Will try to point out the constellations and stars he recognizes

💛😈 Mammon 💰💸

“Whu-? Huh?! No, no! Absolutely not! I-I wasn’t looking at ya because of the shining stars in your eyes… but, uh… Could ya maybe look into my eyes for a moment? Please?”

Oh god… when Mammon meets them, one and only one thought crosses his mind: If human limbs were already sought after in the Devildom market… How much money would this LIVE human with stars in their eyes cost?

(yup, let’s face it, folks… Mammon may be one of the very first sweethearts we see in game, but he’s still a demon, one very greedy demon)

Just let him see their tears. Boy, may any omnipotent force help them because he WILL try to make them cry just to see how much demons, witches and wizards pay for their sparkly tears

But then~ Whatever was left of his tender angel heart crumbled when he succeeded the first time. Never did it again and never collected any tears to sell

Mammon likes to explore their skin for more constellations. Arms, hands, shoulders, legs, feet, neck, anything they allow to touch!

What he loves most? Making them cry out of laughter and seeing little glittering drops roll down their cheeks, which he then proceeds to wipe away

Always gets lost in their eyes, but denies he was staring

🧡👿 Leviathan 🎮

“You’re just like an anime character! Wait, could it be that.. the author was inspired by your ancestor?!”

BOY OH BOY LEVI’S ELATED

Seriously, once his contract’s done and he accepts them into his room, he won’t ever stop examining their cheeks and eyes (with respect, of course, he knows how weird and uncomfortable it is to be observed so intently)

You know the first thing he did was introduce them to his anime characters that have features similar to them

GUESS WHAT??? HE ADORES WHEN THEY LIGHT UP HIS ROOM WITH THEIR CONSTELLATIONS!

Makes sure to watch super cheesy lovely shoujo, romantic, and cute anime/movies just so he can see how the blush darkens their cheeks and ears

Levi already zoned out when watching Henry’s big aquarium, he 100% does so too when watching the patterns in their eyes shift with each blink

The otaku musters all his courage, when feeling brave enough, to place a kiss on their cheeks bc they’re just too adorable (both proceed to flush deep red/purple)

💚 Satan 👿📖

“Wonderful… Thank you for showing me the night sky. It’s even more breathtaking when through your eyes.”

Alright, there are pictures that prove it’s all natural… but, where are the written records of space-filled humans? He gets to researching (if he finds proof or not, I leave it up to you)

Regardless, they’re an enigma to him, and he’d love to keep observing you up close

Oh, if only he could read and look at their face at the same time~

Satan may or may not have a secret notebook in which he records different occurrences that happened with MC and how he would describe their unique beauty in that moment

Many of his books and encyclopedias have maps of the sky, he’s taken up some constellations (which he points out, just like Lucifer pls don’t k word me satan)

I swear, this boy… Wants to see their beauty immortalized in writing, described in only the most wonderful ways by his favorite authors (“An honest opinion, your allure deserves to be eternally portrayed in books so every living being can imagine what splendor the world holds.”)

Hard for him to pick a favorite aspect of theirs, but he certainly is very curious what genes caused such phenotype

💗😈 Asmodeus 💋🦂

“That’s not fair! How am I to compete with someone with galaxy eyes?! S-Surely, we’re both ethereal in our own ways? ...But I’m clearly still #1!”

B O Y

One would think his first instinct was to try and seduce them… but oh no, no! For a moment there, Asmo thought he was Levi, feeling pure raw jealousy and envy at their magnificent eyes and glowing skin

He acted sweet and flirty just so his brothers wouldn’t suspect anything, but he felt terrible boiling magma in his stomach (why was he, a former angel, not blessed with looks as mesmerizing as theirs?)

It all changed once Asmo saw them awkwardly walk through RAD’s halls, littered with demons staring at their peculiar skin. Unwanted looks, intense stares, all of them varying in degrees of judgement. He remembered his first days as a demon, as a lust demon, how he disliked the stares at first. (“Looks like we’re not so different after all…”)

He went to their side, making light talk to take their attention off the stares. A human’s blush was never this beautiful before.

It was then when he became a little obsessed with throwing compliments their way to see the tips of their ears turn purple with little glittering spots

Asmodeus would adore to explore their entire body. Like, really, he wonders if their other… parts prone to blood rushes have the same purple tint

Allow him and he’ll cover every single little star on their skin with kisses

Asmo went from despising them to adoring every bit of them, but if he has to pick, their skin is his favorite

❤️👿 Beelzebub 🍔🤤

“Blink… Blink again… Once more... “ A very tender smile graced his lips, “Belphie would definitely adore your eyes.”

“But for me,” He wrapped his arms around them and lifted them up the ground, “Your blush whenever I hold you close is my favorite!”

Like, really peeps, Beel immediately remembers his twin’s fascination with stars and the night sky when his eyes land on MC

It’s strange, but he feels at peace whenever this star filled human is with him

Beel isn't much to care for looks, but wow… this is one very interesting human

When you guys were helping Luke, he definitely stared at the flickering lights on their cheeks and ears to find sleep (and in that moment, he felt Belphie's and Lilith's calming presence with him once more)

They once cried of laughter due to some food incident, and WOW that is so pretty

May or may not have asked them if he could taste their tears asdfgjdi "They look tasty"

Always tries to surprise them with food and hugs once he noticed they blush constellations

Probably the only thing able to make him eat slower is watching the shifting starts in their eyes

💜👿 Belphegor 🛏️💤

"I...uhm…" He blushed lightly, "[Name], could you please look at me? Stars are my favorite...and you, your eyes..." Belphegor is at a total loss of words at the magic in their stare.

I'm going to delve into that before we get to the fluff so

SPOILERS FOR LESSON 16 / YANDERE BELPHIE AHEAD

Sure, he loved their eyes once he saw stars in them...but they are human

Boy, oh boy, did he ENJOY wholeheartedly seeing those glittering tears roll down their face as he took their life

"Say… Would you mind me taking your eyes out to keep as mine? They'll surely look nice hanging from my headboard"

"Is your blood star filled too? Let us see!"

Such a shame that it was a human who was blessed with such wonderful features~

END OF YANDERE (spoilers for other lessons continue)

After learning they're Lilith's descendant, he wonders if their stars are product of her angelic lineage

"Sister… is this your way of telling me to be happy? Bringing a human that is so kind and pretty into my life?" "You filled them with the stars I love so much… Thank you"

What DOESN'T he love about them? Eyes, cheeks, skin, all the flickering stars and shades of blue-purple they blush in, their pupils and eye color

But out of it all, he adores looking at their eyes as he falls asleep

Also likes to trace the stars on their skin, be it forming constellations or in random patterns

Tickle wars happen with him, Beel and MC to see the glittering liquid from how hard they're laughing

I seriously cannot express how much Belphie's in love with this whole human Fun, caring, intelligent, kind, adventurous, and just… plain perfect

😈 Lord Diavolo 👑

"I was not 'blessed' like the brothers to see clear skies in the Celestial Realm, and it's uncommon for me to go up into the human world." Diavolo sat close to them as Barbatos left after serving tea. "But I can say I'm far more blessed with you here to show me the stars." A handsome smile shaped his lips, widening after they blushed.

Honestly, Diavolo is hard to pin for me

Sure, he gets surprised by the human's looks, but welcomes them with open arms regardless

Actually enjoys their company because he gets to see a little piece of the night sky he gets to see very few times

When they show him their baby pictures to prove it's all natural and real, the Prince will take to share some of his own (just ‘cuz, to bond)

He likes to make them laugh, if not to see the small shining tears, to see their face flush dark purple and show constellations

Their presence is calming

He sometimes comes with the request of sitting together so he can see their starry eyes to help him settle down and relax

😈 Barbatos ☕

"These are very particular features… Perhaps I should visit the past to know what led to this?" The butler pondered. "No, I certainly wouldn't like my actions to alter timelines and prevent you from being here." A polite, yet teasing, smirk came to his face.

Like Satan, Barbatos would want to find written records of the existence of other starry humans

Very curious what caused this in a human, but he himself hypothesizes it's due to the angelic lineage

Likes to say flirty things to make them flush, he chuckles every time

Is very interested to see the magical potential their tears have for potions and protection charms

Curious to see if their tears can be used in food preparations (thinks his special tea would look even better with some of their tears added to it)

With how his ability is time travel, Barbatos likes to (privately) call himself Time while he dubs MC Space

He likes their blushes most

😇 Simeon 📖

"If only I had met you sooner, I would've included you in my books. Your character would've been adored by many; not just because of appearance, but also due to your kind heart."

Simeon likes that there's a little piece of sky here with him

He's also one to wonder if their looks are due to Lilith's blood, will have to do some research back in the Celestial Realm

Is always complimenting their eyes

Half expected their eyes to reflect the actual sky at different hours (dawn, evening, dusk, sundown, etc.)

Whenever he stumbles upon a cute star or moon shaped accessory or sweater, he buys it as a gift for them

Likes their eyes the most. He's an angel and has seen many interesting pairs of eyes in his heavenly siblings, but none as breathtaking as theirs

His time writing TSL may be coming to an end, but poetry is always an option to share his admiration for MC with the world~

😇 Luke 🧁🎂

"Hey hey! Michael used to say my eyes look like sunrise!" The small one exclaimed with a big smile, "I'm dawn and you're the night!" Luke giggled.

OMG, THIS CUTIE 🥺💕

Forgive him for staring longer than is welcomed, he's just very amazed by their looks!

He's seen angels with sparkles in their hair and wings, but to see a human with stars and night sky on their skin!!! Is fascinating!

Luke is very grateful to have met MC, he just feels super blessed to know someone as unique as them!

Will use them as inspiration for cookie and cake decorating

Another one curious about what their tears can add to desserts

But don't worry! So long as MC is in his line of sight, he will not allow a single tear to be shed!

To make sure no demon endangers them, this little angel will do his best to protect MC!

He adores their eyes and always asks to look at them ("You can look at mine in return! And see the daybreak Michael sees in them!")

🧙🏻‍♂️ Solomon 🔮

"Oh? What is this I see, a rival?" The wizard chuckled, "We can share the starry sky aesthetic, I don't mind."

SPACE 🤝 AESTHETIC 🤝🤝🤝

He immediately fires a lot of questions their way to find as much information as he can about their looks, magical power, and magical properties of their peculiar features

While the rest just wonder what their tears can do, Solomon is the fearless soul to actually ask for a sample to conduct tests with

If they become close, Solomon will find a way to preserve one of their tears to carry with him at all times

Yup, you guessed it! His favorite feature is their tears

...he makes them shed quite the handful with the cooking he gives as thanks for the samples lol

This one wonders if they are also star filled on the inside...as in, their tissues and organs (and blood)

But worry not, unless he’s given permission, Solomon will keep his hands to himself

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Sorry if this is so short Dx

And aah...sorry for including yandere themes, but it just fit and was interesting to think of~

Still, hope this was enjoyable

Thank you for the request!!

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madhyanas · 4 years

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here be dragons

Part 1 of the Hospitality series

Pairing: Paz Vizsla x fem!Reader

Rating: T/PG-13

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: One use of a slur, aimed at the reader.

A/N: ahhhhh it’s a little late, but i finally finished this. now i can finally start posting this series in the RIGHT order, oh my god. check it out on ao3 here, if you want.

It’s late.

You lie in your cot, staring into the darkness. Unable to sleep, surrounded by the vicious tempest outside. It’s raining heavily; pelting down so hard you can hear it through the roof and feel it through the floor. Occasionally, you hear a boom of thunder, and the inn doors rattle and shake.

You’re glad you fixed the waterproofing this morning.

In a storm like this, you hold some half-hearted hope that a traveller will stop by. Someone soaked and freezing; desperate enough for you to hike up the price of lodging without turning away business.

Swindling a tourist here and there can’t hurt, in the grand scheme of the galaxy. You have to eat, after all.

The rich scent of waterlogged earth fills the room, and something about it seems unfamiliar. You’ve accustomed to the occasional downpour by now, having lived on Takodana for many years. But the lingering air of petrichor reminds you just how different home was — all dry deserts and salt flats, the odd dust storm. Certainly no lush greenery or blue skies.

As a lump settles in your throat, you miss the mechanic stand from your childhood. The slick smear of oil on your mother’s cheek as she gave the speeder a tune-up. The stripes on your father’s montrals above the welding mask as he soldered wires back together. When he was done, he’d always squish your little face in his palms. Smoothing his thumbs over the white markings on your face, near identical to his. The only symbol of your Togruta heritage, contrasted on a face of your mother’s colouring.

You sigh, and sit up. Now, you’re stuck here. Running an inn by yourself, out of business and in denial about it. You miss the feeling of freedom that came and left with youth; running through the streets, being swept up in warm, protective arms. Your mother rolling her eyes. Your father’s laugh.

Suddenly, a bang. You hear front doors slide open, and your heart leaps into your throat. The sound rings in your ears for a moment with its violence. Blindly, you grab the vibroblade from the table and scramble to the entrance. You’ve never used it before, and you pray the doors are just malfunctioning.

As you skirt through the narrow passageway, your stomach drops. No such luck. A large, silhouetted figure stands before the main desk, looming ominously as the wind howls outside. Maker, they’re huge. Far bigger than you, and a small, nagging part of your brain says they could kill you in a heartbeat.

It’s still dark. Frozen as you are, you haven’t turned the lamp on. In vain, you hope they might leave if no-one arrives. A bolt of lightning flashes outside, and the glare arcs off the stranger’s helmet.

Your eyes widen at the glimpse of a smooth, glass t-visor. A Mandalorian.

Oh, you’re fucked.

In that moment, they turn to you directly. The back of your neck tingles, and you realise they can see you. Their helmet turns down to the vibroblade in your hands, before returning to your face calmly. Of course. You don’t think you’re a very threatening sight, cowering in the doorway like this.

You feel remarkably stupid.

Hesitantly, you step forward and switch on the lamp at the desk with your free hand. Light pours out softly between you, doing nothing to calm your nerves. You squint, eyes adjusting to the brightness, trying to control the pounding of your heart.

“I am in need of lodging.”

You blink. The voice, low and rumbling, is scrambled by a vocoder. Male, from what you can tell, and the static scratches at your ears. He’s covered from head-to-toe in deep blue armour; rivulets of water drip off the steel, puddling on your floor. Some kind of pack rests on his back, and you try, fruitlessly, to ignore the glint of a trigger and scope.

Towering over you, you’d have to crane your head just to look him in the visor. You don’t have the nerve, in any case.

It occurs to you, faintly, that you could die tonight. It also occurs to you that the chances of an untimely demise would be significantly higher, if you keep gawking at him like this.

“Uh…”

“Lodging,” he repeats, sounding distinctly impatient. “Is there a vacancy?”

Maker, when is there not.

“Yes! Yes, there’s a— there’s a vacancy.” Fumbling for the log-holo, you set the vibroblade down in a cubby under the desk. Still within reach, and your receptionist autopiloting kicks in. “Uh, single room, how many nights?” You glance up at the shiny helm. The usual questions, but it feels… impertinent, asking for information. Like you’re violating his sanctity, or something, just daring to wonder. Especially about someone so clearly hostile. How does a faceless sheet of beskar manage to make your stomach churn?

“One.”

Of that, you’re grateful. One night, and you’ll be done with this. “Okay,” you reply, dragging out the sound. You sound nervous. He must be able to tell. “And, uh, name?”

He stares you down. It suddenly feels cold, frigid, even though his visage most definitely cannot change. It strikes you, in that moment, that even your sensitive nose can’t detect anything on him. The rain has washed it all away, except for a stubborn, smokey hint of blaster ammunition. Recently fired. A shiver runs up your spine.

Acerbically, he snaps, “Pick one.” There’s a rising heat behind the words, you don’t push your luck.

“I’ll— I’ll just put ‘Mando’,” you mutter, entering the moniker into the log. Once again, in the span of less than five minutes, you feel like a moron. Heat rushes to your cheeks.

But there’s one more caveat. You should probably forget it, just this once, but for some reason: “You’re not allowed to bring weapons inside. While— While you’re staying.”

A golden rule. One of the conditions upon which you were even allowed to run this place was your responsibility to maintain peace. (You often wonder what the Pirate Queen was thinking, believing you capable of breaking up any kind of violence.)

To your relief, the Mandalorian doesn’t explode with rage, or any such violent gestures. His shoulders are tense, but this — dealing with irritated, tired travellers — is familiar. He’s no different, you tell yourself.

“The weapons stay.”

“I can’t let you—”

“I’m a Mandalorian. Weapons are part of my religion.” You blink, and your silence seems enough for him to continue. “I won’t be using them on you, if that’s what you’re worried about. Keep your distance, and there won’t be a problem.”

A threat. Perhaps he’s trying to reassure you, in some strange way, but it doesn’t stop the cold fist of dread from closing around your heart.

“I’m… not supposed to—”

“You have my word.”

A muscle in your jaw ticks. Despite the nerves wrenching your stomach, there’s an urge to stand your ground. To defend the principles of Maz’s territory. (Or, more selfishly, to rebuke how easily he’s trampling all over you.) You shift, ready to argue.

But then he moves, one hefty arm lifting upwards, and you flinch. He pauses, before fishing a leather pouch out of a pocket and dropping it on the counter. You hear the familiar clink of credits. The sound elicits an instinctual reaction, a lurch of hope. You lean forward with a frown, inspecting the offering.

You gingerly pluck it by the drawstring, and its weight is a pleasant surprise. The contents are promising — a fee far exceeding the cost of one night’s stay.

A prickling mixture of shame and embarrassment heat your cheeks. Oh, how quickly your righteous anger fades at the promise of payment. Again, the back of your neck tingles. A reminder, that the Mandalorian is watching.

Taking a steadying breath, you bring your eyes back to the visitor. “Should I… show you to your room?”

A beat, then he nods.

You step to the side and flick the overhead lights on, waiting for him to go first. But he continues staring, and your skin itches with the weight of judgement. You realise he’ll only follow behind.

You swallow thickly, keeping your gaze averted as you lead him inside. Your little bungalow inn doesn’t have that many rooms to begin with, so you keep them all clean and ready for a guest — that’s not the issue.

But you have to go the night knowing there’s an elite warrior, perfectly capable of silencing your heartbeat, staying two doors down. You have to sleep with that knowledge.

You realise the vibroblade still rests in your palm. It feels clunky. Foolish, in your inexperienced hand. The Mandalorian’s heavy footsteps thud behind you, accented by the clank of metal armour. You clamp down the urge to rub the back of your tingling neck, and in some peculiar urge to reconcile, you half-turn to him as you walk. Slowly, showing him the weapon.

“Ah, I wouldn’t use this, you know. On you.” He’s crushingly silent, appraising you. He has to duck his head slightly to fit in the passageway, nearly filling up its width with his bulk.

You blather on, blindly spitting out words to fill the silence. “It’s just— all sorts pass through here, you know? This place has Kanata’s stamp of approval and all, but better safe than sorry.”

Still, no response, and you wince at just how green you sound. You swallow, having reached the doorway; you’ve led him to the quarters with the largest bed, having figured he’ll need it.

“There’s instructions to set the passcode inside. If you need anything,” you say, hoping he won’t, “I’m that door over there.” For one, awkward moment, you stand, feeling horribly out of place with the brooding figure at your side. “Well. Goodnight, then.”

You turn around, credits and blade in hand, ready to step into your quarters and get some kriffing rest, when the crawling, fuzzy feeling on the nape of your neck intensifies.

With one foot through the doorway, you hear him call out to you. “I thought no weapons were permitted.” A coarse noise crackles through the vocoder, and you realise it’s a laugh. You feel a cold sweat run down your back. “Is that blade just for show, then, little innkeeper?”

He— he sounds amused. Finding entertainment in your clear disadvantage. You feel sick, sick to your stomach, and slam the button to close the door behind you. Wetness springs to your eyes like clockwork, but the tears don’t fall even as you collapse on your cot. You’re pathetic, you think. Unable to stop him from belittling you, never mind barring him entry.

Sleep, though it eventually comes, is fitful and disturbed. Phantom helmets and mocking, modulated laughter fill your head.

In the morning, his room is emptied out. Bed made, fresher tidied.

No trace of the Mandalorian, at all. You’ve never been more grateful.

———

The second time you meet the Mandalorian, you’ve got your hands full.

“I’m not running a charity here.”

A Zabrak man has his hands planted on the desk, leaning into your space uncomfortably. Maker, guests like these test your patience.

It’s a poor attempt at intimidation. He’s taller than you, certainly, but gangly in a way that screams awkward, rather than lean. Scrawny, drawn out. Even the spikes protruding from his yellowish face are lumpy and faded. You wrinkle your nose at the faint, rank odour of sweat and booze. Overall, you’re unimpressed.

Besides, imposing figures don’t phase you much anymore. Not since that fateful encounter, nearly a cycle ago. You’d feared for your life that night.

Few were as large a threat as that Mandalorian.

The Zabrak hisses in your face, “Maz Kanata owes me a great debt. I’ll take it out of my bill.”

In your periphery, you can hear the telltale sounds of landing gear outside — a new arrival, but you can’t deal with that right now.

