#Yes I know their violin shattered

[marlynnofmany]

Singing and Other Noises

If you have to clean the bathroom on a multi-species spaceship, you can at least take the opportunity to annoy your coworkers with some high volume space shanties. The acoustics of most bathrooms I’ve been in are great, and this one was no exception.

“If you find snacks in high places, adhesive eyes making faces…” I sang, passing the sanitation wand over the floor. “Someone gives thanks to the void, and knives to the droid … Then you might have some humans onboard, onboard, you might have some humans onboard!”

Paint laughed in the hallway. “I don’t think anyone would miss the fact that we have a human onboard.” When I leaned out to grin at her, she continued, “You’re very loud.”

“This is the perfect place to sing!” I said, leaning back and switching to a different song. “You’ll hear us singing loud and proud, in halls and hulls and ventilation chutes. You’ll know us by our range and joy, and we sing better than you!” It echoed nicely.

Paint was shaking her lizardy head. “Are there any quiet human songs?”

“Oh sure,” I said, looking for spots I’d missed. “Calm melodies for a relaxing afternoon, lullabies to soothe babies to sleep, plenty of those. They’re just not as fun. I like the ones where you can really feel your lungs vibrate, you know?”

Paint was giving me that cocked-head look that said she wasn’t entirely sure what I was talking about, but didn’t feel like saying so. “Right. I think that one made the floor vibrate too.”

“Oh, you should meet an opera singer. They can shatter glass.”

“What!” Paint stepped closer, switching her tail. “You are making that up.”

“No, really!” I said. “It’s very impressive. A rare talent for sure.” I got to my feet and emptied the sanitation wand into the trash chute. “My voice is nothing special. Pretty good, I like to think, but no kind of superstar. Still, singing is fun.”

Paint seemed to be having trouble coming up with a compliment. “Your voice is very… clear? Low? Is that a good thing?”

“I like to think so.” I put the wand away and washed my hands. “I can sing the low notes easier than high, which is great, because I enjoy them more. I think that makes me an alto? Contralto? Something like that. Not a soprano, at any rate.”

Even with her orange scales, Paint’s expression was a distinct mask of polite blankness. She nodded, hands clasped together.

“Not much for singing, I take it?” I asked.

Paint exhaled and dropped her hands. “I just don’t see the appeal,” she admitted. “It’s only talking! In a distorted voice!”

I switched off the light and joined her in the hall with a head bob of agreement. “Yeah, I suppose it is. Some of it’s fast and good to dance to, though.”

She pointed at me in excitement. “The dancing does make sense! That’s fun! But I just cannot understand the noises that go with it.”

I shrugged. “Eh, don’t worry too much about it. There’s bound to be lots of things that any given species does that makes no sense to others.”

“Like those shiny rocks you insisted on keeping?”

“Hey, that’s not just me,” I protested. “Zhee and Trrili both wanted some too. And you’ve still got those smelly seed-things that you liked so much.”

Paint raised her snout in pride. “They remain beautiful. Coals, Eggskin, and Captain Sunlight will agree with me!”

“And those are all the Heatseekers on the ship, which is exactly my point.”

A high-pitched noise that I’d been barely aware of grew louder, drifting down the hallway all faint and screechy. I had no idea what it was, and judging by Paint’s expression, neither did she.

“Is that metal scraping?” I wondered.

“I don’t think so,” Paint said.

The sound continued, changing in tone like an alien violin. I turned in place, trying to locate it. “Is that music?”

Paint rubbed her earhole. “It’s unpleasant.”

“C’mon, let’s make sure it’s not actually a problem of some kind.”

“Yes,” Paint said with a sigh. “Ignoring a mechanical failure because we passed it off as horrible music is not something I want on my record.”

I started off down the hallway. “I think it’s this way.”

Ready as I was for a long and mysterious hunt for the quiet shrieking, I was almost disappointed to find it coming from the third door we reached. This was the door to Coals and Trrili’s translation workroom. It was shut. I hesitated over the opening panel, then knocked instead.

The noise stopped.

When the door slid open, it was to a vision of exoskeletoned nightmares, shiny black and red, with pincher arms, mandibles, and a pair of antennae angled into a very irritated expression.

“Hi Trrili,” I said. “Everything okay in there?”

Paint added, “We heard a noise—”

The door shut in our faces. After a moment, the screechy serenade resumed.

I blinked. “Rude.”

Paint had her hands over her earholes. “What is it??”

“Probably not a machine failure,” I said, wincing as the noise approached nails-on-chalkboard levels. “Let’s go ask Zhee.”

We walked very quickly away, and found Zhee outside the kitchen talking to Eggskin. The sound was faint here, but still audible.

“Hey Zhee,” I said cheerfully. “Can you tell us what in the seven spherical black holes Trrili is doing right now?”

Zhee threw his own purple pincher arms in the air. “Butchering a classic,” he exclaimed. “I’ve told her that she’s got the middle part backwards, but she insists it’s a regional variant!”

I glanced at Eggskin, who was just shaking their scaly head. “So it is music, then.”

Zhee folded his pinchers with a flare of antennae. “There’s a skreeking competition at Basal Station,” he said. “She’s under the impression that the judges there will enjoy regional variants that are wrong.”

“I see,” I said, wondering if I should ask the obvious question.

Paint beat me to it. “What’s skreeking?”

“Leg-singing,” Zhee said. “You know.” He moved a hind leg in a way that made a brief screech.

I knew I was staring, but it was either that or burst out laughing, and that was rarely complimentary. You’d think I’d get used to discovering ways that my alien crewmates resembled Earth animals, but you’d be very wrong.

Paint let out a gusty sigh. “I don’t understand that kind of singing either,” she said. “This makes even less sense than the other one!”

“Remember, there’s always dancing,” I told her. “And if it makes you feel better, I have no idea how to dance to the noise Trrili’s making.”

Zhee hissed quietly. “No one could dance to that. Not without tripping over every other limb.”

Eggskin spoke up. “Well, I’m certainly not going to try. Would you three like to help me settle on the primary meal for tonight’s dinner?”

