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simon-x-billy · 7 months

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Simon x Billy

Year of the OTP: August

August Prompt: AU of my choice

AN: I think this might be my favorite chapter, even though it’s a shorty. I dunno, they’re just so frickin adorbs (in my mind at least). It also occurred to me that my chapters don’t have to be 9K words long. I really only needed 3K about what happens next. TW: Very mild sexytimes coming in at a tame 😈 1 horny purple demon on the smut-o-meter. But it is boy+boy, so if mm fiction offends, then please be aware that this is mm fiction. Masterlist || ao3 || Prev || Next

Chapter 8: So that happened…

————/Simon/————

The bed just shifted, which is weird. I open one eye just the tiniest little bit.

Holy crap, it’s Billy, there he is. Look at him. My God, how can he be even hotter today? Maybe cuz today I know what he looks like when he-

I groan, and then freeze. His fingers twitch. Shit, did I wake him up? ‘Please God, don’t let this be weird, please don’t let it be weird, please don’t let it be weird,’ I repeat over and over in my head like a mantra, til I see his eyes flutter open.

We stare at each other. Oh fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck, did we fuck everything up? I don’t want to go back to not knowing this man. That would be tragic. And it would suck, too. I need to prevent that. I slide my hand toward him slowly, stopping about half way, and wait to see what he’ll do. It’s tentative. And also the most terrifying seconds I think I’ve ever lived.

Billy quickly and calmly reaches out for my hand. I think I might pass out from relief.

“Shut up and come ‘ere, Lewis. Yer thinkin too loud.”

He calls me Lewis and bosses me around with that sleep-roughened voice, and my morning semi is now solid wood. I think I might’ve just gotten…moist.

“I think you might’ve just discovered a new kink,” he observes.

“So what if I have?” I reply, shifting closer. As directed.

“I’d accommodate it. If I had to. It’s a hardship, I know, but I’m thinkin you’ll be worth it.”

How does he just bust out with something all suave like that? Oh my god. Billy’s suave. I can’t believe I just got to use that word in a sentence. In my head.

“Billy. Stop being funny. You’re no good at it.”

“No?” he yawns, as he stretches.

“Are we teasing each other?” I tease. “Is that what this is? Do you feel teased?”

He gives me a drowsy grin. “Titillated.”

I grin back. How is he so good at this?

I let my eyes run over his chest and down his long, lean form, and bust out laughing when I realize the shape we left him in last night. His head and one arm are still wearing his t-shirt. One leg’s naked, except for his sock. The other is missing a sock, and his jeans are still hanging off his ankle. He’s in the exact position he fell asleep in. Never moved. Just conked out and now here he is lying next to me, looking all…magnetic. I’m in trouble. So much trouble.

I flash back to last night and my impatience to get at his skin. How I practically mauled the man like a rabid bear. At least I was a sexy rabid bear. Roar. And hot damn, it just occurred to me how much I liked seeing him not 100% in control all the time.

He watches me in amusement. I amuse him. His entire face does that twinkling thing.

Time to see what those jade eyes really look like, up close in the daylight. Oh man, it’s like looking at the sun with those things. I can’t see them anymore, cuz they’ve narrowed to slits.

“Lookin for something, Simon?”

I’m laying with my nose barely an inch from his.

Until he flips us, holding me to the bed with his palm against my chest, and looms over me. Somewhere between there and here, his bits of clothing came off. Which is good. Very good.

He’s got the most wicked look on his face, and I realize I want to wipe it off with a range of body parts. Leave him panting, begging for more.

“If you can make me want to beg, I promise, I’ll beg.” It’s like he’s found purring-cat in his vocal range, and it’s making my cock drip onto my stomach. I can feel it.

Oh God, he’s coming in for the kiss. I’m holding my breath, because kissing? That’s……….kissing. That’s different.

No? No. He continues right past me, with his forehead pressed to the pillow beside my head. His ear is just barely touching mine. Like a soft rustling and a slide like suede. Ears? Ears are weird.

I don’t know why I’m relieved that he didn’t go in for the kiss. That would have made all this a little too real. And this does not get tagged real. Nope, this gets tagged escapist fantasy.

At the club, he’d grabbed me and held me against him, and now he’s holding me against him again. His entire body is pressed to mine, and he’s dragging his cheek across my jaw. The stubble is…..it’s crazy how much I like it. My breath escapes me as he presses his hips against mine.

