#if we cant have bob we will also accept leg

[mortallyperfecttimemachine]

rocking up to the club in the blue stripes parade uniform

reference

#behold: the beautiful Landsknecht #the tattoos on her are canon #you do not want to know where on the internet i had to go to get a good look at them #created for the hanza fashion event #ves #the witcher 2 #the witcher 3 #blue stripes #if we cant have bob we will also accept leg #morts art

[blissedoutphil]

Cool Down

Never thought I’d be writing a prompt from the man himself in the year he’s barely around. Also anon’s idea is A+ thank you for that, I hope you enjoy!

The (**) leads to a nsfw link so be careful if you wanna click it!

3019 words of ice play, Top!Phil, bottom!dan, ice play, blowjob, smut

or read on ao3!

Dan groaned at the sound of the doorbell. Phil and his damn packages. It was so hot that he'd decided to spend the day not moving at all from the spot on the couch near the fan, but Phil was busy filming so he had no choice.

He reluctantly stepped away from the fan and went to answer the door. He didn’t bother putting a shirt on and was just in his shorts, because who needs a layer over their sticky skin in fucking 34ºC weather.

He was too hot to even feel conscious about being topless when facing the cute deliveryman. The guy didn’t look fazed either, probably most people he delivered packages to were wearing as little clothing as possible on this sweltering day. He dumped Phil’s packages on the kitchen table and went back to his spot.

A few hours later Phil walked in, in just shorts too.

“Whew, I’m glad filming’s finally done. Couldn’t wait to take off my shirt the entire time,” he complained, plopping down between Dan and the fan.

“Hey! Stop blocking the fan,” Dan toed at Phil’s side to get him to move, “go get your packages on the kitchen table.”

“Oh, they’re here already?” Phil got up immediately, looking quite excited that his order had arrived.

“You making a Wish video again or something?” Dan asked from where he was still lounging.

“No, just got some things I thought were cool.”

“Phil, we’ve got enough useless things lying around here, you gotta stop falling for the ads” Dan rolled his eyes.

“Uh, I beg to differ, you loved that Nic Cage pillow cover,” Phil said indignantly, “plus I got something that’s definitely useful for you right now.”

That piqued Dan’s interest, and he quirked an eyebrow at Phil, “If it’s not another fan or a portable A/C then I don’t agree with you.”

“It’s better than that, trust me,” Phil had that glint in his eye that Dan knew meant he was planning something good.

But he was also being sneaky about it, refusing to tell Dan what he got and telling him he’s got to wait a few hours.

So they spent the rest of the warm day lazily lounging about and trying but failing to pay attention to the tv since their brains felt melted from the heat. Phil had eaten 2 ice lollies, and made huge glasses of iced coffee for both of them, but they still felt warm as soon as their cold treats were gone.

"If whatever you bought is better than a fan then can we please use it now?!” Dan said exasperatedly, wiping sweat off his brow.

“So impatient,” Phil chided, but he got up to retrieve the item.

“Actually,” Phil continued as he walked over to the kitchen, “I got this idea after I saw your tweet.”

Dan craned his neck to look over at his boyfriend, squinting his eyes suspiciously.

“You gonna help me stick some ice up my ass?” he joked, but stopped chuckling when he realised Phil wasn’t laughing along with him.

“I mean,” Phil shrugged, looking into the freezer, “you could’ve just texted that to me.”

Dan’s breath hitched as it dawned on him that Phil was dead serious about following through with his joke tweet.

“It’s too hot for sex right now, Phil,” he griped.

“Not as hot as your idea. Hey, describing ice play as hot is kinda ironic,” Phil grinned.

Dan rolled his eyes fondly. “What does my tweet have anything to do with your Wish purchase anyway?”

“It’s like Wish knew what you tweeted, I think they’re spying on us.”

“Spit it out, Lester, what did you get? A dick-shaped ice tray or something?”

Phil peeked out from the freezer door. “That does sound like something Wish probably has.”

Dan barked out a laugh. The ridiculousness of the idea based on his joke coupled with the determination on Phil’s face resulted in him doubled over from laughter.

Dan pressed his hand over his chest at an attempt to calm down to talk, “Don’t tell me you actually!”

Phil shrugged nonchalantly, “your wish is my command, who else was gonna fulfil your requests on twitter?”

Dan shook his head slightly at his ridiculous boyfriend. He heard the freezer shut and Phil beckoned him over to the kitchen, so he lazily got up and padded over to where his boyfriend was in front of the counter.

The moment he stepped close enough for Phil to reach out for him, Phil grabbed him and pinned him against the counter. He grunted as Phil turned them so his back hit against the counter, barely having time to register what was happening.

Phil had a smirk as he held Dan in place by his hips. He headed straight for Dan’s lips, and Dan happily welcomed the kiss. But Dan’s eyes widened and he moaned in surprise when he opened his mouth and a small ice cube was pushed into his mouth. The ice cube quickly melted between their tongues, and Phil only broke the kiss when it was completely gone.

Dan gasped out a surprised laugh. He already had an idea of what Phil was up to yet somehow he still did not see that coming.

Phil winked in that endearing way where it almost counted as blinking instead, and reached for something on the counter behind him. He gently pushed Dan’s head down to his neck and Dan got the hint, starting to mouth along his neck to his shoulder.

Dan had barely started on sucking a hickey when Phil gripped his hair and yanked him back up to kiss him again. Dan still moaned in surprise when he felt another ice cube being pushed into his mouth again.

Dan noted that the ice wasn’t exactly cube shaped as it got passed between them. Phil rubbed it on Dan’s tongue with his own, feeling it melt.

Their lips felt cold but their bodies grew warmer, sticky against each other as their chests pressed together. Phil placed a hand on Dan’s chest to balance himself and also have some space between them so that their body heat wouldn’t be too uncomfortably hot. He could feel Dan’s heart beating faster against his palm.

Once again, Phil looked over Dan’s shoulder to pop another ice into his mouth after the previous one completely melted. This time, he stuck his tongue out to show Dan the ice.

“Oh,” was all Dan could manage before he broke out into laughter.

Phil couldn’t help but giggle too, taking the dick-shaped ice from his tongue and holding it out for Dan to take a proper look.

“Cute innit, you guessed right. I think Wish can actually grant any wish we have,” Phil beamed at his own dumb joke.

Dan looked behind him and saw a big glass on their table top full of small ice that were shaped simply like bananas with two circles at the end.

“Not what I thought of at all when I tweeted that,” Dan laughed.

He turned back to Phil when he felt Phil place the ice on his chest. He watched as Phil traced the ice along his chest, watched as the dick shrank quickly until all of it turned to water trailing down his stomach. How was playing with ice so hot?

“Don’t think these tiny things in my ass would be satisfying enough, though,” he smirked.

“Oh, I know,” Phil squeezed Dan’s ass, “this is just one of the things in my Wish package.”

Dan didn’t have time to ask anything because Phil was already pressing an ice-dick to his lips, and he opened his mouth to accept it, Phil’s lips following immediately after.

A strangled whimper escaped Dan’s mouth when a sudden cold bit at his nipple. He gripped Phil’s upper arm for purchase, but Phil wasn’t letting up on their kiss or the sliding of the ice across his chest.

The ice was circled around his nipple, going over it until it hardened. Dan shivered a little, but Phil only broke the kiss to pop another ice into their mouths and press another against his other nipple, repeating until it was equally numb and hard.

Dan shuddered, swallowing the melted ice. He was definitely starting to cool down, feeling the cold water run down his chest. Phil was still tracing another ice slowly, from his clavicles to his chest to his tummy - like he didn’t want to miss a spot.

They were both already hard, and with his free hand, Phil began palming Dan through his shorts. Dan whined into Phil’s mouth, canting his hips into Phil’s hand.

Phil pressed an ice below Dan’s collarbone using his lips. He slowly traced it down Dan’s body, and Dan held onto his shoulders as he went down. The ice melted completely by the time it reached Dan’s bellybutton, but Phil continued kissing his way down, until he was properly on his knees.

Above him, he heard Dan’s breaths coming out ragged. He licked a drop of water that was trickling down Dan’s happy trail to the waistband of his shorts, then started mouthing Dan’s dick through the shorts. He could feel Dan’s dick twitch, straining against the shorts.

Dan moaned, tugging at Phil’s hair to move him away just long enough for him to remove the only piece of cloth on him. He hastily pulled his shorts down, and Phil helped him step out of it completely.

Dan shivered involuntarily as Phil started licking along his shaft. Phil’s tongue felt cold on him, but he felt himself heating up from the way Phil was staring up at him while swirling his tongue on his slit.

“My god,” Dan moaned when Phil went down on him proper, a cool sensation in contrast to the usual warmth of his mouth.

But the cold didn’t last long of course, as Phil started bobbing his head in earnest. Dan’s balls met Phil’s chin with each time Phil went down on him.

“Phil,” Dan moaned, trying to catch his breath to speak, “Phil I won’t last before seeing your other - oh- your other purchase.”

At that, Phil kneeled up and slowed his movements. His free hand snaked up to reach the glass on the edge of the table. The dick-shaped ice left in there had melted some, and he dipped his fingers in to wet them.

Dan was still too caught up in the blowjob to notice what Phil was doing, so he let out a small surprised yelp when Phil’s cold fingers pressed against his hole. He spread his legs a little, relaxing to let Phil finger him.

A strained whimper escaped Dan, starting to feel overwhelmed from Phil’s mouth still on him and now his fingers in him too. Phil began to pump his finger in and out, adding a second finger soon after. He looked up at Dan, gauging how he was holding up so that he knew to pace himself and not let Dan come before he could move on to the next part. Dan was gazing down at him, panting and looking flushed despite all the ice rubbed on him.

Phil moved off of Dan’s dick with a pop when he was done fingering him. He stood up and gently manoeuvred Dan to turn around and bend over on the counter top.

“I don’t think you’ve cooled down enough,” Phil said nonchalantly, tapping Dan’s ass.

Dan folded his arms and rested his cheek against them, humming in agreement with Phil.

“Gimme more ice dicks,” he chuckled and wiggled his butt, “you still haven’t fulfilled my twitter wish.”

“Once again,” Phil smacked Dan’s ass playfully, “so impatient.”

Phil took some ice that hasn’t yet melted in the glass and placed them neatly in a line down Dan’s back along his spine, from the bottom of his neck right to the spot between his back dimples. Dan could count 6, and could feel the coldness spread from each of them through his skin. He was then ordered to keep still so the ice wouldn’t fall off.

“Actually,” Phil went to open the freezer, “I don’t think I can fulfil your twitter wish exactly.”

Dan made a questioning noise, confused. But he couldn’t turn to look at Phil.

“You asked for a cube, but that’s not what I have,” Phil took out his next item from the freezer and finally showed it to Dan.

“Oh. My. God,” Dan uttered in a mix of shock and amazement, “fucking Wish!”

Phil giggled. He opened the dick mould (**) to reveal the ice in the shape of a very realistic penis, complete with the balls and head and veiny shaft. It was rather large too, Dan reckoned, almost as big as him.

Dan could feel the tiny ice dicks melting on his back, the water dripping down his sides as his body thrummed in excitement to try out the new toy.

“Ready?” Phil asked, taking out the ice from the mould and rubbing it along Dan’s crack.

Dan shivered at the contact, it was fucking cold. But he didn’t want to waste anymore time and cause the ice to melt before they could even start.

“Yesss,” he keened, sticking his ass up a bit more.

Phil took Dan’s arm and brought it behind him, a silent order that Dan understood immediately. He spread his asscheeks with both hands, his face planted against the table as he looked on at Phil expectantly.

Phil quickly pressed the head of the ice-dick into Dan’s hole, and Dan hissed at the coldness penetrating him. The balls part of the ice was already starting to melt in Phil’s hand, but he took his time pushing it into Dan, letting Dan adjust to the intrusion. He knew Dan could take the size since it was smaller than him, although only by a bit, but he wasn’t sure how it would feel to have a frozen item entering him.