I smiled. “Oh, I’m sure we won’t disagree on anything there.”

~~~

Keen eyes might recognize the shanty lyrics from a couple older posts. I even used one song in The First Time Traveler to Survive, which is a different storyverse entirely, but it's too much fun to leave there. I'm going to say humans invented it twice, and no one's going to stop me!

Anyways, this is the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

#somebody did a lovely recording of one of those songs #but the link isn't working anymore #so I guess I won't share that #more's the pity #my writing #The Token Human #space shanties #humans are weird #haso #hfy #eiad #humans are space orcs #science fiction #writeblr

[lunargrapejuice]

tell me, do you miss me too?

when you miss them so much you cry during sex

diluc ragnvindr + pantalone (separate) x afab!reader with no pronouns used

warnings: 18 + MINORS DNI, hurt/comfort, a bit dacryphilia in pantalones

the cold ground chills your bare feet as you make your way to his office, the moonlight slipping through the curtains in the hallway being your only guide to lead you there. not that you needed it, so many times you’d made your way here and by now you’re sure you could get there by memory on the darkest of nights. 

your heart hurts, for more reasons that you know how to put into words, and the only thing you can think of to ease the ache in your chest is him but he is a part of the reason your heart is so heavy. he’s been so incredibly busy lately and in your own home- even when he’s only a few doors away working in the study- you feel utterly alone. 

you know you’re being a bit foolish when your heart tells you that he isn’t longing for you too. that he doesn’t look at you the same as he once did. that there’s a terrible and world shattering reason that he has stopped touching you each time you walk past him but you can’t stop the thoughts from burrowing into your heart and plucking at the strings each time you see him and are unable to tell if he’s missing you too. surely he is.. right?

your footsteps grow quieter the closer you get the cracked door of his office, the flicker of candlelight casting a ray of yellow on your face as you peek inside. he looks busy, hair hiding his features as he bends over his desk and the scratch of his quil fills the room. your chest tightens the more you watch him and before you can push open the door or say anything to let him know you’re there, your brain tells you to leave him be, not be a bother while he’s working and you take a step back. 

footsteps heavier than they were before, the floor creaks under your weight and you already want to cry because truly, you must be being a baby about all of this.. you know you are and now he’s going to see you being so weak.. even though the embarrassment and shame swirling in your stomach screams at you to hurry back to bed and pretend you didn’t come here, the call of your name from the voice you’ve longed to hear and the movements of your beloved getting up from his seat catch you like a wolf in a trap. 

“y/n? is everything alright?”

trying to hide your shame, you enter the dimly lit study with your arm wrapped tightly around your middle, your voice quiet despite how hard you try to speak normally. “y-yes, i..” i miss you, i want you, i need you, please.. i don’t know how much more i can take.. “i just wanted to check on you.”

when he touches your arm you dared look in his eyes and nearly broke at the sight of them, nearly succumbed to your tears and pulled him into you with all the force you could muster. when you felt your walls cracking just a little too much for your liking and your hands reach up for him, you broke your gaze and focused your eyes and hands on the details of his outfit instead.

“i didn’t mean to pull you away from work. i’ll go -”

“will you stay?” he interrupts. with little coaxing he ushers you to his desk and pulls you comfortably into his lap before returning to his work. one hand wrapped around your middle while the other goes back to his paperwork. 

it’s almost enough, you can feel the warmth in his touch seeping into your heart and melting the frost that covered it but for some reason your heart strings were being played like a violin handled by a child for the first time. just a little more.. could i please have more of you? you don’t ask with your words and instead your lips do the talking when they press against his neck. his muscular arm around you tightens and the small pleasurable sound that slips past his lips spurs you on, leading you up his neck, his soft hair tickling your skin, the smell of his shampoo invading your senses and will hopefully distract your mind.

he lets you take the lead but accepts each advance you make. strong hands help keep you steady as you move to straddle him and finally meet his lips, pouring all your passion, all your longing into each kiss you share, into every time your tongues touch. you don’t mean to be so desperate but you truly can’t stop yourself.. how long had it been since you felt him like this? it feels like it doesn’t matter when his long fingers sink into your skin and pull you flush against him while still allowing you the freedom to move as you please. 

you’re aching for more of him, for the pain in your chest to stop because why shouldn’t it now that you’re here with him, now that you have what you’ve wanted to badly? just a little more and it would stop.. a little more of him.. you tell yourself over and over as tears sting your eyes but you don’t let it stop your movements. pulling away from his lips, watching the string of saliva that connected you break apart you reach down for his throbbing cock.

not bothering to underdress either of you, and neither of you seem in mind, you push your panties aside and sink down on his dick. even with how wet you are, it hurts with his girth stretching you without any preparation, feeling like it’s splitting you in two. you move slow until you’re fully seated on his cock. normally you’d relish in the way he throws his head back, his mouth agape, but it’s impossible to do when you can’t see his gorgeous details through your teary eyes. 

he goes to tell you to be careful and take your time getting used to his size but all words are caught in his throat, drowned out by gritted teeth and moans when you begin to bob up and down on his length, your velvety walls sucking him in each down you move downwards. 

how were you always this tight? he wonders but his thoughts are broken in an instant, everything stops around him except for your shaking body and the hot tears staining his shirt where your head is buried on his shoulder. something isn’t right and when he hears your sobbing hiccup he knows instantly they aren’t trembles or tears of pleasure.

diluc

with all the worry held in his heart poured into his tone diluc calls your name, using his strength to still you, lift you off his cock and place you onto his thighs instead. pulling you from his chest is a much harder feat. you hold onto his vest tightly to attempt to stop him from moving you, from seeing your sorry state but you prove to be too weak to his words and the moment your strength fails, you’re on full display, staring into rubies orbs that display the pain on par with that of your own heart.

“what's wrong?” diluc pleads. “did i hurt you? … y/n.. love, please, talk to me. i’m worried..”

you shake your head, bury your face in your hands, let your tears seep through your fingers and crumble in his lap.  “diluc.. do.. do you miss me?”

your broken cry of a question causes his own eyes to sting. he doesn’t have time to calculate this scenario or think about what led to this so he lets his heart lead the way. it’s always an odd feeling for him but in the face of you breaking in his arms, he would move the stars and celestia to ease your pain and do the things he found most difficult. “y/n, every waking moment i am not in your presence i am missing you.”

you shake your head and sink further into your pit of despair. how could you be so stupid.. how could you still feel so heartbroken or have doubted his words.. how could- your thoughts are torn asunder when steady arms wrap around you and pull you into dilucs ever protective embrace, burying your nose in thick vermillion hair. he whispers sweet, honest, loving words into your ear as he holds you close and reminds you how much he loves you, how much he needs you, how much he has thought of you each time he’s away from you.

his confession of love doesn’t stop with his words. it doesn’t stop ever, not once your tears have dried, not once your smile, a genuine smile, returns, not once your lips meet again and he wraps you around him, taking you up the stairs and to your bedroom, placing you on the sheets ever so gently and showing his burning love through his actions, in a way only he could.

as diluc always did, he pulls you out of your pit, dusts you off and carries you to a place where there was only his warmth, his love and a promise to never let you feel this way again. 

pantalone

his large hands grip your hips and halt your movements, forcing you to sink down on his length fully and remain there. while one hand keeps you anchored in place the other brushes against your cheek, moving the hair out of your face and behind your ear, his gloved fingers lingering there a moment before caressing down your cheek.

“what is it princess?” he asks, leaning back further in his chair to attempt to get a better look at you but you don’t let him, holding onto his shoulders with your own surprising amount of strength. he doesn’t attempt to pull you off again and instead brings you flush against his chest while he’s still inside of you. “are you hurt?”

you shake your head but you know he won’t let you get away with not telling him the reason for your tears. so when you’re ready, you let out a hiccup, and try to speak. “do you- do you ever miss me?”

his hands on you grow even gentler. “is that what this is about?” 

your grip on his shoulders disappears, leaving his body cold. you try to bury your face in your hands to hide further from him in shame, it tells him the answer to his question and you feel as though his question- even though his tone was not one of annoyance or anger- answered yours, which only breaks your heart further. hes quick and tender with his movements, wrapping his long fingers around your wrists and bringing them to his lips, kissing each one of your knuckles, his eyes shining under his glasses when he peeks at you through his dark lashes. 

“of course i do. all i have ever wanted has been you, my darling,” he admits and his confession sends even more tears down your cheeks but this time not of sadness. you both know his work has kept him busy but he feels terrible that he’s let it get to this point and has every intention of making it up to you, in more ways than one. when he’s finished kissing your hands he moves them to wrap around his neck and hold on for stability as he stands from his seat, his hard cock buried deep in your pussy, and takes you to the couch in his office. the whole world is nothing but pantalone as he towers over you, ensuring your comfortability before asking, “will you allow me to show you just how much i’ve missed you?”

“please..” you beg, nod your head and he begins to move his hips, pulling his cock almost all the way out of your dripping cunt and sinking back in slowly. his pace continues slow as he wipes your weeping eyes and is now sure that the tears he caused were only ones of pleasure, all the while confessing his feelings to you, praising you, promising he wouldn’t allow you to cry over such things again. he couldn’t, after all the only reason he wanted to see your tears was because of how good he was making you feel and tonight he would do just that, over and over again.  

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[luckyshotwrites]

Ch. 74 // Mask-Less // Day 52

Contents (Warnings): Is it truly over? (Angst, very light blood mention, slight "hard vore", character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on - A03

Wordcount: 4,000 + (Hey! I know I usually say this at the bottom too, but I hope you having a great day. Thank you for reading this far).

Song I listened to on repeat for this chapter: Trainwreak - James Arthur/Beggin' - Violin Cover by Joel Sunny

Side note: This will contain experimental writing; first person (Lynette's view) will be implemented alongside third person for the two other essential characters, (mostly) Alexander and (occasionally) Drake. All their text will be italicized for those third-person moments, with the characters' names in Bold at the start and their thoughts in Bold. There may be other characters I write for using this.

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(Nov. 14th, Monday)

Lynette

It felt like time slowed. I couldn't even hear my heart. 

I smelled the rustic iron of blood, not mine; but a perfume that he wore. It was a natural musk that warned every part of me that I shouldn't be this close. If I was I would be adding to it.

It made me cling tighter. I couldn't move Kalin. He twisted in my grasp to position himself to take a bite out of my exposed neck. I never let my hair back down after work yesterday.

His hands came up to keep me from letting go almost as if he heard my body begging to let him go.

This won't be a bad way to die, I'll be helping someone instead of being a burden.

Just as I readied to feel him tear into me, he let go.

He pushed us apart and avoided a hand that reached out between us. Then briefly, my body glowed once the figures came forward. It felt a little heavier as if something was wrapped around it.

"Are you alright?" I met my bosses wine red gaze. My eyes quickly then shifting down to his uniform.

My mouth quivered, "ye-yes."

...

Edgar

He gently placed a hand on her back to prevent Lynette from falling backward.

Then, his pupils sharpened, and he fixated on every little noise. Eventually, the heartbeats were what he heard the most. Pete's heart was the most alluring, as usual, due to Edgar's tastes, but it wasn't that hard for him to pick up the four others besides Claudia, Pete's, and Lynette.

He switched to listen to theirs. Lynette's body pumped with adrenaline while Claudia's heart was erratic, panicked, and her strings reverberated guiltlessly. 

She wants to escape this situation; she's scared of them. 

Edgar deciphered the situation quickly. "Claudia, escape with Lynette, head back to the Pizzeria, and inform Sandra of the-"

His voice was cut as he felt the whirl of magic form a quick circle below the three of them. And soon a half-spherical blue barrier sprang up. It covered them.

Not even a second after, something struck it. 

"Fast, aren't ya?!" Pete's chuckled at the pink haired boy who tried to launch himself at the distracted Edgar.

Edgar saw the barrier bounce him off, "But you should really focus on your dancing partner!" Pete's said as he went to strike Kalin.

Edgar glanced back to the other two. He shifted back to Pete's occupying with the kid. 