Let’s go a little faster, Delaney. I kick his feet apart, slide a foot between them, and pull him by the ass in two handfuls, hitching him up my leg. He laughs and all, but fuck, he’s hard for me. And he’s left a smear of precome up my leg. It trips my breath.

I get a growl in return. It abruptly gets louder when I pull him tighter against me and roll. Holy fuck, what a rush. He drags in a swift, hard breath. And he no longer needs me pulling at him to get him to grind against me as hard as feels good. I feel a rumble come from my chest.

“All right?” he murmurs. His eyes can’t seem to stop focusing on my mouth. God, I’m tempted. “Hm?” he hums into my ear, then shivers when I send my fingertips smoothing up his spine and down again. Miles of warm skin beneath my fingers.

Oh, god. He’s just…..and….cuz fuck that feels good. Repositioned legs, cock against cock, and he’s rhythmically rubbing one off on me. All lined up, sliding against each other. “Why does that feel so good?”

He doesn’t bother answering. He just moans, all high and breathy, voice almost a whisper every time the heads glide past each other.

I spread my hands over his flexing shoulders and send them searching his bare skin for every movement, every shifting of muscles as he holds himself over me, and his breathing grows hoarse. I’m not used to hearing a male voice making sounds like this.

“Simonnnnnn. God, I’m actually close . Could come just frommmmmhhm this. You close?” He slides a hand under my ass to get the angle he wants from me.

I grunt and I grate out, “I’ve been ready since last night.”

His voice shudders and he’s got me locked to him. He’s got torque behind that grind and I fucking love it, his hardness against mine.

“I’ve got you close, too, haven’t I,” he rumbles low in my ear. “So close. Just from thi- sssss- nnnhhhhhhhh.”

Not close enough. My hips pick up speed, and I put some finesse in the roll as the heads pass each other. I can feel him suck in air. That simple change is enough to make him gasp, shudder. He mewls and convulses, grunts and convulses. I watch, fascinated, as I push him over the edge.

Oh God. Billy Delaney’s come face is epic. The expression. The stuttering breath, the slightest bit of voice with each ragged gasp. The sounds I’m pulling from him, I’m - unghhhh , and now there’s that slippery slide. God I love it, the feeling of heat glowing in my extremities, racing toward my center. And the center of everything is my cock. “Ssssso ready, pllllllleeeeasemmmmfff.” My breath stutters to a stop and-

“FffffffffUCK!” I’m shocked by the force of it when I come. His hips keep moving steadily through it all, til we’re both overstimulated. Just grinding and we’re this explosive together? A drop of perspiration falls from his chin to mine, and he’s breathing each gasp with me. “Fuck,” I whisper. I have no voice.

He nuzzles me, and I feel him whisper, “Yeah,” across my mouth. It would be so easy to kiss him. I think I might want to. My mouth certainly wants to.

Too late. Billy’s saying, “Aw, man, that’s uncomfortable,” after shifting his weight.

It dawns on me that I’ve just blown my load without even touching my dick, like I’m back in middle school. “That was awesome,” I state the obvious. “But this is not. Oh god, that feels really gross, actually. I think you blew your load directly into my pubes.”

“I think I might have done.” He looks down. “Yep. We’ll soon be glued together by the short hairs, the longer it cools.”

“Great imagery, Billy. Way to kill the mood.”

“Right?” he agrees.

Suddenly I feel a little shaky. Like everything is just a little off. My balance, my brain. “I just rubbed one off on you,” I say, thoughtfully. He looks up, apprehension stealing onto that beautiful face.

“And I liked it.”

————/Billy/————

Oh thank you, Jesus. Thought he was about ready to shrink in on himself with recriminations. But no. Simon Lewis liked it.

“Yes. Good, yes. Good,” is all my poor excuse for a mouth is able to spit out. It’s the enormity of the realization I’ve just had: I quite enjoy coating Simon Lewis in come. “I liked it, too,” I add, just so there’s no confusion on that point.

“Shower?” My voice sounds small to me.

“Yeah. You first,” he says.

“Ah go on.”

“Ok.” The melonfucker looks at me with an impish grin and stands. I’m transfixed, staring at his cock where it glistens against his sac and the hair there.

“My eyes are up here, sailor,” he teases. I feel teased.

