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ahsbitch · 4 years

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Something Strange In The Air (Part 2)

Word Count: 2544

Summary: In the aftermath of your...incident with Michael, you’re still tumbling to figure out what you’re doing.

Warnings: It’s probably bad idk, oral (male receiving), face fucking, degradation, Mean!Michael & Being Mean To Michael, blue balls, waxing poetic, lots of cursing (as always), idk i can’t think of any others

A/N: Sorry this is really short and sorry it took so long I’m in college so I’ve been busy and I was writing a oneshot for a different fandom which took some time, the next chapter will have more plot to it and stuff I promise, my apologies for shitty writing and being a super slow writer, I’m doing my best I promise. As always, comments (even just in the tags) are always ultra appreciated!!!!!

Mini Tags: @wroteclassicaly @1-666-coven @michaellangdonstanaccount uhhh there are others but i can’t remember if i forgot to tag you i’m sorry pls remind me

ALSO I PUT IN THE KEEP READING THING BUT IT REFUSES TO WORK SO SORRY ABOUT THAT

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There was poetry flashing through your mind.

Some say the world will end in fire

Bits and pieces.

Death, be not proud

You couldn’t get him off your mind.

Doing a man’s work, though a child at heart

Couldn’t get your dream off your mind.

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

The way he had looked at you, in it, how he had held your hand.

He kindly stopped for me-

Michael often called you little witch,

Leave my loneliness unbroken

But he had never called you his little witch, as he had in the dream.

There will be time to murder and create

He was beautiful, almost angelic in appearance, you had to admit.

From what I’ve tasted of desire

And he pulled you in, in spite of how hard you tried to ignore it

I can no longer remain away from you

It was almost disgusting, how much you thought about him.

Curse, bless, me now with your tears, I pray

There was something about him that frightened you.

One short sleep past, we wake eternally

A lot about him that frightened you, actually.

A waking on a morn

“Y/N,” Cordelia spoke, and you could tell from her tone that this wasn’t the first time she’d said your name, “Are you with me?”

Shit, you’d gotten distracted.

You’d been called to a meeting in Cordelia’s office, made it to one of the chairs, and immediately spaced out.

You hadn’t really seen Michael in almost a week, nothing more than passing glimpses in the halls and quick pulses of his energy in the air. You’d been avoiding him. Or maybe he’d been avoiding you. Honestly, you couldn’t remember. You hadn’t spent a single night in your bedroom, instead floating around to parties and going to the swamps to practice your magic rather than spend time in the study room.

Fuck, things were getting complicated.

“I’m with you,” You smiled cautiously at her, “I’m sorry.”

She smiled back, something you couldn’t quite determine just behind her eyes. Concern, of course, her whole aura was clearly very concerned, but something else, and then she was speaking, her voice as calm as ever, “Don’t be sorry. Are you feeling okay?”

Of course not.

“Of course I am!”

“Try again,” Her hands were folded neatly on her desk, and you dropped your gaze to look at them, Cordelia’s words making you feel a strange sense of shame, “I’m a little worried about you, Y/N.”

Your ears were burning, your heart jumping wildly in your chest, “I’m sorry.”

She sighed, shaking her head, “Don’t be sorry. Just... what’s going on with you? What’s going on between you and Michael Langdon?”

Shit.

“What do you mean?”

“You haven’t been sleeping in your room, or studying in the house,” Cordelia looked at you strangely, and you held your breath, “Have you still been fighting?”

She didn’t know.

Thank fuck.

“Yes,” You responded, perhaps a little too quickly, “Yes, we have. We just can’t seem to agree on anything.”

Not entirely untrue.

She nodded sympathetically, and you were relieved to feel that she believed that was it, “I’m sorry. I feared something like this might happen. But Y/N, you need to return to your room.You can’t be out every night, and you can’t do all of your studying in the swamps. You’re still a student here. You have to be present, at least sometimes.”

“Okay,” Nodding, you worked on getting your breathing fully back to normal, “I’ll be back in my room tonight.”

“Good,” Cordelia reached out and squeezed your hand gently, “I’m proud of you, Y/N. You are a powerful witch, and a good woman. I believe in you.”

Not able to make yourself respond, you simply flashed her a smile and bolted for the door, blinking back tears.

Fuck, she’d bee so disappointed if she knew the truth.

You were barely out of the office when the door to a closet opened and someone tugged you inside, slamming it shut.

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“What the fuck, Michael?” You snapped, blinking into the darkness.

Michael’s hand clamped over your mouth as he let out a growl, “Be quiet, little witch.”

You worked your mouth until you managed to clamp your teeth onto the skin of his palm, biting as hard as you could.

“Fuck,” He hissed, jerking away from you, “That hurt!”

“Good,” Glaring, you reached for the cord on the light and tugged on it, the weak bulb flickering overhead, “What the fuck?”

Glowering at you in the dim light, Michael crossed his arms, “What did Cordelia want?”

“None of your business.”

“I’m pretty sure it is,” Shaking his head, he scoffed at you, “It was about me, wasn’t it? Does she know?”

It was childish to play dumb, and you knew that, but you were doing it anyway, “Does she know what? Why would we want to talk about you?”

It took only a single step for Michael to back you against the wall, pinning you there with his hips, "Don’t even bother with that shit. Answer the fucking question.”

You shoved at his chest, although even you had to admit that it was a halfhearted push. His proximity, especially after so long away from him, was overwhelming, and you felt your mind slipping to a place you didn’t want it to be, “Get the fuck away from me, asshole.”

Another shove, and he wrapped his hands around your wrists, holding them over your head, “You weren’t asking me to do that last time we saw each other, were you, little witch? Now. Does Cordelia know?”