"And Eddie, there's a counter lock on the barrier surrounding this place." Pete's added, his voice sounded like he spoke inside "bubble" that surrounded them. "It'd take time to defuse with a conscious user." 

Edgar kept that in mind, the other three he heard were getting closer. "Who are these people to you, Claudia?"

Claudia without hesitation like usual answered, "my family, or what's left." The Suntouched fae looked in the direction of Pete's and Kalin. "They won't let any of you leave alive now."

Edgar took a breath, he focused on the east wall of the cube. "We aren't asking for their permission."

The gently illuminated hollowed cube Claudia created shattered into pieces.

Claudia pushed back with Lynette as the shadow loomed over all of them. 

"Urtsi, it seems you got a few new friends?" The tall creature with a shimmering midnight blue scaled arm said.

Edgar's eyes traced it. A magic breaker? He didn't have time to think; the monsters next touch came for the barrier.

The vampires voice left sharply. "Run away from here, if the other two with her pursue you, keep your distance up between them and create barriers between yourselves." He felt relieved that Pete's at least put a cloak on Lynette when they arrived. He readied up his own attack, maintaining a keen sight of the one with the midnight blue scaled arm.

The red head pulled at Claudia's left "wing", "They are using her name. It makes it so she can't fight or move!"

The barrier shattered.

Edgar avoided the strike coming down.

He coaxed her mind with his own, and his voice. "Disrupt." The monsters sight and motor skills were thrashed under a dizzy spell.

The other two monsters with her broke out their forms and pursued Lynette and Claudia. 

"PETE's!" Edgar shouted.

"On it," Pete's turned away for a second.

Kalin took the opportunity to close the distance. Pete's shoulders rose. Kalin aimed to bite into them. Precisely where his wife, Olcay, had marked him. Even though he wore a jacket, and had a cloak, he protected the mark instinctively.

He threw his hand over it and tried to avoid him.

...

Pete's

The blonde with slick back hair couldn't move in time. The cloak broke, and his bite was so piercing it split the leather. His sharpened teeth sunk into Pete's lower shoulder.

Before Pete's could go to strike him, Kalin pushed off. The tug of his flesh caused him to wince. "I've been bitten harder than that." It made a smile perk on his face. He knew if Edgar wasn't engaged in a fight right now, he would have gave him a look and a playful eye roll.

Pete's initially expected a type of venom; there had to be a reason the kid would move in for a bite instead of anything else. Not that reversal magic couldn't help with it. Though, he felt the intrusion of magic in his body. And a seal whirled at the blood-ridden mark. He's a zombified magus. They could use curse magic and "zombify" by using their fangs as a conduit condition with their bite.

"You're way to cocksure when your friend can't even handle Hendra." Kalin said smugly as he licked over the crimson on his lips. 

Pete's could feel the magic overtaking his body. Normally, "zombification" puts the person bit at the mercy of the user, and a reversal can't undo complex spells. 

Pete's eyes bustled with his baby blue light. The seal at his shoulder shattered. 

Kalin furrowed his brows. 

"Cocksure? No, I just know to have fun." Pete's lowered himself and rushed at the pale skinny male. His shoulder healed over, "And you're right," a sparkling blue ring appeared in front of Kalin. The boy threw himself back, fearing what might come from it. However, he failed to notice the one Pete's created behind him. "why don't I let you tango with muscles instead!" 

Edgar was used to this.

Pete's would take on the more monstrous, while Edgar would take on those more magic-heavy. So, being pulled through a portal was natural for him, and it's why he struck Kalin so quickly and effciently. 

While Pete's entered through the ring in front and appeared right behind the giant monster Kalin referred to as Hendra, and her two lackeys. Her attention wasn't on Pete's.

His glowing hue scanned over every monster.

Generally an encryption required touch, especially when they were infusing them with spells. However, those like Pete's, who had refined the skill, only needed his sight.

All three monsters felt like something pressed at their faces, and before any of them could stop it, the encryption was done and the human case encompassed their bodies.

Pete's huffed out. It strained him to do three at once, especially on the bigger one, Hendra. And if they weren't caught off guard, it would have been harder to perform, as an encryption took a majority of the users concentration.  

He expected them to all turn to him yet, Hendra, still ordered the other two to go after Claudia and Lynette. 

Protect the kids. 

"EDDIE, TWO MORE BOGGIES!" Pete's yelled once they whizzed past him.

Edgar created a barrier to prevent them from moving forward. 

The one that once was a jumble of mixed parts faced Pete's. Normally, he'd be ready, especially as the human cases made monsters easier to fight. But...when he sealed and locked a human case...most monsters had clothes.

So now, standing in front of him was a naked woman. It's been a while since I had to make my own seal on them. He said in his head, staring for a moment.  

He then put a hand like a visor over his eyes. He made sure to keep track of her feet.  

"I don't suppose you want to give up, do ya?" Pete's asked as he tugged at his own jacket. "How about I cut you a deal too?" He switched hands to use as a visor so he could take his jacket off and revealed his black sleeveless, half-top compression tank. Pete's was a lot more endowed than he looked. "I give you my jacket in exchange you-"

Her feet moved.

He dropped his jacket and exhaled loudly, "Alright, guns out, buns out then." 

Most monsters relied on their unique traits or abilities that they were capable of in their forms, so locking them in a human case was used to "pacify" them.

Generally, their durability in the case remained, but their strength and speed were heavily reduced to a similar level to his own. 

Though, much like Hendra, some monsters had magic specialties as well.

Hendra's human-looking limbs flared out with brown fur that matched her mane. They extended out with thin, sharpened claws aimed at his throat. He dodged each swipe. He was used to playing defensive as he generally worked on supporting others. Sometimes, he did work offensively, but that took time and planning.

Hendra's being Creation Magic. It was the same type his son, Alexander, trained in and extensively used. Something Pete's, even though he taught Alex, wasn't as naturally talented in as him. Then again, Alexander had a reason to push himself with its variation: Size-Shifting.

His eyes went to the grand clock at her chest, and its faint lines of strings going to nearly everyone in the room. A slave lock. He hated that mark, but he couldn't worry about that now.

How do I handle her efficiently without killing her? He asked himself. He traced her movement, avoiding her slices to the best of his ability, occasionally falling victim to their cuts. He avoided them enough so they never cut too deep. 

"Why don't we talk this out? Maybe help me understand what you want with those kids." Pete's tried to distract her.

In turn, he distracted himself and he fumbled over a few broken cube pieces in the shallow water. He fell back. She smiled wickedly.

He rolled out of the way as she slammed her hands down, a few more arms sprouted from her back this time, much like Claudia. Except they were a faded gray, not clay-colored. One slammed down at his chest, pressing him into the ground, and the other went over his face, covering his eyes and mouth. Most spells in tandem with touch require sight or verbal command. 

Pete's had worked without both. He undid her human case, because it forced her form to grow and her grip to loosen. He slipped out before she fully pressed her new weight down. Then swiftly locked her back in the human form again. 

Her malice filled snarl intensified, "This is not a matter for you to involve yourself with, Magus." 

Her arms shifted, this time and did the same with her legs to increase her speed.

"For one, names Pete's, nice to meet ya, Hendra." He chirped, hearing the splash of water between them. Then his mind called with an idea. What else works good with water?

He smiled. Let's see how cunning you are, sweetie. He threw up a barrier, two small dense ones to block what she sent at him.  

"It's a shame you're not much of a talker, I think you have a nice voice." He teased as she roared out, breaking them.

He jumped back and a barrier formed near the ground. He landed on that. He'd no longer run along the floor. He'd dodge her in the air with a barrier forming under his every step. These required a line of sight. If an object is in the way, a user cannot create one. The space they want to build it needs to be clear. 

He arched his back forward to avoid another attack. "Whoa. You're getting closer with that aim!"

She started to destroy them indiscriminately. Pete's had to ensure he'd have enough by the end of it. Especially as he felt the buzz starting in his body and the air around him heating up.  

He needed time to focus on creation magic. It's one of the most delicate forms, due to its requirements, each variation posed some kind of risk. Elemental variation was no exception as a user had to build it up in their bodies before they can release it. The more talented could use it quicker, however, if they failed to concentrate the element could backfire inside of them instead.

He continued his concentration all this while making small barriers about a foot and a half tall. Very few remained. And it wasn't long before she caught onto his maneuvers and timed her own to strike into his chest.

He spun out into the air and promptly propelled every barrier he made in the air downward. She flinched, expecting them to all hit her, but they created a circle around her instead.

Once she realized she wasn't hit, she got ready to sprint out and attack. He threw his hands out fast as his fingers crackled with the light between them. And not a second after a whirr of lighting blasted from his body and at her. 

It erupted in a brandish from his fingertips. Unfortunately, he was falling and was thrown back further by the blast because he wasn't ground, so his shot was off course and struck into her arm first.

It still traveled down her body and sizzled when it caught across the water up to her ankles. The flow conducted across the surface, soon stopped barriers he placed in the ground to protect everyone else from it. Which shattered once they absorbed it.

His back struck the ground, sliding across it. Her muscles twitched, and so did his. She fell not long after him. The others with clocks in their chest did not fall, thus he knew she was either unconscious or temporarily paralyzed. He wanted to do more but he was satisfied seeing her jolt from the buzz. 

"HENDRA!" Kalin's voice erupted near Edgar. 

Then Pete's sprung up fast as spiked thorns shot up from the ground. He was struck with a few, and they almost pierced through his cloak. 

And he could hear the bottle rocket of a lad coming at him. Edgar looked distracted by the other two in human cases. They had magic specialities as well.

"I gave her the chance to give up, don't be mad at me, Kid!" Pete's yelled as he got ready to play with the pink-haired one again. This is hard when we have to watch what we do to them, huh, Eddie?

...

Claudia

Claudia regained her mobility, not that it mattered. Lynette and Claudia were trapped. There was a remanence of shattered cube pieces everywhere, big and small. Most were broken, and the whole area would collapse if Claudia left it. Right now, she had to concentrate on keeping the space together. 

Her head swiveled back to Lynette, and although she and Anubis were very different, Claudia felt the need to protect her like she did with the bit of his magic left in her core.

I'm not ready to die. It was selfish. Claudia told Lynette to run ahead earlier simply because Claudia didn't think she could handle her too. And yet, Lynette was willing to save her. You're so weak. Why did you help me? 

The redhead glanced up. Lynette's daze held the fear she was familiar with seeing at the pizzeria, but at the same time, Claudia could feel the worry Lynette had for them.

The entrance was close; Claudia had shifted it as everything went on. 

"You need to go; if they say your name, they can hurt you." Lynette pleaded. 

Claudia found it near impossible to smile, not that it would show much with her face plate. "Besides the fact that I'm keeping this space together, you're helpless, if I leave you'll surely die cloak or not."

Her face twisted in frustration, "I am, I know." She put her hands to the sides of her head and then she popped back up. Her hand tugged at Claudia's fingers. "You said you don't have your phone on you, right, was it left in the kitchen?"

Claudia nodded lazily and realized what she implied "It could be dangerous. Others could be waiting for us outside this space."

Lynette's determination, no, motivation to do something made her speak, "They might need help. They came here for us. I can't sit back and-" her voice dropped, "do nothing." 

Claudia's "wings" tried to grab at Lynette. Lynette fumbled back and turned to run toward the exit door. Claudia would have pursued if she didn't see Hendra weakly rise out of the corner of her eye. 

And the vision of Hendra standing over a defeated Pete's like Theieo wouldn't leave her mind. That never left her. 

"BEHIND YOU, STRANGER!" Claudia yelled to him. 

Claudia's voice across the field made Hendra's head snap to her. 

Pete's couldn't turn as Kalin kept his attention. "STAY OUT OF THIS AND RUN AWAY, KID!" He shouted back.

The seething anger burst in Hendra's hue. The Chimera's body disgorged into a flurry of fur. She didn't break her case, but she used her magic to make a replica of her form. Though much smaller than her original. 

Seeing her look like she did as a monster ignited the fear in Claudia's heart. And at the same time, all her rage. Maybe it was the confidence of the others nearby or the idea that she'd lose everything, but she wanted to fight. She didn't want to lose her freedom. 

Claudia's "wings" burst with fire, exploding at the encroaching enemy. 

Hendra leaped up with a flap of her wings in fanned the funnel of flames. 

She went over Claudia and the suntouched fae steered her hands upward with a cry.  

"URTSI." Hendra howled as if she said it to compete with a thunderous crowd of wails.

It didn't stop the fire from spraying into the air. Hendra's wings could only blow away so much. The rest of it spread across her body. 

As a monster, Hendra was terrifying. A chimera like her could steal the parts of others upon ripping off her own and attaching theirs, including organs. Her body naturally assimilated anything put into her as long as she had thirty perfect of her body still intact. 