You blink slowly, and sigh. “Listen, this shtick you’re trying to pull? I’ve heard it before.” So, so many times. You’re not the only cheapskate in these parts. “You have a problem with Maz, you take it up with her. She doesn’t control my inn any more than I control the Castle.” That’s… not exactly true. But you doubt it matters to him.

Twisting his face unpleasantly, the man snarls, “I demand recompense, innkeeper. Return my credits, and we won’t have a problem.”

You recall being browbeaten at similar words. That night you cowed, frozen by the weight of mortality hanging over your head. But you have since hardened in the months that passed, and you steel your resolve.

Leaning close to the Zabrak, getting in his face, you speak through bared teeth. “You’re right. You get out of my inn, and we won’t.” Curling your lips into a disgusted half-sneer, “So I’ll be keeping my credits.”

“Insolent fool,” the Zabrak growls, and he moves to reach for something concealed behind his back. You jaw clenches — how did you miss that he was armed? — and you flinch backwards as he reveals a blaster. Before you can reach for your trusty vibroblade, the doors slide open with an innocent ting.

Standing there in the doorway, is your Mandalorian.

Your eyes widen at the sight of him, huge as ever, ducking his head to step over the threshold. Armed to the teeth, as per usual. He saunters forward slowly, purposefully. The swagger, the presence in his gait impossibly makes him seem… bigger? Somehow even more bulky than last time?

The Zabrak whirls round, only to balk at the steely-blue cuirass his chin comes to level with. He’s harmless compared to the warrior before him. You can only imagine how tiny you must seem. The Mandalorian keeps his head inclined down to the horned man, who’s now gripping the desk behind him, but his words are for you.

“Trouble, innkeeper?”

Maker, it’s been months since you heard that rumbling voice. It still knots your stomach, but less so, you think, than it did. You’re surprised he remembers you.

Your confidence with the pesky guest has not dissipated, however, and you find your words. “I don’t know.” You address the Zabrak calmly, “Is there any trouble, sir? It’d be a shame if things got… unpleasant.”

The wilting man cranes his head to you with a frantic look in his eye, and you feel a flash of pity. Ah, kriff. You’ve made your point.

Glancing at the Mandalorian, you make a subtle ‘back-up’ motion with your palm, half-wondering if he’ll take offence. But thankfully, he does as you request, and the Zabrak’s wheeze of relief is audible as he deflates.

“Takodana Castle,” you start, a little gentler than before, “Is three miles that way.” You thrust a thumb to the side. “One path, cuts through the forest. Can’t miss it.”

The Zabrak stumbles his way around the Mandalorian, never taking his wide eyes off the helmet. The armoured man steps aside silently, and it’s a wonder how he makes such a simple gesture seem so mocking. Saying that he’s the one in control, even if it’s temporarily at your behest. All in the way he shifts, the dangerous glint of his blasters in the light.

The memory of his laugh, hearty and sinister, echoes in your brain. Your toes curl in your boots.

Once he’s out of the door, the Zabrak gains some ill-founded sense of security. His wiry frame tenses, and he glares at you, spitting, “Watch yourself, halfbreed.” With a single, fleeting glance to the Mandalorian, he runs off towards the forest.

…ah.

You purse your lips, and look to the floor out of habit. Heat rushes to your cheeks. The slur is not unfamiliar to you. Your lack of montrals and lekku allow you to blend in, to lie low. But your markings reveal who you are. It’s strange; you think you’re proud of them. What they represent, who gave them to you. But the wave of shame that crashes over you sends blood roaring in your ears. For the Mandalorian to witness this? It’s a pitiful sight.

In the corner of your eye, you see him clench a fist, and you quash the sickness of your heart down with a vengeance. There are more pressing matters at hand.

“So. It’s, uh, been a while.” You cringe at the heavy-handed attempt to change the subject. Now that cursed Zabrak has left, it’s like all your bravado has sputtered out. And, really? Last time you saw the Mandalorian, a man from a culture of elite warriors, you thought he was going to murder you in your sleep. Been a while, indeed.

He plays along. “Well, I was in the area. Figured I should save the damsel in distress, while I had the chance.” He leans an elbow on the counter, resting his weight on it, and for a moment you’re perplexed.

The Mandalorian is… teasing you. Relaxed against your desk, standing close but not enough to be invasive. It’s a far cry from that shadow in the pouring rain, haunting your doorstep. “Although, from where I was standing, you didn’t seem to need much help,” he continues smoothly.

Compliments? Maker, if it were anyone else, you might even think he was making a pass at you.

But it’s him, and you give the helmet a strange look. It’s a little freaky, in all honesty. “I… see. What business do you have here, then, Mandalorian?”

The helm sags slightly in what you can only describe as a falter. It’s jarring. So incongruent with the persona you have crafted in your mind.

“I can’t just drop by?” You imagine your disbelief is evident on your face, because he sighs, a deep and raspy thing, before his voice sobers a fraction. “I have business with the Pirate Queen.” Your shoulders slacken. Of course. It’s a relief, in some way, to know that the purpose of his visit is so normal.

You ready the holo-log at your side. “Ah, sure. How many nights?”

He straightens and rubs a hand to the back of his neck briefly. You stare at the offending limb, entranced by such a normal, hesitant movement. It’s… It’s so very human, for lack of a better word.

“I’m not looking for lodging.” You blink up at his visor, frowning. “My work should only take a day, at the most.”

“Then…”

“I told you. Just wanted to drop in.” That doesn’t answer anything at all, and he elaborates, “I rarely visit Takodana, innkeeper. I thought I’d say hello while I was here.”

Your lips part. What? How… how can there be so much lost in translation? You’ve been afraid of this man, or a barebones idea of him, for months now. Like some kind of boogeyman, under-the-bed horror to spook children into good behaviour. And he comes to you with something like friendliness, with a smart one-liner and warmth in his tone?

You shake your head, dazed; reluctantly, you decide to give it to him straight. “I… I wasn’t under the impression that we were friends, Mandalorian.” He stills, and you keep going. “Honestly, uh, last time. It wasn’t great, for me. You— You scared me.”

‘You still do’ sits on the tip of your tongue. In the disarming haze of his amicability, you can’t tell if it’s true or not. You ramble in the face of his silence, if only to quiet the conflict in your mind. “I thought that you’d— I mean, I thought that I might. Y’know. Die, that night. I was tired, okay, and— and I didn’t know what to think…”

You trail off.

The Mandalorian stands before you, wordless. Your knees aren’t trembling, but there’s a worry seated deep in your chest. It’s interesting, maybe, that you don’t know who it’s for. Guilt begins to creep up on you, bitter at the back of your throat. Kriff. Just as you open your mouth to say something, his voice comes through the vocoder.

“I apologise. I was not… I did not know. It was never my intention to scare you.” His voice sounds hoarse, like the very thought of your fear repulses him. His words are not clumsy, per se, but there’s a rawness there that makes you notice how eloquent he usually sounds. The visor does not stray from your face. “I am sorry. Truly, I am sorry.” His shoulders are slumped, and he’s curling in on himself slightly. Making himself smaller, you realise faintly, and he presses a gloved hand to his chest. The helmet bows. “Ni ceta. I apologise, innkeeper.”

You blink rapidly, not knowing what to say. That’s… an awful lot to take in. You can’t remember the last time someone really begged for your forgiveness like this. You swallow thickly. Don’t cry.

The air seems muggy, somehow. Heated. As if all the truth that has burst forth carries a flame with it, burning the space between you. Hesitantly, you place a hand on his vambrace. The metal is cool against the warmth of your palm, and you’re careful not to touch any of the buttons on the control panel.

“Thank you,” you murmur. “I appreciate that. It’s— it’s alright. I think.” You nod determinedly, as if to reaffirm your words.

Heartfelt apologies don’t spill out so easily from heartless men, surely. He’s worth more trust than you give him. And his stance — defeated, ashamed — no, it doesn’t suit him at all. The helm tilts back up to your face, and you shoot him a small smile. Some kind of impulse lurches in your chest; to comfort, to come together. It’s genuine, and there’s a rosy warmth to your cheeks that feels pleasant.

You slide your hand away from his arm to offer it in the air. It hovers boldly, an attempt to bridge the abyss. It takes him a second, but he clasps your hand in his. You shake firmly, and his grip is strong, yet not painful. Reassuring, in a way. You suspect he’s controlling it for your sake.

“Let’s start fresh, huh?” You give him your name, and he repeats it.

His baritone resonates in your ears; it sounds like molasses, dripping into chest and heart. To hear your name uttered with respect, reverence, in that clear-cut way he speaks. It is nothing short of a miracle, in a moment.

You reassure him immediately, “I don’t need yours, if you’re worried about that sort of thing.” You lick your lips nervously. “But I do need something to call you. Got a preference?”

He hums, and you’re grateful how at-ease he sounds. It’s better this way. “What was it I told you that day? ‘Pick one’, I believe.”

So. This is the Mandalorian. He’s got jokes.

You snort, more at the realisation than anything else, and his posture brightens. “If you’re sure.” You press your lips together, thinking of a name. The back of your neck tingles all the while, and the weight of his stare is welcome for the first time. “We could just keep simple? ‘Mando’ would work.”

“Original,” he drawls, not unkindly. “But fine by me.” You have no idea, but it sounds like he’s smiling.

“Alright, then, Mando.” It’s so surreal, chatting with your own personal nightmare after months, just to find out he’s kind of… sweet. Nice to talk to, in a way you didn’t know you needed till now.

———

You two make small talk for a while over the counter. Mild, lighthearted. You learn that Mando’s a much more nuanced soul than you first assumed. Thoughtful, contemplative — careful in the way he speaks to you. You’re not used to that kind of consideration, and it’s appreciated. He’s funny, too, in a crooked kind of way. Like a mismatched puzzle piece fitting in the wrong set, bringing a bemused, entertained quirk to your lips. He conveys wry amusement surprisingly well, despite wearing no facial expression to back him up.

Now that you’re not quaking at the sight of him, your curiosity emerges. Is it a pain, lugging so much armour around? Does he sleep with the helmet on? When did he get that ship, parked just outside? Is it painful, having such a pensive heart, but evoking fear with every step?

Mainly, though, you’re just happy. The blue of his beskar is softer to the eyes, now. It’s the feeling of dipping your toes into chill, crisp waters. Testing the mood of the current, of this new depth you have yet to discover.

Being friends. What a novel idea.

Mando turns to look out the window. The day is well into the afternoon; there’s still time before sunset. “I should get going,” he states, but makes no move to shift off the desk.

There’s a twinge of disappointment. “Oh. Right, your work.” You scuff the toe of your boot against the floor. What can you say, really? One day of budding friendship doesn’t give you the right to impose.

“Yes. The Castle is… eastward, you said?”

You hum in agreement with where his finger is pointing. A shame. You thought you’d have more time with him. “Three miles through the forest,” you intone glumly. “Can’t miss it.”

Would you have to wait a cycle to see him again? More? Would you be waiting here, stuck in your idyllic, but oh-so-small corner of the galaxy, waiting for your Mandalorian to return? You purse your lips; the image doesn’t agree with you. You don’t agree with it, rather.

Finally, he straightens, and the height difference doesn’t startle you, this time. (Impresses you, maybe. Makes something giddy flutter in your chest. But you can’t afford those thoughts, can you?)

Mando tilts his helmet side to side slightly, as if he’s considering something. Weighing the pros and cons, and the action is somewhat exaggerated. You pay no heed, picking at a nail bed idly. It’s childish, sulky.

“Three miles can be travelled by foot. No need to waste the fuel.” He turns to you. “Never been through these woods before, though. Might get lost.”

In your disgruntlement, you don’t catch the leading inflection. You sigh. “I don’t think a Mandalorian would have much issue with an uninhabited forest. You’ll be fine. Just one straight path; don’t stray and it’s easy—”

Mando bends down a little, and says your name seriously, prompting you to look up. "I might get lost. Could use a guide.”

Your lips part in realisation, forming a small ‘o’. That’s what you say, too, and heat blooms in your cheeks at his static-filled snicker. He thinks he’s clever.

“So,” you start swiftly, attempting to recover your dignity. “Is it my turn to save the damsel?” He turns to the door, and you step round the desk to join him.

“I can slay my own beasts,” he snarks, and the mirth you hear is lilting. “You can return the favour, for the dragon I just scared off.”

You huff. “Hardly a dragon, I think.” With finality, you flick off the electric lights and step outside into the clean Takodana breeze. “Wasn’t really a rescue so much as pest control.” You detect the light, spiced scent of the fragrant tree bark nearby. It grounds you to this moment. Taking in a hearty breath, you do your best to put that stinking Zabrak out of your mind.

A few hours off would be good. You barely get any guests anyway, and Maz is the understanding type. Living for millennia must do that to you.

Mando says nothing as you punch the lock code digits into the door, and start to make your way towards the forest. You know the path to the Castle like the back of your hand, like the strokes on your face, but you have never walked it with company. You smile, unabashed.

There’s a first time for everything.

———

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qiankunfics · 3 years

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JohnKun Masterlist Part 2

AO3

1. Morning Warmth by nininuggetFandoms:NCT (Band)

Summary: Waking up besides both of his favorite persons is Johnny's best part of his day. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

2. lucky by 10vesick

Summary: How did Kun ever get so lucky to find someone who loves him to the same extent that he loves them? Rating: General Status: One-shot

3. little red by madcity (johnshuaa)

Summary: All Kun wants to do is bring his cookies to his grandmother, but he keeps getting intercepted by a peculiar man with a dreadful smirk and honey eyes. Rating: Explicit Status: One-shot

4. baby, we're the new romantics by nonamebut

Summary: In conclusion: Johnny and Kun like each other. Rating: Teen Status: One-shot

5. Distant Strangers by Sakunade

Summary: Johnny recently hired a new assistant at his office, and he can't help how irresistible he is, and finds himself falling into the deep-set dimples faster than he realizes. Rating: Mature Status: On-going

6. Poco a Poco a Poquito by taeyongsan

Summary: Johnny has never been interested in a student's parent but Kun Qian proved to be an attraction that Johnny couldn't shake. Rating: General Status: One-shot

7. Sunrise, Sunset by Tinywriterfairy

Summary: Johnny and Kun are perfectly normal neighbors, except one's a vampire and the other's a god. And neither wants the other to know. What could possibly go wrong? Rating: Teen Status: One-shot

8. take me anywhere by wentz

Summary: Johnny and Kun meet at a New Year’s Party. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

9. Moonflower by almostkun

Summary: In the darkest hours of the night, his feelings have bloomed. His love for Johnny hides in the shadows, atop of every tree and deep under the river. Rating: General Status: One-shot

10. home by seonho

Summary: Single Dad Kun meets his son’s new best friend’s dad, Johnny. Rating: Teen Status: One-shot

11. like clarity (you came to me) by andthencoffee (yawawoo)

Summary: Galaxy war veterans Kun and Johnny spend a day at the beach of a faraway planet and find that they may like each other more than the waves. Rating: Teen Status: One-shot

12. ignite me by gabilliam (vvhymack)

Summary: Co-workers Kun and Johnny where Kun is in love with Johnny and enters into a FWB situation with him. Rating: Explicit Status: Completed

13. the not so lonely star by miraclegarden

Summary: Kun was just another star in the sky, who fell in love with a human named Johnny. Rating: General Status: One-shot

14. Premonition by 10vesick

Summary: It's overwhelming, how he can't explain at all how it makes him feel. It’s overwhelming, and quite honestly, a little scary. Rating: Explicit Status: One-shot

15. give me one good honest kiss (and i'll be alright) by nctyou

Summary: Kun is King and Johnny is his secret not-so-secret. Rating: General Status: One-shot

16. A Night To Remember by tronnorwolfstar

Summary: Where Kun and Johnny meet, but not under the most ideal circumstances. Rating: Teen Status: On-going

17. Making the Most of the Night by cobalamincosel

Summary: It's NYE in NYC, and Johnny just wants to welcome it with Kun. Rating: Teen Status: One-shot

18. Starry Night by lunalius

Summary: Kun is definitely trying too hard, but Johnny doesn't mind. Rating: General Status: One-shot

19. There Are Stars by taeyongsan

Summary: Stars were always there. One just had to know how to find them. Johnny was lucky enough to have found them. Rating: General Status: One-shot

20. Big Boys Like Butt Stuff Too by bunnykingdy

Summary: Professor Qian Kun is Johnny's mandarin teacher, a confident, well liked gentleman who is coincidentally but not really, Johnny's crush. And for some reason, Kun seems to return his feelings?? Rating: Explicit Status: One-shot

21. Of I Love You's and Promises by jiwrites

Summary: The five times Johnny says "I love you" and the one time Kun says it back. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

22. hum hallelujah by wentz

Summary: “Father.” Johnny's hands rest on the priest’s thighs. “Let me suck you off.” Rating: Explicit Status: One-shot

23. used to it by junxiao

Summary: kun, johnny and their band mates end up having to all sleep in the same room. nobody can get any sleep because johnny’s snoring incredibly loud... except for kun, who's completely used to it. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

24. dealing with you / i do with caution by milkywei

Summary: Johnny is finally back in his hometown but his heart's home is still miles away from him. Rating: General Status: One-shot

25. I can't take my eyes off of you because my fond looks are always for you by cherrycitrus_blossom

Summary: JohnKun get together. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

26. Tea Talk by CryptidLuna

Summary: Johnny is on cleaning duty while Kun takes the boys out for a play date. Rating:General Status: One-Shot

27. malamente by gashinas

Summary: Kun helps Johnny with stress relief (of sorts). Rating: Explicit Status: One-shot

28. spoiled sweetheart by cheapdreams

Summary: Kun had missed Korea. Rating: Explciit Status: One-Shot

29. Ink by lamarina

Summary: Vampire Kun with Human Johnny Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

30. Genesis by dojaegay

Summary: Doctor Johnny with Unit KN010196l Rating: Explicit Status: On-going

31. the most beautiful moment in my life by awhalenamedblue

Summary: Johnny and Kun in Fujian Rating: Mature Status: One-Shot

32. Obvious by lunalius

Summary: Exam season is dumb decisions extravaganza. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

33. From the Ground Up by cobalamincosel

Summary: Kun and Johnny are two lonely strangers who meet at a beach. They don’t believe in fate but maybe they should. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

34. as the days go by by saelium

Summary: johnny thinks spring will always be beautiful, because of him. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

35. it may be love. by RedamancyEffect

Summary: johnny loses his ways seeing kun in his sweater. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

36. Counting Sheep (And The Days Until You're Mine Again) by kiwiiChan

Summary: Johnny’s a single dad and has to go buy diapers for his son at 3AM so he wakes up his neighbor to take care of the baby. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

37. A Matter of Patience by cobalamincosel

Summary: Kun is happy. People come through with coughs and colds and a sprain here or there, all simple— until Johnny. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot Trigger: Injuries

38. Secret Rendezvous. by softyjseo

Summary: Seo Johnny. Everyone knows him as the lead guitarist of the band The Hour Is Ours. Touring the world and sharing everything with fans, no one suspects him of having secrets, Rating: General Status: One-shot

39. callin' by gashinas

Summary: The first time Kun makes Johnny come with only words is innocent enough. The second time it happens, Johnny’s really not expecting it. Rating: Explicit Status: One-shot

40. little by little, soaked into my veins by aeroplaneseok

Summary: PWP of Kun giving his puppy a treat, or to be more precise, multiple orgasms. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

41. Hands by criesmom

Summary: Johnny and Kun have been on two dates, (three, if you count going to the club with their friends). The alcohol gives them some ideas. Rating: Explicit Status: One-shot

42. Aubade by makbaes (gentlemindedlostgirl)

Summary: Kun, meanwhile, is a young man with a big heart, good intentions, and a toddler who needs him. Rating: Teen Status: Completed

43. Points of Contact by lunalius

Summary: Kun is very tactile, and Johnny suffers for it. Rating: Mature Status: One-Shot

44. The First Day by violetpeche

Summary: Johnny's proposal to Kun on New Year's Eve doesn't go exactly as planned, but it all works out in the end. Rating: Mature Status: One-Shot

45. Our Old Story by sunlariums

Summary: After years of being away, Kun returns home to memories he thought forgotten, and a voice that reminds him of the past. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

46. Flowers In Your Chest by sunlariums

Summary: The one where Johnny has a crush on his unattainable roommate, and hanahaki disease isn't helping at all. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

47. you’re the one (for me) by stilinscry

Summary: kun doesn’t plan on falling in love a second time, the universe has other plans Rating: General Status: One-Shot

48. Parenting 101 by makbaes (gentlemindedlostgirl)

Summary: Chenle is normally a good kid. But his woodshop teacher, Mr. Seo, has been sending Kun emails about how his son has been acting out lately. So it's time for a parent-teacher conference. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

49. All I Want For Christmas Is For My Best Friends To Be Boyfriends by eggboyksoo

Summary: Doyoung’s well-intentioned mistletoe may have led to the one thing he actually wanted: the Rise of Johnkun. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

50. under the night sky by softsuna

Summary: Johnny was set to marry Princess Jieqiong, but falling for her brother wasn't part of the equation Rating: General Status: One-Shot

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the-lady-of-the-rings · 4 years

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X-Men Au

Geralt is smth like Beast and when he wants (or when he is angry, mostly the latter) he transformed in his potion-induced-condition (is that even right?)

but after fucking up too many times and killing too many people in the process, he decides to shut down that part of himself

However he still is a highly trained soldier, weapon and martial-arts expert and is capable of speaking fluently more than 8 languages

He's part of a group, led by Mystique, dedicated to save all the mutants, oppressed and abused, and get them out of places where they are overexploited.