“Sailor, eh? I like the sound of that. Far better than Beelee, so please call me sailor, henceforth and forever more. Every time you see me, it’ll be sailor, yeah? Ok.” I aim my most fetching smile at him. My aim is true, and he blushes a little. If he’s like me, he’s caught up picturing all those times in future he’ll be calling me sailor.

Bare as the cock is long, he leaves for the bath, and I get an eye-full of Simon Lewis’s arse. I get a slight pinching in my gut that says, ‘Hallo, mate. Ready for round two?’

I hope he’s not regretting it. I was going to end that thought with “already.” But I don’t want him regretting it at all, ever. Never.

I don’t regret it.

And I don’t think I will.

“Hurry up in there, Lewis, it’s my turn. Then get on the bed. You’re making me wait. Delayed gratification is one thing, but I’m ready. Hope you are.”

“For what?” he calls from the shower, laughing.

“For me.”

————/Simon/————

“What the hell , man. Did we just- Did all that actually just happen?” Billy asks, with his eyes on the road.

“Right?” I splutter.

Oh god, it’s an uncomfortable silence. I hate those.

“I mean,” I begin, cuz I think this is important to clarify. “It’s gonna happen again, though, right?”

“Fuck yes,” he says before I’ve even finished my sentence.

“Oh thank god,” rushes out of me. I feel like I can breathe again. And I feel like me again. Rather than evil freaked out anxiety me. I can be regular me again, and drown evil freaked out anxiety me in the Medi/Tyrrhenian sea. I hate chibi me. He sucks. And he respawns. Eventually, he always does.

“Again, like….. today?” I ask hopefully.

“Soon,” he says solemnly, nodding his head. “ Soon .” He starts tapping the arm rest. “There isn’t even anywhere to pull over!”

“That soon? I am fully onboard with that. Just saying.” Oh, hey! “Scenic overlook! Scenic overlook!”

The scenic overlook would be about big enough for two Mini Coopers. We swerve out onto the little strip of cement.

As promised, it is overlooking scenery. But I’m not really thinking about anything other than crawling over the arm rest.

Billy’s already breathing heavy, pawing at my ass to try and help me over, but my ass honks the horn and my knee- I’m grunting for unsexy reasons, and suddenly I think I might be stuck. And that’s when a little Vespa toodles in and pulls up right next to my window. Because of course it does.

Only in Italy #8: I tried to mount Billy in a tiny clown car. Then a tiny clown motorcycle cockblocked us.

That is not funny. It’s truth. But what is funny is the spectacle of me trying to untangle my limbs without kneeing anyone in the nuts and without unintentional ass-honking.

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kendsleyauthor · 1 year

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Lee & Ben - vacation 🌴🍹🍍

((OTP Asks))

@marydublinauthor 🌸

Just Chill

Ben awoke feeling well-rested—the first sign that something was off. As his eyes fluttered open, the brightness in the room was the second sign.

Drawing a deep breath, he rolled over in the folds of Lee’s scarf, which had become his usual sleeping spot. His bleary vision struggled to make sense of the digital clock on the nightstand.

He sat bolt upright when the time came into focus. 12:37 PM.

Cursing, Ben looked from his spacious pillow to the rumpled sheets on the other side of the mattress. Lee was nowhere to be seen. Had he gone out for breakfast? It was afternoon, so why wasn’t he back? Had something happened? Was he dead?

“Lee?” Ben’s voice wobbled, weak from sleep. He shook life into his wings and flitted into the air. “Lee!”

As he flew into the common area of the suite, his next cry was cut short. Lee was lounging on the sofa, still in pajamas, twisting around to see Ben.

“Relax,” Lee said, looking at Ben like he was crazy. “What’s wrong?”

All the breath left Ben’s lungs in a heavy sigh. “_What’s wrong_?” He might have punched Lee’s nose if he weren’t so relieved. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

“You’re always up first. Figured I’d let you sleep in.”

Frowning, Ben glanced between Lee and the wide-screen television, which was playing some action movie. Lee was just… sitting there. Watching TV. In the middle of the day.

Ben glanced at the tall windows, drinking in the Strip in full daylight. He winced at a stab of guilt. He’d kept Lee waiting. “I’m sorry,” Ben said. “We should have been out there hours ago.”

“The word ‘should’ isn’t allowed for the next few days.” A little smirk tugged at the corner of Lee’s mouth—he knew precisely how confused Ben was. “We’re on vacation,” he announced.