“Oh my god,” Dan mumbled. He could feel the cold spread inside him, a much more intense sensation than at the start of their play when the tiny ice was just spreading a bit of cold on his skin.

“How does it feel?” Phil asked as he slowly pushed another inch in, a steady hand on Dan’s lower back.

“Fucking cold,” Dan grit out, “strange but. Good. Keep going.”

“Good,” Phil repeated, and kept going like Dan requested until the ice balls were pressed against Dan’s ass, a little out of shape from having melted slightly.

“So weird, I can like, feel it melting inside me,” Dan commented, swaying his hips a bit.

Phil grabbed the ice balls and slowly dragged it out a bit, noting that the ice already lost its veiny details, now looking like a really long and thick ice pop. He then pushed it back in and repeated, fucking Dan with the ice and watching as it grew smaller in size.

Water was trickling out of Dan’s ass and down his legs, and now he really felt cool all over. Phil let go of the ice and kept it in Dan, reaching under Dan and placing his cold hand on Dan’s hard dick. Dan jerked at the touch, and moaned when Phil started stroking him.

Dan felt like his ass was going numb from the cold, not really able to clench around the shrinking ice. He was able to feel Phil sliding his own dick along his crack, though. He wiggled his ass and stuck it out more, encouraging Phil.

“All the cold water’s being wasted,” Phil noted as more melted ice trickled down Dan’s thighs, “here, let me help you keep it in.”

With that, Phil pulled his own shorts off and thrusted into Dan, eliciting a loud moan from Dan. The small length of ice that hasn’t melted was pushed further into him, and Dan could feel the cold piercing his insides.

“Oh,” Phil moaned, totally not used to fucking into a cold hole.

He began to fuck Dan faster, and the ice definitely melted faster with the movement and their combined body heat. Dan held onto the edge of the table, bracing himself against it as he was fucked. He tried to clench around Phil but still felt too numb to work his muscles there.

Phil’s hand moved back to jerking Dan off, wanting him to come at the same time. Dan was moaning expletives, his hips colliding against the table with every hard thrust from Phil.

The glass of tiny ice-dicks was completely melted, and Phil poured some of the cold water on Dan’s back, spreading it around with his hand. Dan squealed, warning Phil that he was close. It only made Phil speed up both his thrusts and strokes, until Dan wasn’t able to form any words anymore.

Soon enough, Dan came with a high pitched moan, feeling warmth rise in his groin despite all the cold water in and on him. Phil followed almost immediately after, filling Dan with his come. He stayed inside Dan until he fully calmed down from his high.

Dan was lying pliant on the table when Phil pulled out. He realised that the numbness was finally gone, and he clenched his ass to keep the mix of come and melted ice in him for just a bit longer. Phil laid on top of Dan, pressing his body against Dan’s back, and Dan finally felt a bit of warmth again.

“So how was that? Was it everything you wished for when typing that tweet?” Phil murmured in between soft, lazy kisses on the back of Dan’s neck and shoulders, smirking against Dan's damp skin.

“Hmm,” Dan pondered, “not exactly. You didn’t shove it in me like I tweeted.”

Phil huffed, pushing off of Dan and smacking his ass, “you clean this mess.”

Dan merely laughed. He turned around as soon as Phil was off him and pulled Phil into a hug before Phil could get too far.

“Okay okay, I loved it. And I’ll clean up here, only if you promise to try the ice dick too.”

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smh at the way I kept referencing Wish but only found the mould on etsy. also 'cold' doesn't look like a proper word anymore. Anyway, hope all of your summer’s been good (as good as it can get in this pandemic...)

#Phanfic #phansmut #smut #phan #my fic #Cool Down #dan and phil #phan fic #phan smut

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs “My Humans”

Ok guys I had a TON of fun writing this one. There is a guy on you-tube I watch who raises lions and hyenas and he can go into their enclosures and stuff because they have known him from a young age, and I just thought how funny it would be to make humans the dangerous animals in that same style. I hope you all like it as much as I did. Tell me what you think of the style, its completely new to me, and I don’t know if it’s any good. :)

The feed brightens from black to a grainy white before the picture slowly resolves. The image is of a room tilted at a half angle shaking slightly as someone shifts in the background. You can just see a window in the back far corner. Space glitters in through an inky blackness dotted with a smattering of glittering white, blue and red pinpricks. The camera tilts slowly around, and a face comes into view. It is an inhuman face dark brown in color with large prismatic orange eyes and short antae atop it’s rounded head. It adjusts the picture to the horizontal straightening out the canted view of the room.

“Ok….. it says it’s on.” The creature clears his throat and straightens up, “So for introductions, I am Dr. Krill of the Vrul chief medical officer aboard the human vessel U.S.S Harbinger I have been working with humans for well over a year and a half now. Some say I am the leading expert in the field.” He turns in a circle and heads towards the door, the camera shakes a bit as the room recedes into the background, “I don’t know about that, but I do have the most experience. I have been writing reports on the human’s behavior for some time now, but some comments have been made about my potential biases. Others have pointed out that I am not, in fact a behavioral expert and have asked for video footage on the subject of humans to make their own judgements.” He passes through a door into another hallway flipping the camera around so the viewers can see the long space ahead. Compared to the camera height, the hallway is very tall.

“So I thought it would be prudent at first to introduce you to some of my humans let you know a little about them.” He steps through another doorway, “First of all I am here to dispel a lot of negative rumors that have been going around about humans lately, and let you all see the truth of humans, the good side of them. First off, I am going to be addressing the idea that ‘humans are the most animalistic sentient species in the galaxy’ I personally think this is a dumb statement, first off it makes no sense, and second off it can be intermitted many ways. Yes, humans are more in touch with their animal instincts than a lot of us, they have lots of primitive nonverbal communication, a strict social hierarchy led by unwritten social rules, and they do tend to act on their instincts a little more than we do. However humans are also remarkably smart, and very easy to bond with.”

He passes up a set of metal stairs clattering and clanging while the camera bobs back and forth “Humans are a very pack-oriented creature, and this instinct has allowed them to bond with many other species. I would estimate that my acceptance aboard the ship took about a week to set in and a little under a month to fully form. At that point the humans will accept you as one of their own and place you within the social hierarchy. Human hierarchy tends to have a very pyramid like structure with an alpha human at the top followed by their Betas and then going on down the latter. I would place myself somewhere in the Betas of this human pack.” He turns a corner and stops before a door, “I am about to introduce you to one of my favorite humans, he is the leader of the pack but actually one of the most affable of the humans. It is important to note that each human has a fascinatingly distinct personalities, very colorful characters. This humans name is Vir, and I would characterize him as very social, surprisingly juvenile, but aggressively loyal and laid back for, so here let’s just go in and say hi.”

He turns the camera back towards the door, which clatters lightly before swinging open. It takes a moment for the camera to adjust to the darkness, but when it does you can see the silhouette of a large figure cured atop a strange platform- like object. “Humans use up a lot of energy during the day, and when they nest at night they have to find somewhere dark and soft to do it. Now, imposing on a human’s sleep is not recommended, so we have to feel things out to make sure he’s going to be ok seeing us. I may be part of their pack but every day I have to remain wary and am very careful with how I approach humans.”

The camera zooms in on the figure which churns rolls and then sits up. A single large, forward-facing eyes greet them from the darkness flashing with light from the hallway. It tilts it’s head blinking as the pupils quickly constrict against the light, “This human is a male approximately 26 solar cycles old, 6,2 and 205 pounds with athletic body composition aside from a missing leg and a missing eye, unlike other species humans accept the survival of extreme injury as a status symbol.”

The camera picks up a series of guttural grumbles, hums, hisses and clicks as the human opens its mouth teeth glittering against the incoming light.

“Now, see, right here, he’s protecting his territory wants to make sure I know what I am getting myself into and asking me what I am doing.” More hissing and humming, “He’s warning me, but something I’ve learned to do to calm a human.” The camera turns a little just so you can see his face silhouetted against the backdrop of light. He opens his mouth very wide before, “Yawning is thought to be a social symbol for letting others know everything is ok. It’s contagious.” He turns the camera around, and the large human has a paw over his mouth chest rising with a very deep breath. He stops ad turns to look at the camera.

“See, he will probably let me approach now.” The light flicks on momentarily blinding the camera as it struggles to focus. The human makes a pained mewing sound as he holds his paw up towards the light. Its face is very expressive under a creamy white skin and a dusting of tawny fur atop its head. The tips of its digits glitter with strange translucent claws.

The human grows bigger in the lens as Krill moves closer right up to where the creature is lying. The large head turns to follow the progress single jade eye blinking from deep within its socket. The grumbling noises rise up from the creature’s chest as its teeth flash, “It may look intimidating, but this human knows me, and wouldn’t be likely to hurt me. Humans are very curious, so he will want to know what I am doing in his territory at this time. Now if he really wanted to, as leader of the pack, he could make me leave at any time, but due to his curiosity, I bet he won’t.” The human snorted ejecting a puff of air from flared nostrils.

“See that, right there, humans have a lot of nonverbal noises they use to communicate. That one is exasperation or annoyance. It’s not really a sign of danger in a human but an indication they are willing to put up with you.” The human rolled its eyes flashing the white sclera of its strange orbs towards camera before shifting towards the edge of its sleeping space and throwing off the sheets in which it was wrapped. The camera quickly zooms In on the missing leg before panning out to capture the creature as it raises its hands above its head arches it’s back, flexes it’s arms and cranes it’s neck.

Its strange pink tongue runs over its teeth as it yawns again.

“The human muscular system is very fluid rich, this behavior right here helps the human to prepare for movement by moving fluid into the correct places and recalibrating feedback systems that allow it to move.” The human finishes its stretch and turns to look at Krill, the eye flickers towards Krill and then the camera. It growls, and then with one paw, it swipes at the camera. 

“Now, that may have looked aggressive, and I suppose it could have been but that’s what happens when humans get confused and curious. He just wants to know wat I am doing.”

The human sit back with a reproachful expression on his face shakes its head quickly back and forth and then flops backwards with an exaggerated sigh still eyeing Krill with that one green eye. “Now this is rather large for a male human, the average height being around 5’11, but he is by no means the largest male on the ship. Human hierarchy isn’t denoted by size or gender, but rather, the entire human race is placed into a hierarchical structure with their UN president at the top of that hierarchy, currently a short human female. Is has nothing to do with physical prowess and more to do with authority and social standing.”

The camera moves a bit closer to the human who leanes away brows furrowed before turning with a grumble onto his side facing away from the camera, “Now this is pretty interesting, humans have some of the best hearing known to the sentient species. See those folds inside the ear, helps them to funnel sound and determine the directionality of the noise. They have excellent horizontal and vertical sound location when the sound is in front of them. In fact, the path of sound into the brain is directly connected to the movement of the eyes.”

“Another important thing to remember around humans, as I said before, each of them are different, and this is important to note if you ever come into contact with humans. Some are more social than others, and some are more willing to let you touch them than others. This particular human is willing to put up with more than the average human.” A hand reaches out from behind the camera and proceeds to pat the human on the head. The human’s facial muscles contort into an unknown expression, “Now, no one really knows why humans have hair on the tops of their heads, it isn’t particularly useful for anything. At this point it’s mostly just believe it was selected for in the species as an attraction point for mates. Some humans lose their hair over time and others choose to get rid of it all together.”