In this case, she was sealed.

Hendra's tenacity couldn't be stopped by the smoldering flames. Her body slammed into Claudia. The ankle-deep water splashed up around them as the soil like floor underneath Claudia's body shook. 

Hendra whipped Claudia up by her head, her clawed hands squeezing down on her faceplate. Claudia hung limply. She was in consuming pain and stunned by her name. 

She had to keep the space together, and to do that, she stayed conscious. She had to stay alive.  

"You such an infuriating creature, "Urtsi. You've ruined everything." Hendra exasperated growl made her clench the mask tighter. It was cracking. Claudia's "wings" began to tremble. The coven had told her if that mask broke, she'd be dead. "I spend decades accumulating all those parts." Her face inched closer, "Do you know how many I had to kill to get them? Do you realize how valuable they are now? Some of those species went extinct!

"Stop it." Her voice uttered.

Claudia didn't care. She never cared what Hendra was after. She joined simply out of necessity. 

"Stop?" The mask creaked. The pressure grew unbearable. "I kept you alive all those years. You should have been grateful."

Though in the past she only watched what Hendra did from afar, Claudia knew she exploited everyone she had. She played it off like she did everything, but she didn't. She grew too lax, so satisfied with her process that Kalin was more of a threat. 

And the human case only helped harden that. 

Claudia's wings twitched, and her core started to kindle. It worked up her body as a giant crack split across her mask. 

She gasped in agony. I'm sorry I didn't live longer, Anubis.

"Hopefully, your parts might be useable, unlike the others of your species. Sure they were rare, but the magic dispersed once they died." She held little regard. "Maybe if you're fresh enough, it'll be different."

Then, with a quick suddenness, Hendra tightened, the sides of her claws dug in completely, and the mask shattered. Claudia couldn't see; everything was filled with white. 

Like before, years ago, her throat exiled a scream. She would take Hendra with her, end everyone tied to her. 

"I SAID STOP IT, HENDRA!" 

The fire came next, erupting from her throat, burning straight ahead through Hendra's arm in a beam. Though, it did not last, or did it? Claudia would never know as everything white turned black, and she no longer felt pain. 

...

Claudia. The name sounded so distant. Lame. She thought to herself.

Claudia! Was someone calling her name? Who was it? Freedom. It felt nice. I hope you liked it too, Anubis. 

"Claudia!" 

Her eyes immediately opened to the sound of the caring, soft voice, not used to yelling. And her eyes had trouble fixating on anything around her. It was indescribable. A brightness she had never seen before. Everything was so vibrant. Every detailed called her attention like they were saying, "pick me, pick me!" Was this her home? Yes. She knew it had to be because the couch with a riduculous amount of cushions was there as well as the broken skylight and an indent in the wooden floor. 

I should be dead. Claudia said in her head. Her vision fell on the two over her. Both looked exhausted. Or, more so, Pete's did with his torn clothes and lower energy. "Great to see you awake, kiddo." 

How am I alive? They told me if my mask broke... Her hands went to her face; she wasn't in her actual form but in her human case. They lied. 

"How are you feeling?" Edgar asked, a concern cast over him. Claudia had never seen him look like that before. She smiled like always until a thought finally hit her.

Claudia sat up immediately. 

"Sit your ass back down-" Pete's snapped, then shook his head, "butt, butt back down." He corrected and tried to help her back onto the pillows that held her head up. 

It was too late. Claudia's different colored eyes locked onto the redhead. The one whose voice she heard. She's alive; she lived. She felt at her chest and started to quickly baby crawl in a scramble toward Lynette. She didn't even pay attention to the others walking around her home. They seemed to be related to Pete's and Edgar as they were as concerned by her sudden movement too. 

Lynette squeaked and threw her hands up, "Claudia, you should be resting!" 

Claudia didn't listen. Her "wings" came out and wrapped around Lynette securely like a snake with its prey. 

"You're alive. You're-" I've known Lynette the least. Yet... This. This was okay. She was safe; they were safe. Her lids felt heavy with warmth. Her grin devilishly returned to her face. "I thought you would have died." 

Lynette squirmed a bit; she didn't look as uncomfortable by it as before. "Y-yeah...we both would have been."

Claudia's lips began to tremble with her smile. And tears streamed from her eyes. "If you didn't stop him, I would have died. We'd both be dead if Edgar and the stranger didn't show up." She started to laugh bubbles of relief. She didn't know how else to express it. Her wings and body trembled. She didn't see Hendra, Kalin, or the others that came with her. The clock at her chest was still broken, so she knew Hendra still lived. 

"Thank you for helping me too! You saved me from Kalin when he fell through the roof." Lynette's voice trembled with regret. "I didn't know what to do when that happened. I didn't know what to do in general."

She tilted her head, looking at the beacon-like bright orange hair. "What to do?" In Lynette's position, Claudia wouldn't give up her life for a stranger. "I don't know what you should do. I just know..."

And that's what compelled her to say what she did, "I want you to keep living, Lynette, like you want me too."

...

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[nicnevans]

Please I need to know 2 and 10 for Fi!

:> thank u thank u, ask and ye shall recieve ♥

2. How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

Aloud, he's extremely liberal with his use of "friend"; if he's met someone once, he'll call them "friend," and he'll be so warm and charismatic that they'll feel like one of his nearest and dearest. On some level, this is earnest; he likes to feel like his presence is enjoyed, like people will remember him fondly, like he could walk into any town or city and not have to be alone. It's not really indicative of how many friends he actually has, or feels he has, though, it's almost more like an insurance policy. He absolutely doesn't want to be alone. But in his internal monologue, he's a lot less sure of his standing with others, and much less likely to think of anyone outside of his immediate circle as a "friend." It takes a long period of acquaintanceship usually before he's comfortable truly thinking of someone as a Legitimate Friend, and not just a buddy-friend, a guy-I-bought-a-pint-for-last-time-I-was-in-town friend. (Barring tadpoles-in-skulls psychically linking him with his traveling compaions, of course. That pretty much shattered all the boundaries in his recent history.)

10. What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

Less a fact he'll excitedly talk about and more a show-and-tell. He's constantly playing around, composing new tunes, trying new ways of Making Pleasant Noises on his violin, incorporating them into melodies. Any time he's struggling to sleep (which is often) he'll sneak away out of earshot and just sit and play. And god help anyone who's around when he's managed to wrangle a new tune to completion. He will bounce into the conversation, commandeer it, and turn it into a performance of his latest piece. There will be no stopping him. Once he's got a New Thing to sound the way he wants it to, he needs everyone to hear it, and he'll sulk like a kicked puppy if his offer to show off is declined by his friends and loved ones.

[weirdly-specific character questions]

#asks #answered #lilas #hc: fi #he also loves to tell people about the time nuala broke her own nose but that one's such an old hc that it feels like #cheating to use it as an answer fkdgjhkdfg

[crystalromana]

‘Your playing is just a parlour trick, isn’t it?’ said Karl. The Doctor started as though he’d been struck. ‘You didn’t have to spend a lifetime sweating blood to become a virtuoso. The way your superior brain is wired, you could probably play the concerto with your feet. You’re just amusing yourself with us.’ ‘How dare you?’ thundered the Doctor. ‘How can you say that?’ ‘You’re a cuckoo chick. A pretender. You’re just doing your impression of a first violinist.’ The Doctor gave a bitter laugh. ‘And you’re jealous. Of me. Because I’m something more than human. Jealous.’ ‘Oh yes?’ snapped Karl. ‘Written any symphonies lately?’ The Doctor spun, suddenly, his arm arcing out. The violin shattered against the concrete pillar. It tore in half, the back bursting into chunks and splinters, the strings tearing out of their pegs or snapping in two. In an instant, the Doctor was holding a useless stick tangled in strings and hanging fragments. He let it fall from his hand. It made an ugly twanging thump as it hit the floor. Karl didn’t look at the Doctor’s face. They both stared at the ruins of the violin.

--

After lunch. Fitz had gone to see the composer. ‘I hope you’re not a messenger,’ Karl said.

‘Nah, the Doctor didn’t send me or anything. I just wanted to find out what happened.’

Karl showed him the shattered violin, his gift to the Doctor. He cradled it in his lap like the body of a pet. Fitz stared at it. ‘You can’t fix that,’ he said.

‘No.’

‘Are you really going to get someone else?’

‘If necessary,’ said Karl stiffly.

‘He just goes a bit over the top sometimes,’ said Fitz. ‘You know.’

‘Yes,’ said Karl, ‘I had noticed.’

--

Yeah, well, there’s not a rational explanation for everything.’ ‘Like locking yourself in a room and playing the violin all night?’ The corner of Anji’s mouth twitched. ‘He’s like a teenager who’s had a tiff with his best mate. He’ll be all right.

-The Year of Intelligent Tigers

#Zee reads #Eighth doctor #The year of Intelligent tigers #It's only been 30 pages and they're driving me insane #Doctor apologia

[sadsixtynine]

i hear from a friend of a friend that youre thinking about rings. but of course not for me. for the girl that doesn’t know i exist. i don’t know how i knew you were slipping away from me the past two weeks. but i even asked if you were ok. you said yes. then invited me over. why? why am i walking 35 minutes and riding two busses to see you three times a week? why did you just text me to ask how many advil you should take? why do we both still piss with the door wide open? why won’t you let go of me? why can’t you just let me get over you? why do you keep asking me back? 22 months i have been ready to give you every single beat of my heart. but you won’t let me. and you won’t let me go. i have been begging and begging the moon. please i cannot stand this life so close but not close enough. she knows my prayers by heart. but won’t take mercy on my shattered soul. you’re still taking up every damn corner of my mind.

you are every violin swell. you are every smooth rock i find in forests. you are everything. absolutely everything.

but you’re someone else’s everything. and i don’t know if i can do this anymore.

#love #poetry #fall in love #fucking ouch #heartbreak #lovecore #in love #sad thoughts #desperate #i want to curl up and cry #unrequited romance #unrequited infatuations #unrequited feelings #unrequited quotes #unrequited poem #unrequited affection #unrequited love #unrequited crush #unrequited pining

[lady-maria-the-wolf225]

a Short Mikey kitten story Part 1: (You're going to love this!)

Mikey being his usual self while irritating his brothers. call you on his phone while making kissy noises, rocket boarding all over the place, and most of all always begging his family about keeping a cat in the lair. Mikey always wanted a pet of his own. he feels his heart is half empty that besides having a human girlfriend, having a pet would make him feel whole. but sadly, none of his brothers even master splinter refuses to let him have a cat. So every night whenever there wasn't any patrols, or helping with chief Vincient on crimes at night, Mikey would sneak out of the lair and hang out at ally ways and empty streets where cats that ran away from home unable to go back or just natural street cats come out of the shadows. Mikey would bring Tuna, water, and a makeship cat toy made of a small fishing line, with a string and toy mouse attached to it. Mikey would also talk to the cats all the time. "I wish I could bring you guys home with me. but my dumbass brothers won't let me. I know how it's like being alone. it really sucks." just then the sun was rising, and Mikey says goodbye to the cats. as he leaves, he would hear the cats meowing which tears up his heart strings like a broken violin which is understandable to most animal lovers seeing pets on the streets. while he was heading home, he suddenly hears a tiny meow coming from one of the dumpsters. he jumps down and notices a small box. in the box was a tiny 8-week-old turtle shell patterned female Maine coon. Mikey picks her up and looked at her. "Hey there little gal. where's your mama?" the kitten had no mother at all and no warmth. he felt that she was freezing and needed a home. So Mikey decided to take her in and hopes that his brothers would be okay on having him keep a kitten instead of a usual grown-up cat. Mikey quietly got to the lair and grabbed Donnie's heating blanket, and a baby bottle with warmed up whole milk. he sets the kitten down on the blanket and warmed it up making sure he doesn't set it to scorching hot. he then fed the kitten and smiled. "I forgot I didn't give ya a name. hmm. let's see. your fur is like my shell, and you have a sweet loving personality." he thought and thought for a long while until he finally got one. "I got it! I'm gonna name you Cookie. how's that sound?" he pets her and hears her purring. his heart melted when he heard her purring for the first time. he lays down and yawned as he puts her next to him. "Goodnight cookie." he kisses her and soon falls asleep feeling whole and happy. that morning, Mikey was deeply asleep until his brothers shouted at him. "MIKEYYY!! GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!!" Mikey jumped in fright as he heard them. he got up from his bed, and shakingly walked towards them. "Y-yeah bros?" Leo held out Cookie by her fur with one hand and Mikey tries to grab her. "No Leo! don't hold Cookie like that! she is fragile and isn't hurting anybody!" Raph scoffs at his younger brother. "Oh fuck. he gave it a name too." Mikey looks at Raph upset. "SHE is not an IT!" Donnie asks Mikey in a serious tone. "Where did you get this cat from? and it's bigger than a regular cat." Mikey explains to Donnie. "First off, I found her by the garbage dump. she was all alone, cold, and starving. so, I took her in hoping you guys can say yes in having me keeping her, and second, she is a Maine coon Donnie. you don't know anything about cats more than I do! so back off!!" Leo talks to Mikey very sternly. "Mikey! the kitten has to go by tonight! you understand?" Mikey suddenly starts to tear up as his heart begins to shatter. Raph gets annoyed and spoke. "Ugh! here we go with the crying! Grow up Mikey! quit acting like a damn 3-year-old! you're a grown man! that cat has got to go, and that is final! ya got that? get over it!" Mikey grabs the kitten and runs off crying his eyes out. he slams his bedroom door, and his brothers shook their heads thinking they are living with an adult man child. Mikey held onto Cookie crying on his bed feeling saddened by all this unsure what to do at this point. hopefully he can think of another way.