“No,” Growling, you tried in vain to pull your hands back, “We talked about you, but she doesn’t know about that. Now let me go.”

Tilting his head to the side, Michael laughed at you, “How many times do I have to tell you? You’re not the one in charge here.”

“Fuck you,” You spat, beginning to shake with something between fury and a feeling that you didn’t quite want to acknowledge.

“This is a pretty color,” Michael shifted both of your wrists to one hand and brought the other down to trail across your lips, tapping at the soft flesh, smudging a bit of the golden sheen, “Did you put this on for me?”

Ever since that day in the study room, not that day but the one before, you had taken to wearing more and more lipstick, coating your lips in a new color everyday.

Today was gold, one that shimmered when the light hit it, and if you were honest, yes, you did put it on for Michael. Every time you reapplied a coat of lipstick, today and every other, he flashed through your mind, the sneer on his features, the echo of his words in your ear when his fingers were down your throat.

“You look good like this...Gagging...You wear revealing clothes and you act like you’re doing it for yourself...But really you’re just a dumb, depraved, desperate little whore who wants nothing more than to be dicked down by your rival.”

Fuck, just thinking about it sent a wave of wetness gushing through you, and you tensed your legs in an effort to ignore it, and the smirk on Michael’s face told you that he had noticed.

Yes, you were wearing it for him.

“No,” You had to crane your head to glare at him with how close he was, “I don’t know if this is the first time you’re hearing this, but not everything is about you, Boy Wonder.”

He hummed, drawing his fingers along your cheekbone, and you cursed yourself for the way you leaned into the contact ever so subtly. After a moment he pressed his lips against yours, and although you fought to keep yourself in control, to keep from kissing him back, cursing yourself once again when you couldn’t hold yourself back, your noses smashing against one another, your mouth slipping open with a groan, quickly intruded upon by Michael’s tongue, which battled fiercely with yours.

And then suddenly he pulled away from you and stepped back, and you fell to your knees as he chuckled, his hands unbuckling his belt, “All the same, little bitch, I think that color would look wonderful smeared all over my cock, don’t you?”

“I fucking hate you,” You glared up at him through your eyelashes as one of his hands gripped your hair, the other pulling his dick out of the confines of his slacks.

“That just makes this all the more pathetic, doesn’t it?” He slapped your cheek with his dick gently, and it wasn’t lost on you how perfect it was, the size and the ridging and and the pulsing veins and the furious pink of the tip all making your mouth water, “Get up and walk away if you want, little witch bitch. But I don’t think you will. I think you want this. I think that being a little whore is the calling you’re pulled to most.”

Get up and walk away.

You could do that.

He pulled his hand from your hair, letting your head drop back, and you knew that if you moved to stand he would release you, would let you go. His precum had leaked onto your face as he continued to hit your cheeks, waiting to see what you would do.

Just get up and walk away.

But you couldn’t, couldn’t bring yourself to walk away without having the chance to taste him, not when the very thought was sending arousal roaring through you, and while you wished you could directly blame this on Michael, could say that his magic was holding you in place, that simply wasn’t it.

You opened your mouth as wide as you could and in an instant his cock was down your throat, Michael setting off to fuck your face at an intense pace.

Gagging, you brought your hands up to his thighs, and when your nails scratched against his legs through the fabric or his dress pants Michael let out a high, desperate groan.

Although you couldn’t quite smile at that, with how full your mouth was, there was a little voice gloating in the back of your head, and you squeezed his thigh tightly, drinking down his moans as you moved until his own back had hit the wall, his hands desperately moving from your hair to your shoulders to simply slamming down on either side of his body.

“Your mouth is good for something, I guess,” Michael grunted, as though he wasn’t as desperate for you as you had been for him a week ago, “You’re much prettier when you’re not talking, did you know that?”

You managed to flick back your middle finger enough to flip him off, although you didn’t pull back to make a verbal response. There was something urgent about this, and the idea of dropping him from your mouth seemed too great a sacrifice to make, when the harmony of Michael’s shockingly soft, animalistic moans mixed with the lewd, wet noises of his dick hitting the back of your throat was so disgustingly lovely.

Michael’s hands twitched, as though he was going to grab at your hair again, and at that moment he seemed to finally notice your own magic in the air, holding his wrists in place.

“You little bitch,” He snarled, straining against the magic, but all he could do was buck his hips into your mouth even harder, letting out a hiss as your teeth grazed him, as your tongue swirled around his head, “Let me go.”

But where’s the fun in that?

You didn’t let him go, and you didn’t stop. If anything, you grew more intense, your hands managing all over him, sneaking past the fabric of his clothes to leave angry scratches on his skin, so smooth underneath your touch. Eventually one of them trailed to his balls, tugging and toying with them roughly as he began to strain even harder, began to make a choked noise at the back of his throat that made your thighs clench, and you knew he was going to cum soon.

You pulled your mouth off of him.

He looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, panting, desperate, watching as you trailed your tongue over every inch of his dick, pulling his balls into your mouth and sucking them slowly, and finally you pressed a kiss to the skin just above his cock and leaned back with a grin.

“What the fuck,” Michael growled, although his face showed a kind of manic desperation that he clearly wasn’t used to, “Get back to it!”

“No, I don’t think I will,” Your smile got even wider, although your mouth was sore and your voice scratchy, you decided it was worth it, “You call me a little bitch all the time, but who’s the bitch now, Boy Wonder?”

“Y/N, I’m serious. I will ruin you,” Snarling in spite of the pained expression starting to grow on his face, he thrusted against you, and you let out a giggle at that.

“It’s so cute that you say that while you’re humping my leg like an unfixed puppy,” Shaking your head, you took a step back, out of the range of his hips, and looked down to admire his flushed, throbbing dick, “You were right, y’know. The gold does look good on there .Especially the contrast it has with the blue of your balls.”