The human sat up again catching the hand that had been panting him on the head and turned to look at Krill making more noises with his mouth, “Ah see, now there he is warning me off, so I’ll just pull back a little.” The camera shows Take a look at the eye, yes, see the large black aperture, that is the pupil and it gives humans the ability to control the amount of light they allow into their eye. When it is dark, the pupil will dilate giving them the ability to see in both the dark and the light, which is rather unknown to those species who use the spectrums of light between ultraviolet and infrared. Despite this inability, humans have the best depth perception, for reasons of hunting. Of course the alpha has lousy depth perception since you need two eyes for that”

The human’s head levels out, and its single eye locks onto the camera. The lid drops sweeping a layer of mucus over the outer layer of the eye, and then it lunges. The camera spirals spins, there is a scuffle as the image sees only patterns of shape and movement as the picture careens around the room, then it evens out. The camera turns around to view the human looking wide eyed into the lens. It grumble, then the image turns around to look down at Krill who has his arms crossed, “See, now that I have invaded on his territory he has deemed it necessary to prove his dominance over me by stealing my property, but you see there is a simple way to deal with a naughty human, at least this one anyway.”

The camera pans down as Krill walks forward and mercilessly jabs the human in his single leg. The human lets off a high pithed yelp of pain. The camera spirals and tilts viewing the room from floor level before it is snatched up turning back to face Krill, “I do not recommend doing that to two legged humans.” Behind him in the scene, the human is scrambling to his single leg, and rooting around beside the nest. Krill begins to speed up and then breaks into a scuttle, “Of course, I didn’t hurt the human. When dealing with their species, it is important to treat the humans the way humans treat humans, and between two dominant male humans physical dominance is very important….. What I employed was a simple dominance tactic to let him know that steeling my property isn’t allowed”

Something rattles behind him as Krill speeds up, “Of course it is wise to note that not all alphas will take things so well. This particular human is likely to interpret the action as play rather than a threat.” He cuts a corner and hides in the darkness of the next room over, “Keeping the human mind spry with play is very important for their happiness.” He quieted down very quickly as a set of footsteps stalked up the hall.

Loud hooting and chirping echoed from the hallway, “Humans enjoy being able to practice their hunting skills. That would be a hunting call to lure me out.” He whispered, “Luckily humans have terrible senses of smell.”

A shadow blocked the doorway, and the growling was suddenly very close by. Krill squeaked and the camera went black.

 Subtitles Krill Neglected to Add

Krill, what the hell are you doing? Why…..krill it’s four in the mourning.

You have got to be kidding me.

Wait, are you seriously filming right now.

I’m not a golden retriever Krill, why are you petting me! Who are you talking to? If this is going to be replacing your reports, I don’t know if I’m down for that.

Lousy depth perception my ass.

OW! SHIT no fair!

Alright, come out come out wherever you are…. Ok if you want to play this game, we can play.

But as you said before, we have excellent hearing.

#humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #humans are space australians #earth is a deathworld #earth is space australia #humans are weird

[musicaltheatrewannabe]

snow - a seblos oneshot <3

hope yall had a merry christmas - i am back with another seblos fic bc i cant get enough of them, so here we have them as boyfriends building a snowman and cute shenanigans ensue, enjoy!

Carlos put his feet up on the couch and yawned. It was the morning of December 26th and all of the Christmas excitement in his house from the day before had worn off, leaving his family scattered around doing nothing. For one thing, it wasn’t snowing anymore, and the non-stop snowfall of the day before had made it a magical white Christmas. Carlos got out his phone and scrolled mindlessly through the multitude of Christmas - and the handful of Hanukkah - posts on Instagram, smiling at all of his friends’ pictures. He was so glad that the production of High School Musical that semester had given him not only the opportunity to work as a choreographer, but also his first real group of friends. And then there was Seb, his boyfriend. Carlos smiled at the thought of the blonde musical theatre farmboy. He was still getting used to them being boyfriends, but with every day that they spent together it sunk in a little more. Carlos navigated back to Seb’s account and was looking at his family Christmas post just a little longer when he received a text from him: hey babe! happy boxing day lol:)

Carlos felt his heart flutter at being called “babe” and replied: happy boxing day to you too! you doing anything interesting to celebrate? ahaha.

Seb’s reply came immediately: not really - everyone has kind of disappeared to their own corners of the house…

Carlos stretched his back and sat up a bit on the couch before replying: honestly same, idk how my house went from the chaos it was last night to being completely deserted.

Seb wrote back again: well, if you’re not doing anything, do you wanna come over? the snow is so pretty here on the farm!

Carlos already started getting off the couch as he typed out his reply: yes pls, ok ill be there soon!

Soon enough Carlos had put on a scarf, hat and gloves, and had gotten one of his older cousins to drive him to Seb’s farm. He rang the doorbell eagerly, filled with the nervous energy that he got every time he saw Seb. Carlos heard footsteps thundering down the stairs and smiled at the fact that Seb was running to get the door. A few moments later, it swung open to reveal Seb grinning out at Carlos. “Hi!” he said, and leaned in to give Carlos a peck.

Carlos blushed at the kiss and said, “hey, what’s up?” He walked inside after Seb and started to take off his coat and hat when the other boy turned to grab his arms.

“Well, I’ve honestly just been hanging around so far, but I was thinking we could head out back and, I don’t know, like, make a snowman? Or something?” Seb looked hopefully at Carlos.

Carlos shrugged his coat back on with an eager grin, “yes, that sounds super fun!”

“Ok, great! Let me just put on my coat and boots,” Seb reached into his hall closet to get his winter clothes, including a long knitted rainbow scarf.

“Is that a homemade scarf?” Carlos asked. “Because it’s very cute,” he nodded his approval.

Seb grinned and wrapped it around his neck. “My grandma knitted it and gave it to me for Christmas,” he said, “it’s really cute, she’s been trying so hard to show her acceptance of me being gay ever since I came out to her last year.” Seb closed the closet and walked Carlos through the living room to the house’s back door.

“That’s so sweet, did you manage to fit your entire extended family in here last night?” Carlos asked, trying to imagine dozens of relatives filling the space.

“Don’t ask me how,” Seb laughed, opening the door and stepping out onto the porch. “Between my extended family and the farm animals, there was a lot of chaotic energy here last night.”

Carlos reached out to hold Seb’s hand as they looked out at the untouched snow beyond the porch. “Well, it’s very peaceful now,” he said, leaning his head onto Seb’s shoulder.

Seb took a deep breath and basked in the silence for all of three seconds before yelling, “not for long!” and running off the porch out into the snow.

Carlos laughed and followed suit, trying for fun to step exclusively in the footprints that Seb had made. “You’re such an idiot!” he called after his boyfriend, who was already gathering up snow into a large pile. When Carlos caught up to Seb, he started helping to build the base of the snowman.

They quickly finished the first layer, though that one was the easiest. Seb tried to make a small snowball and roll it around to accumulate more snow for the second layer, but it kept falling apart when it was only half the size that they wanted. When Seb kept failing, Carlos said, “here, watch and learn,” and tried as well, but his snow wouldn’t stick together either.

“You were saying?” Seb smirked and raised an eyebrow at Carlos, who shot him a glare in return.

“Hey, this has always worked for me before, okay?” Carlos countered, playfully hitting Seb on the arm. Seb feigned shock and knelt back down to the ground, forming a snowball again. “What are you doing, honey, it’s not just gonna work all of a sudden-“ Carlos’ sentence was cut off when Seb looked up at him with a mischievous grin and threw the snowball at him.

“Seems like that one worked,” Seb giggled.

Carlos raised his eyebrows at Seb and calmly said, “oh, I see, we’re doing this?” He dropped down to the ground to start making several snowballs, and a look of worry crossed Seb’s face.

“Uh oh…” Seb trailed off, running away from Carlos and the house. He stopped behind a tree and started making his own set of snowballs there, ready to retaliate when Carlos would attack. Seb took a quick peek back around the tree and was immediately met by a snowball to the chest and Carlos running toward him.

“How are your reflexes so fast, what the hell?” Seb laughed, throwing a few snowballs at the quickly-approaching Carlos.

“Ten years of dance training!” Carlos shouted back with a grin and a pirouette. Before he could reach the blonde boy, he dropped his last snowball and stopped to make a new one.

Seb took this as his opportunity to get away and ran in the opposite direction, frantically looking back to see Carlos hot on his trail. “No!” he shrieked and laughed as Carlos hit him right in the center of his back. Seb dramatically dropped to his knees and fell into the snow, turning around so he was on his back.

Carlos stood over him with a triumphant grin. “Do you accept defeat?” he asked.

Seb nodded and held out his hand. “Help me up?” he asked, looking up at Carlos with puppy dog eyes.

Carlos rolled his eyes and laughed, grabbing Seb’s hand. “You shouldn’t have dropped to the floor,” he tried to pull but Seb wouldn’t get up, and instead pulled Carlos to the ground with him.

Carlos let out a shriek but landed gracefully before laying his head carefully back into the snow. Seb laughed and turned to his boyfriend, his face softening into a smile, before looking back up at the clear blue sky again. He stretched out his arms and started sliding them up and down, along with his legs. “Look, a snow angel!” Seb turned his head to Carlos and beamed at him.

Carlos smiled fondly and softly said, “you’re a snow angel,” before blushing madly. “Oh my God that was so cheesy I’m sorry,” he laughed, and Seb giggled.

Seb stopped making the snow angel and shuffled closer so he could wrap an arm around Carlos. “No, I think it’s cute when you say stuff like that,” he chuckled. “It shows that you’re comfortable around me,” he said softly and nuzzled Carlos’ nose with his own.

Carlos stared back at Seb in awe and wrapped his arm around his neck. “Yeah, I guess I am,” he smiled, their faces still nearly touching. Barely needing to move, he leaned in to kiss Seb, slowly and gently. Seb’s arm tightened around Carlos’ back and then his hand started tracing patterns over the other boy’s coat. Carlos played with the hair at the nape of Seb’s neck in response, eliciting a contented sigh. They pulled apart and locked eyes again, not needing any words to express what they were feeling. Carlos leaned back into the snow again and his eyes drifted shut. Maybe it was just the cold, or maybe it was the way that he could feel Seb there without seeing him, but he felt the need to take in the moment, and Seb did the same.

After they had laid in the snow a few minutes longer, both boys started to really process the cold and got up to wander back to their unfinished snowman.

“Let’s try together,” Seb suggested regarding their previous failed attempts at making the second layer. Instead of just rolling a regular snowball around, they placed one on the first layer and packed snow onto it, and it stuck together.

“Nice!” Carlos high-fived Seb when they got the second layer to stay in place. They quickly managed to make the snowman’s head as well.

“I’ll go get some pebbles - can you find a few twigs for the arms back at my tree?” Seb asked with a chuckle.

Carlos picked out two pretty even sticks to be the arms and returned to find Seb giving their snowman pebble eyes, a nose and a mouth. Carlos nodded approvingly and stared at the snowman contemplating how to stick in the arms, earning a laugh from Seb.

Finally he stuck the twigs into the snowman so that they were sticking up, twig hands in the air. “Now we can call him Bob Fosse, what do you think?” Carlos grinned at Seb.

“Sounds about right,” Seb laughed, taking off his hat to put it on Fosse’s head.

“And for the finishing touch,” Carlos said and dramatically put his scarf around the snowman. He stepped back to look proudly at Fosse and took a picture of him.

“You know what? I’m very impressed with our creation!” Seb beamed at Carlos, their gazes lingering on each other. Seb noticed Carlos shiver and his expression turned to one of concern. “You don’t have a scarf anymore!”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m fine,” Carlos said, his teeth chattering.

“No no, it’s cold! Here, we can share mine,” Seb unwrapped his long rainbow scarf and looped it around Carlos’ neck, pulling him closer and wrapping it around his own neck as well. Both boys laughed at the impracticality of it but Seb just put his arms around Carlos and said, “see?”

Carlos couldn’t help but smile as he glanced up at Seb’s head. “And you don’t have a hat anymore, which means I get to do this,” he grinned as he ran his fingers through Seb’s hair.

The blonde boy thought about protesting in the name of not messing up his hair, but then he realized that he’d already laid in the snow, and besides, it felt really nice. “I won’t complain this time,” he sighed, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation.