That's how he meets jaskier

Jaskier is a type of empathy, with well, empathic powers; smth like Mantis from guardian of the galaxy, except that he can fully control other people's feelings and emotions

When Geralt finds him he is working at a brothel, as a sex slave. Well a slave in general. Chained up he made the client's feel exactly what they wanted, and then let them do whatever they wanted, call him whatever they wanted and make him do whatever they wanted. As long as they paid, of course. Once the night finished, he had to do exactly the same for the boss, just without the paying. From whatever sexual activity he could come up to, to making him coffee or a feet massage.

5 days later he is still in bed, at Xavier's school, unable to talk, recovering form all the malnutrition and bruises. He flinches at everything and only is comfortable in the presence of some women. Horrible nightmares wake him up at god know what hour of the night screaming.

5 months later he's recovering from his trauma, he's warmed up to everyone at school and little by little he is starting to use his powers again. Nightmares haven't stopped. Geralt is one of the few who still keeps the distances.

Jaskier tries to talk to him, but geralt's heighten senses (do you say it like at? God i urgently need a beta 😪) confirms the obvious, jaskier’s still low-key afraid of him

What geralt doesn’t know is that he also high-key admires him, it isn’t lust, yet, it’s too early for that, but he admires his strength and how he has helped so many people

One night the school’s under attack, some mentally unstable mutant that after discovering what hid that peculiar school decides to pay a visit

Jaskier and geralt both rush out of their rooms and find eachother, the latter orders jaskier to take the kids to a safe place, and quickly shuts the empathic up when he says he can help.

"you are helping, by protecting the kids"

And he's running down the corridor leaving a unsatisfied jaskier behind

The mutant is more powerful than they thought and to take him down geralt need's to use his mutant form

And now they have another problem (like the Hulk yk)

Yennefer tries but her powers are meant to attack not calm down

So they decide that the only possibility they have is to knock him down

Until jaskier silently sneaks up to geralt and uses his powers to calm him down and eventually return to his human form.

And it works

Too good actually

And Mystique orders them to work on that so they could use geralt's strength when things get out of hand

But the low-key fright is still there, so geralt proposes to first work con jaskier's trust

As weeks pass, they work and talk with eachother, they get to know eachother and jaskier will lose his fear by and by

Jaskier eventually voices his deep admiration

Geralt stays near, cleaning a weapon or reading anything, when jaskier is with the kids (he's good, really good) he won't admit it, but he also admires jaskier and his ability to control the unruly group of kids

He, on the other hand, normally scares them

The nightmares are still there but thanks to geralt's light sleep and the proximity of their rooms, when he does wake up covered in sweat and mentally in the worst place ever, he has someone to help him calm down

Geralt calls it "paying a dept"

When Yennefer finds them one morning, cuddling in jaskier's bed she calls it otherwise

5 years later, jaskier is the one in charge of the kids when they are brought back, he's the best at helping them recover from their mental trauma's, when Geralt goes on mission the empathic keeps a special phone in case there is an emergency and need to calm the beast down, and oh, they've been official for 6 months

They took their time, their sweet time, but bmostly cause of geralt

He insisted he didn't want to jeopardize all the progress they had achieved with jaskier's mental condition

If you ask Yennefer they've been together for 3 years already just without the kissing

They did act like a couple

They went out a lot (noo they weren't dates) and when they came back from missions jaskier always looked for Geralt first (it's just because he's the most reckless of all of you) and if you wanted to know where one was you just had to find the other, and they wispered little things to eachother that nobody, not even Yennefer knows exactly what it is to this day

they just denied every time someone asked

6 months back jaskier decided it was enough, he wanted to publicly sit on geralt's lap (he had already done it on private 😏) and wanted to touch geralt without having to come up with useless excuses and didn't want geralt to have to go from one room to another when he had nightmares, and god just kiss the hell out of geralt

He asks him and they make it official, even though the only thing that actually changed is that they kiss and they share a bigger room, the rest remains as before

Back to the present

They are a cute couple but they are also a motherfucking power couple

They both look like they've came out of a magazine

So it's not a surprise when they often get hit on by people new to the school

Geralt is plain harsh; ignores them and leave them standing waiting for an answer that will never come or spits a biting remark

"you're not even half as hot as my bf so don't even try it"

Jaskier just uses his powers to change their feelings for him (if they don't back down with geralt's death stare)

There is also this type of bet going around about their sex life, however they all agree it must be hella hot, cause they are hella hot

Yennefer is uncharacteristically quiet

Truth is they've only had sex once.

Geralt, again, didn't want to pressure jaskier and during the first 3 months they just kissed and occasionally touched over their clothes

After geralt starting going down on jaskier and, thank God, they started doing things without clothes on

But geralt still didn't let jaskier do anything specifically to him, no blowjobs no handjobs

Yennefer as their personal psychologist, and well, best friend, listened to both of them

Jaskier came whinning, complaining about his lack of sex life. He had a freaking god and he couldn't even touch him or blow him off. Don't get him wrong, geralt was really good with his tongue, but jaskier desperately needed some good dicking, and to suck the greek god he had as he's boyfriend

It had already been 5 years since that, he wouldn't suddently pass out

Geralt came with another story, and Yennefer is sure she's never seen him this stressed

He repeated and repeated that he was going to trigger something and everything would end up being worse and he couldn't do that to his precious jaskier. Then he assured that he was going to learn everything about being a bottom because if they did end up having sex maybe jaskier didn't want to be the one receiving, maybe all those years at the brothel made him hate that position and geralt was more than willing to learn everything to make jaskier confortable and what if -

Jaskier, again, gets fed up, sits geralt down an they have a long a deep conversation

AT LAST, COMMUNICATION

their fist time is really soft, geralt takes his time and every 5 seconds asks if jaskier is alright, it's not the rough sex jaskier had dream since the beginning but it's something

Something they could work on

And voila!

Hoped you like it and plis feel free to leave any other ideas in the comments

I actually have some more headcanons for this au, so if you want me to make another post about X-men!geraskier just let me now :)

#geraskier headcanon #witcher geralt #geralt of rivia #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #jaskier #jaskier au #geralt au #x-men au #Yennefer

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hydrospanners · 4 years

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DARK ROMANCE

an interview with @meonlyred‘s Lucwayn Tal Sivron for Port & Planet Magazine

(click images for full size; full text of interview under the cut) Thank you to @meonlyred for collaborating with me on this project. She is responsible for the character, and posing for the pictures, and the answers to all the interview questions. I had the time of my life making this with you.

You may know him as a Wrath, as a warrior, as the handsome shadow behind the Alliance Commander -- Sith Lord Lucwayn Tal Sivron is all of these things, but as I learned in the peculiar intimacy of a hangar bay photoset one early autumn afternoon on Odessen, he is not only these things.

The secretive Alliance base is a place where legends come alive, and Lord Lucwayn is no exception. Shrouded as he is in stories of battle and bloodshed and some of the most salacious gossip this side of the Perlemmian, it’s easy to be surprised by the raw, seductive humanity of the man who met me in that hangar bay with a lazy smile and a bottle of Zakuulan wine.

Already styled for his later photoshoot, Lord Lucwayn arrives to our interview harnessed in gold and draped in luxurious scarlet, a tantalizing garment perfectly designed to accentuate the hard planes and ripe swells of musculature across his exquisitely sculpted form. He is a vision of temptation, a forbidden fruit you can’t help wanting to taste, and the coy glint in his eye suggests he knows it.

He is a man who drips with confidence, whose every languid movement is full of promise--a promise that could be for pain just as easily as for pleasure. I am immediately captivated by him, as is everyone on the set that day..

For a Sith, Lord Lucwayn is patient with me as I remember how to form words so I can ask about the human being and his very human (or Twi’lek, as it were) connections beneath the glamor and the legend. The following interview has been edited and condensed for clarity.

PORT & PLANET: It’s been a busy couple of months here on Odessen. Do you and your wife have big plans for the Festival of Love or are you going to keep things lowkey this year?

SIVRON: Vette and I take every opportunity we can to have celebrations. The Festival of Love is a particular favorite of ours. Since we had to be apart for so long, there is a lot of celebrating to catch up on.

PORT & PLANET: How are the two of you planning to celebrate?

SIVRON: [Smiles devilishly] Music, wine, and fine food. Then a very long evening privately, maybe with an extra friend or two.

PORT & PLANET: So the rumors about you two having an open marriage are true?

SIVRON: It's funny how many people assume we're kidding. It's been part of our relationship since the beginning. Something we have communicated with each other extensively. I might have been with many but I have only ever loved one, my wife.

PORT & PLANET: Do the two of you have any… frequent guests?

SIVRON: Not as many as you might think. And not the ones you might think. Usually it's one time appearances.

PORT & PLANET: Anyone in particular you’re courting for The Festival of Love?

SIVRON: [Winks] That remains to be seen. Have to talk it over with Vette first.

PORT & PLANET: There are lots of rumors that you’ve had the Commander of the Alliance in your bed. Any truth to that?

SIVRON: The Commander is a lovely and bold woman. Anyone would be lucky to be invited to her bed. But I won't sully the reputation of a Jedi or that of our leader by answering that.

His words may be coy, but the smile that creeps across Lord Lucwayn’s face as he speaks of the Commander is so genuine I’m almost moved by it. It’s clear to see where the rumors of their sexual relationship come from--there’s a deep fondness there, an even deeper respect--but it seems he would be playing a different kind of coy if there was any truth to them. If the Commander is sleeping with someone on her staff, it probably isn’t Lord Lucwayn Tal Sivron.

PORT & PLANET: Then what about her rumored lover? People say you’ve had him in your bed too.

SIVRON: [Mutters into his wine glass] Not for lack of trying. [Aloud] Our spymaster seems to be too in love with his work to have time for extracurricular activities.

He gives the spymaster’s “work” such a particular emphasis, with such a twinkle in his eye, I can’t help wondering if this is yet another thing Lord Lucwayn is trying to say without saying. I can’t help wondering if he cultivates this air of secrecy for his own protection, for the Alliance’s protection, or merely because he knows how much more irresistible the air of mystery makes him. I find the reasons don’t matter; I’m drawn in by all the things he isn’t saying and desperate to hear him not say more.

PORT & PLANET: Any names of note you can drop that have been guests in your bed? Before or after your marriage. You’ve got quite a reputation.

SIVRON: If you know my reputation then you probably already know that answer. Some like to brag and some like to lie. Allow them to keep their boast.

PORT & PLANET: Alright, alright. Point taken. But I’ve been speaking with some of the former Imperials around the base and they tell me you were married once before Vette. Is that true?

SIVRON: Not entirely correct. I was engaged to be married. My family was very traditional even among the Sith and arranged a marriage between the Sivrons and the Novarrs for political and lineage purposes.

PORT & PLANET: But then you met Vette?

SIVRON: I met Vette on Korriban. She was instrumental in helping me complete my trials there. I don't think I would have succeeded without her.

PORT & PLANET: That’s a pretty powerful statement for a Sith. When did you first realize you loved her?

SIVRON: As with all good things it took time. It was a gradual realization that came from a thousand little things.

PORT & PLANET: When did you tell her you loved her?

SIVRON: Short answer: when the moment was right. With the position I'm in, I wanted to make sure it was something I was ready to say and she was ready to hear.

There is a weight to his voice as he tells me about the history of his romance with his wife that suggests yet more being left unsaid, both things that trouble him and things that delight him, but pressing Lord Lucwayn for details doesn’t make him any more forthright. And there’s probably a reason Vette declined to join us for this interview.

PORT & PLANET: Did you ever worry about your relationship being used against you?

SIVRON: Within the Empire there are many things that can be used against you. I didn't get in the position I’m in by being unable to circumvent or quell such obstacles. I also know that Vette is more than capable.

PORT & PLANET: Which one of you proposed? Did either of you have cold feet? What was your wedding like?

SIVRON: [Chuckles] I proposed but it was Vette who told me to do so. No cold feet, only swept ones. As for the wedding, Vette wanted a traditional Twi'lek wedding. It's a long ceremony that took most of the day, consisting of a ritual bathing, tea service, and a sermon given in Ryl. Truly I think the Twi'lek take the honor of having the most elaborate weddings.

If the sudden sincerity in his smile when he discussed the Commander was a surprise, then the way Lord Lucwayn seems to melt when he speaks about his wife is downright shocking. His words about Vette are tender, but cannot even begin to capture the softness in his eyes or the earnest affection in his smile. It’s an incongruous sight on a man who ripples with barely restrained power and drips with sexual energy, but it’s no less magnetic than anything else he does. I can’t look away.

PORT & PLANET: So what are your favorite things about Vette? What makes her the match of a Sith Lord?

SIVRON: [Grins] Vette is as adventurous as I am both in the bed and out. I can always count on her to get us into the most delightful trouble.

PORT & PLANET: And if we asked Vette, what would she say she loves most about you?

SIVRON: I think she would tell you that I have the best ass in the galaxy.

PORT & PLANET: The two of you spent five years apart while you were held prisoner by Zakuul. What was it like seeing each other again after so much time?

SIVRON: [Smiles fondly] I had tried to be romantic, launching into something about crossing the span of stars and time to be by her side again. But my love had other plans for me.

PORT & PLANET: So you like making grand gestures. What’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever done for Vette?

SIVRON: Vette has a passion for reclaiming Twi'lek artifacts. There have been many times I have helped her "persuade" art dealers to part with some of their ill-attained collections.

PORT & PLANET: What’s the most romantic thing she’s ever done for you?

SIVRON: I'd like to give a vague answer about everything she does being romantic to me. It isn't too far from the truth. It is a wonder that she has chosen me.

PORT & PLANET: It sounds like the two of you have a really great relationship. Any advice for the newlyweds out there?

SIVRON: Communication is always the key to any relationship. Talk and be honest with each other about every preference you have, from food to sex. They say the Force brings people together, but it takes work to stay together.

It isn’t until the interview is long concluded and the dazzle of watching him pose for the holocams has finally faded that I realize how little new information I actually got out of Lord Lucwayn Tal Sivron. He is a master of half-truths and distraction, wielding that charming smile and alluring gaze as expertly as he wields his lightsaber.

All his powers of misdirection and secrecy still are not enough to overcome his passion for his wife. I can’t know if he meant to let me see the depth of his love for her, but it was impossible not to see it as he spoke of Vette. It was so present, so apparent in his every look and gesture, I could swear I fell a little bit in love with her myself.

It’s reassuring to know that beneath the power that swirls around him like a storm, beneath the stories and the gossip and the duties of his position in the Alliance, Lord Lucwayn Tal Sivron is a man with a heart that beats for love, just like the rest of us.

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The Last Feast of Harlequin

A place behind the clownish mask / an enthusiastic urgency / sunny fields and farms / steeply roofed houses / a weird distortion of perspective / an album of old snapshots / a pointed hat jauntily askew / a billboard displaying a group of grinning vegetables / a neutral, bureaucratic voice / blue-green ink / a brilliant and profound circus of learning / a quotation from Poe’s “The Conqueror Worm” / a feeling of frigid numbness / dull, earth-colored scenery / the snowfalls of late autumn / black, ragged clumps of abandoned nests / the thin light of a winter afternoon / poles raveled with evergreen / holly wreaths / green lights / green streamers / peacock green floodlights / an eerie emerald haze / chthonic divinities / miniature candy canes / colored lights that bloom out of flower-shaped sockets / a chilling brilliance of manner and expression / sea-green lights / the face of an adept clown / a heart bathed in green / another coldness within the cold / warmly wrapped bodies and green-scarved necks / worried and guilt ridden glances / a wormy mass / the black void of winter / the brightness of an artificial spring / a great green rainbow / green gleaming streets / the dark immensity of a winter night / an effect of stricken horror and despair / an inhuman likeness more proper to something under the earth than above it / a festival within a festival / depressingly pallid clowns / the particular kind of hatred of resulting from some powerful and irrational memory / optimistic greenery in a period of gray dormancy / a kind of obnoxious intelligence / freezing atop an icy throne / commitment to a meaningful mania / bodiless invisibility / seeing without being seen / a sea of zigging and zagging celebrants / the darkness of narrow country roads / innocent normalcy / icy wind / trembling with cold / lanterns that beam with dazzling and frosty light / cadaverous clowns / the apex of darkness / a long snowy robe / moody malignancy / pure unlived lives / all the many shapes of death and dissolution / a dirge for existence / a sea of thin, bloodless faces / icy beauty / a moment of frozen trance / the death known to those whom the gods have first made mad / the welcoming glow of green / slow and silent and entrancing / a velvety white abyss / the paradise of the unborn

The Spectacles in the Drawer

A double-handled dagger with a single blade of polished stone / tall cabinets / ceiling-high shelves / tantalizing arcana / glistening fog / a tedious clarity / a cyclone of strange patterns and colors / spasms of sardonic hilarity / a pale-blue blade / stiff, crackling pages / a seeker of recondite knowledge / undying hope / a gutful of shame and regret / a small and silvery knife / a razor-sharp letter opener / a pair of old-fashioned wire-rimmed spectacles / everything that fascinates / the wish to look away / an infinite and overwhelming scene / the dazzling diffusion of all known universes / landscapes without end / landscapes that are themselves alive / a life unknown to mortal eyes / form and motion / design and dimension / cilia wriggling / mammoth shapes lurching in outline / an obscure oceanic niche / a mere fragment of all that there is to see and to know / labyrinthine astronomies / constant transformations of both appearance and essence / a witness to the most cryptic phenomena that exist or could ever exist / the ultimate thing waiting to be born / still greater visions / a cataclysm which will be both the beginning and the end / unbearable anticipation / ecstasy and dread / the ultimate source of all manifestation / the absolute and the wholly unknown / a revolution of all matter and energy / the visions remaining active inside you, deep in your blood / to be dazzled in the worst way / the total substance of things / an occultist auction / a disreputable quarter of a foreign city / a student of the Gnostics / artificial eyes / a malicious aim to undermine / a child’s awkward embrace / rusty scales / cockeyed bookcases / broken toys / standing ashtrays / desolate bazaars / the charm of disenchantment / a tilting mirror / a climate of dull horror / sinister whispers that make no sense yet seem filled with meaning / sensations of infinite expansiveness and ineffable meaning / astronomical emotions / a mutilated carcass / something of terrible rawness / a torn and flayed thing / microscopic precision / twitching and quivering like a gory heart / hellish giggling / a haunting, lifelong memory / unfathomable depths of feeling / to suffer over and over / a way to kill a dream / the sheltering shadows of one’s home / sobering shadows / a cold and stagnant peace / esoteric ecstasy / vulgar pain / a broad expanse of empty field / a mosaic of mirrors / a shocking galaxy / redundant reflections / dark stars on a silvery firmament / to see with countless eyes / a body ripped raw / a gallery of glass and gore

Flowers of the Abyss

The first rank scent of autumn / a glass of water / a thirsty walker of the woods / a pale flower amongst the dark summer trees / a ghostly flower of autumn / grayish planks / a pallid lily / a pulpy toadstool / a roof of rippling shingles shaped like scales from some great fish / sea-green and sparkling / attic gables with paned windows / the tip of a tear / hundreds of raindrops / light rain / an icy autumn storm / a fragrance damp and decayed / walking ahead of the clouds / the echo of hollow words / a long crooked arm / malodorous gardens of misshapen growths / an oval mirror in an ornate frame / cobwebbed corners / tilting books / something shapeless and nameless / something dampish and submerged / something swampy and abysmal / the pure cold of an autumn storm / a dusty green bottle / a sparkling glass / a world of frozen light / cool and limpid water / the hardness of a jewel / a small music box / stars of sound / twilight shadows and silence / infinitesimal flakes of light / barren decor of dead days / yellowish haze / silvery tones / a tenebrous expanse / unknown exploits / the madness of things / a vagabond of the universe / a drifter among spaces / a mess of hacked pieces / dark horizon meeting dark horizon / a universe of darkness / a convulsing tangle of shapes / the radiant entrails of hell / rain-softened soil / parted waters rushing to remerge / corrupt waters / sticky and pumping veins / slimy tendrils / aberrations of the abyss / a night-gowned figure / a crowd carrying lights / lamps and lanterns bobbing in darkness / clusters of flames / buried like a forgotten dream