He looked down to see that your words were true, the skin becoming overtaken with a pale, bruise like color, and when Michael looked back up at you there was something murderous in his eyes, “Quit fucking around. Let me go, and finish.”

“Why should I?”

Arms straining against their magical containment, face twisting with the growing pain in his balls, Michael’s voice had grown croaky, “Do it. I will never touch you again, if you walk away from this, do you get that you desperate little whore? You want me. You need me. Do what I fucking tell you.”

“I think there’s been a serious misunderstanding here, Langdon. I don’t need anything from you. You keep saying you’re the one in charge, but look at you. You’re nothing but a little blonde bimbo. So fuck you,” You scoffed, trailing a single hand across his chest and giving his nipple a harsh pinch, letting out a laugh at his angered whine, “And by the way, Cordelia says I have to move back into our room. I’ll be back tonight. I’ll see you whenever you get around to being the powerful warlock everyone thinks you are and break through my magic.”

With that, you pressed a quick, chaste kiss to the corner of his lip and turned away, not bothering to fix your own appearance before you went out, turning the light off before you closed Michael in the closet.

You were proud of yourself, you had to admit.

Scared, perhaps, of what he might do, and curious as to whether or not he’d keep the promise that he’d never touch you again-not that you wanted him to, of course, you were just curious-but you were proud all the same.

Fucking Michael Langdon.

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khtrnaak · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Suki/Yue (Avatar), Sokka & Suki (Avatar), Suki & Yue Characters: Suki (Avatar), Yue (Avatar), Sokka (Avatar), Katara (Avatar), Kyoshi Warriors (Avatar) Additional Tags: Past Sokka/Suki (Avatar), Past Sokka/Yue (Avatar), uhhh once again there is no plot, ATLAofColor, Songfic, i am once again writing a songfic with no plot, yueki, hmm a love letter to the moon, i am once again waxing poetic about yue oops, No Plot/Plotless, Mild Language, Suki is a Dork Summary:

[Yue isn’t a waterbender, and Suki is confused.]

Suki's feelings about Yue. Inspired by Aayat from Bajirao Mastani.

#atlaofcolor #yueki #yue #suki #yueki fanfic #atla fanfic #avatar the last airbender #bajirao mastani #lmao #this is embarrassing #i am once again waxing poetic about yue #yue and suki #???#fanfic #my writing

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seanfalco · 4 years

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I am loving you and Kat’s Punk!AU fics!! If it is okay, could you write Valdo x Aevryn’s wedding please? I bet it was quite a fun one!! 🙈 🤣

Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Valdo Marx x oc (Aevryn Swift) Word Count: 2585 Rating: G Tag list: @ficsandcatsandficsandcats @nevadawolfe @magic-multicolored-miracle @coffee-and-stories @whatevermonkey a/n: Thank you so much for this request. I had a lot of thoughts about their wedding, so hopefully it wasn’t too all over the place. I might make a separate post with more in depth headcanons bc honestly there’s so much I didn’t end up writing lol;;;

“How many people are out there?” you asked in hushed awe, your eyes bulging as you glanced out at the sea of people seated across the garden’s lawn in white chairs, decorated in Valdo and Aevryn’s colours: black, emerald, and gold.

“Uhm… I’m not sure,” Aev muttered, somewhat distractedly, sparing an anxious glance at the crowd of guests, most of whom she didn’t even know, but who her parents and Valdo’s had insisted needed to be there, especially since they hadn’t gotten their way with the wedding ceremony -- wanting a traditional Catholic wedding despite their childrens’ lack of religious beliefs.

The sun shone cheerily down over Kensington Gardens while fluffy cheerful clouds peppered the expanse of pale blue sky and a pleasant breeze took the edge off the summer heat. Aevryn couldn’t have asked for a better day to marry her best friend and man of her dreams, so why was she suddenly so nervous? She’d been imagining this day for so long with nothing but excitement in her heart, but now as she paced under the shade of the ivy tunnel she was certain of nothing.

“Hey, how’s Aev doing?” Yennefer asked, her voice pitched low as she came up behind you, her violet eyes flicking over to the bride.

“Uhh… I think she’s starting to freak out a bit,” you whispered back, watching Aevryn continue to pace, her hands twisting anxiously in her skirts.

“Shit,” Yennefer muttered, heaving a sigh as she swept past you to attempt to calm her friend; her emerald skirt swishing around her legs. “Hey Aev, what’s going on? Is something the matter?”

“What if he changes his mind, Yen? What if something happens and-and, look I know I’m being ridiculous,” she cut in with a scowl, frustration plain on her face, “but I’m suddenly very scared. I mean, look at all those people! This suddenly feels so real and Gods I’m shaking now. What if he changes his mind?”

Yennefer threw you a look and you hurried over, placing a comforting hand on Aevryn’s back, patting her soothingly.

“Hey, come on now, we’re talking about Valdo Marx here, he is not going to change his mind about you, of all things,” Yen assured her and you nodded in agreement.

“Yennefer’s right, I mean, he’s loved you since you were kids. He’s loved you nearly his whole life. This is just… jitters. Stage fright,” you explained, hoping your words would help.

Aevryn nodded shakily, as if wanting to believe you both. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right,” she murmured, twisting her engagement ring around her finger. “I just wish… ugh, I wish I could talk to him...”

“Uhhh,” Yennefer hesitated. Luckily she didn’t have to think of an answer as Jaskier approached, the crunch of gravel beneath his shoes announcing his presence and Aevryn’s head snapped up, her expression warring between relief and worry.

“Jask!” she gasped, enveloping him in a tight hug from which he shot you a reassuring grin as he squeezed her before stepping back.