“So the truth comes out, huh?” Carlos chuckled and dropped his hands back down, earning a pout from his boyfriend. Seb tightened the scarf around their necks to bring them closer to each other and crashed their lips together. Carlos was momentarily startled by the action but his eyes squeezed shut and he reacted quickly. His hands flew back up to Seb’s head, running through his hair, and Carlos felt Seb smile into the kiss. He pulled away but placed tons of little kisses over Seb’s cheeks and jaw, earning a small giggle, before returning to his lips. Seb finally pulled away for good and nuzzled his face into Carlos’ neck.

They rested there peacefully for a moment before Seb’s little sister ran out onto the porch and yelled, “Sebby! Can you make us hot chocolate?!!” The boys rolled their eyes with a sigh and laughed.

Seb unwrapped the scarf, leaving it around Carlos’ neck, and took his hand to walk back inside. Seb couldn’t help but kiss Carlos on the cheek right before they walked in. “You just look so cute in my scarf,” he said with an unapologetic smile.

After making hot chocolate for all of the kids, the boys were cleaning up in the kitchen. “You know,” Seb said, turning to Carlos, “we should make this our new Boxing Day tradition, since neither of us had one.”

Carlos smiled and raised his eyebrows at Seb. “Oh yeah? That could work… Which part?”

Seb bit his lip and grinned, wrapping an arm around Carlos’ waist and whispering into his ear, “all of it?”

#hsmtmts #seblos #carlos #frankie rodriguez #seb matthew smith #joe serafini #they love each other #so much #snow angels

[asrasotherbottom]

for the nsfw prompts, gender neutral!mc/julian "i want him to hear us,maybe then he'll get the message" (in specific about asra,who is still sorta into mc) maybe also "its too much,i cant-fuck!" in there. a creampie or facial would be nice if included (also sorry for this terrible filth nsfsgdh)

u good, i, for one, love terrible filth. however it pains me to hurt my precious magician like this alk;dfjs;lkjd  

and this got horribly long again im just full of feelings. (also when julian says darling, in my head at least, it comes out the way freddie mercury says it)

i’m gonna avoid any reference to MC’s genitals at all so, hope u like anal, anon. and some bondage and slight mention of scratching/blood. 

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“I have just the place.” They lead Julian down from the docks through winding streets in the dark, grasping his hand tight. “Ta-da!” The two of them arrive at the door of Asra’s shop. 

“Uh, do you really think this is a good idea? What if, what if Asra comes back? I, erm, don’t have the best history with him.” The apprentice hums lightly while undoing the protections on the door. 

“That didn’t stop you the two times you fucking broke in, Julian.” His cheeks flush bright red. “In any event, Asra’s away right now, off one of his mysterious journeys. He shouldn’t be back until the end of the week.” “Oh, well, I guess, I guess that’s okay then.” Julian flashes a cheeky grin. “I’m sure we’ll find lots of things to have fun with in here.” 

They lead him through the shop and up a small set of stairs to the living area. Julian has to hunch over with how low the ceilings are, but that doesn’t matter for long. They push him down softly onto Asra’s bed and laugh, climbing on top of him. “What are you in the mood for?” The apprentice throws their arms around Julian’s neck and plants a tender kiss on his lips. “You.” He keeps his composure well enough to smile, but his face is red to the tips of his ears. Out of the corner of their eye, the apprentice sees one of Asra’s many scarves hung on the side of the bed. Julian follows their gaze and instantly realizes what they’re thinking. “Oh ho ho, you are a naughty one, aren’t you? Well then,” he flourishes his arms dramatically, “what are you waiting for? Tonight, I’m yours.” “You don’t have to say it like that every night, Julian.” They roll their eyes and start helping Julian out of his clothes. “Ah, what can I say? This is new to me, you know. Getting to be yours every night.” A frown crosses his face. “I wish your, erm, teacher, didn’t have as hard of a time accepting it as I do.”

“Me too.” They look around the room wistfully, and shake their head. “But Asra’s not here now.” They run their hands over Julian’s collarbones gently. “Besides, maybe this will be good for you. Tied up in his bed, with his scarves, and fucking me.” Julian bites his lip and looks them in the eye, lovingly, longingly. The apprentice gets off the bed and fetches some scarves. “Is the word still Nevivon?” Julian nods his head as they start to tie his ankles to the bedposts, before moving on to his wrists. Julian winces slightly, seeing their hand brush over the brand on the back of his hand. Not in pain, exactly, but in guilt. 

They finish tying the last knot and stand back from the bed, appraising their handiwork. A satisfied smile spreads across their face at the sight of Julian spread out, naked, on Asra’s bed. He was already starting to get hard in anticipation. 

They walk over and gently take his eye patch off of his head. “Its just the two of us.” “Thank you, darling.” 

They lean down and kiss him passionately, and straddle his hips. His lips are eager and cool and he welcomes the warmth of their lips and their touch. Their fingers tangle themselves in his hair, pulling his head back. They can see his pulse bobbing in his throat before leaning over and planting kisses down his neck. Kisses turn to bites that turn into tugging on the skin between their teeth and his small gasps of pleasure turn to moans that ring out into the night. 

They trail the bites down his chest, every one making his body shudder. Their tongue runs circles around his nipples while they run their nails down his body. His cock is hard and the apprentice can feel it against them when they move.  They rub their hands together and when they part, their hands are slicked with oil. 

“Thats, ahhh, not a bad trick.” Julian barely manages to get the words out as they rub their hands along his shaft. He strains against the restraints as he shudders. 

“If you think thats a good trick, you’ll love this.” They lower themselves onto his cock and he easily slips inside their ass. Julian lets out a loud gasp and bites his lip. They start rocking their hips on his, all the while digging their nails into his stomach. They run their nails around his hard nipples and scratch down his chest, letting small droplets of blood form. Julian practically yells their name into the night. 

Not a moment later, they hear a noise from downstairs. The door closes and they hear Asra’s voice. 

“Haha, yeah. That was a funny thing to say. I can’t believe he called you a ferret. Who knows what a ferret is but not a snake?” His voice fades to the background as they look at Julian in panic. 

“What do we do?” Their voice is in a frantic whisper, but Julian looks like he has a plan. “I want him to hear us, maybe then he’ll get the message. I’m yours tonight, darling; I’m yours forever.” His words make them blush and they can feel the heat spreading from their face all the way down to between their legs. They cross back over to the bed in a single stride and rub their hands along his cock. They throw one leg over his hips and slide his shaft back into them. Julian moans softly. With renewed passion, they ride his cock, bracing their hand against his tender chest. He begins to thrust into them too, as best he can with his limited motion. Julian lets out a loud moan in pleasure.  

Asra’s voice quiets, and they hear a few footsteps on the stairs. “Julian, fuck, ah..” their voice is loud and breathy, “I’m so close.” The footsteps stop. They dig their nails into his sides, the whole bed shaking from their passion. 

“Its too much, I can’t wait much longer-fuck!” Julian practically yells his words as they feel him cum inside of him. He bites his lip and pulls at the restraints, the sight of him and the feeling of his orgasm sending the apprentice over the edge too. 

They sit there together, savoring their moment of passion, but also listening for any signs that Asra is still around. He undoubtedly heard them. Gently they get off of Julian and move to untie his hands and feet, stealing a quick kiss to the top of his head as they do so. They walk over to the kitchen area and grab some water and two clean cloths. Dipping a cloth in water, and warming it with their hands, they slowly clean him up, wiping away any residual semen, oil, and blood on him. He leans down to kiss their head this time. They grab the other cloth and clean themselves up, his cum is now both in and all over their ass. 

The apprentice sits on the bed next to Julian, and gently cups his hand in theirs. He leans into the touch, and smiles for a moment. 

“Erm, hmm. As much as I’d love to stay here, we probably ruined his night enough without also leaving him without anywhere to sleep.” Julian already has his shirt half on. 

“That’s probably a good point. When did you become the responsible one?” They help Julian get dressed, pausing periodically to admire all the marks on his neck and chest. They throw their own clothes on hastily. There’s no way out on this floor, so they have to go back down into the main shop area to leave. 

Asra is sitting in the back room, his cards spread out in front of him, but he’s staring at the wall. Julian avoids eye contact with him entirely, but the apprentice can’t help themselves. They pause and turn to Asra, unsure of what to say. Asra gives them a sad smile, but they know in their heart what it means. 

“Be careful, but if you’re sure…”  The apprentice returns the smile, with a wrinkled brow. “Thank you. and…erm, sorry.”

Julian is already outside, waiting. They take a deep breath. 

“Well, where to now?” 

“Oh darling, I have just the place.” Julian grabs their hand and laces his fingers with theirs, before they run off into the night. 

#asra #julian #julianxapprentice #julian lemon #julianxapprentice lemon #the arcana lemon #i hope you like this!!! #Anonymous #mine

[sulevinblade]

(Talesfromthefade) things you said when you were drunk, for the DWC?

OH MY GOD this was a little idea that got away from me in a big big way but I’m still pretty happy with it. For this and for “cafune - the act of running your fingers through the hair of someone you love,” from @contreparry! For @dadrunkwriting!!

Alistair/Leohta Aeducan, T for language, dumb suggestive jokes, and alcohol use, 4k+ words (awaaaay from me, I wish I had time to edit it but uh I spent the entire time writing it instead). 

On the cusp of the party’s visit to Orzammar, Alistair learns what kind of drunk Leohta can be, and shares a little lesson of his own. Light angst, serious fluff.

He finds her standing on the rocky beach, well away from the dim glow provided by the Spoiled Princess’s small windows. It takes a moment for Alistair’s eyes to adjust to the complete dark–the night watch Templar doused all the torches at the dock, as clear an indication as anything that no one else would cross Lake Calenhad tonight–but even if he’d had to follow her blind he could’ve found her by the sound.

Bloop.

Normally finding Leohta by sound means the clank or grind of armour, the grunts or barks of Leon, or even her rare laughter at something Zevran said (it was always Zevran making her laugh), but tonight the sound is completely unfamiliar. It’s still enough to guide him, though.

Bloop.

Last he’d seen her, she was swapping some of the coin they’d made selling things to the Templar quartermaster for three large bottles of deep pink liquid. It seemed a bit of a racket to Alistair, that they should collect the mages’ items as they cleared the Tower only to sell them to the Templars who would then in turn sell them back to the Mages, but surely if that wasn’t how the economy of the Circle usually worked, Wynne would’ve said something. That was Alistair’s hope, anyway, as he’d watched Leohta count the coins before they left, then again at the tavern’s bar. She’d tossed the bag back to him before collecting the bottles and heading outside, and he in turn had left it with Zevran.

Bloop.

“You have known our illustrious leader the longest among any of us. Has this always been a habit of hers?” Alistair squinted across the table, trying to determine Zevran’s game, but succeeded only in giving up his own. “You think I see this as a weakness I can exploit, but I would think even you would see that if I were going to do so, I would have done it by now and certainly would not draw attention to my plans by involving you.” His eyes only narrowed further–how does Zevran make talking down to him still seem so seductive?–but Alistair did sit back in his chair.

“I haven’t known her all that long, really, but I don’t think so. Why d'you ask?”

“My Antiva makes the finest wines in Thedas, so it is not uncommon to see those there who overindulge, but there are many types. Leohta, she is young and exploring her limits, yes, but she is also trying to drown things she does not want to feel. Her limits are low and the things she seeks to kill are very large. It is a dangerous combination.”

Alistair glanced again toward the door. Of course she hadn’t come back inside, that’d be too much to ask for, but what was he supposed to do?

“If it is too much for you, I will go after her, but she should not be alone.” Both of their chairs scraped back at the same time but Alistair was the first to stand, something that for some reason brought a sad smile to Zevran’s face. Alistair could only look at it for a moment before looking away.  "I know you do not think much of me, Alistair, and while that is entirely your loss, I do know that one thing we have in common is how much we care for her. Go see to her, my friend, before her sorrows are not all she drowns. It is probably for the best; I am not much of a swimmer myself.“

Bloop.