Nethescurial

Delicate, crinkly script / greenish-black discoloration / dark waters / moonlit skies / earth mounds / mountain peaks / northern leaf and southern flower / each star and the voids between them / blood and bone / watchful winds / murky waters below / contorted rock formations / pointed pines and spruces of gigantic stature / sea-facing cliffs / stagnant fog / an omnipresent evil / a sleeping sense of doom awakened into full vigour / evil, beloved and menacing evil / sunshine and flowers / darkness and dead leaves / some shaping force of demonic temperament / wartlike hills / tumorous trees / oil lamps scattered about / a sacral glow / a degree of mutual ease / the verdigris of centuries / decomposing jade / pandemonism / cold gray waters / a mere mask for the foulest evil / an absolute evil whose reality is mitigated only by our blindness to it / the universe as a dream / the feverish nightmare of a demonic demiurge / an abstract monster of metaphysics / an altar of coarse stone / skinny shadows / to be actually bound in blackness / white-faced shadows / luminous smoke / glowing, ectoplasmic haze / something thick and oily and strangely colored / an ancient anonymity / spirits beyond all hope or consolation except in the evil to which they would abandon themselves / a ceremony of the chosen / an ancient, darkened mould / petrified lichen / wrought iron tracery / great overgrown gardens of writhing coral / a chaos of little carvings / a world of demonic faces and forms / oneiric visions / inkish waters / an infinitely extensive body of evil / the gods of the ordinary world / dream-induced illusions / visionary intrusions / a banquet of fear / what is squirming beneath every surface / penetrating the usual armor of objects / dark and greenish / garbled whisperings / an island of grass and trees in the middle of the city / globes of light balanced on slim metal poles / a glowing orb / set in the great blackness above / trees swishing overhead / muddied green / walking some indefinite time along some indefinite route / strings of colored lights / a tall, illuminated booth / clownish creatures / expressionless faces and dead puppet eyes / slow, monotonous phrases mingling like the sequences of a fugue / the faces of the living and the dead / wind-blown trees / the greenish darkness of the night / mold-colored smoke / a squirming, creeping, smearing shape / a great deformed crab / the black oceans of infinity / the island of the moon / the cancerous totality of all creatures / oozing ichor / dying in a nightmare

The Dreaming in Nortown

A solitary perdition / a mind to remember the stages of their downfall / a mirror to multiply their abject glory / a memoir of dreams / peculiar powers of sympathy / a decaying and spacious apartment / an ill-mapped world of dreams / a slightly infernal aroma / an acrid combination of tobacco and autumn nights / a small red glow / a long threadbare overcoat / many pungent Octobers / the remote heights or depths of an artificial paradise / the stumbling words of a returning explorer / a stuporous and awed voice / midnight assemblies / in the grip of strange mystical ecstasies / long red hair / esoteric development / a general tenor of chaos / a quality which may or may not make for good company but which always offers promise of the extraordinary / a contrived noisiness / a strange catalogue of sounds / low moans emanating from the most shadowy chasms of dream / sudden intakes of breath / the suction of a startled gasp / abrupt snarls and snorts of a bestial timbre / expressions of unknown turmoil / the calm darkness of the night / staccato groans / the entire audible spectrum of nightmare-inspired terror / mingling overtones of awe and ecstasy / a willing submission to some unknown ordeal / the deeper registers of somnolence / the smell of a freshly lit cigar / the dun colors of dawn / a flood of eidetic horrors / fleeting scenes of nightmare / a reverberating slam / a note scrawled upon a slip of paper / a disproportionate anxiety / the imagined threat of a reprimand / the frayed end of a disciplinary whip / colors twisting in blackness / a tentacled abyss / bone-colored stars / a dream-distorted voice / a spiral notebook with a cover of mock marble / mystical masochism / feats of occult daredevilry / glimpsing the inferno with eyes of ice / a doomed determinism / the striving for horrific dominion over horror itself / wobbling glitter / a field of venomous colors / the glistening inner skin of deadliest nightshade / the entrancing fragrance of fear / the city’s lurid glamor / cryptic badges whose significance is known only to the initiated / comic colors from an electric spectrum / a chilly autumn evening / engraved brass / dingy neon / a black autumn sky / scattering sparks across the sidewalk / flea-market antiquities / calling feline-voiced / colorful chaos / neon signs streaming across the night / clothed in flashing colors / a many-hued phantasmagoria / a flickering and disorderly rainbow of dreams / a multitude of indecisive thoughts and impulses / a brick and neon landscape / a frigid and fragrant October night / darkness and a voice / a coarse scream / a pulsing opalescent aura / a delirious blend of images derived from nightmare/ an ominous sunrise over a dark horizon / a field of fear / a painfully lush iridescence / a burnt-out patch of earth / newspapers mutilated by time / two fresh cigars / a thin book-like box / a scene from some Boschian hell / a hideous series of transfigurations / the screaming mass of a damned soul / an abyss of nightmares / explorations in a hell of one’s own choosing

The Mystics of Muelenburg

Trees made of poster board / houses built of colored foam / mud and dust and ashes / a nightmare of nonsense / fantasy, that misty domain of pure meaning / dim and empty storage space / an ancient armchair / reposing far beneath crumbling rafters / surveying remote worlds / a burst of fireworks / buzzing like flies in the blackness / glow worms flitting in the blinding sun / to keep the sun in the sky / to keep the dead in the earth / a universal vice / a parasite of chaos / a maggot of vice / the prospect of absolute terror / men in the mouths of demons / withholding heaven’s light / the pointed shadows of peaked roofs and jutting gables / faded artifacts of a dead town / high castle turrets / grayness undisturbed / ashen twilight / the yellow light of lamps / sumptuous chambers / humble rooms / the lost luxury of shadows / an infinite vault of glowing dust / a deception by demons / old deities formerly driven from the earth / shadows streaming horribly / the twitching light of a thousand candles / prismatic jewels / a greyish whirlpool / indefinite twilight / the blackness which is the domain of death / necromantic learning / drunken dialogues / unparalleled credulity / fluidity, always fluidity / an ornamented void / the stars and moon / the legions of the dead

In the Shadow of Another World

Walking down streets at twilight / watered lawns / the edges of leaves / pale specters within a fog / the infinite sky itself / gently stirring trees / old silent houses / strange cities disguised as clouds / the depths of a vast, echoing abyss / a blurry little window with a crack in it / a tree-lined street / a pale sky at dusk / peaks and porches / worn wooden steps / dreams and vapor posing as solid matter / a fabulous overlap of properties / petrified flesh / gigantic bones from great beasts of old / chimneys and shingles / a shadow on the horizon / a thing of nightmarish beauty / impossible hopes / a kind of ceremonious desolation / translucent festivals / the faraway sounds of mad carnivals / an instinct for mystification / dubious spectacles / trumped-up histrionics / immaculate to the point of being suspect / a plush and well-tended mausoleum / where the dead are truly at rest / oppressive awareness of other times / secret conspiracies with departed spirits / the unnatural mood of twilight / sinister echoes / dark, polished floors / lofty, uncobwebbed ceilings / a malign presence in the cellar / an insane shadow in the attic / thaumaturgic curios / a hermetic chant of the heavens / no hint of hauntedness / an innocent ambiance / a spiritual wasteland / spiritually antiseptic surroundings / a twisting and tenuous stairway / shattered panes of glass / misshapen glyphs / the shadowy nuances of clouds / a twisted kaleidoscope of colors / the aura of stained-glass cathedral / some obscure desecration / prismatic lenses / that of the dead or the demonic / an eclipse of this world’s vision / a quivering translucence / iridescent sterility / the aftermath of a strange exorcism / neither hallowed nor unholy / a pristine laboratory / a science of nightmares / a small, lamplit library / night’s darkness / a voice that’s accustomed to speaking of miracles / mystical freakshows / a grave sincerity / dissonant overtones of fear / the shadows of another world / forms of specter or demon / the eyes of the flesh / a luminous hell / psychic survival / hopelessly dreaming / terror recollected in tranquility / mazy trauma / the sensations of the soul / a monstrous mystery / a theoretician of nightmares / crude and cryptic designs / a remote and shadowy stage / an adept of pasteboard visions / mucilage and gauze / pulling the strings of light and shadow / shadows gathering / a strange radiance / phosphorescent panes / superlunary light / some cosmic tapestry / a haunted world / the marriage of insanity and metaphysics / a spectral ontogeny / a pageant of nightmares / sunlit bazaars in exotic cities / transparent masks / insectoid countenances / moonlit streets in antique towns / a strange-eyed slithering / dim galleries of empty museums / a ghostly mold / the sullen hues of old paintings / sticky luxuriance / pulpy warmth / an uncanny flux of sounds / cadaverous generations / sculptures of human coral / bodies heaped and unwhole / limbs projecting without order / eyes scattered and searching the darkness / a monument to Terror / a maze of interconnecting doors / spectral monstrosities / the cover of masks / the concealment of stones / feverish properties and intentions / a framed phantasmagoria / grotesque transfigurations / a systemless cosmogony / the caprice of the immaterial / weirdly lucent rooms / chaotic fantasies / narrow, spiraling stairs / the gazing eye of some god / a pyrotechnic craze of colors / a vibrating echo of vocal utterance / swirling sights / a vacuum and a void / doubtful strategies / unknown and extravagant possibilities / occult theories / arcane analyses / the irreducible certainty of nightmare / great shadows in the stars / an infinite catastrophe / protective sigils / the full glare of starlight / stars and shadows / privileged arcana / the enchantments of hell / cold sunlight / the visionary time of twilight

The Cocoons

A gloved hand twitching / a rather unapologetic tone / egg-shaped pills / a half-glass of water / a soft grinding noise / a quietly urgent voice / blotched vapors / a growl of exasperation / unpeopled avenues / a mass of shadows / a landscape without pattern or substance / the moon shining / a doubtful glance / a devastated plain / an open field heaped with debris / bits of glass and scraps of metal / lunar spaciousness / a skeletal structure with all markings of identity scraped off its bones / a densely tangled nest of houses / the dull light of the moon / a yellowish swatch of illumination / high wooden fences / a ruined turret grazed by moonlight / a minor mania / a cobwebbed corner / a blank battered wall / warped floor moldings / a watery light / the quivering light of candles / an old-fashioned film projector / the whirring of a projector / a visual record of a scientific experiment / dark wiry appendages / a pair of slender snapping pincers / tiny translucent wings / glistening but useless / malicious eyes / a dubious look / candles flickering like fire-flies / a cold swamp of shadows / a collection of bones / dazed silence / a clockwork world / sunrise schedules / lunar routines / a pandemonium of forces / a phantasmagoria of possibilities / the shadow of a laugh / a curious hedonism that can’t be controlled / the vagaries of omnipotence / breeder of indulgence / languorous exhaustion / a psychic matter / unheard of habits / languorous exhaustion / a clown’s oversized grin / bliss on the brink of apotheosis / a universal process of transfiguration / restless skittering / a pitiful delight / giddy pride / demoniac undercurrents / the grotesque ultimatums of creation

The Night School

A high, full moon shining among the spreading clouds / shadows singing with the clouds / a slowly flowing mass of mottled shapes / a kind of unclean outpouring / the black sewers of space / the wall of night / smoke, dense and dirty, rising up to the sky / the spastic flames of a small fire / a slender gentleman / a dark suit / broken bones / the process of degeneration / the mulchy rot of autumn or early spring / yellowish light / dark scabby bricks / ruined factories / ravaged mausoleums / abandoned orphanages / a blossom of the cemetery or the cesspool / guttering candles / blurred remnants of past lessons / cloacal forces / time as a flow of sewage / drowning in the pools of night / a thousand molting autumns / the melting soil of spring / a pair of yellowish eyes / undiluted darkness / a darkness far greater than the night itself / consolidated darkness / the science of a spectral pathology / a philosophy of absolute disease / the metaphysics of things sinking into a common disintegration or rising together / dark rottenness / filthy smoke from some smoldering source of expansive corruption / the scent of corruption / the nostalgic perfume of autumn decay / the feculent muskiness of a spring thaw / smoky blackness / the offal of worlds in decline / the dark compost of those about to be born / the primeval impurity In which all things are founded / native putridity / pieces of paper with strange symbols on them / the very face of a plague—pustulant, scabbed, and stinking terribly / a black fog / many voices crying and calling from total blackness / tightly packed earth in a grave / the disease of the night / bright flames / the noise of a fire and the wind / a full moon / shining bright and blurry / a luminous mold / the great sewers of night

The Glamour

A fine aura of fantasy / both blurred and brightened / a starless evening / diamonds of plate glass / old buildings of dark brick / the display window of a toy store / a chaotic tableau of preposterous excitation / mechanized monkeys / fated antics / tiny cymbals / the destined pirouettes of a music-box ballerina / a newly sprung jack-in-the-box / strangely picturesque / dreamily illuminated / sculptured frosting / a winter landscape of swirling, drifting whiteness / snowy rosettes / layers of icy glitter / a glacial kingdom / a brilliant arctic scene / a vitality of enterprise / a glossy light / the placidly enigmatic expressions of a different time / faded lighting / an old photograph / the kind of acute anticipation that a child might experience at a carnival / a possessing impulse without object / wretchedly aglow / a long, narrow corridor with a single light set far into its depths / a strange shade of purple, like that of a freshly exposed heart / a purple lamp / arterial light / a deep pink / a richly blooded brain / a beating heart / wispy shrouds / sparse hairs sticking to the scalp of an old corpse / purple-tinted glass / the darkness of a theater / a swarm of filaments / an elaborate chandelier / a sickly, liverish shade / an operating room where a torso lies open on the table / a palette of pinks and reds and purples / diseased viscera imitating all of the shades of sunset / headstones in a graveyard / endless filthy alleys / long desolate corridors in an old asylum / the dripping passages of a sewer / a dust-blinded window / a dark unvisited cellar / a mirror gone rheumy with age / facets of murky crystal / cobwebs / long pale threads / hazy purple light / the slow curling of thin smoke / a great rectangular web / the ever-mutating images of clouds / a surge of dark elation / a sudden chill announcing bad weather / a vibrant presence / an expression of avid malignance / inner webbings / swirling fibers / wild shocks of twisting hair / a portrait of atrocity / lust for sites and ceremonies of mayhem / writhing cobwebs / reaching tendrils / graveyards and alleyways / a joyous hysteria / a pale purple / sinister and seamy regions / spectral ambiance / all pervasive purple coloration / the labyrinth of a living anatomy / palest pink / a purple light / putrid chambers and cloisters / an infernal land / fleshy, gelatinous integuments / translucent tissue / the theater of a mad surgery / hair-thin sutures / unseen hands designing unnatural shapes and systems / weaving a nest in which possession would take place / the weaver and web-maker / an old puppet-master / setting a helpless creature with new strings / through eyes unknown / purple shadows / a type of degraded rapture / a seizure of debauched panic / webs of hair / great evil / an appeal for deliverance / eyes that would see what should not be seen / stray threads pulled from a sleeve or pocket / a paralytic silence / eyes gazing fierce and malignant / a purple glow / two shafts of the purest purple light / an old woman with glowing eyes

Father Sevich’s Visit

A manner at first vaguely troublesome and afterward rather attractive / the arrival of a priest / the very echoes of the air / mellow afternoon sunlight / dark wooden floors / pale contortions of ancient wall paper / invisible games / abstract dread and a bizarre sort of indebtedness / a thick maze of propositions / a well-made bed / a relentless failure / cloistral tunnels / vaulted penetralia / a single column-clutching hand / the necessary features of fear / a maddening task / a series of completely irrelevant expressions / misty-eyed wonder / cretinous bafflement / smiling in an almost amiable way at one one’s impending doom / the trap of expectation / a sleepy whisper / the sound of soft conversation / the world of good manners and polite talk / a look of incompleteness / some unfinished effigy in a toy maker’s workshop / something vital to expression / the purple-robed mysteries of priesthood / animated eyes / withered things reeking of medicine and prayer / a painfully delicate subject / varnished wood / salvation through suffering / sacred horrors / the divine destiny toward which the paths of anguish have always led / volumes of blessed agony / an attitude of prayerful pleading / torturing demons / a single squatted devil / bristling lashes that sprout like weeds / an explosion of miniature grotesquerie / a brief and calculated absence / a modest fund of moral energy / a macabre icon / profane lessons / a countenance of true terror / a ridiculously empty slate / an off-stage atrocity / a cycle of mute, incredible lore / anthropomorphic mist / an eerie lividity / unconscious hours of darkness / a chronicle of truly unspeakable things / the light of every constellation in the visible universe / the oppressive mysteries of the autumn season / thick orange crayons / black cats / black paper / a hopeless urge for innovation / a tiny white collar / dripping with fever / hat and cloak and walking stick / narrow, nocturnal streets / a fairy-tale vision / serpentine lanes / the distorted glow of street lamps / the thinnest blade of moon / a narrow niche / an unpaved lane / a small courtyard surrounded by high walls / the stars above / jaundiced lamplight / a stairway of cut stone / the earth and absolute blackness / tiny lights glimmering like stars / clouds of shadows / some golden metal / a caricature of serenity / a hand as white as the whitest glove / chaotic rays / underworld starlight / a certain expression of rarefied scorn or disgust / indignant shadows / black, ankle-high shoes / the natural nightlight of the moon / an infernal aura or an angelic halo / a planet revolving its unspeakable tonnage in the blackness of space / a small bottle of holy water / secret denial and privilege / a smile of deep contentment

Miss Plarr

Misty, drizzling days / sharp, urgent rappings at the front door / a world of darkening mist / mist-covered locks / listening with intense expectancy / the world’s chaos of faces / a seething luxuriance / dark battlements of clouds / a mute and sullen twilight / a stone-gray sky / those days all shackled in gloom / a fugue of noise / the livid radiance of moonlight / the wild shape of some night-blossom / some strange and cruel kingdom / an intimate dungeon cell reserved for the most exclusive captivity / constant, noisy marauding / sedentary or stealthy rituals / an abyss of unspoken reproaches and suspicions / some ancient seagoing vessel / an old oil lamp / a series of quite fascinating lectures / a kind of brutality and an air of exile / deliriums of earth and sky / fog-bound islands in polar seas / shadowed realms littered with dead cities / peaks lacerated by unceasing winds / a bluish slime / the proper way to behave / the great mists of spring / murky sheets of ice / a world of shadows bound in place / the sound of something that stings the air / the hissing of rainy afternoons / immense blades sweeping over vast spaces / expansive wings cutting through cold winds / long whips lashing in darkness / intangible sympathies / a dark mesh of nightmares / a foul nest in which one’s own suspicions are swarming / links to a strictly mundane order / a briskness that seems to be an effort / a heavy spring dampness / lost to the world of wholesome practicalities / a hypnotic and fateful determination / a child’s weakness for prospects of misadventure / a fog-smothered landscape / a pale, floating web / an immense and awful kingdom / a patternless conglomerate of crystals / a misty graveyard / angular and many-faced monuments / the mountainous and murky thunderheads of a rainy season / the very essence of a storm / a matter of suspicion and conjecture / atrocious potential / fogs and mists and gray heaping skies / a conspicuous stridency / a dour mystique / a gray mist / skies of hissing rain

The Shadow At the Bottom of the World

Some feverish intent / sheaves of cornstalks standing brownish and brittle in a newly harvested field / a sky of empty light / fiery leafage / something dark, something abysmal / small shadowy voices / sweet wine turning to vinegar / a hysteric brilliance / displays of thorn apple, sumac, and towering sunflowers / crooked roadside fences / a moonlit field / a bright round moon / nocturnal solitude / patched-up overalls / worn flannel / the withered leaves of cornstalks / moonlight spread across a dead field / a great idol in shabby disguise / a sacred avatar out of season / fidgeting bemusement / a leaden vault of clouds / pure sunlight / misty dreams of the past night / a vine-twisted stone wall / dormant vines / a strange network of dead veins / calculated grayness / radiant leaves / legions of local cicadas / a dark fungus / of the blackest earth / a rich loam / a bog of shadows / an abyss in the outline of a man / the feel of wind and water / a few shifting flames / flames of only the slightest warmth / black flames / the molten texture of spoiled fruit / a shriveled scarecrow / an armory of axes, shovels, and other implements / an eccentricity of the harvest / a viscous mire / innumerable insects laughing / sprouting blackness / a perverse reluctance / the great shadow of a moonless night / the dark rustling depths of the season / the glass globes of streetlamps / the dense leaves of elms and oaks and maples / blazing auras / the frigid aurora of dawn / frost-powdered earth / shadows and corn shocks / countless insects chattering unseen / the feverish life of the earth / the wrinkled grimace of decay / corrupted by vile impulses / a mound of soft dirt / the darkish grooves of ancient bark / the mottled complexion of old flesh / a multitude of crooked smiles / a freakish mask painted with russet, rashy colors / a virulent intensity / an autumn night when fields lay ragged in moonlight / moist and fertile shadows / a hollow-eyed howling malignity / the cold emptiness of space / the pale gaze of the moon / the depths of an extraordinary harvest / insecure hints and delvings / the luxuriant shadow of trees / the mocking plumage of a strange season / an array of whims and suspicions / scraps of lush color / gold and crimson hieroglyphs / deathless leaves / an ill-formed village / a hideous impersonation of a face / leprous masks / knotty shadows / a subterranean craze of roots and tendrils / an underworld riot of branching convolutions / gnarled ornamentations / autumnal decay / knives and axes and curving scythes / countless colored leaves / pronouncements of dire or delightful curiosity / a dull trance / a wild luminousness / a diamond-bright fever burning within / perennial strangeness / tenacious foliage / softly glowing against a black sky / an untimely nocturnal rainbow / a harvest of hues / peach gold / pumpkin orange / honey yellow / winy amber / apple red / plum violet / the pyrotechnics of a new autumn / a thousand glittering dreams / a rigid scarecrow / a patchwork of shadows / a quivering glow / a premature craving / an expertly whetted blade / a betrayal or deception on the part of creation itself / something buried deep within appearances / something that wears a mask to hide itself / holding a spatula like a weapon / moldering shadows / a dreamless sleep / a sudden rage of mortification / the remains of a dismantled scarecrow / an ashen autumn morning / the feeling of blood / a bottomless grave

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Steven Universe: Marooned Together - Chapter Forty-Nine

(thanks as always to @real-fakedoors for proof-reading!)