TO BE CONTINUED.... @raisin-shell @kawaiibunga @raphslovemuffin80 @nikitaboeve @selfless1978 @post-apocalyptic-daydream @turtlesmakemehappy @shikobahkin @angelcatlowyn @mysticboombox @turtle-babe83 @foreignbrunette @nittleboo @thelaundrybitch @dai-su-kiss @cowabunga-doll @roxosupreme

#tmnt bayverse #michaelangelo #leonardo #donatello #raphael #kittens #love pets #short story

[waiting-on-a-dream]

𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍!

First trial trailer voice lines:

Ichiro: I don't understand...

Akane: You have everyone's lives in the palm of your hands!

Daisuke: You knew damn well it would end like this.

Suzume: I did it for you!

Haku: I can't believe you let me play Piano Tiles.

Yui: How could someone like me murder anyone?

Rin: It's your fault for breaking our promise.

Noa: Haha, it's probably because I think I deserve it...

Kiyoshi: I shall cooperate to the best of my ability then.

Mayumi: I tend to think too much.

Their introduction lyrics:

(You know when the prisoners show up with their mugshots and everything, Es sings two lines about them? Yeah.)

Ichiro: “UNDER” I took matters into my own hands, things just don't work out the way I want them to

Akane: “UNDER” Always aloof and independent, will anyone ever see me?

Daisuke: “UNDER” The hole within me cannot be filled, what should I do?

Suzume: “UNDER” Love is a mysterious thing after all, I won't give up

Haku: “UNDER” I will not forgive, there is someone I must protect

Yui: “UNDER” I've worked so hard, shouldn't I be rewarded by now?

Rin: “UNDER” Promises are absolute, yes that's right

Noa: “UNDER” It's all my fault, why am I like this?

Kiyoshi: “UNDER” I'm running frantically, just a little longer...

Mayumi: “UNDER” I simply did everyone a favor, I did nothing wrong

Where did their murders take place:

Ichiro: Bathroom

Akane: Messy bedroom

Daisuke: Dining room

Suzume: Dark alleyway

Haku: Music room

Yui: Stage

Rin: House rooftop

Noa: Ocean

Kiyoshi: Interrogation room

Mayumi: Hospital room

Scenes that show their past:

Ichiro: He's sitting on an unmoving swing in an empty playground, looking at the ground.

Akane: She's sitting on an old mattress with her knees tucked to her chest, curled up into a ball.

Daisuke: He's in an empty bar, gently touching someone's arm.

Suzume: She's staring into a window of a jewelry shop.

Haku: He's sitting by a piano, pressing his fingers to the keys.

Yui: She's dancing in her room, hair swaying about entrancingly.

Rin: He's standing outside the doorway of a classroom, shoulders stiff as he looks ahead.

Noa: She's lying in bed, her hand held in someone else's.

Kiyoshi: He's carrying a box, approaching a car with an open booth.

Mayumi: She's sitting in her living room, knitting a sweater.

Scenes that show them killing the guard:

Ichiro: He's holding Haruto by the shoulders, keeping his head underwater. Look closer and you'll see a single tear on Ichiro's cheek.

Akane: She's beating Haruto with a glass bottle. It shatters as it hits his head. She's shouting angrily.

Daisuke: He's got a gun pointed at Haruto's stomach.

Suzume: She's behind Haruto, holding up a bat.

Haku: He's standing over Haruto who's lying in a pool of blood, playing the violin. (Savage)

Yui: She's jerking away from Haruto as a stage light falls on him.

Rin: He's bent over Haruto's limp body, crying into his chest.

Noa: She's suspended in water with Haruto, floating with an almost peaceful expression.

Kiyoshi: He's grabbing Haruto by the collar, yelling into his face.

Mayumi: She's injecting something into Haruto's arm as he lies limp.

Miscellaneous reactions~!

(Just like Lina, here are my prisoners' reactions to their canon verdicts~! They're not in proper order though.)

"It's not fair! She broke her promise! She deserved it!!!"

"Love will always pull through, huh?"

"That's right. This is the only acceptable verdict for me."

"Why? Even though I asked for the death penalty..."

"...I guess I really don't deserve to be loved."

"So you do understand."

"For real? Your moral compass must be a roulette wheel."

"At least vote consistently."

"Yeah. That guy deserved what he got."

"*Heavy breathing* GAHHHHHHHH! How dare you???!!!!"

#huh...undercover reveals a lot of things about the prisoners in hindsight #prisoner 001: kanai ichiro #prisoner 002: kobayashi akane #prisoner 003: iwamoto daisuke #prison guard: suzuki haruto #prisoner 005: endo haku #prisoner 006: sasaki yui #prisoner 007: shigeru rin #prisoner 008: watanabe noa #prisoner 009: miyahara kiyoshi #prisoner 010: okura mayumi

[queerleaflet]

(Can’t remember if I sent you one) so 24. whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

"Listen, can you hear it?" "Hear what?" "Shh...just listen!"

Hushed tones died down as as the man shifted in the satin sheets, pointing towards the open window that let in the light of the city. Whatever Hythlodaeus was hoping them to hear, it was barely noticeable beyond the comings and goings of night life below. Barely...but not impossible. At the corner of his attention, the tiniest of creatures sang in evening reverie. Like a violin, short and sweet, calling out for company in the darkest of nights. For a moment, the world felt quieter. "I signed off on them just last week, they call these meliomorpha...bell crickets. Aren't they delightful?" "They certainly sound it..." Azem hummed, leaning into the outstretched arm of their lover. A kiss was planted on one bicep, returned generously with another on the forehead. "Would it not for the other ambience, I would enjoy a night of just this..." "Yes, well, Amaurot never sleeps." they heard the smirk in Hyth's voice, and the two both knew what the other was thinking. "Amaurot's not the only thing that never sleeps...and I think that's a grave injustice." sighed Azem, shifting away from the warm body into the cool, empty mattress far too big for just the two of them. "You want to try your hand at talking to him?" "Try's a very funny word." got his partner to chuckle. Reaching out for their robes, Azem donned them loosely over their bare body, and made their way out the door. Lamplight illuminated the corner of the outside room, a splash of gold amidst the navy of the night. And as expected, the man in question himself sat, writing diligently a report for who-knows-what in the dead of the night. "Emet-Selch? It's an ungodly hour of the night, would you please come get some rest?" What was asked was met with a grunt and a handwave, furrowed brows barely twitching at the sound of another soul approaching. Very well, he had got it bad. Be it a deadline or delay, his dear friend would gladly sacrifice his health to get the job done. That just would not do for Azem. Quiet footsteps echoed down the tile, warmth of two bodies' auras proximities, and with the quiet of all but the scratching of pen against parchment...Azem would move in to whisper. "Come to bed with us...Hades." the tiniest mewl only Emet Selch could hear, close enough to feel Azem's lips brush against his ear, the soft skin of the lobe. Sleepy, hot breath that sent a chill down the man's spine. "Y-you're insufferable." his voice cracked, but the stubbornness had already been shattered. "If I miss this deadline...it'll be on your head."

Taking a moment to stretch out the stuck in his bones from sitting so long, the two would make back to bed. A warm, clean, full bed, where the three could snuggle up and listen to the crickets till their consciousness slipped.

#amaurot #ffxiv #final fantasy #drabble? #kore/percy #azem #emethythwol #emetxwol #emetxazem #hythxazem #emetxhyth

[solar-lombax]

Yes yes yes

#Yes I know their violin shattered #The owl house #raine whispers

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

FREAK LIKE ME- J.B BARNES

Pairing:  Boyfriend! Bucky  x  Female! Reader

Word Count: 690

Summary: bucky wants to try something new in the bedroom, wanting to film you so he can watch it during his long missions away from you. lights camera, action...

Warnings: fingering, overstim, smut implied, petnames, swearing, bucky  licks ur cum off his fingers 0_0, daddy kink, subspace, pornography, praise kink

You had no idea how long the little red dot had been staring down at you.

It could have been minutes, or it could have been years. Time had simply floated away, a lost balloon amongst the clouds as your neck lolled against the silk pillow. 

Two hands were needed for the number of times you had shattered from Bucky’s touch alone, the lines of pain and pleasure beginning to blur. He straddled over your hips, video camera in hand as he peered at you. 

You heard the lens whirl as he zoomed in, a cheeky grin plastered across his face as he looked at you through the tiny screen. “Awh is my little bunny all fucked out?” he cooed, eyes raking over your worn-out figure. 

Yes. So fucked. you attempted to mutter out, but all that left your parted lips was blubbers and gibberish. He laughed at your antics, camera raking down to capture your breasts that moved with each shaky breath you took. 

A part of you felt vulnerable, this side of you being recorded and captured. Another part of you craved it. Bucky had suggested it, and you had hesitantly completed. It's just for you, right Jamie? you had asked, head tilting back to meet his gaze from where you sat at his leg, his hand stroking your hair soothingly. I promise bunny. Maybe Steve too. he winked, earning him a little smack on his knee. 

Now here you were, body taut and aching. Your legs shook and quivered from the aftermath, breaths coming in shallow pants as you bit your swollen lips. Subspace had taken its hold on you, your brain a pile of mush. 

“Daddy…” you whined, hand reaching to grab his, sliding it from your shaking thigh to rest on your lower core. “What's the matter little love?” he murmured, smirk growing as his palm was met with the stickiness of your juices. “It hurts s’bad. Tingles.” 

“Awh bunny you still have the tingles? Daddy need to take them away again? S’needy.” he clucked his tongue, aiming the camera down to where his hand lay, making you gasp as he tapped your cunt gently. Your hips bucked up instinctively, a low chuckle leaving his throat. 

“Now you gotta be a good little girl and take it. No whining, I know she's sore.” he murmured, setting the camera down so it faced the bed, where the two of you were. “No wai-” Your pleads were cut short as his two fingers entered your weeping hole, your wetness trickling down his wrist as he held your quivering thighs open. 

A wail escaped your throat, back arching as you cried out. “ Give in baby bunny. Daddy's here, shhhh.” he reassured, fingers curling as he hit your spongy walls. You squeezed him like a vice, each movement of his scissoring and thrusting making you keen. “Daddy… can’t-” you moaned, hand trying to push him away with no use. Your bones were jello, insides fuzzy as he played you like a violin. 

“Ah ah ah I thought I said none of that? Be a good girl like I know you are baby, you gotta learn.” he tutted, stroking your inner thigh lightly as your muscles began to slack, the fight gone out of you. Tingles erupted down your spine, the butterflies in your stomach turning to wasps as Bucky stroked your g-spot. 

Tears leaked out of your glassed over eyes, spilling across your heated cheeks. “S’tight no matter how many times I open ya up lil love. God fuck.” he murmured, his low, gruff voice intertwining with your frantic whines as your orgasm approached. You had no time to prepare, mouth agape in a silent scream as you squirted, juices drenching his arm. Your eyes rolled to the whites, vision blurring as you swam in and out of consciousness. 

“S’good…” you whispered, the euphoria consuming you whole. “Such a good girl bunny. My good girl.” he winked, bringing his fingers to his lips, sucking on them. He let them go with a pop! That was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky imagine #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barns x y/n #bucky barnes x fluff #bucky barnes x smut #bucky barnes x you #the winter solider #the winter solider imagine #the winter solider smut #the winter solider fanfiction #the winter solider x reader #james buchanan barnes #james barnes #james barnes x reader #james barnes fluff #james barnes x y/n #sebastian stan #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x reader #bucky fic #bucky x y/n #james barnes smut #the winter soldier #bucky barns x reader

[fratboykate]

Hailee’s new tiktok really gives Frat Boy energy for me idk and I had to immediately go here and report it to you :))) maybe Kate in KYFBAU tries to serenade to Yelena for valentine kinda thing?? and Yelena is so shock cause Kate CAN sing ;)))

Lmao I don't like throwing the kitchen sink at characters but let's "YES AND" it for a moment, entertain it, and say she can sing. I would one thousand percent drop the bomb at her dad's wedding.

It'd be like the middle of the reception and it's just been awkward as hell the whole night because, again, Kate brought a whole girlfriend to a room that's like 60% Republicans lol. Most people haven't outright said anything because if there's one thing rich people can be is FAKE AS FUCK in the moment but you can feeeeeeeeeeel the tension and Kate knows her phone is going to be blowing up come tomorrow morning. But Kate just like kisses Yelena's cheek, squeezes her hand, and goes "Gotta do something. Be back in a bit." And Yelena is like "???????????? BITCH YOU'RE NOT ABOUT TO LEAVE ME AT THIS TABLE ALONE ARE YOU?!??????????!!!!!" But Kate has to go. Yelena sees Kate talk to someone by the stage and then she disappears behind it.

They've had SOLID entertainment all night. The dad is marrying some girl that might as well be Undeclared Freshman (she's like 28 but Yelena is an ass lol) so there's been a few famous faces coming in, singing a few hit songs for The Youth scattered around the room, and bolting out after they cash their large check. So after like fifteen minutes Kate's dad grabs the mic and he gives this whole speech about how family is the most important thing to him and he ends it with how his wife and his kids getting along is paramount to his life so having his princess, his munchkin, his bb girl, his angel bb, the baby who will follow in his footsteps and run his empire, the child with the most beautiful voice he's ever heard sing a few songs at his wedding for his new wife is the honor of his life. And Yelena is like "BITCH THE FUCK WHAT DO YOU MEAN *MY GIRLFRIEND* SINGS?! I'VE NEVER HEARD THIS ASSHOLE SO MUCH AS CARRY A TUNE?! SHE DONT EVEN SING IN THE SHOWER WHAT?!" Her eyes are GLUED to the stage and out comes Kate, outfit changed and everything, with a band following her. Like...is her underwear not ruined enough from the dress do we have to add this too? Yelena is the first person she finds in the crowd and her face makes Kate chuckle on stage. BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE...Kate doesn't just walk to a mic no no no no no OH NO she sits at the Baby Grand that's set up on the stage and Yelena is like "TRULY WHAT ALTERNATE DIMENSION HAVE I FALLEN INTO THAT THIS MESS OF A HUMAN NOW ALSO PLAYS THE FUCKING PIANO?!" And Kate just rips into it and the voice that comes out of her deadass knocks the air out of Yelena. If she wasn't in before she's in now.