Ben gaped. “We… What? When did we decide that?”

“Well, you were asleep during the vote, so I made an executive decision.” Lee’s smile broadened as he beckoned Ben to the sofa. “Like I said, you never sleep in. So I say we need a breather. Right?”

“B-but…” Ben inched closer. “You always go on about how much you love Vegas! There’s so many easy marks here. Forget about me—how are _you_ gonna be able to relax?”

“Please, I can control myself. For now… just chill, Benny.” Lee patted the back of the sofa. “Look, that one guy you’re in love with is in this movie.

Ben’s face flushed. Reluctantly, he took a seat on the backrest and settled near Lee’s shoulder. He stared at the screen. “How long do we do this?” he asked after a minute.

Lee chuckled exasperatedly. “Rule one. We don’t rush out the door.”

Though he was unconvinced, Ben nodded. If Lee insisted�� he guess he could give a vacation a try.

#gt #g/t writing #my writing #giant tiny #g/t #gt community #g/t community #gt fandom #g/t fandom #gt fluff #g/t fluff #shot in the dark #shot in the dark story #oc: ben #oc: le

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50cal-fullauto-astarion · 6 months

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For the otp asks: 3, 5, 14, 16, 21

Dealers choice on the ship 💖💖💖

YOU’RE THE BEST POSH HEEEEEE 💖💖💖 thank you for indulging me 🥰🥰 i went multi-ship with it slkjsl

3. Who gets the window seat?

In a modern au, Gale gets the window seat so he can have a view while reading or listening to podcasts or whatever he’d like. Scorpio just blacks out as soon as he’s settled in bc he hates distance traveling where he can’t stop and move around a little bit while being crammed in to a contained space with strangers that he finds all invariably irritating. Now that I’m thinking about it, Gale probably suggests he takes the middle seat to provide a buffer every time, but Scorpio turns him down. “I’ll roust m’self if you need to get to the aisle, it don’t bother none.”

5. Who wakes up first?

Yder will wake up before Astarion as a rule during and post-game. During the campaign, she’s just up by virtue of being in charge of the shitshow and needing to get shit done, but post-campaign they switch back to a nocturnal schedule for Astarion’s needs as a spawn while they work at getting him in the sun again. She wakes up earlier to utilize some daylight if she has to, but that’s still midafternoon at best. And it goes without saying, this is with them both going between sleeping and trancing.

14. Who’d pop the other one’s pimple?

Rivka is ANNIHILATING any acne she spots on König, and she’s not nice about it—he HATES when she does it bc she’ll bruise him or use her “fucked up little utensils” on him like he’s up for an autopsy. Ghost has been known to snipe blemishes on Stallard, but she gets hers in return bc she’ll tweeze his ingrown hairs—they both swat at each other like idiots.

16. Who cooks at 2 in the morning?

Ghost is always doing weird shit at two am. Stallard is never surprised when she wakes up from her grandma bedtime to see him cooking himself something lovecraftian, or cleaning guns, or going for a walk. Usually she just tells him to make sure he’s strapped (no matter what he’s doing) with a confused “I don’t wanna know” squint before she goes back to bed.

21. Who’s prone to road rage?

Modern au, Yder and Astarion both have horrendous road rage, and get on the other’s ass for it, like hypocrites. They’re also driving horrendously, but they only ever comment on it when there’s bitching to be had about the road rage. If I had to pick, Yder’s the worse road rager, but he’s the worse driver.

#holler holler get $

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nightingaleflow · 2 years

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A E I O U!

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

I have a bunch, but the ones I thought of first are any combination of Gaara, Rock Lee, and Sakura. I like the dynamics between all of them. There's a lot of healing that can they can help each other with, plus their personalities are all very different which makes things fun (ex. super stoic Gaara with super energetic Lee).

(And yes that does include all three of them together, although that's something I have yet to see in fic or fanart for some reason.)

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

I don't think so? Closest thing I can think of is the Chojuro/Rock Lee fic I wrote for a request.

Although the Tits or Ass series might also qualify? (Part 1, Part 2)

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

Yeah, Warrior Cats.

This was waaaaay back when I was originally on Tumblr 10+ years ago, but I basically made a post expressing I didn't like a particular character. (Jayfeather, in case anyone cares)

You would think I murdered someone's mom or something because I got so much hate from that post. I had people actually threaten to kill me over it.