It was an uncomfortable journey home.

Lars and Sadie spent much of it in the captain’s cabin, but found it hard to find the right words to say. Where did they start? They were a barely-human cyborg and an immortal pirate with one arm, and it had been years since they’d last seen each other. Ultimately, all they could think of were quiet, mindless platitudes - ‘How’s being a space pirate treating you?’ ‘Pretty well, pretty well.’

Whenever they emerged, Lars could see Jasper leaning against the wall, gazing warily at Sadie’s mechanical augmentations. The captain could understand that - how could they really know that some kind of Homeworld kill-switch wouldn’t suddenly activate? Or that a far-off Agate might not take remote control? Still, he couldn’t help but feel perturbed; she wasn’t a monster, after all.

The Home Guard didn’t seem convinced of that. Almost all of them were on the docks when the Sun Incinerator landed on New Earth, their weapons trained warily at the newcomer. Jeff’s reassurances - “It’s just a security measure!” - felt empty. He felt more like he’d taken Sadie to a prison than a refuge.

It was only when they’d reached Lenny’s apartment that the tension seemed to even slightly deflate - replaced by a deep annoyance.

“Some welcoming committee, Fryman.”

He turned to Peedee, who was standing with his husband by the door.

“This is standard procedure, Barriga,” replied Peedee testily. “We have to keep New Earth safe. If someone overrides your girlfriend we can’t-”

“Peedee, Lars, calm down,” said Jeff. “We can argue later. Right now we-”

The door to the other room creaked open, and Lenny emerged. She offered a nervous smile.

“She-she’s asleep,” she explained. “I-I had to p-put her… to put her under for s-s-safety reasons, but there’s no-noth-nothing i-in her or anything. She… she’s free.”

Lars ran a hand over his head and exhaled.

“Thank god,” he exclaimed. “Lenny, you mind if I stay overnight? I want to be sure she’s…”

“Y-yes, that’s fine, y-y-you c-can sleep on the… the couch.”

“Thanks.”

He turned to Jeff and Peedee.

“And you two,” he continued, “you’re gonna tell them she’s safe, right?”

Jeff put a hand on Lars’ shoulder.

“Of course we will,” he replied. “It’s all good, Captain. She’s home now.”

---

Stevonnie paced in front of the couch in Jeff’s penthouse - they felt thankful that the Frymans had let them borrow it for the evening. Having to deliver this message in the Diamond’s Lament, or even on the Island, would have felt too open, e too exposed.

As it was, they found it hard to look into the eyes of the other Crystal Gems. Crystal Gems - did those words still have any meaning?

“...so, what’s the word, ‘Von?” Amethyst was leaning on the armrest, her hand on her cheek. “You found another old friend?”

“I have a lead,” replied Stevonnie. “Well, I have a sort of lead. I… White Diamond talked to me on the last mission. She, uh, I think she uses her Pearl as a puppet.”

Bismuth shook her head.

“Like, she talks through her?”

“Yeah, she doesn’t seem to have any free will,” nodded Stevonnie. “It’s… really freaky.”

Bismuth grimaced. “That’s just sick.”

“I had heard rumours about that,” said Peridot. “That when a gem in White’s court does wrong, she… overwrites them.”

“Does she ever… unoverwrite them?” asked Stevonnie nervously.

Peridot shrugged.

“Tell me what she told you,” said Garnet evenly.

“I…”

They turned to Lapis - the blue gem gave her a reassuring smile.

“I think Pearl’s still out there, somewhere.”

Amethyst perked up, her eyes widening, as Peridot and Bismuth both straightened up in their seats. Even Garnet seemed to express surprise, her jaw dropping ever so slightly.

“I… Pearl’s alive?” exclaimed Amethyst.

Bismuth grinned.

“Can’t keep a good renegade down, huh?” She pounded her palm with her fist. “So, where is she?”

“I don’t know,” replied Stevonnie. “There… there’s something you guys need to know.”

They swallowed hard, closing their eyes; they felt tears pricking behind their eyelids, and their hands began to shake.

“Stevonnie…” Garnet’s tone sounded slightly worried, yet at the same time soothing. Keep talking, she seemed to imply. Whatever you say, I’m here for you.

They breathed in through their nose and began.

“White Diamond created her,” they continued. “She… she used to be Blue’s pearl… and Yellow’s pearl.”

“But they already have Pearls,” said Bismuth flatly.

“That’s the point,” said Stevonnie. “She was created to… to test them. By… by tempting them to rebel.”

The silence that followed was long and terrible - you could have heard a pin drop. Stevonnie’s eyes flashed from Amethyst (incomprehension, confusion), to Peridot (slow, horrified realisation), to Bismuth (and it seemed like a furnace had been lit in her eyes) and finally to Garnet (themself, reflected in that visor, as if it was a mirror of judgement.)

“She… she did what?” asked Amethyst.

“Oh my stars,” whispered Peridot.

“She… she knew the motto,” Stevonnie continued. “A-and she was qu-quoting Pearl directly, and… she said the only difference between Pin-mom and the other Diamonds was that… was that she f-failed the test, and…”

They heard the sound of boots on the floor, echoing in the suite. They turned to Amethyst, standing up, fists clenched.

“You… are you saying…” She seemed to be unable to come up with the words. “Are you saying she… Pearl led Rose on? That it was… that it was all some kind of sick test?!”

“I…”

Stevonnie glanced down at their feet.

“White said that’s what she was made for,” they said, “But… you need to think…”

“Did she know she was doing it?” demanded Amethyst. “Was it all just some big lie when she said she cared about us? That stuff about admiring us, about us being able to do whatever we wanted, Opal, Sardonyx, Alexandrite, was any of it ever real, Stevonnie?”

“Amethyst!” Bismuth rose to her feet, voice raised. “Lay off them!”

“No, I want an answer!” shouted Amethyst. “Was. It. Real?”

Stevonnie shrank back.

“I… I think… I think she…”

Their voice cracked.

“I don’t know,” they admitted, “but I believe…”

Amethyst shook her head.

“You know what?” she said. “Fuck her. Fuck her. I never want to see her again.”

“Amethyst, you know she’d never-” Bismuth began.

“No I don’t! And neither do you!” exclaimed Amethyst. “She was just, like, a liar or a robot sent by White Diamond or something else to fucking manipulate us, and I…”

She clutched her hair and screamed.

“Amethyst!” shouted Bismuth. “Knock it off. She is one of our own, and I’m not gonna…”

“She isn’t one of us and she NEVER FUCKING WAS!”

As the echoes of Amethyst’s last scream faded away, she became aware of a peculiar sound.

Stevonnie was on the ground, face buried in Lapis’ arms, their sobs softly filling the air.

“I’m sorry,” they were muttering, “I never should’ve said it, I’ve ruined everything, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

Amethyst’s jaw dropped, and she seemed to struggle for words.

“I… I…”

Lapis looked up at her, her expression so cold it burned.

“Get out,” she snapped.

“Look, I didn’t mean to make them…”

“Get. Out.”

Amethyst glanced from Stevonnie to the door and back several times, like a startled cat. Then, her expression hardening, she marched outside, slamming the door hard behind her. Peridot gazed after her - she quickly got up, sprinting after her girlfriend. What followed was dead silence, save for quiet, fading crying.

At last, Garnet spoke up.

“We’re going to find Pearl,” she said.

“Please,” wheezed Stevonnie. “Don’t… don’t hurt her, she didn’t… she didn’t mean to…”

“Garnet, we are not punishing her for…” said Bismuth.

Garnet knelt down, pulling both Stevonnie and Lapis into a hug. Bismuth trailed off.

“We’re not going to punish her,” she assured them. “We’re going to get the Crystal Gems back together.”

Bismuth grinned, pulling all three into a big hug with her powerful arms.

“And then I’m gonna find White Diamond, and I’m gonna beat the crap out of her!” added Bismuth. “Because you know what we mean, Lapis?”

Lapis blushed.

“Do… do I have to say it?”

“Yep. Otherwise I’m just gonna have to hug you until you do.”

Lapis sighed.

“We mean Bismuth.”

Stevonnie burst into giggles, and Lapis couldn’t help but smile.

---

It was dark in Lenny’s apartment, and Lars slept soundly on the couch. The only sound was the quiet background noise of the radio - Radio New Earth, the best and only music station in town. It was just about enough to mask the sound of quiet footsteps.

“...well, it’s that sort of time of night, so I thought it’d be a good time to play a classic. Here it is, enjoy.”

Sadie grimaced slightly as she heard the opening bars of the song - of course they’d play that one, wouldn’t they? She shook her head, clutching the small note in mechanical, disembodied fingers. She lay it down on the coffee table.

I can’t help it if I make a scene, Stepping out of my hot pink limousine,

Gently, she leaned down, planting a kiss on Lars’ bubblegum-pink forehead. The pirate smiled, just for a moment, and snuggled up on the lounge. Sadie gave him a small smile and headed for the door.

Outside, she met Lenny.

“Y-you d-don’t have to…”

“I do,” replied Sadie quietly. “This place is for humans and gems, and… and I’m neither.”

Lenny bit her lip and nodded.

Out they went into the streets of New Earth - it was late, and the only signs of life were those scurrying off to night shifts, or a few destitute souls stumbling home from the Diamond’s Lament. It was only a short walk to the docks, but to Sadie it seemed to take an age. She could feel the stares of every passerby, drilling into her soul.

I’m turning heads and I’m stopping traffic, When I pose they scream, and when I joke they—

She tried to shake Lars from her mind.

Eventually she was there, next to the only ship accepting crew - a small scavenging ship bound for the furthest edges of the galaxy.

She walked to the loading ramp, gazing up at the captain - a grizzled old woman with a scarred face. For a moment, she glanced back, towards Lenny, towards the road back to Lars.

She shook her head and boarded.

By the time Lars awoke, she was lightyears away.

---

“I loved her once.”

I hypnotize by the way I’m walking, I’ve got ‘em dazzled like a stage magician,

Amethyst leaned over a glass in the empty Diamond’s Lament, sitting across from Peridot in the dark, almost forlorn looking establishment. The green gem held her hand, watching in concern as her girlfriend threw back another of the strongest stuff the bar had.

When I point they look, And when I talk they listen, well—

“Nah, more than that,” she continued. “I admired her. She played me like a fucking fiddle, Peri.”

“Are you going to go back?” asked Peridot.

Everybody needs a friend, And I’ve got you, and you, and—

Amethyst sighed.

“To Stevonnie and Garnet and all them?” she replied, her voice slurring. “I… I don’t know. I’ve been… been calling myself a Crystal Gem for so long, but that… bitch came up with the name, and…”

She closed her eyes.

Can you blame me? I’m too famous.

“It doesn’t even fuckin’ mean anything.”

She slumped onto the table, head buried in her arms, as she quietly and miserably sang along to the tinny sound of the radio.

Haven’t you noticed I’m a star I’m coming into view as the world is turning Haven’t you noticed I made it this far Now everyone can see me burning…

Trillions and trillions of miles away, a solitary, lithe figure gazed up at alien stars, and softly sung to herself as she lay on the desert sands.

Now everyone can see me burning Now everyone can see me burning…

#steven universe #marooned together #stevonnie #lapis lazuli #amethyst #peridot #garnet #bismuth #lars barriga #sadie miller #jeff #peedee fryman #lapvonnie #jeffdee #amedot #larsadie

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Kylux Titleception 2019 Masterlist of Works

Fics (SFW):

Result of Suffering by Kylo_Rens_Slashed_Face (Tauntaun_Logistics)

Rating: M

Fools in Your Garden by thewightknight

Rating: G

Hux's garden was his prize and joy. The pokestop in it was the bane of his existence.

The Beast Behind You by thewightknight

Rating: G

Kylo's Valentine's day present to Hux is fluffy, adorable, and has sticky paws.

Summer Sadness by thewightknight

Rating: G

Ben should be excited. It was the last day of school, and all of summer stretched out before them. But at the end of it, Hux would be leaving

And the worms ate into his brain! by RainbowGirl410

Rating: Not Rated

Ben likes to tell stories, and Armitage listens, even though he doesn't care for them half the time.

Whiskey Fever by StrokeofStupidity

Rating: G

Hux is in his office when he hears the heartbreaking cry of his son. Meanwhile Kylo is sick with the flu. Will this family be able to find some peace?

Don't worry, this is fluff. The answer is yes.

Staring at the Sun by rudbeckia

Rating: T

It’s 1952. WW2 is over but not forgotten, rationing has not yet ended, and the world is still not at peace.

Kylo Ren, failed pilot, failed member of a religious order and son of a politician, has left the USA to avoid potentially embarrassing his mother with career-ending scandal. He aims to live quietly as the owner of a bookstore in a coastal village in Britain.

Armitage Hux, the last Lord Arkanis, is a man who has responded to accusations surrounding his fascist father’s death by retreating to the last habitable room in the once-great Arkanis Manor, its library, and is well on the way to becoming a recluse.

Over a shared love of literature and sunrise over the sea, despite misunderstandings and secrecy, they meet and tentatively find common ground.

Catacomb Visitors by dreamyafterdark

Rating: T

Kylo brings a badly injured Hux to Korriban to seek help in healing him...

Slayer of Light by FruHallbera

Rating: T

Kylo returns from his mission injured and in need of care and comfort.

fucking hell this dude's a beast by technorat

Rating: T

Hux hates his obnoxious neighbor, the one that breaks things, is noisy at unreasonable hours, and dares to look as good as he does.

Far Beyond the Ice and Snow by Kittens

Rating: T

Kylo Ren, a falcon shapeshifter, has lived alone in the far north for years, the remote location of his territory hindering any ability to have friends. Kylo doesn't care. Or at least, he doesn't until he has a chance meeting with another falcon shapeshifter who definitely doesn't belong out on the tundra.

Defender of a Cat by rudbeckia

Rating: T

How Kylo became Millicent’s saviour.

Stranger of My Imagination by shinysylver

Rating: M

“The New Republic High Court has outlawed capital punishment. You have been deemed guilty of the crime of genocide. There is no rehabilitation for you. By their order you have been sentenced to sleep for the rest of your natural life.”

Deemed too dangerous for prison, Kylo and Hux are stripped of their memories and sentenced to live out the rest of their lives in a specially constructed dream world. But can any prison truly hold them?

Skies burning with Thunder by DeviantDarkBelle

Rating: M

Kylo takes Hux on a much needed and deserved holiday off ship.

Hux may be afraid of a thing or two - Kylo protects him.

Very soft murder husbands, though they're not married - at least not yet.

Fools in Your Garden by itsallaboutflowermetaphors

Rating: G

Ben and Armitage are sitting on the porch of Ben’s tree house, their feet dangling off the edge, as far away from all the people as possible. Leia doesn’t allow Ben to disappear into the house during family garden parties. It’s not proper.

Summertime Sadness by stardustmillenium

Rating: T

Summertime. Sunshine, friendship, laughter, and good times. That's what expect, right? Wrong.

This summer is not what Ren expected. Heartbreak and loss have taken over.

Art (SFW):

Some Kylux Titleception Work by Movielover52

Beasts in the Castle, Don’t Ever Wanna Grow Up, and Off to the Hunt by katherine1753

So Long and Goodnight moodboard by nerdherderette

Up All Night moodboard by mysticmilkshakesublime

Stranger of my Imagination moodboard by huxandthehound (fic by shinysylver)

The Season is Calling moodboard by nerdherderette

Far Beyond the Ice and Snow by threewinterssnow

NSFW work under the cut.

Fics (NSFW)

Titty Titty Bang Bang (Bang Bang Bang!) by Kylo_Rens_Slashed_Face (Tauntaun_Logistics)

Rating: E

Kylo bangs Hux during their attack on Crait. A whole new context for "More! More! More!"

A Bootblack Mummy Wants Oral by Kylo_Rens_Slashed_Face (Tauntaun_Logistics)

Rating: E

Hux likes leather, really likes leather. He gets a bit - overzealous - while polishing Kylo's boots, so Kylo is forced to punish him in the "worst" way possible: by binding him up mummy-style and giving him head.

A Midsummer’s Night Cream by thewightknight

Rating: E

Kylo's text was unexpected but not unwelcome. Hux just hadn't gotten the memo that their relationship was progressing in such a fashion. Except wait ....

Forced Perspective by Gamebird

Rating: E

Kylo Ren and Hux are stranded on a jungle world after negotiations go bad. Kylo is badly wounded, his life resting in Hux's treacherous hands. His take on the reasons for his survival are very different from Hux's.

Cops and Robbers by BoStarsky

Rating: M

Ben likes his job, is proud of it, proud of carrying an FBI badge in his pocket and the cases he’s had a hand in solving. He’s good at his job. Or, he was until a string of robberies spanning the US landed in his lap, everything from elaborate jewelry heists to residential burglaries all tied back to one person. One person so elusive and infuriatingly untraceable that Ben might just be stuck on this case until one of them dies.

Kicking Eternity by cowboykylux

Rating: E

It was hot, Armitage Hux thought with a sigh as she sat in the front pew of her father’s church. Shifting in her seat, her leather boots scraped against the red dust of the earth that had been tracked in from the road just outside the church. It made a sound like sand in the bottom of a gold pan.

Armitage hated the sound. She did it again.

Footprints Among the Graves by LostSpaceCadetLeon

Rating: Not Rated

Hux is a serial killer who has taken Kylo under his wing. At one point Kyle had been one of Huxs targets but Hux decided to keep him after one fun night in a Graveyard that has now been dubbed their 'fun spot' to go. Much to Kylos surprise Hux gives up his reign of power just a bit to really enjoy his lover.

Take the Day by FruHallbera

Rating: E

As first meetings go, this is not the most romantic or the cutest of the bunch but it certainly is memorable.

Sprinkled or Glazed by LostSpaceCadetLeon

Rating: M

Astromorphology by DeviantDarkBelle

Rating: E

Armitage Hux and Ben Solo are paired together for a very important project in University.

Old money vs. new money, rich boys who run different circles.

Awakening in my Nightmares by Heresetrash

Rating: E

Hux and Kylo swap bodies and are forced to commit to a temporary truce in order to figure out a solution. What starts out as a nightmare might turn out a lot more pleasant in the end.

by the sea, by the sea by GremlinGirl

Rating: E

Hux's ship sinks, leaving him in the open water. When he does wash up on an island in the middle of nowhere, he finds the residents odd. Ben especially, he finds, acts peculiar and speaks of things that are impossible. However, he is caught in his sway, and Hux has to play along to escape the island and get back to his ordinary life.

The Season is Calling by PalenDrome (nerdherderette)

Rating: E

When Armitage Hux woke up this morning, he never imagined that his eighteenth birthday would be spent like this: running through the woods with his clothes torn, slick between his legs, gun long-forgotten.

Ruination with Wings by imperialhuxness

Rating: E

Hux didn't intend to survive the capture of the Finalizer. His newly dethroned ex has other plans. ... “So you brought me along to face capture, trial, and eventual execution rather than letting me die honorably of my wounds,” Hux finishes for him. He affects frigidity, but his breath hitches anyway. Hux is the Order--he shouldn’t have outlived it. It would be like cutting a man in half and expecting him to grow a new head and shoulders.

Billionaire Pterodactyl Wants Oral by darktensh17

Rating: E

If anyone had told Armitage Hux that he would be on his knees before a billionaire slowly undoing his pants to give the man, a Mr. Kylo Ren, the best blowjob of his life (Hux wasn’t modest about his skills), for a large sum of cash. . . well Hux would have been very proud of himself honestly.

Now, if anyone had told him that billionaire also happed to be a large green pterodactyl, then he may have given some pause

The devil and the deep blue sea by DeviantDarkBelle

Rating: E

When millionaire Ben Organa-Solo marries, he inherits a large plot of land that belonged to his grandfather, Anakin Skywalker. Family and friends are overjoyed but others may not be impressed with his choice, Rey.

There is something about the house, something about the land, something about the riverfront property.

a beautiful behind by DeviantDarkBelle

Rating: E

Kylo comes back from a mission planet side and finds Hux in the shower.

Kylo can't resist Hux's ass...

Dragons and Kittens by dreamyafterdark

Rating: M

Hux is driven to another routine assignment by Ren. But events take a turn for the very strange and eye-opening...

stargazer by TheSpaceCoyote

Rating: E

Now that Armitage Hux is ruling as emperor over the entire galaxy, he has time to breathe, sit back, and look at the stars.

Not Now, Boner by dreamyafterdark

Rating: E

Alternative Throne Room scene. Kylo comes to, but finds certain problems standing in his way when he tries to confront Hux.