Second song........Kate grabs........a guitar???? Listen, are we just fucking playing a prank on her here? Because there's just no way.

So this bitch has her moment and comes off stage and Yelena is looking at her bulgy eyes and Kate is deadass laughing cuz Yelena looks like she just got run over and came back to life. Before she even sits down she just...

"I can also play the violin and the drums. Parents were big on music, I was half good at it, and it got me out of the house so..."

Kate says with a shit eating smile on her face.

"Do you have any more earth shattering news you plan on dropping on me tonight?"

"No. No. I think I'm fresh out."

"What was that?!"

"That is the little circus performance my dad has me do at all of his weddings. I've heard that exact speech and sang those exact songs five times now. Everyone in this room who has been to the four other weddings must be so bored by it."

"I'm..."

"So impressed and in love with me and can't wait to get home so you can kiss me?"

"That's one way to put it."

#but yes hailee does exude natural dumb boyfriend energy #again...it's that incomplete fruit setting in her brain #she WAS meant to be the dumb boyfriend #they just fucked it up upstairs lol #kyfbau #anonymous #answers #kyfbaup

[sprinklesandshatters]

A Review on NCT 127′s 3rd Album <Sticker>

So NCT 127 just came back with their 3rd Full Album <Sticker> and this is my first 127 comeback since I became a fan last year! Neozone is such a special album for me as it was their first album that I explored entirely. I've known NCT as the group who never fails any expectations so I've kept mine up although I know they'll exceed it anyway. And guess what, they did! I absolutely love their new album hence this review~

This isn't a technical music review—as I am not a musician myself—but rather a listener's honest takes, goofy notes, and interpretation on each of the tracks in the album. I admit I've also struggled to build my own opinions on some of the tracks until I listened to them over and over again.

I have also heard there are mixed opinions on the title track <Sticker> and a lot says it's another acquired taste. But I think it's not just that, as it can be a grower, just like how most of NCT's songs were for me. Maybe after a few listens and a right passage of time, it will grow on those people. The bottom line here is, I like it a lot! 😛

So I listed down the songs according to their respective track numbers and followed each with a bulleted list of my opinions and interpretations.

(Viewer/reader discretion: before you continue, minors, do not interact as there are few 18+ contents under the cut. Thank you.)

1. Sticker

THEY DIDN'T JUST PUNCH A NEW NOTCH ON THE BELT LIKE THAT

THIS SONG SLAPS, LITERALLY SLAPS… AND WHIPS 

The recorder at the intro boyyyy I thought something was wrong but then I remember it’s NCT lmao

It already stuck in my head from my first listen from the Instagram audio.

With Taeyong opening the verse with his divine rapping, I knew I'm in for a new ride.

STICK-UH STICK-UGH STICK-UGHGHGH

To those complaining it sounding like noise music, imagine it sounding generic. I don't think it would fit as the title track. Not a b-track or in their repertoire, even. They are called NCT because they define the NEO in the music culture and music technology!

It honestly was an unorthodox, just like all of their title tracks, which I’m inherently here for.

Literally, no one does it like them!

The growls and the vocal flexes and adlibs! (You can tell it has Yoo Youngjin's brand.)

The crisp metronome sound that’s consistently ticking except for the pre-chorus and the dance break adds depth to the soundscape. I love how it’s used instead of the usual snaps.

The production quality blew my mind. Like how can someone think those melodies would sound so exquisite? CAN I CALL THEM GENIUS?

The piano at the back, oh my God—Yes! It adds this mystifying element to the song.

I'm not sure if it's a midi violin at the pre-chorus, but it added thrill to the song. It was a great transition from the bass line in the verses to the combination of the flawless harmony with the same instrumental.

"You treat me like a boy, like a grown-up child chasing a dream" JUNGWOO BABY NO MORE HUH

Taeil, Doyoung, and Haechan—the bridge vocal trinity!

But why the heck are they cowboys? I dig the concept, but why? LMAO

BTW GUNSLINGER MARK I’M ON MY KNEES YEEHAW

This is easily one of my favorite tracks from NCT 127's entire discography 💚

2. Lemonade

(⌐■_■)

Jaehyun starting off this song with his deep voice eee

The song opens to a verse oozing with chill confidence. They're like, yeah you're lurking because we’re cool.

This is such a huge slap to their haters. NCT's not chillin' like a villain, nah they're the main characters!

Well maybe they’re villains, but still ya not cooler than them ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Funny enough how they could have just referred haters as simply lemons whose sour/bitter to the taste, but 127 squad's success is sweeter than all the haters' spiteful remarks so yeah, SIPPY SIPPY LEMONADE 🧃

"WOOF"

I might have just barked too wOW

Yuta’s vocals hooooO his voice just sounds so glamorous mhmm

Also Mark referencing their previous title tracks such as: Firetruck, Cherry Bomb, and Regular (it's Irregular in the lyrics) in his rap part 👌💅

I just love Mark's energy when he raps. HE RESOLUTELY BITES AND STRAIGHT UP EATS EVERY TIME HE DOES.

3. Breakfast

Now breakfast time, oh jeez!

AAAHAHFU—

Summer 127's bestie!

If Summer 127 talks about dancing all night long, Breakfast is the morning after.

You know what it is.

"Even if I gulp and drink you, it's not enough for me." oho Taeyong no you ha—STOP

Sexual innuendos aside, isn't it just sweet if someone tells you they'd want to have breakfast with you every day?  Okay maybe I'm melting at the thought 😩🙈💞

And I can see myself dancing to this song as I make breakfast (in the afternoon or at midnight bc I’m crazy)

This was an okay b-track for me at the first skim on the album, but boy it grew on me wildly.

Honestly one of my favorite tracks in this album.

4. Focus

Did I just invade a private call? LMAO

The analog voice filters make it like so.

Dude, this feels intimate in the level of eavesdropping a phone call between seasoned lovers. Then you realize you hear them whispering their kinks over the line and you're ooh, that's sexy! hfgklhfhf

My first listen to this, I almost went feral because,

"I can't wait to eat you…" when it's actually "I can't wait 'til we chill…" aahaha

"Baby call me when you want me." OKAY!

This sounds relaxing and chill. I'd love to play this on a late night drive or just before bed time along with Fly Away With Me, Sun & Moon, My Youth, and Long Flight.

Belongs to ‘make out session’ playlist  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

That was lowkey a playlist recommendation, huh?

I'd be kidding if I don't say I could touch myself while listening to this song AHAHAFGHFJFJ

I didn't know this would grow on me this much lol I love love LOVE THIS!

5. The Rainy Night

Ooh, the holy melancholy!

Piano at the intro—I knew I'd cry to this.

This song isn't just about break-up, but the heartbreak after one.

The yearning; the remnant pieces from the shattering of what was once there.

I think I crumbled from this one.

This hit so hard I felt like I fit in the shoes with the lyrics throughout the entire song.

What’s fascinating is I clearly forgot the title when I mentally said this sounds like a sad rainy day song from the first listen.

Something I’d turn up when it suddenly rains, just because I want to feel the blues.

Taeil and Haechan singing in lower register? I wanna cry :( they’re just one of the best vocalists in K-music industry right now.

Could have been also nice if they added Yuta to the vocals.

"My selfish heart who waits for you to come back," OKAY WHO HURT THEM?

And the fact that they sang it so good that it translated every ounce of the emotions well even before I looked up for English translations is the reason why I love this song too.

6. Far

Hmm… What the hell?! Do I like this? Wait...

Alright!

The jumpy vibe from the first verse to the pre-chorus set the mood for this song. It sounds merry and heavy. It was honestly too much to take until I’ve reached the chorus part.

Honestly, I think this song could fit NCT Dream better, as it gives off a vibe similar to Hello Future's b-tracks. If some credible source say this could have made HF’s track list, I might believe you too fast.

Also Dream’s Deja Vu where they go na nananananana na na na~

Playful yet confident! That’s what I mean!

As usual, the vocals are insane! Vocal flex from left to right!

I swear Jungwoo sounded a bit like Taemin at the second verse that I had to replay it hahaha

I love hearing Johnny as a vocalist! SM, how many signs do you need until you utilize his vocal talent???

Taeil's part where he sings, "go nuts, go nuts, 'til we go bust, go bust" IDEK BUT I SNORTED A LAUGH AT FIRST LISTEN HFCAHKFHK

Not my favorite, but still great though!

But wait it’s actually stuck in my head???

7. Bring The Noize

Yes, they never beat those noise music allegations

HERE'S SOME NOIZE, BITCHES

I love me some noisy percussions. AND THE BASS YO

This screams so much confidence!

The build up from the pre-chorus to the chorus—FIRE!

This song reminds me a lot of SuperM's Super Car, especially with the engine roar samples and the battle cry-like singing at the chorus.

JAEHYUN RAPPING? You mean Jaehyun the visual, the vocalist, the actor, the model, the funny dude, aka my everything?! (markie bb look pls look away for a moment)

THEY DELIVERED IT STRAIGHT FROM NEOCITY THAT'S SOME NCT MUSIC RIGHT THERE NO ONE DOES IT LIKE THEM

When I said I'd play Focus on a late night drive, and if I add this in the playlist, VROOM VROOM SPEED LIMIT WHAT

OUTTA MY WAY

“We got no shame” ouh TAEYONG’S FLOW IS JUST VERY HIM AND HE’S IN A LEAGUE OF HIS OWN

You know what's so clever about this song? It's how it ended with Mark's final rap without any instrumental, leaving you  standing there with a doppler effect-like post experience.

A super car on a super speed just whooshed past you and you look its way as it zips through the road. It's gone in an instant but you're floored dumbfounded at a sidewalk. That's how I describe this song.

8. Magic Carpet Ride

This song… Wow. Oh gosh it's so beautiful.

Their harmony in the chorus—it makes me want to kiss someone so passionately that I'd cry.

This makes me want to feel love that transcends the universe. Literally, just please take me on a magic carpet ride :(

The background harmonies too oh my goodness—HEAVENLY.

Jaehyun's voice is so warm and soulful it fits perfectly with songs of this genre.

Okay alright Doyoung Grande!

And Taeil makes me feel like I'm listening to old school R&B.

The first time I heard this from the track video, I can't stop replaying because it's just that great.

This makes me want to love. I think that sums it up.

9. Road Trip

This is such a soothing song for me, especially how I easily become nostalgic thinking about the road trips I've had.

Whenever I listen to this, my brain immediately conjures up thoughts of my ideal getaways. Gazing at the sky through the car window, stirring up from a nap in the middle of the ride, and   eventually reaching your destination.

Oh, to travel around anywhere... (curse you covid-19)

Okay that's it. I'M PACKING UP.

But where do I go—

I could also imagine Mark playing this on the guitar and the other members sing along together, something like that.

Just Wholesome™ vibes.

I love how it evokes such a nice emotion within me effortlessly.

This isn't my favorite, but I still love this.

10. Dreamer

Eyyyy such a refreshing song!

This song is so bright it makes me want to dance. I play this first in the shower!

It reminds me so much of Elevator (from Neozone)

The horns make it more lively I think!

Yuta and Jungwoo's voice suits lively songs like this.

The background vocal in low register in Taeyong's part in the first verse is so good ahhfhf

Taeil, the R&B vocal king you are...

There's this part where Doyoung and Johnny harmonized, that at first listen they seemed to clash, but it sounded actually fine after a few listens. Maybe it's just that I've never heard them do it before.

And I think it's Doyoung's laugh at the end of the bridge? Oh my goodness I really love this too!

11. Promise You

MY FIRST LOVE AND MOST FAVORITE SONG IN THE ALBUM!!!

The first time I heard this from their NCIT Sharehouse Sitcom, I fell in love with the song already.

It sounds like something you'd feel from a warm, welcoming hug.

The lyrics are so beautiful and endearing. It's definitely a be-there-for-you type of song that will touch your heart.

It definitely sounds like a promise.

A song about platonic intimacy.

This really fits to be the closing song of the album. It's like the end of it but holds a promise that says “see you soon.”

Because they cherish their fans like that.

It's also like I've watched a movie with a happy ending, where the camera pans up to the clear sky and this song starts playing.

Speaking of ending, I would love to hear them sing this as an encore stage in their concert. You know, that moment just before the stage lights die down at the end of the concert where they send final blows of flying kisses to NCTzens. Then you come home smiling and crying.

This wasn't supposed to be this long since I originally planned to write this with just simple phrases and emojis but I got too engrossed lol. I also meant to include my own ratings but I figured it’s pointless since I can’t really decide about them hahaha

I really enjoyed the whole album and I love how they're progressively defining what NEO means by breaking through standards. It's not NCT music if it doesn't make you say "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?" But then you realize it’s stuck in your head and you’re enjoying it already.

✨ OVERALL RATING: 127/10 💚

if you’ve reached until here, thank you for letting me share you a braincell or two 💞