So now here he is, approaching carefully, pretending to be taking in the constellations while Leohta hurls rocks at the water like she’s trying to knock the waves down before they can reach the shore. The night is perfectly clear; Kinloch Hold is merely a dark space in the sky where the stars are missing, but everything else is black sky and white twinkles. He clears his throat in case she somehow hasn’t noticed since he doesn’t fancy getting one of those stones thrown at him, but she only pauses for a moment before bending to search the area around her feet for another suitable candidate. One bottle is already empty, stuffed mouth down among the pebbles and into the sand underneath them, and as Alistair finishes closing the distance Leohta gives up her search and instead tips to land on her backside, legs out in front of her and a second bottle in her hand. He knows they’re not small but her stature makes them seem even larger; it makes the sight of her lifting one to her lips almost comical but the effect is spoiled by how long it stays there. Maker’s breath, Zevran was right when he talked about drowning.

"You planning on coming up for air any time soon?”

There’s a pop as she breaks the vacuum she’s created, then a dry laugh. She still isn’t looking at him. It makes his chest hurt, how badly he wants her to turn her head. “Breathe through your nose and you can use your mouth for whatever you want.”

“You’re spending too much time with Zevran, saying things like that.” Sighing, Alistair drops down crosslegged at her side and extends a hand. “What are you even drinking? I’ve never seen anything that color in a tavern before.”

“One of the Templars told me about it. I guess–” there’s a pause and she bunches up her eyebrows, apparently trying to put the pieces back together, “I guess the mother started making it as a tribute to her daughter and now of course it’s all very sad but the owner still makes it as a specialty. Sweet mead made with roses.” She passes over the open bottle, not bothering to wipe the top, and the expression on her face, like she’s sharing a secret, distracts him so much he can’t be bothered either. She wasn’t kidding when she said it was sweet but the roses are strong too, floral and delicate. He passes the bottle back after just one mouthful.

“I’ve never had a mead like that before. It’s very… different.” Leohta seems to accept that answer, nodding before lifting the bottle to her lips again.

“There’s nothing like this in Orzammar. Not even in the palace. Not even to make it. No honey, no roses, and when there is if you said you wanted to make something like this with it, you’d be laughed out of the kitchen.” She holds the bottle in front of her contemplatively, swishing the contents back and forth gently and tilting her head in time with the motion. Alistair’d almost think it was a contented sort of gesture but then she sighs and drops her head back, hair falling over her shoulders as she lifts the bottle skyward. “Nothing like that, either. No stars, no sky. Some of the caverns are so high the ceilings are invisible, but you still know they’re up there.” Slowly, she lowers the bottle but keeps her gaze fixed upward.

“Do you miss that?” It’s not something he’s given a lot of thought to but it’s hard to imagine. Even within the walls of the Chantry there were windows. The sky was always there, or not-there maybe, when compared to a ceiling of stone. Trying to imagine life without it or everything it held–the sun, the moons, the clouds and stars and birds–was virtually impossible, but here was Leohta not just imagining the opposite but living it.

“Dunno. I still don’t understand all this. What keeps it up there?” Her hand waves up at the stars but only briefly; even sitting down she’s unsteady without both hands to support her. “With the stone, you know that even if you can’t see the ceiling, it’s still held there by the stone. Nothing floats, nothing rises or sets.” Watching her profile, he can see the way it hardens as her train of thought jumps the track. “Nothing changes.”

He shifts a little, the pebbles grinding softly underneath him as he leans to try to catch her eye. “You changed.”

This time when she looks over at him, it gives him a chill. The stone she’s been so contemplative about has found a home in her eyes, the set of her mouth. They seem cold and stiff and almost lifeless, soft evening blue turned to lapis lazuli. Still beautiful but hard. “I left, and not by choice. You wouldn’t know how much I’ve changed, Alistair. You have no idea what I was like before we met.”

“I suppose not, but I do know you’ve changed in the time I’ve known you.” He keeps his voice softer now, speaking carefully to avoid that stony shift becoming somehow permanent. He hasn’t seen her look like that since before Ostagar, and to lose all the little ways she’s softened since then would be the greatest waste. “Do you miss that? Or her, I guess. Do you miss who you were before?”

Her laugh is a single humorless sound that moves her entire body, shaking her shoulders and flexing her stomach. “What does that matter? She’s dead. Worse than dead.” There’s venom in her voice but Alistair doesn’t flinch since for once he’s certain it’s not directed at him. He watches as Leohta stands, a wobbly process that involves repeated planting of hands and feet before she can push herself vertical. There’s a powerful temptation to offer her help but the set of her jaw makes him stay his hand, even if whatever effect she might be going for is already ruined by her own unsteadiness. “Nobody mourned her, nobody misses her, but it doesn’t change the fact that she’s dead. Bhelen killed her as sure as he killed Trian. The prince is dead, the princess is dead. Princess Aeducan is dead.” Her voice is raising, getting louder and more raw the longer she speaks, until finally she’s yelling out at the water. “Princess Leohta Aeducan, second born and best beloved daughter of House Aeducan, is dead!” She punctuates the last word by throwing the empty bottle into the water but it’s a bad throw, short and shallow. The bottle makes only a small splash then floats, reflecting the moonlight as it bobs its way back toward the shore.

Alistair rises, brushing at the back of his breeches, and makes his way up to stand beside her. He’s well within punching range, possibly a dangerous gamble, but if the way she’s carrying herself is any indication, it wouldn’t hurt very much right now. Plus, if she punched him, at least it’d prove she was feeling something. “I’d mourn her but like you said, I never did get to meet her. I’ve met Warden Aeducan, though, and I think she’s pretty great. Accomplished a lot, too.”

She’s bent back down and is sorting through the stones at her feet, tucking some in the bend of her other arm. Standing back up is a careful process but she’s shaking her head the entire time. “They’re not gonna think so.” Her voice is normal again but her profile is still stony.

Bloop.

Was this was he was like heading into Redcliffe? Of course, he hadn’t gotten drunk on sickly sweet mead to deal with it, but he’d had his turn as the prodigal royal-but-not-really. The main difference was he never wanted it, but she spoke so little of her life before the Grey Wardens. Was the crown of Orzammar what she’d really wanted? Not that it really mattered now. “Seems to me they had their chance to appreciate you and they blew it.”

“Oh, no. That’s the thing. Up until the end, they loved Princess Aeducan. That was the whole problem. She was too well-loved. Luckily, I’m not.” Leohta stares out at the ripples from her last throw but the fight’s going out of her. It ought to be a comfort, less risk of being punched, but instead it just hurts more. He curls his hands into fists at his sides to keep from reaching out, swallows the words that’d tell her just how deeply loved she is and not only by him, as much as he might wish it were so.

“We could go back to Denerim without going to Orzammar.” Aaaaaaaalistair, what’re you doooooooing? He ignores the voice in the back of his head, prepared to make an argument for mounting their assault without the help of the dwarves, but Leohta shakes her head. She’s drunk and she’s still got better sense than you.

“Just because I don’t want to go back doesn’t mean we don’t have to. Being a Grey Warden isn’t supposed to be fun, hasn’t been so far, why start now?” She seems to consider the matter closed as she turns her attention back to the rocks she’s holding, sorting through them as though looking for a particular one. They start to slip away and clack into the pebbles below and with a frustrated sigh she picks one, letting the remainder drop. “This is supposed to be, though. How the fuck do you do this?” Another windup, another bloop.

“Wait. What are you trying to do?”

“Make it…” She shakes her head, the word apparently lost, and instead makes a bouncing motion with her hand.

“You’re trying to skip stones… by heaving them at the surface of the water with all your might?” And there’s the punch he was waiting for, exactly as painless as expected. It’s not even hard enough to stop him laughing.

“I saw you and Zevran do it in Redcliffe before we left and it seemed to calm you down so I thought I’d try. You made it look easy, but if you’re just gonna laugh then forg–”

Alistair intercepts her before she can start to walk away. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just that I never would have guessed that’s what you were trying to do. I thought you were mad at the lake or something.” She’s looking up at him, wary, so he holds his hands up in innocence. “If you still want to try, I can show you.”

“No more laughing?”

“No more laughing. Warden’s honor.” When Leohta seems satisfied with his intentions, Alistair finally looks away from her, crouching down. “The first thing you need is the right kind of rock. It needs to be pretty flat and you want a triangle shape if you can find one, but flat will do for now.”

She’s crouching as well. “I thought it would be better with a round rock, like a ball.” She’s quiet, almost chastized, and Alistair has to duck his head and cough into his fist to hide the grin it conjures.

“No, that’ll break through the water and sink. A flat rock will bounce better. Something like these.” He shows her the three he’s found, all rounder still than he’d like but they should do the trick. She holds up a couple of her own and really, they’re no better, but they’re only for learning. “Yes, those will do. Now.” Alistair drops to his knees and crooks his fingers around one of the stones. “You have to hold it like this, because the important part is that you get it to spin. That’s what makes it skip.”

Leohta’s squinting at his hand, then she tries it out herself. Her hands are smaller so she can’t quite circle it the way he does, but Alistair hopes it’ll work out. “Like this?”

“Just like that. Now, the other trick is not to throw it up but to flick it. You want it to stay flat so you have to kind of–” He turns his arm out at the elbow and flicks the rock out onto the water. Four hops, not his best work but not bad.

When he looks back at Leohta, though, she’s entranced. She watches the ripples so long he has to clear his throat to get her attention back, but this time every trace of the stone is gone from her face. She looks eager, determined, but also a little embarrassed. Surprised to have been caught, probably, but it’s a charming expression nonetheless. She turns to face the water again, weighing the rock in her hand, then moves her arm and throws.

It splashes and sinks just like all her other attempts. Leohta curses softly and starts to turn away but Alistair catches her wrist.

“Hey, no way. You’re not giving up after one attempt. C'mon. We’ve got two more rocks, so two more tries, then I guess I can let you give up.” He starts to move before she can start to argue.

“It’s not giving up, Alistair, it’s accepting the inedible. Inedibibble. Ined… remind me to compliment the tavernkeeper tomorrow. His stuff is good.” Her voice gradually gets softer, a delayed reaction to where Alistair has taken up a position just behind her. It’s extremely convenient for him: she can’t see how his face is burning up from the presumptuousness of being so close to her, but it’s also the best position to show her how to move her arm. He wraps his hand around hers and lifts her arm into position.

“From here, you have to flick your hand out. Try to imagine the rock spinning out from the inside of your thumb and taking all that energy with it. The harder you can flick it, the more it’ll bounce and the more hops you’ll–all right, that’s it, you and Zevran are officially being separated because that’s not even dirty and now you’ve made it dirty. I hope you’re happy.” The woman in front of him is struggling to contain her laughter, he can tell, and as much as he wants to keep her focus on him, it’s hard to be genuinely upset. She doesn’t laugh nearly enough and especially not around him. The fact that whatever is so funny is lost on him is a far distant concern.

Alistair waits for her to compose herself then takes a moment to compose himself in turn when she settles back into a proper posture that puts her in contact with him from shoulder to hip. She’s nearly as tall as he is when he’s on his knees like this, a fact he’s thought about many times but never quite in this situation. Leohta gives herself a little shake, tossing her hair in his face as she does. He tries to blow it out of the way but there’s just too much. All right then, one thing at a time.

“Now. Just remember, angle your hand back and then flick. That word is ruined for me now, I think. You’ve ruined flicking.” In front of him Leohta snorts and Alistair make a private vow to forbid Zevran from using that word. He wants it to be their joke even if he doesn’t understand it. “Do you think you can manage?”