“You look stunning,” he exclaimed, taking in his friend’s creme and gold gown, complete with flower crown perched on her somewhat wrangled mess of hair.

“Thank you,” she murmured, waving the complement away impatiently. “How’s V? Is everything alright? Is he freaking out too?”

“Please reassure her,” Yennefer cut in, planting her hands on her hips. “She’s turning into a hot mess here and if she’ll listen to anyone, it’s you, Pankratz.”

“Actually, I came as a messenger,” Jaskier explained, his lips twisting somewhat in displeasure at the thought of being relegated to an errand boy, but the expression was quickly wiped from his face as you came to stand at his side, smiling up at him. “Valdo wanted you to read this.” He pulled a small folded sheet from his breast pocket to hand to Aev.

She took the paper and unfolded it, her sea green eyes quickly traveling over Valdo’s neat scrawl before a smile tugged at her lips which she quickly covered with her hand.

“What does it say?” you asked, curiosity getting the better of you. The other two looked just as inquisitive, though they were trying hard not to show it.

“Oh, you know V. He’s waxing poetic, as usual, but he’s excited to see me,” she murmured, cheeks flushing slightly. “He said he can’t wait to marry me. That he’s been waiting all his life for this day. Stupid romantic idiot,” she muttered fondly, folding the paper up and slipping it into her bodice, next to her heart. “Jask, can you give him a reply for me?”

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes but nodded. “I guess,” he sighed, ruining it with a grin. “Is it not enough that I was coerced into being Valdo’s Best Man? Oww!” he yelped as Aevryn punched his arm.

“Jaskier,” she warned, proceeding to jab her finger in his face. “Have I told you how much I appreciate you doing that for him?” she exclaimed, quickly penning a response to her fiance’s letter. “I know you would have rather been my Man of Honour, but V just doesn’t have a lot of close friends…”

“I know, I know,” he relented. “You know I’d do anything for you, Aev. And Valdo’s not... as bad as he used to be,” he admitted begrudgingly under his breath.

“I know,” she replied, smiling softly as she handed her paper to Jaskier to deliver. “Thank you Jask.”

“I’ll see you soon,” he quipped, “and don’t worry, everything’s gunna be perfect, you’ll see!” Flashing his most charming smile at the three of you he quickly turned to hurry back to where the groom and Geralt were gathered.

You turned back to the bride to find her rereading the scrap of paper from her husband to be, smiling softly though her lips trembled slightly with emotion.

—

The look on Valdo’s face as Aevryn’s father walked with her down the aisle was most definitely the highlight of the ceremony. You’d never seen Valdo look so enraptured -- his emerald eyes misting over as he shook with silent sobs. Completely overcome with emotion, his curls bounced slightly and a wide grin broke over his face as Aev stopped in front of him, taking his hand and looking equally as emotional; a single tear rolling down her cheek which he quickly wiped away.

The second most memorable moment was the kiss -- Valdo dipping Aev low without hesitation as she kissed him back just as enthusiastically to the deafening applause and cries from the crowd; your own voice joining the celebration as you caught Jaskier’s eye across the aisle. He looked so happy for his friend that it made your own heart ache with joy, honoured to have been part of their day.

Hands twined tightly together Aevryn and Valdo led the crowd to the reception area, not a far walk away; tables and chairs set up under several tall airy tents strung with hundreds of flickering fairy lights. The dining tables were set with the finest place settings in gold and emerald, and elegant centerpieces of geometric terrariums held beautiful arrangements of succulents. The sight was breathtaking and you joined the couple at the head table, seated next to Jaskier.

—

“You ready for our first dance, love?” Valdo asked, leaning in close to whisper in Aevryn’s ear and she blanched slightly as her eyes swept over the crowd of attendants, which had only seemed to grow after the reception had begun. She caught sight of several influential people and a handful of celebrities and other musicians -- no doubt signed to her father’s and father-in-law’s music label, and swallowed slowly.

“I suppose,” she murmured and Valdo noticed her trepidation.

“Don’t think about them. Just keep your eyes on me, okay?” he murmured, brushing a kiss to her jaw. “Besides, by the time we begin you’ll only have eyes for me anyway.” The smirk he directed her had her tilting her head curiously.

“What are you planning?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at him fondly; excitement radiating off her.

“You’ll just have to see,” he replied, pausing to glance out at the guests that were clinking enthusiastically on their glasses, his smirk only growing before he captured her lips with his, giving the audience what they wanted.

Soon Aev was positioned in the seat of honour, unable to completely banish her radiant smile as Valdo took the small raised stage, slinging his guitar over his dark emerald tux while Vicious Mockery joined him.

“Before we begin our first dance, I decided I wanted to set the mood by serenading my beautiful wife,” Valdo explained into the microphone to the excited murmur of the guests, though his emerald eyes never left Aevryn. “To back me up are her closest friends, the band, Vicious Mockery. Aev, this one’s for you. Always and forever.”

Turning away from the microphone Valdo looked to Jaskier. “Thank you,” he murmured softly and Jaskier nodded, a sincere grin flashing across his face before they began playing, Valdo’s eyes once more seeking out his wife. As he began to sing for her she began to cry, tears slipping down her face, one hand coming up to clutch at her throat as the other covered her mouth until Valdo jumped down to join her for their dance, his arms circling her and pulling her close; fitting together like two matching puzzle pieces.

True to his words she didn’t even notice the eyes of their guests on them as they slowly circled the floor, her forehead pressed to his as he murmured affirmations of his love for her; more couples joining them on the dancefloor as the song transitioned.