I already was falling out of love with those books, but that sealed the deal.

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

*hits random on playlist*

Song is Bianca's cover of Love Again by Dua Lipa.

Hmm…my first thought is Sakura. It reads like her trying to get over Sasuke with her new love.

The descriptions in the song could work well with either Gaara or Lee, so we'll just say it's both a GaaSaku and LeeSaku song.

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

In no particular order:

~NARUTO~ (1) Gaara. His character development and growth. Plus he's hot. (2) Rock Lee. His unyielding optimism and determination. Plus he's hot. (3) Sakura Haruno. Her strength, development, and ferocity. Plus she's hot.

~DEAD BY DAYLIGHT~ (1) Mikaela Reid. She's a storyteller with a passion for the mystical arts and horror stories. Plus she's hot. (2) Adiris (The Plague). She went from being dumped on the temple steps to the High Priestess of Babylon - that took a lot of determination, willpower and guts. Not her fault she didn't have access to modern medicine. Plus she's hot. (I said what I said.) (3) Carmina Mora (The Artist). She's a talented artist and had the courage to speak out against a corrupt government. Plus she's hot.

~SPY X FAMILY~ (1) Anya Forger. Literally the best child in anime. She's the cutest thing ever, and she has a good heart. I hope my eventual child is like her (minus the telepathy). (2) Yor Forger. Badass assassin AND amazing mother? Like hello? Plus she's hot. (3) Loid Forger. Badass super spy AND amazing father? Like hello? Plus he's hot.

Thanks for the asks, Jmor! <3

Alphabet Fandom Asks

#ask nightingale #Naruto #Gaara #Rock Lee #Sakura #Dead By Daylight #Mikaela #Plague #Artist #Spy x Family #Anya Forger #Yor Forger #Loid Forger #justmyownreality #fandom

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meissashush · 2 years

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6, 10, and 21 for the OTP asks

I'm gonna go ahead and assume CorNyx, because it's you XD

6. Who would beg the other not to leave? Who has to leave to protect the other?

Okay absolute 50/50 split, but the begging is going to look different.

If Nyx was hurt: Nyx would try to convince him not to go, that everything is fine and it wasn't at all related to him. I'm picturing him in the Citadel ICU, absolutely beat-to-shit-and-back. Like should not even be awake levels of not okay. Cor is livid. He's a fuming ball of barely contained rage as he sits by Nyx's bedside and slowly pries enough information out of him to know who he needed to go end.

It's not until Nyx is too tired and loopy on painkillers that it comes out that Nyx was hurt BECAUSE of Cor. Naturally, because it's Cor, he's missing when Nyx wakes up. Which means Nyx is going to have to go hunt down his idiot, injured or not.

If Cor was hurt: It would be Clarus or Regis or even the person who hurt Cor who would tell Nyx it was his fault. Cor wouldn't let it slip, not for anything. But Nyx would take it way too close to home, given everything that happened with his mother and Selena. Cor would notice the second something was wrong (maybe Regis being too awkwardly soothing, or Clarus looking like a dog who shit the bed) and then the hunt would be on.

Either way, my consensus is that both these men are the type to hunt down their dumbass, no matter the cost. Because they're morons.

10. Describe their first date.

In a word: awkward. So gods damned awkward. Two fully grown men without a single bit of dating experience between them, what an utter fucking mess.

Cor definitely has never been on a date in his life. He's a man who is so damn blind to his own feelings that he cannot even comprehend that other people want to date him.

Nyx was always the type to just skip ahead to the sex and call it a night. Genuinely rocking the too-tortured-to-love vibe like an angsty fucking teenager. In reality, he's just too scared to put himself out there like that.

Realistically speaking, neither of them realized they went on their first date until after it happened. They went out, together, to do something mild. Maybe Nyx convinced Cor to go to a bar ("A real bar, Cor. Not whatever prissy shit those bastards dragged you to. A genuine, gross and sticky dive-bar. We'll get smashed, it'll be great.") and about half-way through Nyx utterly destroying him at darts (since they both can't play pool without breaking something) one of them has the dawning realization that this is may be a date. Then dismisses that thought. They tumble home together. It's only once daylight sneaks in to attack their hungover eyes that either of them realize... oh. Huh. First date.

Unrealistically speaking: I am still writing "The Leonis' Go to The Zoo"

21. Who would get into a fight to defend the other's honor? Who tends to the other's wounds?

You would think it would be Cor. You would be wrong.