#this was too long oh goodness #idek if some of you will actually take interest to read all these blabbers but yeah #but it was fun listing these down hahaha #nct 127 #nct #sticker #sticker.talks #taeil #johnny #taeyong #yuta #doyoung #jaehyun #jung jaehyun #jungwoo #mark #mark lee #haechan #nct fluff #nct smut #nct reviews #long post

[noire-pandora]

DAY 2-Slow Dance.

Here we go, another super cheesy, super indulgent Solavellan piece for @14daysdalovers​ Thank you for reading. If you feel like leaving kudos/comments, you can also find it on my Ao3.

"Where are we, Solas?" asked Elluin, her voice touched by reverence.

Walls of crystals glowed around her, warmed by a light source hidden from her eyes. The coloured threads filtered through the multi-faceted glass and spilled across the solid floor, shades of green, yellow, and red mingling with the opulent gold.

As she stepped onto the floor, barefoot and free of the constraints of her usual boots, the magic tickled her warm skin, swirling greens and reds around her toes like grass in a field of wildflowers.

But here, it did not smell like a field of flowers. A sweet but subtle aroma tickled her nose, of frankincense and oranges. She closed her eyes and inhaled, filling her lungs with the scent, her muscles instantly relaxing.

"We are in a ballroom," he said, and Elluin opened her eyes to listen to him, to absorb every word with an unwavering curiosity. "This is but a humble dream of one of the many ballrooms in Elvhenan."

"Elvhenan?" She whispered, afraid of shattering the dream with her voice. "A dream that old?"

"Yes," he nodded, clasping his hands behind his back as he always did when Elluin showered him with questions. "If you look closer, you can see the dream fading."

"Where?"

"There," he pointed to the ceiling, where the colours billowed into a green vapour and swirled upward into the infinite sky. "Soon, this dream will be lost in the vastness of the Fade."

"What a shame," she sighed, wondering how many dreams have already been lost to the passage of time.

"But that is not the reason why I brought you here, Vhenan," he touched her cheek with his long fingers and she followed his hand to the center of the room.

When he stopped, she pressed her cheek against his warm hand and a satisfied whimper came from her lips. No matter how many times he touched her, the feeling of his fingers on her skin never ceased to bring with it a warmth that erased all the worries she might have carried in her heart.

"Then why are we here?" she grinned, a mischievous spark streaking the green of her eyes.

"To dance."

She took two steps back, embarrassment wiggling into her mind. Of all the reasons for Solas to bring her here, it had to be dancing. A fight with a dragon sounded like a better choice than making a fool of herself in front of the man she loved.

"Solas, you know I don't know how to dance," she slumped her shoulders as the cold touch of reality caught her even in the Fade. A reality that spoke of the upcoming ball and her inability to spin and twirl on the elegant strokes of ball music.

And with her clumsiness, the mighty Inquisitor would become the laughing stock of the Orlesians.

"So you have told me, many times."

He reached for her hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze. The fears that scratched at her confidence evaporated as he brought her hands to his lips to shower her fingers with deep kisses.

"And I wish to teach you before you must face the Orlesians."

Her mind melted into a puddle under his love, like snow under the kiss of the sun, but only for a few fleeting seconds. "You know how to dance?" She uttered with disbelief colouring her voice. "Why would an apostate know how to dance?"

He smiled at her raised eyebrows and spun her on the spot. With a warm gust of wind, her everyday clothes were replaced with a blue dress and the soft fabric fluttered behind her.

"For countless years I have watched others twirl in decades-long dances following the rhythm of never-ending music," and no sooner had he spoken the last word than her ears twitched, touched by the soft sound of a violin. Other instruments soon followed, their notes coming to life one by one, joining the hum of magic. "I have learned to mimic their steps and I wish to teach you, if you will allow me."

Open-mouthed, Elluin watched in awe as his own clothing was replaced by a ball tunic, the purple of the fabric highlighting the grey of his eyes.

"Show-off," she muttered after staring at him for a few more seconds. Her heart pounded against her chest as the exquisite dress brought back the embarrassment.

How was she supposed to move in a dress that hugged her forms without falling face-first to the floor?

With a snap of Solas' fingers, her dress vanished, her usual clothes brought back. When their eyes met, Elluin found the touch of acceptance and understanding.

"Let us try without the clothes first."

She nodded and accepted his outstretched hand to close the distance between them. His breath tickled her forehead and she smiled, just barely able to restrain herself from capturing his lips with hers.

"I believe you know where the hands go," he teased, placing a hand on her back, his fingers brushing against her butt.

"Is everyone at the Winter Palace going to touch my butt like this, Solas," she challenged him, placing a hand in his other hand.

"If only they are tired of living."

An inelegant snort resounded in the room, interrupting the slow music for a seconds. Before she had a chance to recover, Solas motioned for her to move, and she followed, tripping over her own legs.

"Slowly, Vhenan. Relax. Loosen your jaw and follow my movements. Listen to the flow of the music and drift on it. "

"You're talking like it's the easiest thing in the world," Elluin grunted as she stepped on Solas' foot.

"It is. Allow the music to flow through your being, just as you allow your magic to seep through your body. Do not be afraid of it."

Elluin grumbled and stared at his legs, in an attempt to follow his movements without stepping on his toes, again and again and again.

To her, this dance lesson felt harder than the daily training she had to do with Cassandra. At least Cassandra had a sword that lounged towards her head and all she had to do was dodge and strike back. No complicated rhythm to follow, no music to let into her brain. Just pure power and intelligence coming together to defeat the Seeker.

The fact that Solas held her oh so close did not make her task any easier. Even in the Fade, the warmth of his body and the subtle scent of ozone and healing herbs excited her senses and fuzzed her brain. Her body moved slower than usual, the information moving from her brain to her legs at a painfully slow speed.

Muffled curses left her lips when she tripped over her own legs and fell face forward against Solas chest, a soft pang of pain pinching her nose.

To her surprise, his hands wrapped around her middle and pulled her into a tight embrace, his chin resting on the top of her head. "We can dance in this manner, if you wish."

She snickered and turned her face to the right so that her ear rested against his chest. The vibrations of his heart beating against his ribs tickled her eardrum.

"Your heart is racing. Are you well?"

"I am, my love," he said, burying his nose in her hair and exhaling. "My heart always races when you are near me."

"Really?"

She broke free of his embrace and looked him in the eye, curious to see if there was a trace of sarcasm in his eyes. But she found none.

"Yes," he captured her into a dancing position and swung slowly in the rhythm of the music. She followed him, waiting for him to say more. "I cannot control my heart when I am around you. It beats so strongly against my chest, almost as if it begs me to give it to you."

"Give your heart to me?"

"Yes. To care for it and love it as no one has ever done before."

"Silly heart," she said, smiling up at him. "Tell it I already love it. More than anything else in this world."

"I will."

#dragon age #fanfiction #solavellan #lavellan #elluin lavellan #solas #14dalovers

[jaskierswolf]

Prompt: Geraskier modern au. Jaskier bringing Geralt home on holiday. They’re pretending to date so Jaskier’s parents won’t bombard him asking when he’ll find someone and when they’ll have grandkids. Maybe even a fake engagement? They’re both pining without even realizing and maybe a mistletoe kiss on Christmas Eve will open their eyes. (geraskier-trashh)

Dani <3 I always seem to vibe with your prompts! Once again this is 2.3k. I didn’t get the mistletoe in but... well. I’m pretty happy with it. Fake dating at Christmas!! 💖

Warnings: Some hurt/comfort feels, I’m pretty sure everyone cries at one point or another, lots of pining. ______________

Jaskier and Geralt stood in the doorway to Jaskier’s old childhood room. One single bed was pushed up against the wall, posters of Jaskier’s old favourite bands plastered around the room. Jaskier was gripping Geralt’s hand too tightly, having not let go from when he’d dragged Geralt upstairs to get away from the interrogation of his family. Geralt let out a long sigh and pulled them both into the room, dumping his rucksack on the ground in the corner.

“Ah, I. umm…. I seem to have miscalculated,” Jaskier stammered.

“No shit.”

“I thought, you know. Huge mansion!” He flung his arms out as if to make a point. “I didn’t expect that we’d have to… you know.”

“It didn’t occur to you that it might look strange if we don’t share?” Geralt asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jaskier huffed and put his hands on his hips, tossing his fringe from his eyes. Geralt was moving around the tiny room, his banged up bass case finding space next to Jaskier’s violin, his black hoody thrown over the old desk chair in the corner. Jaskier felt a tug at his heartstrings as he watched Geralt carve out a space for himself in Jaskier’s old bedroom, just like he’d carved out a Geralt sized space in Jaskier’s hearts oh so many years ago. Jaskier flexed his fingers and pulled his necklace pendant into his mouth, this was such a bad idea. What had he been thinking?

It was own bloody fault for lying to his parents for years behind Geralt’s back. It had just been so hard with their constant pressure to find a partner whilst he was pining helplessly over his best friend, so he’d lied and for five years he’d managed to find excuses for avoiding the family Christmas meet up. This year his luck had run out and he’d had to come clean to his friend. He’d thought Geralt was going to murder him at first, his face had gone bright red with rage and he’d not said a bloody word, which was just Geralt all over. Over a tense dinner of instant noodles and boxed wine, Geralt had muttered that he’d do it… and so, here they were.

“Yeah, well, I forgot.”

Geralt rolled his eyes. “You forgot? That you’d told your parents that we’ve been dating for five years?”

“Six years… Our anniversary was two weeks ago,” Jaskier muttered, shuffling awkwardly on his feet and giving Geralt a sheepish smile.

“Our anniversary? For fuck’s sake, Jask.”

“I’m sorry! I meant to tell them we’d broken up but—”

“But what?”

“—but they always seemed so happy that I wasn’t alone, and to be honest it was nice.”

Geralt scoffed. “Nice?”

“Yeah,” Jaskier sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I. I didn’t feel so alone.”

Geralt sighed and pulled him into a hug. Jaskier buried his face in Geralt’s chest and whined. “You’re my best friend, Jask.”

Jaskier closed his eyes, grateful that Geralt couldn’t see his face. He could feel the lump in his throat, a dull never-ending ache in his chest. Best friend. That’s what they were, he should be thankful that Geralt allowed him that much, but fuck he loved him so damn much. No matter how much Jaskier flirted with Geralt, called him cute little nicknames, and practically admitted his love for his friend on a daily basis… Geralt never saw him as anything more than a friend, but god he drove Jaskier mad. He was always so damned thoughtful all the time, cooking dinner when Jaskier was at work even though Jaskier could never return the favour, hence the instant noodles for dinner, or letting Jaskier choose the film when he’d had a bad anxiety day, which happened more often than he liked to admit.

Geralt was his best friend, he was the bestest friend that anyone could ask for so really Jaskier couldn’t complain. He was just… hopelessly in love.

He laughed and pulled back from the hug. “Don’t you mean boyfriend?” He waggled his eyebrows and bopped Geralt’s nose.

“Hmm, fine, but we have got to break up by next year.”

Jaskier’s hand flew to his heart, gasping as he totally pretended to be completely heartbroken. There wasn’t an ounce of reality in the way his heart literally felt like it was shattering in a million pieces. He scoffed, covering up the way his hands were shaking by tugging at the edge of his jumper. “Fine, but I get to dump you.”

“Nope, it’s your mess. I’m breaking up with you,” Geralt grumbled.

Jaskier put his hands on his hips and glared at Geralt. “As if you would break up with this arse!” He laughed and turned to wiggle his butt at Geralt.

“I’ve seen better.”

Jaskier gasped and turned to poke Geralt in the chest. “Take that back!”

“Not going to happen.”

“Geralt!” Jaskier flung himself dramatically into Geralt’s arms, Geralt caught him as he always did, and Jaskier pouted up at him. “You’re mean.”

“Are you boys fighting already?”

Jaskier squeaked as Geralt dropped him to the floor. His mother was standing in the doorway with her arms crossed in front of her chest, a smirk on her face. “No. No no no. Of course not, nope. Geralt?”

“No, Mrs Pankratz.” Geralt pulled him to his feet and Jaskier wrapped his arms around Geralt’s waist, placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek.

“All good here, mother!”

“Dinner’s ready, hurry up.”

“We’ll be there in just a jiffy!” Jaskier sang as he leant into Geralt’s side. As his mother’s footsteps faded off down the hall he reached up to whisper in Geralt’s ear, “Showtime, darling.”

Geralt groaned. “Fuck.” ________________

Dinner wasn’t going too badly. Luckily Geralt and Jaskier had been best friends for most of their lives so there wasn’t much they didn’t know about each other. Honestly the only thing really missing from their friendship to make it more of a traditionally romantic one was the snogging. They went out of friend dates all the time, they lived together, and in all honesty they loved each other. Jaskier just made sure to double the use of pet names in front of his family, and he allowed himself to touch Geralt as much as he wanted, which was pretty much always. They held hands on top of the table, awkwardly eating one handed. Jaskier brought Geralt’s knuckles to his lips in between main and dessert, winking at his friend. It was so fucking easy to believe this was real. For two days he was getting everything he ever wanted. He was going to be heartbroken when this was over.

Geralt flushed and growled under his breath before kissing Jaskier’s cheek, much to delight of Jaskier’s parents.

“Julian, you know we won’t be offended if you want to kiss your boyfriend properly?”