The night wound on and the moon rose overhead, joined by the twinkling of stars in the clear inky expanse above while the Swift-Marx party raged on, certainly not slowing anytime soon. Aevryn danced with more people than she could count -- sharing a meaningful moment with her own father and then Valdo’s (whom she’d known since childhood and who already felt like a second father to her anyway), before Jaskier cut in, twirling her around the floor, a giant grin on his face.

“Did you ever think in a million years you’d be here?” Jask asked, leaning in conspiratorially, while across the floor from them Valdo was dancing with [Y/N], making pleasant small talk.

“What do you mean? Partying it up at Kensington Palace? No,” Aev replied with laughter, her eyes flashing mischievously, knowing what he meant.

“No, I meant, married to Valdo Marx,” Jaskier clarified, rolling his eyes.

“No. I mean, at one point I did, but then I didn’t. But then I hoped...” She shook her head, her smile faltering. “Honestly Jask, this feels all too good to be true, and I’m half expecting tomorrow to wake up and it’s been nothing but a dream.” Her voice cracked slightly and Jaskier sobered.

“It’s not a dream, Aev,” he assured her. “I meant what I said in my toast. You deserve more than anything to be happy, even if it’s with him. And I’m glad for you.” He paused, glancing over at Valdo, “You know how much I hate to admit it, but Valdo’s really… come a long way, hasn’t he?”

“Yeah, he really has,” Aevryn replied proudly, her eyes finding her husband. Her husband. The words still seemed surreal. “He’s a good man. He really is, even if he’s not your favourite person in the world, and that’s fine, because he’s mine.”

—

Aevryn collapsed into her chair next to Valdo, his arm instinctively snaking around her waist as she leaned against him, reaching for her champagne glass, downing the rest in one swig. They’d been dancing with their friends in between drinks and had both ended up taking the stage to sing a song together, their voices mixing and harmonizing as if there were no better duo in the world. After the rush of adrenaline both were starting to feel exhaustion beginning to creep in, and Valdo pulled Aev into his lap. She nuzzled against him, smiling as she fiddled with his half unbuttoned dress shirt; his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, after he’d shed his tuxedo jacket.

“How you fairing, love? Getting tired?” He asked, dipping his face to catch her eye; his sweat dampened curls sticking to his forehead.

“A little,” Aev admitted, her fingers tracing his jawline as she gazed up at him. “Actually, I’m getting a little hungry.”

“Yeah? Me too,” he replied, glancing over at the table of food before frowning. “You wanna get out of here for a bit?”

“What are you talking about?” Aevryn exclaimed, snorting a laugh. “This is supposed to be our party, and there’s food right over there.”

“Yeah, so?” he countered cheekily, cocking an eyebrow. “No one’ll notice if we step out for a little while.”

“I think it might be the opposite,” Aev argued, but excitement filled her at the idea. “Y’know I think I saw a pizza place across the street from Hyde Park.”

“Now you’re talking, Swift,” he purred, “or perhaps I should say Swift-Marx,” he added thoughtfully, stroking his goatee. “My clever wife.”

“I like it when you call me that,” Aevryn said, grinning against his lips as she kissed him.

Sure enough, no one seemed to notice the bride and groom slipping away and running off hand in hand down the trail to the park entrance.

——

“Oh my Gods, this pizza is better than sex,” Aevryn groaned, taking another bite as Valdo leaned across the booth, his green eyes flashing.

The other patrons of the small restaurant had given them a few strange looks, as they’d entered, which turned into amusement as they realized the couple was obviously dressed for a wedding -- Aevryn’s poofy skirt filling the booth comically.

“Oh really?” he asked, eyebrow cocking jauntily. “Is that a challenge, dove?”

“Maybe,” she smirked, pulling his deep green tuxedo jacket tighter around herself. “You wanna prove me wrong?” Her voice dropped to a husky suggestive tone that sent a shiver racing through him, and in that moment Valdo wanted nothing more than to hoist his wife over his shoulder and cut out on the rest of their reception to take her back to their hotel room for the night (though he knew he couldn’t do that, at least without bringing his parents’ wrath down on his head).

“Oh, believe me you little minx, I will most definitely be proving you wrong, soon enough,” he drawled, running his fingertip over the back of her hand, resting on the table.

Aevryn set down her half finished piece and took Valdo’s hand in hers. “I love you. So much,” she whispered suddenly. “I love you more than all the stars in the sky. You know that, right?” Her voice shook slightly, as if she needed to get the words out.

A smile stole across Valdo’s face, his heart filled with fierce affection. “Of course I know that,” he murmured in return, “ I love you too Aevryn Swift-Marx. I’ll love you til the day I die.”

“Good. Because all I want is to spend my life with my best friend, making all the best memories.”

“And so you shall, my love, so you shall.”

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Little did they know that through the window one of the photographers from the reception had followed them, capturing this hidden little candid moment; the pictures of which would become quite popular over the next few days with their fans.

#punk!au #valdryn #punk!valdo #punk!aevryn #punk!jaskier #punk!yennefer #punk!jaskier x reader #punk!valdo x punk!aevryn #reader request #my writing

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soulgiven · 4 years

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more getting to know the mun

rules: Tag 9 people who you want to get to know better top 3 ships: Oof, if we’re talking canon I’m a basic bitch, so in no particular order

Natasha and Matt --- he’s her south, her warm place, someone that she... cannot lie to, someone who will, without a single doubt, know better when she says she’s fine and she’s not. Matt is normal, for the most part, compared to the people Natasha usually spends her time with, and she needs that.

Natasha and Clint --- depending on which of Natasha’s many backstories you want to go by, she wouldn’t be alive were it not for Clint, and beyond that he’s just been in her life for so long now that there’s almost no one in the world Natasha’s as comfortable with. Clint knows her through and through, Clint believes in her with his whole being, and Natasha might not think she deserves that but sometimes, when she’s with him, she can maybe let herself start to see herself the way he does. I love them.