“To flick? I’ve done all right for the last few years anyway.” She giggles and clears her throat. “All right. Angle my hand back,” and her hand is moving inside of his so he loosens his grip, “then forward and flick!”

Alistair peers over her shoulder and sure enough. Blip, blip. One hop, but it’s one more than she’d managed before. He puts his hands on her shoulders and squeezes. “There you go! Well done, Warden Aeducan.” She lifts one hand to pat his but he can tell she’s still looking at the ripples.

After a moment, he releases her shoulders and, feeling a little bolder by the fact that she hasn’t elbowed him away yet, reaches forward to comb his fingers through her hair. It’s a practical gesture–even as he’s speaking, her hair is getting in his mouth–but hardly exclusively practical. Her hair is thick and her scalp surprisingly warm underneath it. In front of him she’s gone very still; he thinks she might even be holding her breath but then again, so is he. He focuses on his own hands until he’s gathered her hair at the back of her neck, but then the tension in it changes and oh.

Alistair looks up and she’s right there, her head turned to look at him. Maker’s breath but she’s close, her mouth gently open and her eyes searching his face. Her breath smells like honey and roses and his hand is still in her hair, it’d be so easy and it might be perfect but she’s been drinking and that’s not right. Or might it be OK, with her looking at him like that? The motion of her lips is so mesmerizing that it takes him a moment to realize she’s speaking to him.

“Alistair.” And like that, the moment is over, or at least set aside. “Would you do that again?”

“Of course.” She could ask him to fetch the moons from the sky right now and he’d say yes, but… “Wait, do what?” He didn’t do anything other than have a whole lot of thoughts in a very short span of time.

“Touch my hair. That was nice.” She’s leaning more of her weight against him now and it’s nice but also just starting to make him concerned. Still, he already said yes, so Alistair releases her hair from where he’s holding it and threads his fingers through it again, starting at her temple, mindful of and parallel to the little braid she’s so meticulous about. As he does it, her eyes drift closed but her face is relaxed. It’s not quite a smile but he’ll take it. “Again,” she murmurs as his hand comes to rest on the back of her neck.

Alistair laughs softly but he complies with her request, stroking his fingers through her hair again. And again, and once more, until she leans forward completely and drops her head onto his shoulder. Her breath is warm on his neck as he gives her one last stroke, then stops to reach out away from her. She grumbles softly in protest but he hushes her. “I’m just getting your other bottle. It’s bought and paid for, no sense leaving it here.”

“Why, where’re we going?”

“I don’t know yet about myself but you are doing to bed. Sleeping standing up is only good for horses and probably Sten, and sleeping on your knees is good for no one. Now, come on, up you get.” He hooks the hand holding the unopened bottle of rhodomel under Leohta’s knees, his other arm coming up behind her shoulders. She grumbles again as he starts to stand and he pauses before beginning to walk.

“You’re carrying me like a princess.” The humor in her voice warms him but now he feels a little more confident about deflecting it.

“I’m a Warden carrying another Warden like a Warden. No princesses here. Well, except for the tavern but I’m certainly not trying to pick that up. I could throw you over my shoulder if you wanted, but you have to promise not to throw up on my back.”

“No promises.” She slumps against his shoulder as he starts to walk. It’s only a few steps from the beach to the door but he takes his time. Who knows what Orzammar will do to her, or what she might do to Orzammar? The answer is liable to be complicated but this, for as unexpected as it is, feels strangely simple. She might not even remember it in the morning, but it’s not a feeling Alistair’s going to forget any time soon. “Alistair.”

“I don’t have a free hand to pet you, but if you can stay awake until we get inside, maybe I’ll give you scritches once I get you upstairs.” He’s trying to figure out how he’s going to open the door when she shakes her head and answers.

“Thank you for coming out tonight. I’m sorry I’m–”

“None of that now. You have nothing to be sorry for, and if anything I should say thank you for having me.” Alistair manages to hook the latch with his pinkie then wedge his foot into the gap, kicking the door open as he maneuvers her inside. “You may not have found it so, but I think being a Warden can be a little bit fun, if you’re with the right person. Or people,” he continues, scrambling to cover for himself while trying to ease the door’s closing with his foot. Once he’s got both feet back on the ground, he looks down at the woman in his arms. Fast asleep, looking as young as he’s ever seen her and more peaceful than she has possibly the entire time he’s known her. The inn’s main room is empty, the fire doused, and he’s almost loathe to speak again and interrupt the silence, but he does.

“Or person. Just the right person.”

#my writing #dadwc #dwc #alistair theirin #leohta aeducan #alistair x f!warden #alistair x f!aeducan #alcohol #but also fluff #and feels #leohta's such a mess #oh and yes she and jonah gave their mabaris the same name #it's a thing

[gottalovetheletos]

Surprising Jared on Tour

Authors note: I’m sorry the intro is so long. It’s just setting the scene. Anyway as usual I hope you enjoy. x 

WARNINGS: smut.

Jared Imagine.

Surprising Jared on tour.

“Y/N I miss you so much” Jared whined down the phone. “I know I miss you too” “We’ve been together a year and a half now and I swear it gets harder to leave you, beautiful” “Well it sure doesn’t get any easier babe” I sighed. “So how have you been” He carefully asked knowing things haven’t been the best lately as I’ve been filling him in via text. “Honestly… not good. Tina, my boss, won’t accept my report. So she’s making me write out another plus one more because apparently I fucked up this one. My laptop is broken so now I have to work off of my phone which is horrible because the screen is so bloody small and… my new assistant keeps bringing her home life into work. She keeps fighting with her boyfriend, so he rings the office and shes constantly on the phone therefore I’m not getting any messages because clients cant get through to her and she’s slacking. So I stay at the office until 8 pm trying to pick up the pieces and have done for the last month” I feel the tears forming in my eyes and my voice cracks when I say “ and I just need a cuddle”. I hear Jared sigh on the phone. “Sorry babe, I’m just feeling sorry, for myself, I just miss you a hell of a lot that’s all”. 

“Y/N listen. It’s okay to feel sorry for yourself, it sounds like you’ve got a lot on your shoulders right now and I’m sorry I cant be there” “Oh for fuck sake! Zeus has just pooped on the floor”. I interrupted. “Oh sweetie. After you’ve dealt with that you need to go and have a relaxing bath then bed” Jared convinced me. We said our goodbyes, tears leaving a transparent path down my face. I sat in the chair with my face in my hands. Zeus, the new bi-eyed Siberian husky puppy, (Jared got me before he left) came over to me and started to lick my tears. “Sorry bud, I’m not mad at you I wasn’t watching. Do you, your brother and sister want to go outside?” I asked them. All three of them ran to the patio door. Hunter, he was our first husky boy, then Echo, my princess came. All rescued of course. Such good company for when I was on my on. I closed the patio door behind them leaving the cool autumnal air outside. I boiled some water so I could make a tea. After rinsing the spoon I let the dogs back in and locked the door behind them and closed the curtains. I walked up the stairs with my pack behind me. Walking into the dully lit bedroom I rested my tea on my bedside table. Dragging my feet into the en-suite bathroom I started to run the bath. Took of my clothes and put them in the hamper. I dimmed the lights and slowly sank myself into the hot, bubbly water. Echo, my lovely girl, came in to check on me. She could always tell when I was upset. She licked my tears and made her way back to the bedroom. I watched the water slowly disappear down the drain and dried myself off. I walked into the bedroom and was met by 3 sets of eyes that glanced up from the bed. Picked out some pajamas, got into bed and started drinking my tea. *The Next Day* Tina called me into her office. “Y/N, why have you been staying until 8 pm?” She asked looking slightly pissed off. “Well I’ve been having problems with Lola, my new assistant” I continued to explain my troubles in the office. “Right let me sort something. Come back to me in 20 minutes”. I nodded and walked away. Back at my desk there was a parcel wrapped in brown paper and a red bow with a note. It read ‘To my gorgeous hard working woman. Love you. J x’. I opened it and it was a brand new mac-book. Bless him. He was truly my angel. I spent the 20 minutes setting everything up on the laptop. Once i’d finished I walked back into Tina’s office. “Y/N, for the past month you have been staying until 8 pm and sometimes later. You must be under a lot of stress. I understand your partner is away too. So I’ve made a executive decision, I’m going to give you 2 weeks off. You need to spend that time catching up with anything you need to, I’m also taking your first report. Don’t worry about the other two. I’ll get the editor on the first one and well, we’ll make it work”. Standing there in complete shock I didn’t know what to do. “I want you to leave normal time today 5 pm okay?” I nod my head, thanked her and walked out of her office with a beaming smile. Sat back down at my desk I looked up out of my door to see Lola on the phone to her boyfriend once again. I didn’t mid so much today because I wasn’t really getting any work done. I texted Shannon. ’ Hey Shan, Hope you’re all doing okay. I need a really big favor please. x He got back to me instantly. ‘Hey angel, all good here thank you, and yourself? What do you need? x ’ 'Yep all good here too thank you, well I have been given 2 weeks off from tomorrow, I want to fly out and surprise Jared. I need country, area, and hotel please. x’ 'That’s awesome. Yes I can do. I will send the details over for tomorrows location x’. After half an hour of speaking to Shannon I had booked my plane ticket and Shannon rang the hotel to let them know I was coming to stay with Jared. I had also phoned up a friend and she said she would look after the dogs. The only thing I needed to do was pack my bags. 5 pm came around faster than expected. I literally sped home and greeted by my 3 fur babies. A quick dinner was all I needed I grabbed my suitcase and stared packing. My friend came over to pick up the dogs and left. I went to bed.          My flight was at 1 pm. I quickly put on some clothes and a little makeup. The flight to Paris took around 11 hours. It was 9 pm in Paris luckily their hotel wasn’t too far from the airport. I arrived and checked in at the hotel. First thing I did was take a shower, thankfully the show didn’t end until 10:30 pm. I dolled myself up and made my way to the show. Shannon had hidden a backstage pass for me in the room, I made sure to take it with me. Finally backstage in their dressing room, I began to feel nervous. I could hear the show coming to a close and heard the rumbling of the boys down the hall. The door swung open. Jared’s face was shocked but he was so happy “Oh My God babe, what? How? I thought you were working. “Surprise” I shout. “I’ll explain later”. I received a hug off of Shannon and Tomo. “Uh, we’re gonna go for a walk” Tomo said. They both left the room and Jared and I were alone. He sat on the couch and patted the space next to him. I sat down. “How was the show?” I asked while stroking his hand. “Awesome and even better now you’re here” I giggled “Thank you for my gift by the way, I have something for you when we get back to the hotel room” I said putting my leg over so I was straddling him. He raised his eyebrows as I gently rocked my hips. “Oh really?” he questioned “Oh yeah” I moaned slightly bending down to kiss just below his ear. I could feel one hand on my ass and the other leading down to my panties that were already wet from me grinding, as he was sucking on my collar bone leaving little marks of lust behind. Shannon walked in. “Hey Jared sorry can I used your charger… can you two not wait until we’re back at the hotel?” he giggled. “Charger’s over there” Jared pointed. My hips still slowly bumping into his growing erection. His hand still rubbing my sensitive nub with his thumb and slipped a finger in. “Fuck” I whispered. Maybe a little too loud because Shannon definitely heard. “Guys, I’m still in the room. Please wait before anything else happens. I don’t want to watch this live sex show” We all laughed. “Well we should make our way back to the hotel. Jared said ceasing all physical contact between us. "Yeah good idea” Shannon insisted and left the room to find Tomo. “Leave the skirt on, take off the panties” Jared instructed. He put them in his pocket as I didn’t bring my purse.   We arrived at the entrance of the hotel and made our way to the elevator. Jared and I stood at the back. while everyone filtered in front of us. He lifted the back of my skirt and began to squeeze my ass again. He pushed open my leg a little and found the hole again, rubbing up and down the pushing a finger in. Slowly pumping in and out. I tried not to squirm, it was very hard. He was so good! We reached our floor and his finger retreated. He licked what was left of me off of his finger which just made me hornier. Once in our hotel room he pushed me up against the door kissing me forcefully. I escaped his grip and lead him towards the bed. Undressing him I could see a huge erection in his underwear. Once freed I held him in my mouth. Slowly bobbing my head, forgetting how big it actually was. I love the sound of his moans. He thrusts into my mouth. I feel him go all the way down my throat. He pulls me up so I am positioned right above his face. Lowering myself down I moan upon impact. He mouth is magic when it comes to foreplay. Jared knows how to control me. He knows all of my sweet spots and if he does it just right can make me cum at the drop of a hat. I can’t take anymore. I slowly move back down his chest so his dick is aligned with my entrance, before he goes in he rolls me over and starts by placing one finger then another he’s making a come hither motion and making wriggle. “J, don’t be a tease, I need more of you. I need you to fuck me, Please” I beg. “Our wish is my command” and slowly entered.  We moan in unison. “I have missed you so much” He said. “Mmmhmm” was all that could escape my lips and I was concentrating on not cuming too early. His slower pumps turned into rougher ones. I realize I cannot hold it any longer I need release. My eyes rolled back and my body uncontrollably jerking as he still stroked my clit while I had reached my climax. Him seeing me like this made him ready too. He went in with deep long thrusts, faster and faster until I was filled with his hot liquid. He collapsed on my chest and began caress my arm saying “I’m so glad you’re here. How long can you stay for?”. “I’m glad too. sometimes all I need is you, and just a little under 2 weeks”. I replied placing sensual kisses all over his face. He rolled of me and laid on his back with his arms behind his head. I cuddled up to him. “Well then we’re doing that every fucking night” Jared chuckled.