Jaskier’s heart sank and he gripped Geralt’s hand tighter. They hadn’t discussed this. They really should have discussed this, but Jaskier had assumed two days without kissing in front of his parents would have been fine. Of course, his mother would decide to be cool. “Mother, really?” He groaned and hid his face in Geralt’s arm.

“You’ve been dating for six years, Julian. Your father had proposed by then when we were dating,” his mother sighed and smiled ever so sweetly at his father. “Don’t be shy, honey.”

“Mother!” Jaskier whined.

Geralt cleared his throat and Jaskier gazed up at his friend. There was a mischievous glint in Geralt’s eyes that Jaskier did not like the look of. He shook his head slowly at Geralt but it was too late. “Actually, Mrs Pankratz. I umm… I did have something to ask Jaskier,”

“Geralt…”

“The umm… well I wrapped it, but I guess now is as good as ever,” Geralt stood up and pulled Jaskier into the living room, ignoring his protests. Geralt pulled a small wrapped box from the tree, kneeling at Jaskier’s feet as he hand him the box.

Jaskier’s eyes went wide… what the actual fuck was happening? Jaskier thought back to his Christmas list. It was mostly nerdy shit and stuff for his instruments… nerdy shit. “Oh bollocks!” He yelled as he remembered a very specific piece of costume jewellery he’d asked for.

Was Geralt about to fake propose using the ring… like… the ring…  from Lord of the Rings? Oh god, he was going to die from embarrassment. Jaskier’s hands shook as he tore at the wrapping paper. The velvety box fell into his hands, the familiar Elvish inscription was pressed into the black velvet. He hid a laugh behind his hand as Geralt gently took the box and opened it. Jaskier barely heard the shrieks from his mother as Geralt winked at him.

“Jask, the last,” Geralt paused and scowled “six years of my life have been the happiest of my life.”

“Geralt,” Jaskier whined, his heart thumping in his chest despite the fact he knew it wasn’t real.

“I’m thankful that I finally stopped being afraid of what I felt, feel, for you, and umm, well asked you out,” Geralt licked his lips, he actually seemed nervous, which was utterly ridiculous. He was a better actor than Jaskier had anticipated. “Can’t imagine how different today would have been if I hadn’t made the choice that day, the choice to be brave instead of a coward.”

Jaskier couldn’t help but reach forward to cup Geralt’s cheek, his hand moving on its own accord. “You’re the bravest man I know.”

Geralt laughed bitterly. “Not always, but ah fuck, you distracted me.”

“Sorry?” Jaskier giggled. “Would it help if I said yes?”

“Yes,” Geralt grumbled.

Jaskier knelt down opposite Geralt. “Yes.”

And then they were kissing, because that was what you did when you got engaged, wasn’t it? Only they weren’t really engaged, they weren’t even dating. Tears streamed down Jaskier’s cheeks as he kissed his friend with all the feelings that he could never admit, holding Geralt’s face in his hands. They were both panting by the time they pulled apart. “I love you, dear heart.”

Geralt, to Jaskier’s surprise, was also crying. He smiled sadly back at Jaskier as he brushed the tears from Jaskier’s cheek. “I love you too, Jask.” And then he slipped the ring onto Jaskier’s finger.

Jaskier swallowed and bit back a sob. “Fuck.”

Geralt tilted his head and glanced towards the ceiling. Jaskier nodded, hugging his arms around his chest. “I think we need a moment alone,” Geralt muttered and scooped Jaskier up into his arms.

Jaskier mother, also crying because apparently Christmas Eve dinner was a disaster, nodded. “Take all the time you need, darlings."

Geralt nodded and Jaskier hummed pressing his face into Geralt’s neck, desperately trying not to lose his grip on reality. They weren’t engaged. The mantra ran through his head obsessively. One more day, they would exchange presents, maybe a standard kiss under the mistletoe and then by next year’s Christmas Geralt would have broken up with him, and Jaskier’s parents would be none the wiser that it had all been a ruse.

A ruse, an pretence, an act.

Only it wasn’t an act, not for him.

“Fucking shit balls,” He mumbled into Geralt’s shirt as his bedroom door was kicked open. Jaskier practically leapt from Geralt’s arms and into the mess of bedsheets, hiding from the love of his life and pseudo fiancé.

“Jaskier, I’m sorry. I took it too far.” Geralt mumbled, sitting down on the bed next to where Jaskier was curled into a ball.

“No,” Jaskier mumbled. “I just overreacted, I… ah fuck it. I wanted it to be real. I’m sorry!”

“You,” Geralt stammered. “You wanted it to be real?”

Jaskier laughed haughtily and threw off the covers, wiping his eyes and glaring at Geralt. “Of course I fucking did. I told my parents we were dating… for six fucking years!”

“And you never once mentioned any of this to me?”

Jaskier rolled his eyes. “Because I couldn’t lose you!”

“I didn’t want to lose you either.”

Jaskier’s eyes went wide as he gaped at Geralt. “Hang on what? What does that mean? Geralt? Please do not tell me that means what I think it means!”

“I love you,” Geralt whispered “always have.”

“No, no no no!” Jaskier whined as his head hit the headboard. “Fuck.”

“Sorry.”

Jaskier laughed, the disbelief and sheer happiness in his heart overwhelming him. “Oh my fucking god, Geralt!” Geralt growled and stood up but Jaskier caught his hand. “Don’t you see?”

“No, care to let me into the joke?”

“We could have been dating for years!” Jaskier cried and then slapped a hand over his mouth, not wanting his parents to hear their argument. “This,” he waved his left hand at Geralt. “could have been real?”

Geralt frowned, his gaze flickering between Jaskier’s hand and his eyes. He sighed and a faint smiled graced his lips. “Maybe we should try dating first? Proposing on the first date is a bit much.”

Jaskier laughed and pulled Geralt into another kiss, his tears ones of happiness this time. He stroked Geralt’s cheek as they pulled apart. “What about the second date?”

“Jask,” Geralt groaned.

“Ok, the third date,” He laughed and Geralt shut him up with another quick kiss.”

“Your turn to propose,” Geralt mumbled against his lips as Jaskier slipped his hand up Geralt’s shirt.

“I don’t think I can beat proposing with the ring, dearest,” He giggled as Geralt pushed him back against the mattress, his nose running along Jaskier’s jaw.

“You’ll think of something.”

Jaskier grinned as Geralt’s lips crashed against his. He would think of something, something spectacular, but for now he was too busy kissing his boyfriend, grand marriage proposals would have to wait until next Christmas. They could make it a tradition. ________________ Tag list: @alwenarin @slythnerd @davidtennan-t @flippinfricks @innocentcinnamonpun @marvagon @elliestormfound @geraskier-trashh @panerato @moonysourenza @artistsfuneral @hailhailsatan @wherethewordsare @havenoffandoms @bitchy-witchy-post-mortem @electricrituals @geralt-of-riviass @00qtee @kittynannygaming @stinastar @scribblesonmapleleaves @thecomfortofoldstorries @fontegagrilledcheese @anythinggoesfandoms @veritasrose @trickstermoose67 @nonegenderleftpain @ohheytheremiss @kueble @love-more-today-than-yesterday @kozkaboi @llamasdumpsterfire @skai6

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When it all falls down

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CHAPTER ONE: Everything I never wanted

The ballroom was lit with torches and shimmering crystal chandeliers. A buffet table lined one wall and the other held a stage with an orchestra. The doors were wide open but only a select few were invited. Those that chose to dance did so with ridged backs, like an invisible knife would stab them at a single misstep. Nobles gathered at tables conversing, smiles plastered onto their painted faces.

Guards dressed in dark navy and dyed leather lined each window and entry. They stood, watching the crowd, surrounding them, prepared and ready. It was dark out, the glass panes showed the opaque inky night.

“The king has yet to arrive to his own party.”

The man next to her snapped his head in her directions, eyes narrowing and his goblet brought up to his pursed lips for a sip. Swallowing, he cleared his throat, “You of all people should know that the king is dead.”

She turned away from the dazzling reception and sent him a smirk. “And you should know that I don’t believe lies.”

Before he could reply, two hands clasped his and the bride’s shoulders, his mothers head appeared between them. “Go dance!” She hissed, pushing them towards the stiffly dancing nobles.

Damian looked at Marinette who shrugged. As husband and wife they walked arm-in-arm to the dance floor, guests scrambled out of their way, an empty space was left for the couple. The two separated and turned to face each other with a bow. Mari picked up her skirts as she strutted, they both circled to their right slowly then to their left until they returned to their starting positions. Damian extended his hand and Marinette, with her free hand accepted it. The two closed the circle until they were standing palm to palm.

Now up close they could better view their partner in dance and life. The prince wore a black kurta pajama with a wrapped button neckline and gold embroidery. The kurta’s buttons were made of diamonds and it’s squared hemline stopped mid-thigh to reveal he wore white cotton pants underneath. His belt consisted of solid gold ovals, embedded with obsidian, opals and an emerald in each centre. A golden crown with another emerald rested on his forehead, it’s intricate moulding wrapped around his skull and the centre piece pointed downwards.

Marinette remembered her tutors teaching her about the Empire. The opals and obsidian represents a new era of the kingdom, it was the royal families signature colours. This was reinforced by their clothes only being at the extremes of the shade spectrum. And at birth each member is given a specific stone to represent their life and role within the kingdom. Lady Talia’s was Tiger’s Eye (quite fitting), and it seems that Damian was blessed with Emerald.

Marinette was dressed similarly to Damian. She wore her own familial colours, like Damian’s birth jewel, Marinette was given her own sigil. When she entered the order and rose through the rank, the elder guardians awarded her with the Ladybug mantle. Her wedding garb (along with all her other clothes) consisted of hues of red and black. Her cheongsam was sleeveless and it’s neck was high. At the nape of the neckline, similar to that of a cape, a translucent blue material stitched with shimmering silver threads trailed down her back. It fluttered as she moved, making her presence look ethereal and that of an Angel.

The main body of the dress was a deep red silk, that hugged her curves and the skirt slowly transitioned to black. The gradient was further detailed with small beads of sparkling black gemstones. It’s petticoat was made of the same translucent blue material and could be seen from a high slit. In the bodice of the dress there was another slit that went down her sternum, the skin of her chest peeking through on occasion.

Her waist length hair usually hung freely down her back unless she was in training, was now tied into a bun by multiple braids. Silver hairpins held the do together and they were inscribed with incantations of protection and luck. Although she was the Miraculous Order’s princess she didn’t wear the headdress they had given her, she felt as though she didn’t deserve it.

Two steps, two steps. Her skirts swished with movement, the noise of the clicking beads filled her ears. The two were the focus of the entire party, as it should be due to the fact that this was their wedding reception. The violins high pitched cry signified the climax of their dance, Damian held his arm out and spun her before drawing her back into his embrace. This dance, much like their marriage was nothing more than an obligation to their clans.

As the music died down, the young couple were ushered into their new living quarters. The room was moderately sized and minimalistic style of furnishing, coloured a deep blue with gold trimming. Other than the front door, there were 3 others leading out of the room. The first being next to a curtained window, it lead to a balcony with granite carved railings. The second lead to the bathroom and the third linked another smaller bed room to theirs. When the couple discovered the smaller room they were confused, but Lady Talia quickly provided an explanation.

The connected room was for their future heirs.

The newlyweds froze at the older woman’s declaration. They struggled to process the depth of her words. Oblivious to the awkward atmosphere she created she swept up her skirts and pranced out of the room, leaving two sets of eyes trailing her figure.

They distracted themselves by unpacking the trunks containing their belongings, neither had much. This was because of being constantly on the move (Marinette) or not being allowed to have materialistic pleasures (Damian). Blue eyes avoided green and vice versa. Once complete they prepared for slumber, but there was one issue to be addressed... the consummation of the marriage.

Tremors shook Damian’s hands at the realisation of what was expected of him. She saw his shaking form, the elders had always complimented her observant nature. He hid his distress poorly. “I can sleep in the other room if that would make you more comfortable my prince.” Her soft voice was sincere and free from any jest that it held from earlier this evening.

He looked towards her, his exterior hardening, protecting himself against this stranger. “No.” He gruffly replied, “I’ll take the other room.” A smaller room meant less places for enemies to hide. Yes the smaller room would fit him better.

He turned towards the door but her statement halted his movements. “I do not wish to tie you down with these bonds of matrimony. As long as no harm comes to the Order or I, you can do as you please.”

He made no move to turn, only shifting his head to stare back at the small figure that sat upon the too large bed. “Why are you offering this?”

She couldn’t provide him with anything more than a small smile, upon closer inspection sadness was clearly evident within her eyes. “If we cannot marry for love then we should at least marry someone we do not hate.” She said before laying underneath the blankets, her eyes fluttering shut as her head hit the pillow.

For a moment he stayed there, standing; but eventually he made his way into the conjoining room and bedding down for the night. If he had stayed living with his mother he probably would have deemed her as weak and insufficient to be his bride as soon as she joined him at the altar. But his time with his father and siblings had shattered that perspective. Her words repeated within his mind, ‘If we cannot marry for love then we should at least marry someone we do not hate.’ There surely was a hidden meaning but Damian was too exhausted from the day’s events to scrutinise. If that is her wish then he would gladly accommodate it.

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