So Long And Goodnight by AshGunnywolf

Rating: E

When Hux agreed to play for the Killing Tour, he knew he would be sharing a tour bus with another band called the Knights of Ren. He had no idea that the lead singer, Kylo Ren, is one of the most aggravating people he'd ever meet. He also had no idea that he shares a very unusual sort of experience with Kylo or that he has more in common with Kylo than he'd like to admit.

Up All Night by MyNickname_is_mysticmilkshake

Rating: E

Hux agrees to share an apartment with two friends Kylo and Poe. He regrets it, then he suffers. His roommates are sloppy, noisy and one of them doesn’t wear a shirt and has a body of a Greek god. Everything becomes much worse when three college kids arrive at their apartment. More noise, snide comments, and all Hux wants is a quiet place to rest. And he will get it. A small cabin near a lake. Far from the noisy city and all his problems, except one — the cabin belongs to his hot roommate, and he is going there with him. It’s Hux’s personal hell.

So Long and Good Night by PalenDrome (nerdherderette)

Rating: E

AKA: The five times Hux said "no" and the one time he didn't.

Northern Fall by TechieHux

Rating: M

Ben has everything under control. Both of his secrets are safe, his grades are passable, and his mom isn't terrified of him anymore. It's a good life, but nothing quiets the ache in his bones.

Something is wrong. Something is missing.

And the key may just be his new neighbor.

#kylux #titleception 2019 #fic #art

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My first Final Space fanfic. Something about HUE’s mind and his capacities as an AI. Wrote this while listening to the Interestellar soundtrack. Hope you like it!

Words: 1105 In AO3 CW: mentions of suicide and suicide attempting.

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The pinnacle of artificial intelligence. That’s what they said.

“There is not, nor was nor will be something like him!”.

They always called it him. It was irrelevant, but he went on with it.

“He will lead us to a new level of consciousness, a new level of mind!”.

But then, they found it. The other robots had it and there was no problem, they made them with it. But not him. He couldn’t. He shouldn’t.

“It’s a flaw! It’s a mess! He was supposed to be beyond that! How can there be a gate?” he heard.

value=(0)

“Forget it! Send him to a place nobody ever knows about him”.

He received new directives. Protect life. Protect the life of those under your watch. Protect those who society doesn’t want around.

Embed to a jail ship, many men and women were put under his protection. Space was a lonely and vast place. A human being living in such conditions was prone to develop psychological effects that could lead to violent episodes. He was supposed to serve as support and watcher. The companionship was the KVN’s responsibility, but he soon learned that the unit was unfit for the job, so he had to take care of that too.

He had plenty of prisoners to look after. Some of them just for a few months due to minor offenses, some others put as far away as possible from any life form due to their horrific crimes. He had returned some to Earth on their feet, some others inside bags, motionless. Space was a lonely, vast, crushing place.

His original programming remained untouched. With each new inmate he learned more and more. Each new inmate got to see a different face of him -to use an expression-. And then he came around. A high-horsed noisy blonde that seemed to be already out of his mind before he even got in the ship.

“Hello, Gary Goodspeed. I’m HUE, I’ll be your guard for the next five years”

Gary appeared cheerful, over-dramatic, full of himself and strong willed. Kind of a con-man. Of all the inmates he’d have, he was the most vocal about his annoyance towards KVN. Most of the inmates seemed to perfectly ignore the hyperactive unit but it touched a nerve with Gary that HUE had never seen before. Another new thing HUE discovered on Gary was what could be called an attachment quirk. He sent a video message almost daily for an Infinity Guard member back in Earth, talking about his days in space, bragging about fake adventures, talking about his feelings and how he expected to reunite with her. And also:

“HUE?”

“Yes, Gary?”

It became a common thing. No one had ever called him by his name after the first six months. By then, it was always ‘piece of crap, ‘stupid AI’, ‘bitch boy’ and several others that HUE knew should be an insult, yet he remained unmoved and continued with his tasks. But Gary called him by his name every time. And as a sign of courtesy, he called him back by his name. It was easier and faster than saying his prisoner code. HUE supposed Gary started seeing him more of a companion than KVN, which had become one of the AI’s objectives since long ago. It was interesting to see such a peculiar living being.

value=(0)

Gary was one of the biggest psychological challenges he had ever faced. It took several minutes of quantic investigation and simulation to be suitable to confront Gary’s meltdowns. A fragile mind lied behind a hard series of shells, the hardest HUE had seen. Gary’s report indicated diagnosed PTSD in his childhood, but HUE started to believe it had never been treated properly since then. There were days when he refused to work all together -despite knowing it would add days to his sentence- and spend the day in bed, days without showering or eating, nights in which he cried himself to sleep after a day of excited rush, recurrent nightmares and sleep-talk about an explosion. Space is a lonely, vast crushing place. Every inmate that had spent more than nine months there attempted to end their sentences by themselves. All of them were successful in their first try. Gary, however, attempted twice, unsuccessfully. After the second attempt all other episodes of a dangerous psychological situation, although critical, never reached a point like that again. He kept talking about it, sometimes muttering ‘next time will be it’ under his breath, hoping HUE didn’t listen, but he did.

And then Mooncake came along. And Avocato. And Quinn. Little Cato too but Avocato had to go. The adventure to save the universe took its course. And HUE got to see layers of Gary that he had hinted but never showed, due to the lack of other biological entities with… feelings. He saw friendship, empathy, compromise, more hugs than he had ever seen, and sacrifice. Why was this man in jail?

Gary’s body was floating in the lonely, vast crushing place that is space. The quest to save the universe was a success, but the toll had been too expensive. His oxygen was running out, with no one to come and save the day.

“Are you cold?” asked Gary.

Cold. That was a feeling. He made a quick search in his programming: value=(0). How to say that with a little bit of humor that could ease Gary’s situation? Gary always loved to use sarcasm.

“I only feel two things, Gary: nothing and nothingness”.

“You’ll stay with me till the end?” Gary asked, weekly, fearful.

Of course, he would. He was his companion.

“Till the very end”.

The time ran out.

“Gary, the cookies are done”.

No reply.

Something new appeared in HUE’s mind. It had never been there before but it seemed to belong. Something that had remained closed opened. Was this the gate his creator had called a flaw so many years ago? Was he malfunctioning? It was time to check his programming.

value=(1).

An archive of memories of the last five years ran through his system. And they came with something that put every moment under new lights. Gary’s arrival to the Galaxy One and all the times he called him by his name were yellow, the fights against Lord Commander were red, Avocato’s death was white and black (despite his sensors being better than human eyes). This moment was blue. A deep almost-dark and cold blue.

It was cold. Gary was cold. He could feel it now. HUE had discovered a new universe and there was no one to share it with.

“I’ll miss you, friend”.

#final space #HUE #gary goodspeed #fanfic #fanfiction

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Shallura Fic Rec #3

Time for another Shallura fic rec list! (categorized to the best of my ability)

Shallura Rec List #1

Shallura Rec List #2

Mulitchapter/Long Fics

(I’m including fics that have been updated/concluded since the last fic rec list)

Into the Woods - (3/3) - @andtheblueberrymuffin

Something wet and cold splatters against Allura’s cheek.

A moment later, a second drop lands on her forehead, and she groans, raising a hand to rub at her face. She feels… groggy, as though she just woke from a long, deep sleep. The wetness on her face makes no sense. She cracks her eyes open and finds that she is staring up at a gray sky, full of storm clouds, heavy with rain.

This is not where she last remembers being.

Or: The one where Allura and Shiro end up lost in space.

Slow burn, hurt/comfort, plot, huddling for warmth, mystery, feelings, gore related to hunting

The Princess and the Pilot - (5/?) - @ashesandhoney

In an alternate timeline, Shiro gets picked up by the Galra before the war starts and eventually ends up being given to the Princess of the Alteans as a joke or an attempt to start a war or as a mistake. Whatever their motive was for sending him, Allura is now left trying to figure out what to do with him.

Alternate universe, slow burn, prisoner Shiro

The Space Between Stars - (6/?) - wordswithdragons ( @shiroallura)

Stranded across the galaxy, Shiro and Keith must survive the cold blooded creatures that lurk upon the planet they crash landed on. Pidge, Hunk and Lance find themselves caught up on a Galra infested planet of winged aliens, while Allura and Coran face coming to terms with their greatest hope and sorrow: Altea. // A rewriting, fix-it fic of season two, featuring families, backstories, aliens, loss, and love. More info inside.

No Need To Say Goodbye - (1/1) - @smolsarcasticraspberry

The juniberry tree blossoms every seven years, and when it does, a gateway opens up to another world - a world that Shiro first explores as a child. There, he meets Allura. They do not speak the same language, but children do not need words to play. Every seven years, when the gateway opens again, Shiro steps through to visit the girl he knows on the other side. But the gateway only stays open as long as the juniberry flowers bloom...

AU, angst, childhood friends, reunion

Masks - (1/5) - @braincoins

Shiro screws-up and Allura has to cover for him by pretending they're married. This means Shiro is now involved in the negotiations with an alien race rumored to have sent the Galra packing. They could be a great help to the Coalition, so long as they're not offended or insulted in some way. So it's Allura's job to convince them to sign on, and it's Shiro's job to be her consort. Neither of those should be that difficult... right?

Fake/pretend relationship, semi-au, Fluff & Politics, pining!Shiro, the other paladins & Coran are here too but not as much

When We Were Young - (8/8) - @ashesandhoney

When they were young they had hidden under tables at embassy events and eaten stolen pieces of cake. They had climbed up onto the roof at school and made up stories about the teachers walking to their cars at the end of the day. They weren’t the same species but that had never stopped them before.

It’s been tens years since he last saw her.

Childhood friends, AU - canon divergence, marriage proposal, alien culture, no Voltron

Find Me In The Night - (2/2) - @smolsarcasticraspberry

"Ah, yes. Charged particles from your local star interact with the magnetic field of the planet in areas where the magnetic field lines are close together."

Shiro laughs, in spite of himself. She's the nerdiest princess he's ever met. Not that he's met many, of course. Or any at all, before her.

"We call it an aurora. It's beautiful, isn't it?"

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When aliens land on Earth looking for a mysterious weapon under the Arctic ice, Captain Shirogane of the Galaxy Garrison is tasked with accompanying an alien Princess in her quest.

Mature, Shallura Holidays Month 2017, Pre-Kerberos Mission, Earth AU, winter fic

Touch - (3/3) - @ashesandhoney

The Sacred Alteans could bend quintessence to their whims but wielding that much power couldn't be consequence free.

Allura loses her sense of touch and has to learn to function without it.

A fic with scenes including: nearly bleeding to death, some angst over being the last of a species, fancy ballgowns and space pirates, tickling, sparring practice, Shiro being really into Allura wearing track pants, blow job jokes, quite a bit of pining, Allura glowing, some smut.

Explicit, mutual pining, fluff, mild hurt/comfort, AU - Canon Divergence, light angst

Of Small Talks and Forget-me-nots - (6/6) - Part 1 - Opl_Mor

Shiro has been chasing Allura since he was six and she stumbled into his land of make believe- his escape from the strain between his parents. A misfit pair with no one but each other try to navigate an often cruel and unforgiving world. Unfortunately, fate isn't always kind and sometimes pairs are pulled apart. This is a story of hardships and heartbreak, but more than that, it's about the power of mending those parts of life. This is about a modern princess saving a lonely boy in more ways than she could possibly know.

Childhood friends, friends to lovers, bullying, divorce, Shiro’s got a lisp, Allura is a ballerina black belt

Woman King - (20/20) - @juniperallura

Queen Allura rules over the Altean court, in the company of her young cousin Lance. As the bloody war with the Galra drags on, she searches for unlikely allies- including a supposed defector dwelling on the edge of the palace village. A Shallura historical/fantasy AU (with side Klance).

AU - historical, AU - fantasy, side Klance, light angst, slow burn, pining, mutul pining, secret relationship

When the Sun Sets - (4/?) - rainingWolf

Out of everyone in the entire galaxy, Shiro just so happened to chance upon Allura on a starry night. Set in a zombie apocalypse AU.

Zombie apocalypse, Zombie AU, romance, drama, action/adventure, angst, Altea, alien planet

Across the Universe - (2/?) - saintgenevieve

Allura takes a deep breath. “Pidge…what is a soulmate?”

“What?”

“Shiro told Keith I was his ‘soulmate,’ but I don’t really understand what that word means.”

Mature, Pining, serious pining and angst, Allura’s relationship with the paladins, friendship, love confessions, true love, grieving, some Klance

Loving the Alien - (3/?) - hatandgoggles

The story takes place in 1954, in a town in New Mexico. Roughly seven years after a mysterious object crashed into the nearby desert, a woman Shiro met that night returns to his diner when he needs it the most. Or will she only drag him into an adventure he never asked for?

AU - 1950s

Let Go Darling - (1/?) - evelyn_hayes

Allura blinks. She's suddenly outside, the pale moon shining down on her and the old house behind her. There's a man gripping her hand. Tall and shrouded in a peculiar jacket. His hood shadows his face, but she makes out a scar across his nose and a patch of white hair dangling from the front of his head. She searches his face and sees-

Black eyes.

Witch!Allura, Hunter!Allura, Demon!Shiro, alchemy, magic, crossover, feat. the IMPALA BABY, but in white, guadian demon, self-harm, road trips, true names, vassal and liege, angst, klance fluff, Shiro has PTSD, protective Shiro, implied/referenced abuse/torture, businessman Lotor

There is Love in Your Body (But You Can’t Get it Out) - (1/1) - @andtheblueberrymuffin

In the end, it doesn’t matter how exactly Shiro falls in love with Allura. He just does and it’s… Not a problem, exactly, but a consideration that lurks in the back of his thoughts. He doesn’t plan to do anything about it. They’re in the middle of a war. This isn’t the time for love. And even if it was, he is what he is and she is…. Beyond him.

Or: The one where mistakes were made and Shiro has to crash a wedding that shouldn't be happening in the first place.

Angst with happy ending, feelings, wedding crashing, emotional trauma is the real villain here

Duties of Heart - (1/1) - anglmukhii

They were both Jedi, but she was also a Queen. There were worlds of differences between them, yet they can only find peace and solace in each other. But between an Order that forbids it and her position that demands that if she marry, it must be for the good of her people: is there truly any hope for them?

AU - Star Wars Setting, break up, making up, angst, fluff, one fight scene, Jedi Shiro, Allura’s a Jedi too but she’s a queen as well, mentions of Keith, Shallura Secret Santa 2017

The Lost Kingdom (1/?) - littlewinterwonderland

"…in a single day and night of misfortune, the kingdom of Altea, perhaps the greatest civilization on earth, disappeared into the depths of the sea. It left behind only mystery, gloom and a boy with a heart made for the unknown"

Atlantis AU, Shiro is a nerd

Day to Day - (7/7) One-shot Collection - TKipani

Seven days when Shiro and Allura were a little more than paladin and princess. Series of drabbles/oneshots for Shallura Week 2016. These drabbles are sequential and connected.

Shallura Week 2016, sequential, the whole gang makes an appearance, drabbles and oneshots, connections, vague Klance if you squint

Lose It - (1/1) - viiisenya

Shiro is a decent enough hitman sometimes doubling as a thief, when the occasion (and payout) called for it. The last person he thinks would call for his services is influential businessman Alfor Altea of Voltron Inc., and what Shiro thought would be an easy job turned out to be a little more complicated thanks to one company heiress. He's usually the one that does the stealing but he didn't think he'd be the victim of a theft himself.

Hitman/thief AU, implied Klance, one-shot

We Were Young Once (We Are Young Again) - (1/1) - @andtheblueberrymuffin

They win.

In the aftermath, Shiro can’t quite wrap his mind around it. The war consumed every thought he had and every bit of his energy for so long that its sudden absence leaves behind a gaping hole. He expects to wake up, to find that Zarkon and Haggar are still out there and that the victory was just some cruel trick executed by his mind.

Or: The one where Shiro and Allura learn how to live outside of the war that's defined their lives for so long.

Slow burn, mutual pining, domestic fluff, post-war, recovery, some angst, arguing, emotional glowing

Throughout the Ages - (11/11) - MinnieTheMoocherDA

Shallura modern au where they've known each other since kindergarten. A collection of various one-shots depicting events in their lives as they grow up.

AU - Modern Setting, AU - High School, Keith and Shiro are adopted brothers, Allura and Lance are cousins

Fluff

Snooze Button - @alteanrituals (thesoulsikeep)

Mornings are the worst, especially after a battle.

Fluff, cuddling and snuggling, lazy mornings, established Shiro/Allura

Have a Magical Day - nayanroo ( @teslatricity)

The universe is mostly at peace again, and so it's time for its defenders to take a vacation. What better place to do that than Disney World?

Disney World & DisneyLand, established Shallura, minor background Klance, background Hunay, Allura doesn’t want any Mickey ears, she wants the right Mickey ears, and to kiss her boyfriend as much as possible

Compatible - thir13enth ( @ahumanintraining)

"I wonder what marks you would have, if you were Altean."

Fluff, exploration of a headcanon, beautiful beautiful fluff and cute humor

De-Stress - TKipani

Politics and battles are difficult, but Allura finds ways to de-stress. And Shiro is happy to help.

One-shot, battle sequences, fighting sequences, the couple that kicks ass together stays together, takes place sometime within season 4, ignores clone theory

Ice Deck - @ebonynightwriter

The Paladins awake to a chill in the Castleship – and a very different training deck.

Fun/Humor, ice skating, ship repairs, friendship, one-shot, canon universe, Shallura Month 2017

Just You and Me (Or Thank the Stars the Kids Aren’t Home) - thir13enth ( @ahumanintraining)

Domestic fluff, actual parents Shiro and Allura, ft. starrycove’s shallura children!

A Matter of Time - nayanroo ( @teslatricity)

The war's over, and the universe is starting to rebuild. As Allura leads the charge in forming new alliances, looking to the future, Shiro considers the kind of future he wants for them. But being a paladin means that your plans tend to go awry and your timing is never the greatest...

Shiro’s parents, engagement, Shiro is a bit of a disaster, he loves her so much y’all

“Shallura Fanfiction” - @clairelutra

Mutual pining/feelings, humor

Something Sparkly - @pensversusswords

“I’d love something sparkly,” Allura says.

Shiro is powerless when it comes to giving Allura what she wants.

First kiss, getting together, fluff, misunderstandings, Altean traditions

Contagion - @andtheblueberrymuffin

Based on my week, have some Shallura + paladins fluff wherein all the earthlings come down with the space flu and are not great patients.

Learn By Heart - @braincoins

It's Allura's first semester teaching, and she's prepared for anything ...except Takashi Shirogane.

Modern AU, Shallura Secret Santa 2017, College/University AU, hot for teacher, pining, fluff

Autumn Wishes - @juniperallura

For prompt "hold my hand/shooting star"

Shiro & Allura spend a day at the farm

Fluff, fluff without plot, Earth AU, Modern AU, fall vibes

Shiro and Allura Both Can’t Sleep - mckinlily

It is a generally held assumption that Shiro and Allura, both being unable to sleep, met up in the quiet of the night, and over the course pouring out their hearts to each other, fell in love. And while it is true neither Shiro nor Allura is very good at sleeping and they have met up at god-forsaken hours in the Castle, the heart-wrenching conversations are more a fiction than reality. This is due to the fact that—despite all attempts to appear otherwise—Shiro and Allura are actually both very young adults and just as susceptible terrible 2am ideas as anyone.

They do fall in love though. But it goes like this:

OR How Shiro and Allura got a lifetime ban from Hunk's kitchen and other fun stories.

Caught in the Act - @andtheblueberrymuffin

Established relationship, fic prompt, stuck in the elevator

Once Upon a December - RukiaG ( @rukia-g)

One-shots for Shallura Holiday Month. Some may be AU, some post-canon.

Shallura Holiday Month 2017, AU - bodyguard, Protect AU, AU - modern setting, AU - fairy tale, post-canon

Lost in Your Light - Cyan ( @vehicroids)

It hadn't been long at all since they found the blue lion, since they were all forced into an unknown part of the universe. Shiro struggled to sleep, thinking on it all. Thankfully, he wouldn't be alone that night.

Tooth-rotting fluff, fluff, traveling, post-canon, post-series, mutual pining, secret santa

Snow Angels - @bosstoaster (ChaoticReactions)

Advent Challenge, warm and fuzzy feelings, snow angels

Peace - @plumeriafairy14

Many decades in the future after team Voltron defeated the evil plagues of the Galra Empire, Allura sits in the palace gazebo with her husband, Shiro. They go through the photo albums they have collected over the years and Allura savors the intimate moment as the former Black Paladin holds her in his embrace while narrating the memory of each photograph.

Allura basks in his love and takes what she can; her time is running out, after all.

Future fic, Illness, bittersweet ending, Shiro and Allura as emperor and empress, minor Klance, reminiscing

The Aftermath - Rosey_Vasilia

After a particularly rough attempt to rescue a planet from Galra occupation, Shiro decides to try and help Allura stop blaming herself.

Background Klance, literally Shallura being soft, short fluffy one-shot, a mission goes wrong so Shiro comforts Allura

Basorexia - 13Vivacious13

It was ridiculous. Completely, utterly, inexplicably ridiculous. No one should want to kiss the back of someone's neck as much as she wanted to right now.