Natasha and Bucky --- listen I could wax poetic about them forever but Bucky and Natasha are just. Pretty much soulmates. They were both weapons, once.

last song: Human Touch by Betty Who. I’m so fucking gay and Betty Who could punch me in the face and I’d say thank you. I love her and her music. last movie: Oh god. Uhhh. I watch so many movies. I think the last one was The Conjuring 2 because I’m dragging Mel into horror as a genre. Buuuut the last one I saw pre-pandemic in a theater was Brahms: The Boy 2. I swear I usually have better taste in film, I’m just. A rabid consumer of all things horror. last book: Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston what food are you craving right now?: Ramen. It’s always ramen, from my favorite shop back in New York.

tagged by: @hollowdevil tagging: literally anyone who wants to do the thing !!

#;;should I use my invisibility to fight crime or for evil? | dash games

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cowboy-kin · 4 years

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top 10 3 tag!

choosing favourites are SO hard bc my tastes... keep changing... so ill only do top 3 bc otherwise ill lose my mind trying to fill the lists up (tagged by @ey-blondie !! thank you!!)

no read more bc im on mobile. im so sorry

Top 3 movies (in no particular order):

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-verse

what can i say? gorgeous animation, beautiful story, excellent characters--and this movie just oozes love, both within the story itself and from every single person who worked on the film. watching spider-verse just makes me super happy

Fargo

the pacing and atmosphere for this one is so good, i love when filmmakers take their time building the tension. even tho the whole plot of the kidnapping is laid out to the audience in the very beginning it still manages so keep your attention with the dialogue and the fascinating cast. ive watched this movie many times

Mad Max: Fury Road

THIS ONES JUST RLLY SUPER FUN i generally get bored with too much pointless action but the stunts in fury road are so genuine and over the top i just have a blast watching them. but most of all i love the themes of the story: fighting for freedom, grizzled characters learning to trust others, the fact that they succeed in overthrowing a terrifying warlord, god. theres highs and lows, action and drama, fire and even more fire; this movie is like a dish on chopped where all the mystery ingredients are pretty normal except one of them is hot cheetos and the contestant just made it work

Top 3 songs albums (at the moment):

Hive Mind (The Internet)

Reflections in Real Time (Kilo Kish)

Pony (Orville Peck)

not gonna wax poetic abt these albums bc if i do this post would be way too long so just kno that i love these albums a lot and you should check them out

Top 3 books:

Ash (Malinda Lo)

3 words: gay fairytale retelling. this whole book just feels dreamy, like youre being swept up by the magic of the story. its an almost fearful sensation, but in the way that doing something new and dangerous is fearful--where theres a promise of something better on the other side. i rlly need to pick this book up again when i have the energy

Girl Town (Casey Nowak)

saw it in a bookstore while looking for another book, recognized the artist, decided to leave it at the time, then went back a few days later to buy it bc i could not stop thinking about it. one of the things i love most abt this book is that the women are so real. you only get a glimpse into their lives in each comic, but its a deeply intimate one where you dive right into their thoughts and hopes and fears and they just come alive, even after you close the book. it was also so refreshing to see unpolished, "weirder" women (like me!) being featured in the comics. think i finished the whole thing in less than a day bc i couldnt put it down

i. cant think of a 3rd one. i cant read

I tag:

uhhh @itscookieoverlordtoyou ?? i feel weird tagging ppl but since i kno u irl somehow its less weird lmao. also if anyone else feels like doing this just pretend i tagged u

#long post #this took. so long. but it was fun #i hope i didnt go overboard with my descriptions fhdhdhdhd i like pretty language ok

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aethernoise · 5 years

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: dating pros/cons - Alyx :

(After many failed attempts at legitimate, joke-free answers for this prompt, I chose to consult the expert. Here is a bullet point list(?) of pros and cons of dating Alyx Vance, as told by Lord Commander Aymeric de Borel.)

- She is without a doubt one of the most compassionate and generous people I have had the pleasure to meet. She will take whatever precious time she has to make one feel appreciated and will always offer a helping hand.

- As I am certain you are already aware, Alyx is a formidable warrior and wielder of destructive magicks. Though she does not carry a shield, one is always under stalwart protection in her presence-- I daresay she would stop at nothing to protect and fight for those she loves.

- She is delightful to talk to, perhaps to our own detriment. I labour to count the occasions in which we have forgone sleep for conversation arguably far too deep into the night.

- She has filled my home with flowers. Pray take my meaning both metaphorically and literally: she has completely revitalized the Manor gardens, as well as ensured the near constant presence of fresh blooms in every room. (I suppose this could be considered a problem to those with an allergy? I am fortunate in this regard.)

- She is beautiful, of course. (Here follows several lines of stricken details, including what appears to be an attempt at a choice of words for the color green, and one barely legible mention of a ‘map of the stars’) Though I could wax poetic about the specific features I hold most dear, I shall spare you that and attempt instead to sum up my description with the word ‘radiant.’ She is so often dressed in black, but I could swear I look upon her sometimes and feel as though I am beholding the sun.

- Her hands are always warm.

- Despite her intensity and energetic nature, she is a deeply calming presence in my life. With her I am at ease.

- She is (the rest of this line is vigorously crossed out) To put it delicately: a passionate lover.

(The following ‘cons’ were written with extreme reluctance after an initial outright refusal to speak ill of her at all)

- She tends to withdraw when under great stress… even still she is not wont to share her burdens.

- The nature of her life is a dangerous one, perhaps more dangerous than the rest of us can truly comprehend. She is frequently involved in life-threatening situations. If I had less than complete trust in her capabilities, I would have gone twice gray by now.