Cor would be held back by years of "You're going to make it worse, hold your tongue" being beat into him by Weskham. He'd find other ways to make life hell for the moron who dared insult HIS Nyx.

Nyx, however? Nyx is young and filled with the unshakable pride of a Galahdan. That man would see someone dare disrespect Cor the Immortal, the man of his heart, and see red. There would be threats and growling and frankly feral levels of hyper-masculine posturing the likes of which no well-bred Lucian (or anyone else, for that matter) will be able to comprehend. And if it did devolve into a physical fight? No holds-barred. Nyx would have to be pried from their bloodied body before he left a corpse in his wake.

And poor Cor would be stuck bandaging his dumb-ass while reprimanding him for almost causing a diplomatic catastrophe... while also subtly praising him for at least waiting for the other opponent to agree to a 'duel' so they could abuse the old Lucian law to keep Nyx out of jail. And maybe, just a little, Cor would have a new appreciation for that rumbling sound Nyx sometimes made when he was annoyed.

Ahh, these were so fun to write! Thanks for sending in the ask <3

#ffxv #cornyx #cor leonis #nyx ulric #my stuff #ask game #ask game fill #garbria

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saintflint · 2 years

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He was your friend. He trusted you. And you killed him. –

cain, josé saramago & miscellaneous quote, both referenced here / inscriptions cain read in abel’s eyes, silvina ocampo, tr. jason weiss / cain slays abel, gustave doré / corpus christi, terrence mcnally / etching of cain and abel, alexandre falguière / the last days of judas iscariot, stephen adly guirgis / black sails xxxviii

#aka: the last confrontation of 4x10 but give it significant religious overtones #i would’ve added the ‘two nations’ quote/monologue from 4x01 but i didn’t have enough room #otp: no daylight between you and i #silverflint #black sails #para #creations #userflintcoded

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cuthalions · 6 years

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⇒ “That's a few weeks from now, isn't it? We might be friends by then.”

#black sails #silverflint #blacksailsedit #hi i haven't made a random modern au in ages #my fingers were itching #my gifs #james flint #john silver #otp: no daylight between you and i #bsaes #bs au

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jacnaylor · 7 years

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I want to live. Earning your trust seemed like a good start toward that end.

#bsedit #blacksailsedit #perioddramaedit #silverflintedit #silverflint #james flint #john silver #mine #otp: there is no daylight between you and i #this is just me making stuff with left over gifs lol

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tobelovedandtohavebeenloved · 3 years

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For the ask game: Rimmer

(because you were probably expecting him to come up anyways lol)

Thank you for this ask, I really appreciate it ^*^

My main man Arnie J- or as Chris calls him, ‘Smeghead Rimmer’ Spoilers for The Promised Land and everything leading up to it ahead, ye be warned.

This got long, but let’s get into it, shall we?

Favourite thing about them:

From a writing standpoint my favourite thing about Rimmer as a character is how defensive he gets when faced with anything that could be perceived as affection or kindness. It’s a fantastic representation of what growing up in such an abusive situation does to a person, even if his childhood is a running gag they play the effects of it on his self-esteem remarkably straight for a comedy.

From a more personal perspective, I think my favourite thing about Rimmer is when he actually lets his guard down. When we get a shot of him drinking with the guys, or even in the Dave era stuff later on, partaking in games, shenanigans, or celebration of a success with the others while sober. It’s a huge step for someone who’s been taught that feelings are weakness, who again has autistic traits and has learned in his years with Lister and the others that it’s actually not embarrassing to show feelings? No matter how you show them? On a similar note I love how often he has little anxious/nervous stims, like bouncing a leg or tapping his fingers.

Least favourite thing about them:

The way he treats women. I understand why, I get it, this poor man’s so far in the closet he’s forgotten what daylight looks like. He’s never exactly had good role models. He doesn’t know better, and over the series he does learn and grow. Still, I hate to see him go all Incel like in parallel universe.