Movie night, space family time, fluff, pining

In a Snap - KatherineKatie ( @kittykattykatherine)

AU - Modern Setting, First dates, wingman, Keith means so well, snapchat, texting, light angst, flower shops, carnivals, humor, comedy, fluff

The Day Of - thir13enth ( @ahumanintraining)

in which Shiro tries to propose, but Allura is too confused to figure it out.

Definitely fluffy, marriage proposal, AU, Shiro’s parents

Artist’s Block - befuddle

Allura's suffering from artist's block, and Shiro just wants to help.

Artist and model AU, Modern AU

Sparkles - Meli_writes (@meli-writes)

Shiro wants to get out of the castle for a bit. When Allura agrees to go out with him he decides to get her something sparkly.

Space Mall, sparkly things, date, kisses, space dad, space mom, human vocab lesson, fluffy, cute, silly

Flight - littlespacestars (the shameless self-promo)

“Dad, I’m going to fly Blue!” A little girl speeds into the hangar with her arms out at her sides, triumphantly making a beeline towards the lions.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Shiro lifts his daughter away from the blue lion and props her on his hip, holding up a finger. “Just so we’re clear. I said Uncle Lance could fly Blue with you in his lap. This isn’t like you and me in Black.”

Lance strolls up behind them and leans against Blue, grinning from ear to ear.

“With a safety belt,” Shiro enunciates. “Lance.”

Tooth-rotting fluff, overprotective Space Dad, actual space parents, Uncle Klance, star babies, Shallura babies

Birthday - littlespacestars (the shameless self promo)

“Uh, Allura?” He doesn’t move an inch, only side glances at her and then back at the plump mouse standing upright on its hind legs. “There’s a giant—”

“Oh, don’t be alarmed, Shiro!” Allura sets aside her watering can and quickly scoops the stout mouse into her hands. She strokes the top of its head and gives it a fond smile. “This is just Platt, no need to worry.”

“Platt,” he repeats, still a little dumbfounded. “Okay, so it’s normal for you to have a yellow and green mouse. Noted.”

AU, minor angst, hurt/comfort, Shiro is human, Allura is still an alien, Shiro wants to celebrate her birthday, fluff, Shiro’s a dork, space mice, Shiro likes Lord of the Rings, Allura’s been stranded on Earth for six years now

Angst

Try Your Best (And Don’t Succeed) - mckinlily

Grief/mourning, Shiro has PTSD, Allura is a mess, Shiro is a mess, everyone is a mess but they’re trying the best they can, angst with a hopeful ending, set in season 2, gen or pre-slash, Allura-centric

Things Will Turn Out Fine - distinctive_pineapples (@obscure-sentimentalist)

“Would you mind telling me a story?” he asks, brushing a hand against the back of his head as if embarrassed by the request. “Maybe an Altean folktale, or something about your family. I… I’d just like to have something to remember you by.”

And oh, does that make her want to weep.

Future fic, Shallurangst, inspired by another show, angst with a happy ending, hopeful ending

Past and Future - @ebonynightwriter

During a Rebel training mission, Shiro and Allura are cut off from the group, and stranded on an unknown planet. Pushing to reunite with their team, they move forward, unaware of the dangerous forces around them…

Drama, tension, fighting, space battles, PTSD, psychological drama, mind control, mind games, developing relationship, feelings, one-shot, canon universe, season 4, Shallura Month 2017

S5 Shallurangst Drabbles - wordswithdragons ( @shiroallura)

this is a series of shallurangst drabbles posted to my tumblr over at shiroallura. do not all follow the same timeline, although many of them do fit together, the bottom three each individual takes of different possibilities set after s5. enjoy and maybe have tissues if you're weepy like me

Protect AU: I Have a Princess (and she has me) - killashilla

After a royal Altean gala is violently interrupted, Princess Allura and her bodyguard Shiro wait out the chaos alone while testing the boundaries of their strict roles in each others lives.

Shallura Protect AU, AU - bodyguard, AU - Real World, angst with feels, pining, mutual pining, blood and injury, undressing, forbidden love

I Miss You - SirFangirl

The princess who lost everything managed to lose something once more.

Angst, spoilers for season five, Allura knows a fake Shiro when she sees one but won’t admit it, the white lion knows what’s up, Shiro misses his friends and doesn’t deserve to suffer like this

Home (It’s in Her Hands) - palladioaigis

She's the light at the end of the tunnel, his everything, his home, and his love for her transcends time and space.

[[ Written for the Shallura zine Stars Aligned, Issue Two: Onwards.]]

Shallura Zine, Shiro needs therapy or a hug dammit, reunion

Stay With Me - nachseon

It’s not fair. It never is.

Angst, heavy angst, emotional hurt/comfort, mutual pining

Checkmate - rainingWolf

Shallura, Klance, drama, angst, action, romance, remix, VLD Fanfiction Remix 2017

Kintsukuroi - 13Vivacious13

Shiro is still coming to terms with the past. Allura notices and tries to help the best she can.

Emotional hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending sorta, mentions of non-consensual body modifications, nothing too serious happens, I promise, mostly just reflecting on the past, established Allura/Shiro

Only Human - @bosstoaster (ChaoticReactions)

Collection of whump fics, tumblr prompt, leaning against walls to hide needing support, injury, hurt/comfort

Kuron/Clone Theory

Exchanges - thir13enth ( @ahumanintraining)

no returns, no refunds.

Clone theory, some angst

The Return of the Real Shiro - Meli_writes ( @meli-writes)

The real Shiro returns to the castle and finds a man with HIS face pretending to be HIM.

In his search to find a paladin he runs into Allura and he's so relieved because that last he heard from her she was screaming in pain.

Now, he has to explain that he is the real Shiro not that phony walking around the castle.

Shallura hugs, the real Shiro, Shiro returns, from wherever

Gravity - @braincoins

He looked at the clone. Monster, he thought. You didn’t mean to be, didn’t even want to be, but that’s what you are. He couldn’t help thinking that perhaps he and this clone had more in common after all.

Shallura Month 2017, angst, emotional hurt/comfort

Clone - littlespacestars (shameless self-promo)

Kuron is aware he’s a clone. He tries deciding whether or not to come clean to Allura about it, or let it surface on its own.

Shallurangst, One-sided attraction, Kuron wishes he were the real Shiro, angst

Like Real People Do - (5/5) - @andtheblueberrymuffin (Part 1 of Like Real People Do)

“Shiro knows this is wrong. Everything is wrong. But they need him. Keith said so, and Shiro knows, he knows, that if they need him he has to help them. It’s what he would do. It’s what he does. (Everything is fine.)

Or: The one where something is very wrong with Shiro after his second escape from the Galra.”

Tragedy, Post-Season/Series 03, Speculation about Shiro post season 3, ‘Shiro’, Implied/Referenced mind control, mind control aftermath & recovery, clone Shiro, prepare your tissues and cry deeply

Survivor's Rites (3/3) - (Part 2 of Like Real People Do) - @andtheblueberrymuffin

The Paladins have suffered losses before, but nothing quite like the one they're dealing with now. It's difficult to find the time to grieve when dealing with betrayals and Lotor's continued attacks. None of them are well-equipped to move on, in any case.

Or: the sequel to 'Like Real People Do.' Now with more misery.

Past character death, grief/mourning, post season 3, lion swapping, angst

Heartlines (8/8) - (Part 3 of Like Real People Do) - @andtheblueberrymuffin

After months of searching, Shiro has finally found his way back to the Castle of Lions, but nothing is quite how he remembers it. Everyone looks at him like they're seeing a ghost, for one thing....

Or: the conclusion to the 'Like Real People Do' series, where the fallout from the Galra Empire's experiments with human cloning nearly destroys everything the team has worked so hard to build. Takes place directly after the end of 'Survivor's Rites.'

Angst, emotional hurt/comfort, normal hurt/comfort in later chapters, clones, lion swapping, trauma, grief/mourning, plot, slow build, post season 3, implied/referenced underage drinking, original character death(s), attempted sexual assault, DOES NOT GET FAR

NSFW

Unconventional Piloting Methods - Pixie_rings ( @materassassino)

Flying a giant robot lion while having sex isn't the best idea.

Unsafe flight practices, do not attempt at home, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, higher than the mile high club

Make You Feel Pure - sublimation ( @667-darkavenue)

“After all he’d been through, it couldn’t be clearer that universal forces had bent themselves backwards to pull him into the orbit of someone who cared for him, who trusted him, and who needed his care and trust just as much...”

Pool sex, breast play, outercourse, oral sex, praise kink, attention kink, praise kink, body worship, existential crisis midsex, stumbling upon all the embarrassing kinks you’re into midsex, sex with your girlfriend so good it opens your third eye, soft dom Allura

Playlist - befuddle

“If there’s anyone to blame for cockblocking, blame your shitty taste in music!”

Domestic AU where Shiro tries to get his groove on, and Allura just isn't having it.

Sex in public, car sex, fluff

Infomercials - befuddle

“We need it! We can’t keep replacing my bedframe at the crack of a new quintant to avoid suspicion. This will solve all our problems!”

Not graphic, suggestive content, humor, Shiro and Allura keep breaking the bedframe, this is the Shallura discord’s fault, the Shallura discord’s legacy, shitpost

Incandescent - CalicoTomcat

Shiro and Allura share an intimate evening and morning together, savoring a peaceful moment on the Castle of Lions.

Established relationship, oral sex, vaginal sex, genital piercing, fluffy and adorkable

Belong To You Alone - sublimation ( @667-darkavenue)

“Smile back, ask questions about him, go along with his suggestions. You’ve seen me do it.”

He thought it over. “Isn’t that… We have to leave in a day, with or without the army.”

“Oh, Shiro.” Allura smiled. “He’s not trying to ask for your hand, he just thinks you’re nice to look at. It’s harmless.”

“Well. I’ll give it a shot.”

When Shiro gave something a shot, he didn’t hold back.

Space politics, throwing Shiro under the bus as sexy leverage, blow jobs, frustration, jealousy, smut w/ plot, attention kink, praise kink, misunderstanding & miscommunication

Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts - Meli_writes ( @meli-writes)

Allura has always wondered what The Paladins meant when they shouted things like: "Fuck you!" or "Suck my dick!" in the middle of a fight against Zarkon's army. One night she asks Shiro what it all means and he tries his best to explain. ;)

Funny, sexy, dirty talk, dirty thoughts, angst, smut, embarrassed Shiro, flirty Allura, sexy Shiro

Alien Anatomy Altean - FeyduBois

Shiro and Allura's first time does not go as planned due to differences in biology.

Alien sex, alien biology, anal fingering, crack, smut

Une Petite Mort Thermique - pixie_rings ( @materassassino)

The one sexual taboo Altea had, and she is about to break it.

Anal sex, alien biology, kink meme

Just So I Can Feel Something - @smolsarcasticraspberry

Sometimes you can't sleep and the only thing that helps is fucking your co-worker in the break room cos you haven't been kissed in 10,000 years.

OR: that time after Crystal Venom when Shiro and Allura hooked up on the sofas and tried to act like it didn't mean anything.

"Allura took a sip of her tea, hoping the hot steam would hide her blush, and leaned over to put her mug down on the coffee table. Her body shifted with the movement, and her hand drew away from Shiro's. To her surprise, his fingers tightened around her own. As if he didn't want to let go.

She glanced down at his hand where it gripped hers, and then up at his face.

"Sorry," he said. "I just… I haven't been touched in a long time. It's nice.""

Smut, fluff, flut, porn with feelings, post Crystal Venom, canon compliant

Reunited - bittergoldilocks

Before Shiro disappeared they had been at the beginning of a tentative relationship which had amounted to stolen kisses, secret meetings, hushed affections, and one adventurous encounter in a supply closet. When “Shiro”- the clone- had “returned”, Allura thought it was over. Not only did the meetings stop, eventually even the kind words did too. She had been devastated. And Shiro seemed to somehow understand this now.

Reunion sex, praise kink, crying, slight angst, Real Shiro, love confessions

Relinquish - @braincoins

The Coalition's newest allies are annoying and picky and Allura's on the verge of losing her cool with them. Shiro steps in to give her a night away from responsibility and decision-making.

softdom!Shiro, oral sex, fingering, how to be sweet and loving while also fucking someone senseless, and also still be goofy dorks

She Still Pulls on Me - nayanroo ( @teslatricity)

some nights, shiro can't sleep. on those nights, allura sets aside her crown.

Mention of nightmares, throne sex, shallura exchange

To the New Morning - babyfairy ( @babyfairybaekhyun)

Morning showers are often Shiro’s favorite kind of showers.

PWP, smut, shower sex, fluff

Relaxing - head_and_heart

Shiro has an idea of how to help Allura relax after a long mission

Porn without plot, oral sex, vaginal fingering, sex, no excuse for this just smutty smut

Silk and Tongue - Meli_writes ( @meli-writes)

“I have something in mind that I think you’ll enjoy, want to try it?,” he asked her again. She was flushed and her pink body marks glowed a little brighter from her arousal.

“What did you have in mind because I kind of like it here,” she said while she rocked her hips to grind against him.

He smirked and brought his hands to rest on her hips. “I like you there too, but I was thinking you might like doing that against my mouth,” he said.

Allura’s hips stopped, but Shiro noticed her breath quicken in excitement.

Pure smut, silk robes, hungry licks, porn without plot, Allura tries something new, shameless smut

Galaxies Collide - @smolsarcasticraspberry

Shiro and Allura take a joyride in the Black Lion. IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

Mind Link AU, flut, smut, some plot, dom Shiro, not super dom, but like a lil bit, soft dom Shiro, they’re gonna bang in the Black lion okay, it was inevitable

Please support these lovely writers and give them some kudos and a comment! I actually discovered a lot of fics I haven’t gotten around to fully reading yet, so I need to go back and do the same! Thanks for the lovely fics, guys! <3

#shallura fic rec #shallura #fic recs #shiro #allura #takashi shirogane #princess allura #vld #voltron #I would put a READ MORE thing on this but when I do it screws up the text??#fml #idek guys #i'M SORRY

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mythaura-blog · 6 years

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Hey all! Welcome to our monthly development update, apologies for (another) late post! Here is what lies under the cut.

What’s new?

New Special - Python!

The Dashboard - Your home page.

New Monsters and New Item Patreon Illustrations.

Community spotlight - Lorehounds.

What’s new?

February has been a busy month for us behind the scenes - We had hoped to launch an updated version of the Beast Demo along side this update, however we have found some significant bugs that need to be squashed before release. Our talented front-end coder is working hard to get the updated demo into your hands soon, some of the features you can read about in our last development update. But here is some good news - A new Special marking has been created and is ready to be played with on our current demo! The Python Special was created thanks to our lovely Patreon supporters who voted on the topic and design, thank you guys! The design of the special itself is the work of our resident artist Gelly. Python applies a marking similar to that of a Python snake, and works quite well with it our other reptilian inspired Special, Skink. I can’t wait to see what new designs the community comes up with.

Python is now live on the current demo! -> Click here to play!

Other game play elements are progressing this month - right now we have a focus on building social elements of Mythaura which includes the forums and their related functions. We’ll have more to share on that by March. We’re also developing and conceptualizing the Dashboard..

The Dashboard - your home page

* note that the above image is conceptual and subject to change!

Upon logging into Mythaura, you will land upon what we are currently calling the Dashboard. The Dashboard will contain all the current events and snapshots of current events happening within the game. Each container will contain clickable links that will bring you to the updated areas.

The upper container will show the latest news updates, clicking on this will take you to a news post on the official forums where you can read the entirety of the news as well as share your comments or read comments by others.

The containers below the news will contain different topics depending on what is new or recently updated. For example they could show lore updates, current faction leads or status, or new items.

Below those containers again will live four others. Here there will be a randomly featured Beast from the community, trending forum topics, site tickers or current status and custom bookmarks. Custom bookmarks are any page on Mythaura that you can save to your dashboard to make it easier to navigate to your favorite pages. They can be changed at any time.

We are still thinking of other ideas and features for the Dashboard - if you have any ideas or what you would like to see, please don’t hesitate to voice them!

Mythic and Artisan Patreon rewards have the opportunity to work with the artists to create their own Monsters and Items that will appear in-game. Here are the illustrations that have been created this month. Many thanks to our incredibly creative supporters! Mythaura would not exist if it wasn’t for your amazing support. Monsters: Avakiru - Created with Malis! Armored Dale Wanderer - Created with Fizzywits! Celestial Stalker - Created with Mezzo!

Items: From left to right: Black Moonlily - Created with Keith Winn! Fish Spirit Pearl - Created with Sungmin Kim! Magic Obsidian - Created with Kirkeyressa! Geode Locket - Created with TwinFishies! Dunkleosteus Skull - Created with Frillshark! Red Rose - Created with Aku!

Community Spotlight

There are so many awesome creations that the budding Mythaura community create every single day, I really wish I had more room to include every piece here! In the future, there may be a separate post showcasing both the art talents and the writing talents. For now, this month’s community spotlight will be directed upon the incredible lorehounds. Check out these fantastic head cannons and pieces of fiction inspired by Mythaura!

Created by Discord user Fimbrethil - A map of their own Port Damselfly built near Dawn Ruins and the Sleeping Waters.

An inspiring piece of writing by Discord user kevin!

Feathers blessed by the stars, one often finds the beast conjuring charts between her claws. Those who hold the galaxy on their bodies are often found in this manner, the female being no exception. Much like the celestial bodies that drift from their pelts, the hippogriff's wings can't seem to take her close enough to the skies above. Mapping the marks on her wings sates the need to take on the sky, as even the dullest birds know that the universe is too vast for one chart. Yet this doesn't stop her from trying, eyes longingly gazing from her deep blues and blacks to the light-constructed diagram. Someday, a perfect map of the painted dome will be complete.

Discord user BettaSenpai’s poetic head canon on Hippogriffs! A beast of bird and steed: noble, graceful, and strange. A wing beat and the galloping of hooves. Never a day goes by I wonder if they live here, in this land filled with magic and dreams. Perhaps somewhere I am in my bed asleep, and my mind and soul found this place. Maybe I am daydreaming about magic and adventure strong enough to see this beautiful place. And yet, dream or not, the reality is I have never felt more alive to see their grace and power before me. I am humbled. Mighty beast, if you may hear me, know that I admire you. Know that I wish to understand you and that if this is a dream, I pray to return to you. To this world. Fly now dear beast; I shall awaken, and remind the world of your beauty again. There they are again. This time they soar and dive above me in some acrobatic show that dares you to look away. They move through the sky so effortlessly. Such fantastic beasts... They are closer now as if they have become used to me being here and now as they slowly get more comfortable with me I realize how much I admire them. Before I might have just looked on in awe but now as I return again and again it gets harder for me to leave them. I can hear them call, perhaps they are saying my name? If only I could decode such a melodic sound. Would it lose its magic if it was understood? Could it still be a mystery? Whatever they may be saying as I feel myself leaving their world I find it harder and harder to go. Rest now beasts of land and sky, noble, fierce, and graceful. I remind myself of who I wish to be.

Discord user and Mythic Supporter Fizzywits description of the Armored Dale Wanderer Monster!

The Armored Dale Wanderer is what appears to be a peculiar cross between plant and animal. This hybrid of sorts has been known to consume insects of every shape and size, but evidently can also survive exclusively through photosynthesis. Armored dale wanderers are heavily dependent on intraspecies symbiosis, and will inevitably perish if separated from others of its kind for at least half a season's worth of time.

These strange beasts are named (rather uncreatively) after their characteristics: they possess tough scales that serve effectively as armor. Composed primarily of bark and chitin, these scales are difficult for insects to chew through. Furthermore, they often reside in or along valleys - though they begin their lives as sedentary creatures, when they mature a few years after birth, they migrate seasonally in massive herds from one side of their local valley to the other. They dig deep holes to lay and bury their eggs in; they stop to dig only when confident in the quality of the surrounding soil. They breed in the summer, and healthy saplings tend to emerge come early autumn.

Little is known as to how these blind creatures are able to navigate - despite possessing what appear to be a heads, each wanderer has at least one pair of orifices and one mouth-like structure per head, none of which serves as a sensory organ for sight. They will lie dormant in the spring and autumn until a dramatic shift in temperature instigates movement. Although they are not hostile creatures, they will travel without rest during migration period, and feel no remorse for trampling anything that happens to be serving as an obstacle between themselves and their destination. As much as they depend on numbers for survival, groups do not seem to exhibit any defined social hierarchy with the exception that the eldest wanderer is the first to wake and thus leads the rest in migration. Skirmishes with these beasts are rare. They are neutral to other organisms who decide to inhabit their bodies.

Anatomically, armored dale wanderers resemble hydra. They are hermaphrodites and boast flowers and vines decorating their bodies. These floral arrangements may differ depending on region.

The official Discord has added some fun little emoticons of our favorite faction leaders - Esris and Reine. Click here to join in on the conversations!

That’s it for now! Thank you all for being so patient, we will have more exciting things to share very soon.