- She is often away. I do not fault her for it, though the quiet hours can be far too quiet without her.

I was tagged by uhhh @red-dawnbringer @nigheandorcha @ladyrivienne @goldbasar ...I think that’s all... I’m sorry if I missed anyone

I am extremely late in finishing this one so I won’t tag anyone but feel free to use me as an excuse

#once i figured this out i had great fun with it lol #before that it was all very silly #i mean this is still silly but #they're real answers at least #answers #tag memes #ic answers #ic memes #alyx and aymeric #pros/cons meme

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omg-someone-actually · 4 years

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Get to know you meme

top 3 ships: I really only read snowbaz and wolfstar

last song: Manta Rays by Ludo

lipstick or chapstick: ALWAYS LIPSTICK (okay maybe not always because you gotta moisturize the lips after the super matt lipsticks make them into a total sahara desert ya feel)

last movie: uhhh it’s been a while since I watched anything... Maybe Treasure Planet? @ame-reflets-dans-l-eau made me watch it and I loved it so much. It’s fantastic

reading: Like a book or a fic?

I’m currently reading a book for school but it’s a great one! I’m really enjoying it - it’s called How to See the World by Nicholas Mirzoeff and it’s about visual culture, art history and so much more. I love it. (I know. I’m a nerd ok)

And I recently finished reading the absolutely stunning fic called I’ll Stop the World and it was soo good. I could wax poetic about its briliancy.

Summary: Simon and Penny are created by the gods to light the Sun and Moon, but Penny sneaks down to Earth all the time and one day brings Simon down with her. When Simon gets lost and meets Baz, a lonely, orphaned boy in love with the stars, he starts breaking the rules to be with him. But with the world falling to chaos every time Simon leaves the Sun and the gods growing angry, he's forced to have to make the decision to sacrifice the world for his love, or his love for the world.

I haven’t started reading anything else since so if anyone has some snowbaz recs throw them my way pleasee :)))

tagged by: @starstruck4moony

tagging: @moonllotus @whereevenamitho

#tag game #stuff about me #go read the fic everyone #its awesome

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glitchgeek · 4 years

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the rules ; answer seventeen questions and tag seventeen people

thank you @the-witchy-writer for tagging me 💚💚💚

nickname: alis, or glitch

sun sign: leo 🔆

height: around 5′5”

hogwarts house: ravenclaw

last thing i googled: cobol CURSOR parameters (meh. yay, work)

favourite musicians: stephen bryant, jeff kurtenacker, hozier, starset, glass animals

song stuck in my head: “Don’t Wanna Be Free” or whatever it’s called, from A Heist Woth Markiplier afdjfks

following: 386

followers: 256

amount of sleep: eeeehh, ~6.5 hours

lucky numbers: mm, 13? 5 is a good one too

dream job: travel writer, maybe? I’ve not looked into it much but getting to drive and fly to so many different places, take beautiful pictures, and wax poetic about the places I saw and the people I met sounds amazing...

wearing: star wars socks, flower-patterned skirt, black turtleneck, and a green knit shawl

favourite songs: this changes just about uhhh every week but right now it’s “For Good” from Wicked. It makes my gay little heart so happy :D

instruments played: clarinet from 6th to 12th grade. singing voice always~

fun facts:

- i torture morning-me by having to do math to shut off my alarm!

- i can somewhat circular-breathe... figured out how just so I could hum with fewer interruptions

- i sleep with 3 plushies: Septiceye Sam, Guido the Ikea Shark, and Franklin the Enderman

- i love cooking and baking... i just wish there was a way to instantly send food to all of my online friends;-;

gonna tag @shsl-burlesque , @pepsi-is-me-2 , @shadowsinyoursoul , @felldeer , and anyone else that wants to pick this up!

#glitch talks #tagged in #thanks for tagging me :D sorry it took so long to get to 😅#tumblr pls. let my @s work correctly pls.#seriously though. i love making food for others but i don’t have anyone close to share it with ;-;

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ka-za-ri · 6 years

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What are some of the things a person in your ship(s) would do unconsciously or unaware that has the other being reminded how much they love them?

Hello anon! I wasn’t sure if you were talking about my friend-ships or if you were talking about my OTPs... sooo uhhh. I guess we’re going with friend-ships because why the hell not, I always love a chance to wax poetic about mah frands. LOL Tags to @orionist @gorou-chan @mrsiwatatakanori @hypaalicious

More under the cut because again, I wrote too much.

Limato: The way the daughter of the moon tucks her hair behind her ears to hear his words clearer brings a light into Naoto’s eyes that rivals that of the brightest stars. He adored the way she leaned in just slightly whenever they talked to each other, as if being closer to him could stretch their time together a little longer. At times, he’d speak quieter than usual so she would have to lean in even closer, until he felt the warmth of her skin brush against his own. Moments like those, he remembered that no matter how brightly the sun shone, nothing was warmer and more inviting than the softness of his moon.

Keijing: She always did her best, that was what he loved most about her. He could always tell when she was concentrating, the way her brows would furrow just slightly as she worked. At times, Keiji could tell how tense her shoulders would get from being hunched over her desk. He finds himself wandering over to her, gently working out the tension and stress there, reminding her that no matter how heavy the burden she bore was, he would always be at her side to help ease the load.

Gunly:She reads signs and billboards out loud as they pass on the long road trip to everywhere and no where at the same time. Her voice keeps him awake as the miles fly by and the wind caresses their hair. He keeps a tally of each thing she reads an the closest mile marker they pass. Each one, a pinpoint on a mental map he creates which writes yet another chapter of their life together. Her voice punctuates the monotony of the drive, reminding him that it’s the little surprises in the journey that keeps life feeling beautiful.