P.S. If you’ve made it this far down thank you <3 

Also do you guys prefer my imagines with gifs and pictures? and would you rather me write in first person or not? (like would you rather me write : You and Jared walked to the lobby. Or, Jared and I walked to the lobby?)

Once again thank you. Beautiful echelon family <3 x x x

#jared leto #jared leto smut #jared leto imagine smut #jared leto imagine #jared leto fanfiction #jared leto fanfic

[tracelii]

gimme dat sweet AMA half drowning

How dare you ask me to write something having to do with sirens. angst, my own au, and asagao academy, an hour before my birthday--- id be happy to, home biscuit

happy freaking birthday to me!!!

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“Hana, sing for me!!”

“I’m… sorry?”

If there was such a thing as a puppy in a siren’s body, thiswas it.

“You have to sing!! If I’m going to rap, you have to singfor me, right?”

He darted back and forward in the pool, his sleek black andyellow tail guiding his aimless path as he did so. He made it look soeffortless, moving back and forward across the surface, his face as bright asthe sun. “You have to sing or its not going to work!! The song had a singertoo!!”

Hana blushed, but took a seat at the very end of the pool.She hadn’t packed a bathing suit when she came to the Monster Academy, not thatshe’d know there would be a pool, or this would be a monster academy, so shealways opted to sit at the edge. She’d remove her shoes and socks, and let herfeet rest in the cool, possibly salt water of the pool (she was certain it couldn’tbe chlorine with gills involved, but were mermaids and sirens salt water, orfresh water--)

“So, will you?”

Hana snapped back to attention, and she grew embarrassed, hercheeks heating up just to defy her. “Will anyone else come in here?”

“Nah, technically its after hours. Mimi comes in laterbecause she says I’m too loud for her beauty swim, or something.” But he gave agood smile. “But if anyone comes, you can just stop, okay?”

With a great hesitation, she finally nodded to the affirmative.

“Great, Oh—I’m so excited, I’ve been listening to that songfor like, three days. I didn’t know you could talk in music. And in rhythm too? Oh man, its exactly what I need.”His smile softened. “Its super hard not to sing to music.”

“Yea, I understand that.” Hana kicked her feet for a little,then gestured over to her bag. “I have the music, but I cant be near the poolbecause my phone cant get wet.”

Luke gestured the ok sign at her with his hands (Somethinghe had picked up from her, and he overused it very enthusiastically) beforedisappear below the surface, just enough to dip and raised his… somehow stillhatted-head. He rubbed his face, and was beaming underneath. “Are there a lot ofrap songs?”

“Oh yes, more than you can shake a fin at.”

“How do I… shake a fin, at-““Figure of speech!” Hana said, which he seemed to accept for an answer thoughshe had no way of knowing if he actually knew just what ‘figure of speech’itself meant. She got to her feet, (her… now cold feet), and patted quicklyover to her bookbag hanging on the wall. She dug around a little before pullingher phone free, and quickly moved over to her music-player app.

“I’d like to get a phone.” Luke said thoughtfully. “But Iguess the whole water thing…” he squinted his eyes in though. “You think if Ileave it in a small plastic bag or wrap it in a towel… or rap, like, you know, rap much-“

It was almost a pun, and Hana had to laugh. She turned herphone all the way up as the intro to the music kicked in without much warning,and called over the volume at Luke. “If you mess up the words its okay! Justkeep going, alright?”

He nodded happily, moving right up to the edge of the poolnow, resting his chin on his hands and his elbows on the floor that borderedthe edge.

It was a silly and quite typical love song featuring a rapor two, but it was also about the sea which Hana thought Luke would mostappreciate. At this point however it seemed like she could give him a rap aboutmarshmallows and he’d be totally down for it, not even knowing whatmarshmallows are. It was the kind of person he was, and she could really admirethat.

“Hana---“ He whispered. “The words-“

“Uh--- Oh!” She had missed her cue. “T-The ocean’s waves, blue like your eyes-“ She stumbled alongfiguratively until she had caught up with the song. She turned it up a littlelouder. “The waves crashing a—along theshore- the tide—washing out—“ She was really either struggling, or embarrassedor both. She knew this song, though- it came on the radio about a thousandtimes a day back home, and it had gotten stuck in her head more than once. Shehad grown to like it, how come she couldn’t remember it now??

Luke’s eyes were on her intently picking up every strugglingnote. She winced as her voice cracked at a particularly long and high note, buthe whooped and clapped excitedly as if she had just performed the bestperformance of his and her life. She smiled sheepishly, but gained the will togo on.

“Your eyes were likediamonds!” Luke picked up immediately on his rap verse. “Sparkling like the sun on the sand, led meto understand, that I could be your man-“

Hana giggled, but noted that he really had the rap part downextraordinarily well. Even when she had learned the rap, she couldn’t alwayspronounce all the words in a row like that- rapping was really a talent, andLuke seemed to have that talent.

“I only wished that wewere the fish, let me whisk you away-“

Hana sort of sang the backing vocals as Luke pointed at her,which caused him to laugh and clap again as it faded back into the singingchorus.

He was really doing it with his whole body, between rappingand cheering her on. He was even clapping to the music. Hana set down her phonecarefully, and clapped with him. He was a pretty cheerful guy, but she hadnever seen him this happy in the moderate about of time they had known eachother. He must have really missed music.

“To see the sea withyou, to sea, to sea” Hana sang. “Tosee the sea with you!”

“More than I couldever ask, could I be up to the task?”

“To see the sea withyou!”

Luke launched into another rap verse as he pushed back intothe pool, letting his body drift as her recited the words as if he had beenborn with them. Hana sort of brought herself to dance, just a bit, besides thepool, sort of bobbing and shuffling in place.

“To see the sea withyou!” both of them sang in unison, which somehow, surprised Hana. There wasthat one line that the rapper and the singer both sang towards the end of thelast rap, but she had forgotten about it. More important to her was Luke’svoice, just in that moment.

“As if the ocean castme away” She sang a little quieter now, and could barely pick up Luke’sdeeper voice humming beneath hers. “Carryme, carry me gently now, drift away into your arms-“

“As if the ocean castme away” Luke sang back. “Carry mecarry me gently now, drift away into your arms”

“To see the sea withyou!” they both sang.

Luke launched into the chorus that he knew he knew by heart,though he hadn’t practiced before now. He continued to let himself actuallydrift as he half-floated on the surface, his eyes closed, so deeply imbeddedinto the music that his song was no longer words. Instead from his lips came songof its own, wordless in nature, but still telling the story of seeing the seawith—with whoever was singing with them- Luke guessed that he was kind ofsinging to see the sea with Hana. It was definitely something he’d love to do-

SPLASH

He sat up suddenly, opening his eyes which were even more ofa blue than they were before, like they glowing almost. He blinked and quicklynoted where Hana was standing on the edge of the pool was now devoid of anythingbut the phone, still blaring the music.

He shut up. Heinstantly shut up. His mouth snapped close with the audible clack of his sharp teeth, and he sawpink hair drifting before him, seconds before Hana became fully submerged inthe school pool.

He dove for her, grabbing a hold of her under arms, andpulled her to the surface, her lead was limp, and he struggled to keep her faceout of the water as he dragged her over to the side of the pool.

He pulled their bodies onto the stairs, and eventually outof the pool, and willed himself willedhimself for his legs to come back, which they certainly did not do. He couldn’tdo it in a panic, which only caused him to panic more. What if he needed to take Hana to the clinic? No one would behere for another hour what if something happened to her?

“H-Hana?” He asked, looking at her. She was laying on herside away from him, and her body was deathly still. “Hana—“ He reached for her,gently pulling her so she was laying on her back. The motion caused her to tryand roll onto her side again as she spit up pool water, but after she did that,she settled back onto her back, and slowly her eyes opened.

Though the siren had since sat up himself and was leaningover her, brushing now-soaked pink hair from her face, she didn’t look at him,right away. Her eyes had this very far away look to them and she murmuredsomething he couldn’t make sense of.

He leaned down close to try and make out her words.

“I heard… someone sing.” She said gently. “It was nice.”

His body felt cold. He pulled away to look into her eyesagain. Still her blue-green eyes had a far off look about them, as if she wasdaydreaming.

As if she were enchanted.

Luke took a shaky breath, and noted now they were sitting incomplete silence- the song had long since ended, and nothing else after it hadplayed. It left an empty, ugly feeling that matched how he felt pretty well.

Still, he (still without access to his legs) yanked down oneof his towels from the rack a few feet away, and dragged himself back over toprop Hana up to lean on him. He held her close whispering apologies that surelyshe wouldn’t hear, and tried his best to start drying her off.

Maybe music wasn’t for him. It certainly wouldn’t be if thiswas the only result.

“No music”, decided the siren. “Never again.”

#flowertown #hana mizuno #asagao luke #ama #ama au #asagao monster academy #ama luke #ama hana #hOW OFTEN HAVE U SEEN FLOWERTOWN ANGST #seriously is that a thing or am i just a mean individual. #Anonymous

[wastedwishesandhope]

Abscond

She stepped into a noisy room of pantry full with random noises of students who are currently sitting with their colleagues & classmates. Laughter filled in the four-sided walls and everybody seems so busy with their own businesses— doesn't matter if it's sensical or not. Anna scanned her eyes all throughout the area trying to find at least a single empty table where she can eat her packed- lunch. She heaved a deep breath when her eyes landed on the corner of a long table where nobody's sitting. The rest side of the table is occupied by students who're creating the loudest noise inside the cafeteria.

She walked closer to them & stood at the back of the girl sitting next to the empty chair & space.

"Excuse me? Can I sit here?" she asked.

But it seems like they didn't even notice her presence at all, they continued laughing and talking about a certain topic. Anna cleared her throat but still, they didn’t budge her a look. She finally pokes the girl and it cocked her head and throw her a weird look.

“Can I sit here?” she asked again pointing out at the empty chair. The girl didn’t answer and just looked away to focus her attention back on her friends.

Guess, it’s a yes? she thought.

She placed her bag on top of the table and sat next to the girl. Anna opened her bag and fished out the packed- lunch she prepared this morning before going to university. She started digging in and ignored the noise around her.