Favourite line: I can’t pick just one so have four, instead

“I'd trade everything in to be loved and to have been loved.” - 02.03 Thanks For The Memory

“Yes, I admit I'm nothing. But from what I started with, nothing is up.” - 05.02 The Inquisitor

“But sometimes you live, you die, and then you live again. I know, I’ve done it myself.” - 10.06 The Beginning

“Listy, there’s a moon over here that could use some sunlight.” - The Promised Land

brOTP:

Rimmer and Kryten. Any scene they have in the science room or any of the medscans over the years are fantastic. The chemistry Chris and Robert have is *chef’s kiss*

OTP:

Rimster all the way. Listen. They need each other, and it’s not like I expect them to make out, but they rely so heavily on each other and by later seasons have learned to navigate all of the ins and outs of conversation with each other. The Moonlight scene from The Promised Land comes to mind of course, as well as scenes where Lister crosses a line and knows it, immediately trying to backtrack a la Thanks For The Memory. They’re all they have, and it shows.

nOTP:

Pretty much anything else. There really isn’t any chemistry between him and the other members of the Posse, and most of the characters they meet otherwise are… not vibes.

Random headcanon:

I fully believe that Rimmer is near-sighted and needs glasses. In Polymorph when his bitterness is removed he’s wearing glasses, in Holoship when he’s had the mind patch he’s also wearing glasses. Now, both of these are mostly played for jokes, BUT. in Rimmerworld when he’s had Kryten run a physical on him, there’s a throwaway gag about him cheating on the eye exam. Again, all gags and jokes, but put together the pieces make for a very interesting, ‘let this poor repressed man have glasses’ kind of picture.

I also firmly believe that Rimmer came back from being Ace because he couldn’t understand why being the hero and getting everything he wanted wasn’t satisfying. Being Ace was just more living in someone else’s shadow and doing things you wouldn’t normally, to impress people who don’t matter. I imagine it made him miserable, and he found his way back to the Dwarf as it’s the only place he’s ever felt he was enough.

Unpopular opinion:

I don’t know if this is unpopular, But! Rimmer is I think, one of the best representations of neurodivergency in media I’ve ever seen. He comes across as ASD-coded, but even without that he canonically has an anxiety disorder that affects his physical health as well. It’s often played for a joke, but it’s there and shown in a real and often even sympathetic way.

Song I associate with them: I have a whole Spotify list for him and Lister, but to narrow it down I’d say

Ghosting - Mother Mother or Puppet Loosely Strung - The Correspondents.

Favourite picture of them: Again I couldn’t pick just one, so have a couple. Plus, I absolutely adore Low Power Mode!Rimmer from TPL, but I don’t have any good pictures of him ><

#Red Dwarf #The Promised Land #Arnold Rimmer #Chris Barrie #Rimmer #Arnold Judas Rimmer #Arnie J #Listen I have a lot of thoughts #Thank you for this ask!!!!#It was a lot of fun to fill out #I’d love to do more and I might whether I get asks or not we’ll see haha #Autistic Rimmer #Ask Game

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gingerale2017 · 2 years

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Karaoke Night

A/N: Ya’ll. So I wrote this on FEBRUARY 18 and I’ve grown since then so if it’s cringy it’s because it’s old (I was 13 👧🏽) I also changed it a bit bc it was too bad.

So enjoy ig :)

A/N (old): Time for our favorite android and guard ship to take the spotlight. In other words Kiko. (Stars Above and Wires and Nerve spoilers)

Cinder and Kai were fighting. Everybody near them could see it and feel it. And it was bringing everybody down. How could other couples be able to manage correctly if the perfect ship was fighting? Cinder and Kai fighting does not make sense; it doesn't click. And how did Iko miss this? She was with them all day yesterday, and they seemed fine. Iko just knew one thing for sure; this was not ok.

The perfect couple was sitting opposite each other in Scarlet's living room. It was Winter's birthday yesterday, and they all decided to celebrate here in France. Cinder had a hand on her forehead as if she had a headache, and Kai talked to Cress. What could they possibly be fighting? Watching them give each other glares just ripped Iko to shreds. Her OTP could NOT be fighting. Then as if things could get any worse, a person walked in.

"Good morning, everyone." Kinney was sporting a smirk on his annoyingly handsome face and annoyingly perfect hair. Seriously, read the room!

"Ugh, no, go away, " she groaned, "I don't feel like dealing with you today."

"Well, I'm stuck here, so you have to."

"Go steal Scars pod or something."

"I do not want to steal the scary woman's pod, Iko; that would be my death."

"Well, I would be laughing at your funeral, by the way."

"It's great to know that you care so much about me."

"Just get together already." Someone whispered. Iko jumped and put a hand to her heart. Cress had appeared out of nowhere, scaring the daylights out of her.