Hylly: She keeps love locked in her phone, cached in words written for others. He reads them on occasion, noting similarities to real life and her fictions. He’d never tell her, but he adores her colored creativity and that boldly speaks of her personality. He loved her words, as silent as the were and hoped that one day, he could translate his kisses into lines of poetry for her so that she could understand how he felt about her. His adoration is quiet, so that he could hear the clicking of her typing while she wrapped herself in a world that was so brightly her own and filled with a love made of silence.

#replies #friend-ships #my writing #written on the fly #i'm so sorry #how do I tag this???#Anonymous

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punchsomeoneforme-willyou · 7 years

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doin’ a tag meme thing bc @wanderersintheshadowedland tagged me and also i’m freeeeee from deadlines, so I actually have tiiiiime

Rules; tag 9 mutuals you wanna get to know better!

RELATIONSHIP STATUS; very very happily taken (you may have read me wax poetic about hulk? or maybe I just do that in my head)

FAVORITE COLOR; greeeeeeeen

LIPSTICK OR CHAPSTICK?: both or neither, I can’t just do one - that being said not the american chapstick things, they dry out my lips?

LAST SONG I LISTENED TO: erm, the last music I listened to was the Black Swan soundtrack, not sure about songs, can’t do lyrics when I’m essaying

LAST MOVIE I WATCHED; Epic (soooooo cute, I wanna be shrunk and have adventures, or just hang out with the slugs you know)

TOP THREE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS; urgh, why? why would you ask this? I have trouble naming favourite characters from a given work, how am I supposed to name any with all the books at my disposal? anyways, I shall try: Perrin Aybara (from Wheel of Time), Frentis (Raven’s Shadow) and Turin Turambar and many many more

TOP THREE SHIPS; Flintwood, Stucky, aaaaaand Hansy - I read most ships if they’re well written though

BOOKS IM CURRENTLY READING: many, like I have a problem of starting books and then taking ages to finish them because I read other books in between; regardless of that the last one I’ve been reading in was The Republic of Thieves by Scott Lynch (which you should totally read, it’s amazing - just maybe start with the first in the series)

ok ok ok i tag uhhh @chiseplushie, @abs-olutefitness, @mischiefpuff, @honest-to-blogg, @killpop-jennafer, @thetravelerinatrenchcoat and anyone else who wants to do it, because I have no friends :P

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imscreamign · 7 years

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But is it a true Void if I tag it and people are seeing this

#uhhh #Idk but I also like the formatting of subtly adding thoughts in the tags #it's kinda like a whisper #a p.s.#an analysis of the analysis #thinking about the weight of your words and waxing poetic #or making bad puns idk

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creekdontrise · 7 years

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Alphabet Tag

I did not get tagged for this I merely wanted to do it whilst i take a break from comic-ing. Anyone should feel free 2 partake

A - Age: 25!

B - Biggest Fear: Someone I love coming to harm or dying, especially if we aren’t on the best possible terms

C - Current Time: 6:14 pm

D - Drink you last had: The absolute strongest coffee @ the Golden West. And water

E - Easiest person to talk to: ROCKET!! I can talk about anything with Rocket. And also: Natasha, Mogs, the Sunday DnD crew, Toria, Paige, Stevie...

F - Favorite Song: This is always a horrible and nearly impossible question. But rn it’s p much all of ‘Divers’ by Joanna Newsom and “Small Bill$” by Regina Spektor

G - Grossest Memory: Anything involving phlegm, and people I N G E S T I N G I T . makes me wanna vom just at the THOUGHT

H - Horror yes or Horror no: Generally yes provided it isn’t based on: sexual violence, gratuitous violence against children, or torture porn.

I - In Love: Takes off me hat. I love Rocket so much y’all. I could wax poetic about it 24/7, quite happily, if allowed to

J - Jealous of people: UHHH not usually, or more than the average person I’d say. Rampant jealousy can be incredibly damaging, especially if you don’t know how to work through it healthily--I try to be aware of it

K - Killed someone: Wtf is this question. NO!!

L - Love at First Sight or Should I Walk By Again: Sometimes I develop these instantaneous puppy crushes on people ‘at first sight’, but I dunno that I’ve ever had LOVE at first sight happen to me before. It takes a while for me to develop those kinds of feelings for a person, if we’re talking about romantic love. But it’s very easy for me to feel platonic love, and pretty quickly!

M - Middle Name: This is generally an account security question and you shan’t know it

N - Number of Siblings: Two! I am the eldest

O - One Wish: Selflessly, that our current political situation find the swiftest, least painful, and most universally productive/beneficial solution to all involved. Selfishly, that I be in San Fran right now smoochin my gf

P - Person you Called Last: Rocket!!

Q - Question You’re Always Asked: How old are you? Where are you from? (Because of my baby face/ accent respectively)

R - Reason to Smile: The people I love, good food, getting difficult and stressful things taken care of. Nature, finding beauty in all things as often as possible. BEIN A SHIT

S - Song You Sang Last: ‘Year of the Tiger’ by St. Vincent, in the shower

T - Time You Woke Up: I woke up around 8 but didn’t get out of bed until 11 out of stubbornness and the desire to stay Cozy

U - Underwear Color: Black/green/purple

V - Vacation Destination: Anywhere with my gf...but. The mountains in fall, the beach in the summer.

W - Worst Habit: Chewing my lips, currently....an annoying blinking tic.

X - X-Rays Had: A FEW...and many internal MRI type scans. I am a barium connoisseur

Y - Your Favorite Food: This is also an impossible question. I like seared figs, chicken and dumplings, gang dang, blueberries and cream, badaam pasanda, matcha ice cream, cheeseburgers.....

Z - Zodiac Sign: Scorpio/Taurus rising

#alphabet meme #about me

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