Silently swallowing her meal and enjoying every ounce of seconds she got the liberty to breath, sit & stares at the empty space. She had been so busy for weeks now, she spends all her day in school & work. She needs to catch up with all the deadlines if she wants to finish her studies on time. 

That thought made her feel exhausted again and she felt helpless that the only thing she can do is to let out a thick- narrow breath through her nose.

It’s been also weeks since she talked to Jimin. She fished out her phone out of her pockets and open to check if she got any updates about him. He’s her boyfriend but she got no direct contact with him. They’ve been in a relationship for more than half of the year but till now Jimin never let her to get his phone number. She insisted but he kept saying that its for her own safety and he’s just making sure that their relationship will stay in private. 

She’s dumb, 

so she believe. 

And now she don’t know how to reach him. He tried asking for Kim Taehyung’s phone number as well, but Jimin forbid him to do that. He’s pretty much bossing them around. 

But she’s dumb,

 so she never objects.

The last time they talked is when Jimin sends her home after their vacation in Kim’s Residence in Daegu. After that, she got no news about him. He never even checked her out or asked how she doing or if she’s still breathing. She knows that he’s no normal and can check her out behind her back but not even once Anna felt his presence around the corner.

Anna scrolls her twitter feed and also check their twitter account. He’s posting videos & selfies. 

Thought it's enough. 

But no. Really no.

Bangtan was already on their way to Chile to start the whole leg tour when she found that they’ll be on the opposite side of the world for almost one whole month. He never said goodbye or informed her that he’ll be away for a few weeks. Literally none. No message at all. He didn’t even say something about it, purely nothing. He never open that they’ll be out of South Korea for one whole fckin month. Especially with their situation that they got no contacts with each other.

It’s insane, she thought again. 

But I love him so I had to understand and adjust.

She thought that she needs to be satisfied with pictures & previews of him. Lucky enough if there’s a video. She misses him but she can’t do anything but to fill-in this longing feelings through his pictures in different concert & different countries.

I got a label of a girlfriend but I’m no different with other fans. Jimin must be really fair & square, she convince herself.

She’s scrolling through his preview updates when the girl sitting at the end of the long table suddenly screamed whilst looking at her phone. All those occupying the long table snapped their heads at her. Anna was quietly waiting for what could be her reason for reacting like that. She doesn’t want to be nosy but there’s nothing wrong especially that even the students from the other table are looking at her.

“Why?” her friend asked curiously.

The girl cover her mouth due to embarrassment and said, “Am I too loud?” she cackled.

“Loud enough to make the whole pantry turn their heads on you,” answered the other one with a blonde hair.

“Sorry, it just that Jimin posted again in fancafe!” she screech and the girls face turned red.

“OMG! Really? Wait lemme check that out!” the other girl's shriek and altogether opened their phones.

When his name slipped from that girls mouth, she felt like a ringing was growing in her ears. Anna swallowed down the last bite of her meal and check her fancafe app. There she sees his picture smiling widely and he seems so happy. Anna loves the thought of seeing him so happy & healthy after the tiring concerts in different places, but something inside her feeling the pain, after all those smiles, she can't deny the thought that it seems like she’s the only one missing him. Park Jimin seems too preoccupied to even think about her.

Did he not miss me too?

She shook her head with the negativity and turned off her phone.  

A few weeks left, they’ll be back here, and he’ll look for me, she stupidly convinces herself again.

After finishing her lunch, Anna cleans her table and put back in her pack- lunch inside her bag. She checked the clock and she got more 20 minutes before her next class will start. She rests her chin in her palms and stares at the empty wall again. The noisy students sharing the table with her left a few minutes ago. She overheard that their classes started already so they all stormed out of the cafeteria.

Clocks ticking, minutes passing, every second counting, she can't think about anything, other than missing him.

She remembers the last time they talked. It was already in the middle of the night. Inside her room.

— — —

   Anna opened the light to her apartment as soon as they arrived back in Seoul. Park Jimin told Taehyung to just straight back to their dorms so he can take full rest now. Jimin drive Anna back in her apartment to make sure she’ll make home safely. She put her bags down at the table and grabbed a bottled water in her refrigerator. She handed it to Jimin who’s currently standing in the middle of her living room.

   “You can stay here so that you can take rest and just go back in your dorm tomorrow morning. How’s that?” she asked,

   “As much as I love to stay but I cant. Early tomorrow, we’ll start our rehearsals. I heard from hoseok that they made few changes for our choreography so we need to catch up.”

   “You’re a good dancer, though, you’ll get it in one glance.” She said,

   “Stop complimenting me, you can’t make me sleep here. I do really need to go back, princess.”

Anna just pouts her lips together with forced nod just to end this argument.

   “You know it's my weakness if you pouts like that,” he said chuckling. Anna just puckers her lips and turned around to go inside her bedroom. 

   “Just close the door if you’re leaving. Good night!” she said without looking back at him. She heard him laugh because of her attitude and she won't deny that something churns inside her tummy.

   Jimin caught Anna currently opening her closet to get pajamas and preparing to sleep now.

   “You won’t take shower before you sleep?” he asked, 

   “I thought you left already. Why are you still here? You know you need rest, you got an early schedule for tomorrow.” she asked.

   He walked closely to her bed and sat on it. 

   “I’ll tuck you in bed before I leave.”

   “I’m not a baby, Jimin!”

   “Really? Then why do I have to remind you that you haven’t taken shower and yet you’re going to bed already.” He scolds like a grandfather.

   “I’m too tired, I’ll just do shower tomorrow and it's not healthy to take a shower when you’re whole body is worn- out. I hope you know that because you are a dancer, angel.”

   Jimin made a face that he’s thinking and a few seconds he shows that he’s convinced, “Reasoning accepted. Okay change to your pajamas now and I’ll tuck you into bed,” he said.

   “Do you want me to change in front of you?” she flushed,

   “You’re open to doing that.” He teased.

   “Sly,” she whispered and went into the bathroom to change her pyjamas.

Anna just washed her face and brush her teeth then bun her hair to make her self feel comfortable and clean. After making sure she’s completely clean, she went back to her bedroom and found her angel staring at the ring her dad gave to her through her step- mom. Jimin looks so serious while checking out the diamond- blue ring sat inside the egg- shaped ring holder.

   “That’s my Dad’s gift. Though he didn’t give that directly at me but my step mom said that’s my Dad’s last wish,” she said while watching him.

   He turned his head to look at her and he got this weird expression like he has seen something that’s no right.

   “Who gave this to you again?” he asked. Anna felt weird with the tone of his voice.

   “My Dad, why?”

   She saw how his Adam's apple bobbed up and down on his throat. The color on his face turned white, though he has a white skin already.

   “Why? Is there something wrong with it?” she asked worriedly.

Jimin just shook his head and placed the egg- shaped ring holder on top of her side- desk.

   “I need to go now,” he said without looking at her then walked passed her. Anna was so confused with the sudden changes on his mood so she catches up him in the living room and grabbed his arms.

   “You are at it again! Tell me what’s going on?! You can't lie to me that there’s nothing wrong here. You’re making me worried again, Park Jimin!” she almost yelled. He stared at her hand clutching on his arms and looked at her eyes with his softened face.

   “You are always making me go crazy with just simple actions, Angel.” She said again- calmer.

   Park Jimin took her hands off from his arms and holds it tightly with his right hand.

   “I’m okay, don’t stress yourself over with me. I just need to go back to the dorm. There’s nothing wrong, Anna. I’m sorry, because of me you’re starting to look paranoid. It’s my fault.”

   She didn’t speak or utter any words.

   “Go to sleep now, Anna. You’re tired.” He said.

   “I love you, Angel,” she suddenly confessed with her voice tone sounds like so terrified.

He just smiles.

   “I love you, too.”

   “Call me princess.” She demands. 

Jimin just run his fingers through her head first before speaking.

   “I love you too, Anna,” then he placed his soft lips on her forehead.

— — —

Up till now she wonders if what really happened after he saw that ring. She don’t buy what he said that there’s nothing wrong. She’s so certain that there is something going on and she can’t figure out what is it. She also remember about the sudden thought that struck inside her mind. While he’s kissing her forehead, a weird thought crossed her mind again. And it seems like it wasn’t the usual random thought, its like a message he passed through mental- telepathy, just like what he usually do even before.

   “I love you regardless what’s the meaning of it”

“Anna?”

   She jolted on her seat when someone called out her name. She looked from where the voice came from and her eyes widened to see who it was.

   “Gikwang?!”

   He smiled at her and walk closely to her.

   “Hey, how are you?” he asked and sat across from the table.

   “I’m good, and you? I thought you transfer to Law School?” she asked smiling.

Gikwang is one of the closest classmates she ever had when she started her studies here in Seoul. She’s so glad to see him again after learning that he’ll transfer to a Law School when his parents decided that they want him to be a successful lawyer. He was born with silver spoon and they can do whatever they want for their children.

   “Just visited to meet my friend Doojoon, you know him, right?” he asked, Anna just nods her head after remembering who’s this Doojoon guy was. That’s her classmate who helped her when she passed out inside their class, and also he’s the guy who made stripped half- naked by Park Jimin under the cold weather of winter. Doojoon is the guy who was being accused of being interested in her. Just like what Jimin also condemned.

   “Oh, so you’re waiting for Doojoon?” she asked pretending to be happy about hearing the news.

   “Yep, glad that you still know him. Well, I bet ya never forget him after what your boyfriend did.”

   Anna’s heart thumped so fast. She felt all the blood rushed into her veins. She literally can feel her palms grow cold sweats and her skin bristles. She gulped an ounce of pretentious she still has.

   “What boyfriend?” pretending she’s dazed & confused,

   Gikwang snorts to laugh then look directly in her eyes.

“Stop pretending you’re single.” He said chuckling.

“What are you saying?” she still pretends she doesn't get him.

Gikwang leaned in closer to her and said, “I bet it's your boyfriend who made him half- naked in just a matter of milliseconds. I’ve watched the video circulating online Anna, and it's not manipulated either. I believe what Doojoon told me. A normal person would take one to two minutes before he can successfully take off the three layers of clothes he has.”

She felt sweats pricking in her hairline.

“But that’s bullshit, right? Who would believe with that kind of story? My boyfriend doesn’t have something to do with that weird shits you are saying.”

“You slipped! Then you really got a boyfriend? Why are you denying it?”

Fck.

She just secretly bit the inside of her cheeks. Repeatedly cursing herself.

“Why are you denying your boyfriend? That’s not good. He was caught on camera also, he was standing behind you before Doojoon weirdly turned half- naked. He’s covering his face so much, isn’t that suspicious?” 

“Its winter and it's normal if a person would want to wear a cap & face mask, right? It's none of your business either way!”

“Okay, then just tell me why’d you concealed that you’re in a relationship?”

“I am not hiding it nor denying it! How would everybody know if no one’s asking, though? Its none of their business and stop being nosy about my personal life too, Gikwang.”

“No one’s asking even Deby?”

She rolled her eyes.

“What are you up to?” she asked frustrated.

“Nothing. Just curious what kind of human being your boyfriend is. Just kinda curious. And I’ve been wondering why you’re hiding your relationship as if he has a famous personality. Hmm.. just like being an actor or.. idol?”

From there, Anna stood up from her seat and grabbed her bag.

“I still have class. Seriously Gikwang, you’re weird. My boyfriend is a normal person and it' s my decision if I would want to broadcast our relationship or not. It’s none of your business to when or how  I’ll gonna tell my best friend about my private life. Get it?”

“I know you got something under your sleeves.” He said still.

Anna just ignores it and continued walking to leave the cafeteria. When she’s about to walk through the door, he heard the last words he shouted.

“I got something under my sleeves too, Princess Anna!”

This very secret that you're trying to conceal,

 is the very same one that you're dying to reveal.

#JiAnna Jimin Anna