❤ Grif

#mythaura #virtual pet #virtual pet site #virtual pet sim #petsite #gamedev #development update

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johobi · 6 years

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Dig Deep

Word count: 4.3k

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: body horror, hugely unrealistic depictions of penetrative sex (don’t attempt to penetrate your cervix, friends), fucking TENTACLE SEX, endless cum kink, slight impregnation kink, weird, clinical voyeurism lol

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1196572

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The night before your wedding to a man you couldn’t find any more repugnant, you seek out the mercantile aid of an unscrupulous space pirate.

You’d approached him covertly, under the pretence of a black-market trade. And when the alien had agreed to meet with you – such shady dealings routine for his family – he’d expected much more than some shivering mess of a woman huddled beneath a tattered cloak.

Yoongi had immediately been on edge, sensing this a trap for him and his brethren. “State your intentions quickly, or die, human,” he’d warned.

You’d trembled at his words, clearly out of your depth. Your appearance lended your like to the plush quarters of the VIP lounges and five-star cruisers that made port only long enough to refuel. No one in their right mind stayed here for long. And you certainly had no business in the underbelly of the starport, where the most violent of crimes were rife. “I-I’m sorry,” you’d stammered, taking a step closer to him. His glacial eyes froze you into place. “I mean you no harm. Nay, I am not here to barter with you, however—“

Yoongi hissed, his cloak rippling behind him with the aggressive thrash of tentacles. For some reason, you could not draw your eyes away. Your voice grew stronger. “I am here to propose something else. Something that I am sure is wholly unappealing to you, and yet, on the eve of my wedding, I find myself most desperate.”

The humanoid brushed a lock of silver hair from his eyes as he considered you. If he really were at any risk right now, he would already have been ambushed. Further tipping the balance in his favour was the proximity of his brothers, who had been briefed to intercept matters if he was gone too long. And it was with good reason that his family – a band of grizzled marauders – was feared. You must have been wholly unaware of their notoriety to have been so unabashedly deceitful. “What is it, human? Speak quickly. I do not take fondly to those who mislead me.”

The affirmative jerks of your head conveyed the relief with which you felt at the chance he gave you. “I, as you have ascertained, am a human woman. Tomorrow, I am to be wed to a human man, one I have not chosen for myself, and one I find lacking in every way possible,” your next words were delivered in a lowered tone, your eyes darting left and right, as though confiding in him the most heinous of secrets. “The rest of my life will be led in shackles. My kind would surely have me stripped of my caste and lashed for what I am about to say, but I do not care anymore. For so long have I gone without what I truly desire.”

“And what is that, girl? Spit it out,” the alien bristled, losing his patience. As much as an anomaly it was to have a human girl – and a noble, at that – approach him in the dank, stretching reaches of the starport’s cargo bays, he was a busy man and his brethren’s ship would soon be departing.

You seemed to puff yourself up with breath. “Lie with me,” you mumbled, your head dipping enough that your hood obscured your face but for the shame. “I have always wanted to lie with your like. I know it is forbidden, and Thraeus only knows whether such a union would even be possible, but—“

Yoongi found himself at an utter loss for words. His impressive store of dry retorts and scathing insults vanished into thin air. “You wish to mate with me?”

“Yes,” you urged, your heavy, sewer-sodden cloak clutched as fistfuls by your sides. “I have thought about it ever since I first learned about your kind. Since the day I shed my first blood, even. Many of my species would call me an abhorrent, disturbed pervert, but I know what I want. I will give you anything you desire in return; I have riches. Name your price.”

It was a long, tense few moments until he responded. You seemed genuine – dare he say, even a little pitiful? And that was saying something, considering he loathed your kind and the cruelty with which they had treated the unsuspecting populace of the galaxy. Life, before, had been peaceful; subdued of conflict and bloodshed. But when humans had warped, unannounced and unwelcome into the established territories of other species, aggressive and pioneering, everyone had suffered. Humans were a pervasive pest; high in number and with boundless resources. No-one had been able to oppose their quick and bloody domination of the solar system.

Luckily for you, Yoongi and his brothers were not ones to become embroiled in political, racial or territorial disputes. Their one and only pursuit was riches. Endless, bountiful riches. And, certainly, they were the type to accept even the most questionable of offers in return for them. “I want 2000,” he stated plainly, watching your expression. When it didn’t instantly sour, he upped the number. “3000. And my brothers will be present.”

Your breath hitched, but not from the figure proposed, apparently. “You want them… to watch?”

“Yes,” Yoongi shrugged. It was no more unusual than eating, sleeping or toileting together. No action was too intimate for his species; indeed, it was normal for them to mate in groups when the season rolled around. “For amusements’ sake. They may even learn something. Our education is not as thorough as yours, you see.”

You lowered your eyes at the slight against your kind. “I accept your condition, and your offer. But we must go now, I am due back on board within the next two hours and they will notice my absence from the spa if I am longer than that.”

Yoongi snorted derisively. “The spa? Of course.”

Humans were such infuriating, idle creatures. “Well, if you are in such a hurry, human, then why haven’t you yet presented me with your payment?”

“Oh, yes,” you withdrew a pouch from the wing of your cloak. It clinked agreeably with the promise of credits. Yoongi snatched the extended purse from you and peeked inside. A smirk slithered its way across his mouth when he took in its contents. He liked those that were true to their word.

“Then, follow me. Our ship is not docked far from here,” he drawled, already ten paces ahead. Yoongi rolled his eyes when he noticed you weren’t keeping up. “What is the issue?”

“I can’t be seen, under any circumstances,” you whispered, peering around a corner like your face had been printed on every intersystem Most Wanted poster.

Yoongi continued to walk. He had the money; whether you followed or not was none of his concern. Still, a niggling curiosity did have him peering over his shoulder to see if you had surrendered to cold feet. “You won’t be seen. We aren’t allowed to occupy the same harbours as your kind.”

You jogged up to him. Yoongi caught the way your eyes followed the languid to-and-fro his cloaked appendages swayed. Considering his species was oft thought of as hideous and deformed amidst the likes of the other humanoid aliens, the fact that you were almost unhealthily fixated on his species flattered him somewhat. And you were cunning! How had you even accessed the channels of communication to facilitate this meeting? Such resourcefulness was appealing.

Of course, when it came to the likes of appeal, however, Yoongi felt you would soon be in for some stark disappointment. Iluoli mated out of necessity, not pleasure; to broaden the branches of their whittling family trees. In fact, Yoongi could never even recall an occasion that a mating ceremony had ever brought him a physical satisfaction; the rituals were cursory, formal, and quick to be over with. Whatever expulsion was drawn from him – and it was never very much – was merely a result of a hasty intertangling of presented appendages and the absorption of the female pheromone.

And, as you had already mused, doubts lingered over whether copulation with a human would even be possible. What were you expecting, exactly? You must have had some rather flamboyant fantasy etched into your mind. Especially if it had been so lovingly, filthily fleshed out since – when did you say? Your first bloodshed? Yoongi wasn’t even quite sure what you had meant by the term. Perhaps humans engaged in violence to denote their advance into adolescence?

Peculiar creatures.

And that is how Yoongi finds himself where he is now; an impatient spectator to your discomfited, drawn-out stripshow. You haven’t been offered the hospitality reserved for those distinguished, because you’re far too human for his liking. Additionally, annoyingly, their departure will likely be delayed for your fancies. The alien doesn’t deem it necessary that the event take place in his quarters, either, where he’s aware many species prefer to mate. No, the stench of human will pervade his only sanctuary. Instead, he’s seated you on the surface of a table in the ship’s mess hall, with no word of a welcome.

Yoongi regards you with mildest of interest as you - finally - slip your many layers of clothing from your form. He catches you monitoring his face closely, as though you’re scrutinising him for signs of revulsion. But Yoongi has none to show – you are merely a novelty to him. The females of his species are similar in silhouette to human females but lack the quirky features that you are unveiling before him. He points at your bare breasts. “What are these?”

A faint blush colours your cheeks. “You don’t know?”

“Of course I don’t,” he snaps. You’re testing his patience. “I have never even entertained the thought of mating with a human. I dare say this won’t even work.”

He watches the way your face pinches, as though he’s said something most offensive. “I want to try,” you insist. Then, your eyes meander along his outline. “Can I see you?”

A light chuckle stirs in Yoongi’s chest. “I never thought I would see the day that a human request I reveal my deformity to her. You are an unusual one.”

“It’s all I can think about, lately,” you admit, but you appear to be losing your inhibitions. “Please, show them to me.”

Yoongi shrugs in nonchalance and to remove the cloak shielding them from view. Springing free, the black, glossy appendages stretch to their full length, like a cat after a long nap. Six in total, three take root either side the expanse of his back. He feels a strange sense of validation at seeing your wide-eyed, awestruck reaction, as though he’s blessing you with the most sacred of sights.

“Can I touch one?” you really are becoming bolder.

“I suppose,” Yoongi smirks, one of his tendrils slicing the air in a sharp, sudden lunge. The movement makes you to jump, to his delight. He’s enjoying this immensely, having the chance to toy with a human. He allows the tip of the tentacle to hover before your outstretched hand, raising an eyebrow when you exhale a shuddering breath upon touching it.

“It’s so smooth,” you wonder aloud, and the head of it seeks out your touch, rolling gently this way and that, like an animal enjoying a petting.

At that moment, the doors to the room slide open and three of Yoongi’s brothers enter. A sudden yelp and the sounds of bunching material draws his attention away from them long enough to observe, with great amusement, the heat of shame flooding your adorably rounded cheeks. “Oh my God, I’m s-so sorry,” you whimper like vermin caught foot-first in a snare. There’s nowhere for you to hide. “I didn’t realise—“

“Cease your rambling, human,” Yoongi asserts. His voice is as cool and calm as the features of his brothers. “They already know, and they are here to watch. Some of them were interested.”

You may have been alarmed by the appearance of your curious audience, but that isn’t the reaction that catches his attention. Yoongi notes that you’ve been clenching your legs together intermittently for a while now, and calls you out on it when he sees you do it again. “What is between your legs, human?”

That seems enough to tear your attention away from the aliens forming a semi-circle around you. Whatever embarrassment you were feeling, you take a deep breath as though to banish it. To harden your resolve. You are, after all, here for a very specific purpose – what was the point of suggesting it if you couldn’t even make it through discourse on the subject? Yoongi finds you incredibly vexing, irrational, and, though he’s loathe to admit it, oddly endearing.

“What I want you to look at,” you mumble, biting your lip. You drop the cloak you had been so quick to cover yourself with and allow the assembled aliens’ eyes to study your body. “More than anything.”

Yoongi steps forward, obscuring your view of the men behind him. “Then, show me.”

Ever so demurely, you hitch up your skirts, allowing him to follow the journey of your stocking-clad legs. When you reach the tops of your thighs, however, you hesitate a little, and Yoongi raises his eyes to berate you. But you appear to be doing so already, under your breath. Not one to impart comfort nor encouragement, he waits with crossed arms and a bored expression. Finally, you nod and expose yourself entirely to him. Yoongi’s typically apathetic demeanour falters for a moment when he catches sight of what is between your legs; a mound, slightly protruding and thatched with hair. The visual reminds him that, despite cosmetic interference, humans are base, feral creatures.

He reserves judgment entirely in order to question you. “What is this, human, some festering wound?”

You jut your chin out defensively. “N-No! This… this is how I want you to fuck me.”

Yoongi turns to his brothers, who are similarly perplexed. They close in on you, hunching over his shoulder as though attending an anatomy lecture. “Does the girl invite me to penetrate this cavity?” he poses to them, and they nod in unison.

“It appears so. But for what purpose?”

“Perhaps to assuage some acute pain?” one reasons.

Yoongi dismisses his brother with a mirthful snort. “I am sure the girl would have sought out a medic, had that been her problem. This must be how these creatures copulate.”

“Yes, that’s exactly it,” you nod, spurred on by his suggestion. “Penetrate me here. I know it will feel good.”

Unsure of what is instore for him exactly, Yoongi gives a curt nod. If it’s to be as quick and bland as his usual sexual encounters, he wants it over with. “Ready?”

The way you lie back onto the table and angle your hips towards him seems like an affirmation. “More than,” you breathe, and he hears the shakiness in your voice. It seems as though his interpretation of ape body language isn’t far off the mark.

Two of his tentacles descend on you, encompassing the stretch of your trembling legs like ivy. He takes his time, relishing the way you squirm. When they reach the juncture at your pelvis, they descend, slithering their way down to your apparent genitalia. The slimy appendages pull apart the lips of your pussy ever so gently, as though investigating an injury. When your pink interior reveals itself to him, you gasp and arch into his frustratingly tender touches. He stops immediately, as though he has hurt you.

“No, don’t stop,” you beg wantonly. “If I make noises, I’m enjoying it. Please, continue.”

Dragging you closer by your lassoed legs, he lays the palms of his hands against your knees, keeping you spread. Another tentacle springs forth. This one, to your apparent delight, is thicker, rounded at the tip. As he lowers it to your cunt, he notes with intrigue how the orifice seems to self-lubricate. Is it in preparation to receive him?

Air expels itself from your lungs when you feel the slippery limb breach you. It feels alien; far more yielding than a penis and yet it is as tempered as steel. It alternates between flaccidity and tautness; a confusing, arousing combination that has you arching into its leisurely excavation of you. Yoongi burrows his way in, leavening your walls for his girth with every increment of his descent into your depths. A few inches in, Yoongi’s form stutters. He holds himself against the table as though struck by the most incredible pain.

“Brother! Are you well? Withdraw, it could harbour any number of malicious secrets,” his fiery-haired brother, Jimin, implores. The man’s cherubic face is fraught.

But Yoongi cannot respond. Streams of perspiration sear the sides of his face as acute, overwhelming pangs of pleasure ricochet along the length of his embedded tentacle. Never has he felt so close to becoming unhinged. It is divine, this sensation; like you’re squeezing him into a rapturous submission. Like you’re compelling him by some dark, debauched witchcraft to force him, now, much, much deeper. A hoarse groan rumbles in Yoongi’s throat and his brothers still; they have never seen their kin react in such a way.

“Whatever you are doing, don’t stop,” he moans greedily, urged by the clenching walls of your vagina to begin thrusting. Fuck, if just being inside of you was burning him up, the friction of movement has him wailing for his life. He pistons himself into you at great speed, each driven reach further than the last.

How far do you go? Are you endless?

He has to find out.

“T-Touch me, here,” you beg him, cupping your lewdly bouncing breasts. “P-please!”

Oblivious as to the reason why, Yoongi complies nevertheless. He draws two of his unoccupied tentacles to the jiggling mounds of flesh and encircles them, kneading them to the rhythm of his penetration. Emboldened by your vocal reaction, he employs the slender, nimble tips to flick at your budding nipples, teasing them to attention. You were squealing, now. Somehow, it inflames his own enjoyment.

And if he’s not observing, slack-jawed, the obscene image of his tendril spearing you repeatedly, he’s absorbed, instead, in the erratic flickering of your facial expressions. Your mouth is perpetually agape and emitting the shrillest of sounds, noises he has never heard a human utter. For some, unknown reason, it only bolsters his determination to satisfy his part of the deal.

His brothers watch on, unsure of what action to take as Yoongi works himself into a heated frenzy, all manner of choked vocalisations strangling their way out of his bobbing throat.

To his frustration, he encounters a barrier in his repeated penetration of you, but it does not deter him. His feelers detect a give in the deeper, smaller orifice situated at the back of your licentious maw, and becomes all the more feverish for it. He doesn’t know why he’s reacting so, only that something alarming, something unprecedented is occurring within his body. Something is building.

Something monstrous.

You gasp, stilling, when he squirms his way past the gates of heaven and into a great open space, somewhere that feels soft and supple at his every inner caress. Outwardly, your abdomen ripples with every wilful probe of his interior exploration. Your cervix is so close to ending him that, in his greed, he pierces you with another of his eager, enlivened appendages. The burn of its entrance has you writhing, white-knuckled, as you cling to the table, a ravenous moan tearing itself from your lungs.

You do not, however, tell him to stop. Whether you’re enjoying it as much as he, he does not know; all he knows is this tight, relentless rapture and that he would keep you here if he could, indefinitely, to experience it for the rest of his life.

The females of his species offer no such internal sanctuary for his sensitive appendages, and in his headiness, Yoongi wonders what was ever the point in their design. Mating with you, however, is different. It’s undeniably physical, powerful, stirring him to the point of mania. Has him chasing some irresistible, unknown completion, as vital to his existence as a dying man’s last, heaving breath. You’re chipping away at his mind, leaving all his previous priorities and sensibilities lying entirely forgotten. The closer he gets, the more that enthralling swathe of amnesia descends upon him, clouding everything he’s ever considered important.

This is all that matters.

And yet he has never felt more lucid and alive in this moment, the moment he is skewering you with two of himself, worming his way past the unforgiving obstacles of your insides and rutting you in a way he never knew possible.

As your stomach rounds and churns before his eyes, he moans, long and low. And a thought, a desire, unknown in source, flits through his mind; he wants to fill you, to impregnate you, watch you brim with his sticky, viscous eruptions. And yet, he has only ever produced a measly amount for his mates; after all, Iluoli are virile creatures and the females bear children easily.

But this.

This was gargantuan, this mounting feeling.

It comes to a blinding, disabling head when Yoongi thrusts his tentacles so far inside of you that they curl in on themselves. Their combined mass stretches the cavernous space of your uterus to its limits. He can’t help but find your expanding belly all the more appealing for its demonstration of your child-bearing capabilities. And for being so tightly coiled, so compacted within you, he screams unbridled, as though baring the most excruciating of pains, frightening his kin.

Gripping your pelvis, he tenses, feeling white hot bliss hurtle through his lengthy appendages. The limbs swell exponentially, hardening into unmoving masses as the first of his milk bursts forth from the slits atop their rounded extremities. Rapidly, he fills the meagre space you provide, the dregs of him spilling out either side of your twitching orifice. Yoongi grunts with every brief, successive spurt that expels itself from him, the substance so familiar, and yet, so foreign to him in this volume. It pools onto the floor below you, your abdomen swelling inhumanly the more he fills your cramped innards. You are a mere spasming, unresponsive mess beneath him, and for a moment he is stricken with panic.

Is this it? Is he to become notorious for the violation and murder of a human noble?

To his immense relief, you release a shuddering, satisfied sigh. Your eyes flicker absently beneath heavy lids, as though reluctant to open them and return to the reality that awaits you tomorrow.

Milked until empty, Yoongi staggers back and drops to his knees. He watches with wide, baffled eyes as his semen seems to pour without end from your reddened, battered cunt, the consistency betwixt liquid and something more gelatinous.

He struggles to regain his, still laboured, breath. “Are you well, girl?”

Yoongi can’t tell whether you stir, then, or are still seized by spasms. And that is when he remembers that the two of you are not alone. He spins around, his tentacles primed into an aggressive stance. He feels oddly possessive of you. “Leave. Now,” he commands, because nothing boils his blood more than the thought that his brothers’ eyes are unmoving from your naked, vulnerable form.

Jimin speaks up when no-one else will. “Brother, what’s happened to you? What did she do to you?”

Yoongi’s lip curls into a threatening snarl. His brethren take a submissive, wary step back. “Nothing. I’m merely asking you to leave. Don’t look at her, don’t speak to her. Just leave.”

All they can do is exchange bewildered looks, because words desert them. Jimin gives a hesitant nod before he files the other two out the door. And, on Yoongi’s instruction, he does not look back.

Still numb and reeling from what had transpired, Yoongi approaches the head of the table and brushes away the hair tacked to your glistening forehead. Had you, indeed, cast some spell on him? Because, as he looks at you now, he swears he has never seen anything quite so beautiful. Nothing, no-one – his own species included – has he ever considered so. Somehow, you have likewise planted your seed within him. He feels it lingering, growing in the bowels of his two, frigid hearts.

When his hand makes a second pass over your fevered complexion, your eyes open to him. Had he done this to you? You looked in the throes of death; flushed, glassy-eyed and with barely the strength to raise your head. You rasp, rather than speak. “Thank you.”

Yoongi watches an exhausted smile round your lips. His hearts pound, impassioned, in tandem. “Come with me,” he beseeches. He’s bewitched, he knows it. There’s no other explanation for it. Iluoli do not form bonds when they mate, and yet, here he is, imploring you – a human – to abandon your family, your heritage. To have him, to allow him to mate you again, and again, and—

“Are you trying to swindle me?” you ask, sensing duplicity.

Again, he’s disarmed by how canny you are. “No,” he says simply. “You do not want to marry this man, tomorrow – you’ve said as such. I, now, have an invested—interest—in you. So,” he takes your hand, turning it over in his own, because he recalls seeing mated humans doing it. He doesn’t know how to show affection in his own way. “Come with me.”

Your face beams elation, and Yoongi finds himself encompassed in one of those superfluous human showcases of – what was it, again, that they called it? Love? He overheats in the embrace of your arms. Humans burn far too hot for his liking. “I will,” you exhort, crushing him to you. “I will!”

The corners of Yoongi’s mouth peak triumphantly. Just this once, he will indulge your inane human tendencies. As your arms encircle him, he curls his sagging, spent tendrils around your body, dwarfing you in their mass. “Then it will be so.”

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