"Cress, you scared me," Iko whispered.

"Seriously, watching you two banter like an old married couple but not together is just as bad as Cinder and Kai fighting," Cress whispered back.

"I would never, ever, ever, ever, ever, date Mr. Perfect-Hair." Iko shot. Cress raised an eyebrow.

"Okay..., " she made a face, "so what do you know about the ‘Royal Couple’? Please give me all the details. What, why, when, who, and how?"

"I'm just as clueless as you are," Iko sighed, "they seemed fine last night."

"That's Cinder and Kai for ya."

"Yep." Iko looked at everyone in the room. Winter was wearing the clothes that Scarlet bought her and the jewelry that Iko stole from Cinder. Not that she'll ever know. Her hair was in a bun and was messy in an appealing way. She was talking with Jacin, and he would crack a smile here and there, which was the weirdest thing Iko has ever seen. She moved to Scarlet and Wolf. Scarlet had her hood overhead and was in between Wolf's legs on the floor. She was staring at Kai, like trying to figure out a puzzle, while Wolf just ate a tomato. Cress peeped from behind Iko, making her spin around, only to see that Thorne surprised her, and now they were kissing.

As for her best-friend and the Emperor, they still hated each other. What the hell happened?!

"All right, what happened between you two," as if she read Iko's mind, Scarlet stood up from her position and pointed at Cinder and Kai, "last night, you guys acting like the happy, engaged couple you are, and today, you are acting like you broke up!"

Iko gasped. That has never crossed her mind before. If they broke up, there would be no will for Iko to live.

"Of course, we didn't break up," Kai said. Iko let out a breath of relief.

"Wheres the ring," She gasped again. It was like a horror movie.

"Metal hand" Cinder lifted her gloved hand, then took off the glove dramatically, revealing a red ruby. Iko sighed.

"So why are you two fighting," Scarlet pried.

"I dunno, ask Cinder," Kai answered, with a look at Cinder. Iko raised an eyebrow, "she's the one who started all this."

"Just because I can make my own decisions does not mean that they are bad ones." Wow, Cinder looked mad. Iko kind of felt bad for Kai, but he didn't even flinch. It was pretty obvious he'd seen all of this before.

"I never said it was bad, and I just wish you told me before-"

"There you go again. You don't need to know what's going on in my life!"

"- you told everyone!"

"All right, ALL RIGHT!" Thorne yelled, stepping in between the bickering couple. All three of them were on their feet. "You know what you need. A party!"

"We just had one, smartass," Cinder said. She was still scowling and was rubbing her head again.

"No, not like a birthday party, but a crazy one where everyone gets drunk. Iko, you can be our designated driver" He winked at Iko. "Wait, scratch that. We can sing karaoke! And get drunk! YES! Meet Cress and me back at the Rampion at 6, all right? Let's go, Cress."

He said all of this so fast that Iko needed a minute to process. "I don't compute."

Thorne rolled his eyes, "Karaoke night. 6 pm. Rampion." Then he left, dragging a wide-eyed Cress out of the house.

"Now, what are we going to do?" Jacin asked, looking bored.

"I dunno," said Scarlet, "I guess we wait until 6."

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"Welcome aboard the most amazing space ship of all time, THE RAMPION!" Thorne exclaimed to no one in particular, "Tonight will be the best karaoke night in your life! Come in, come in."

Scarlet looked around, "Is he talking to me?" Iko nodded, "Thanks, I guess. What are you guys singing?"

"I'm going to sing from this pop singer from the second era, I think. But the person was one of the few people in the world to nail the high keys. I hope I can do it. Hey Iko, wanna do a duet?" Cress walked out to greet them, but her eyes were glued to her port as she rambled on about the pop singer.

"Duh, what do I get to sing!" Iko didn't prep for anything, but she could always read the lyrics in her head.

"The rap. The song is pretty easy, but the rap part is fast. Other than that, it's going to be so much fun!"

"Yay!" She went up to hug the tiny human. Then Cress started laughing, and then they were in fits not even a second after.

"Well, I'm going to sing 'Langue' by Aline Martin. She's a French singer and started blowing up a few months back. I love her songs." Scarlet beamed from behind the girls.

Wolf threw an arm around her as they walked into the ship, "I'm sure you'll do great, Scar."

"It's my favorite song. I know it word for word. I'll do fine."

"Jacin-love and I are doing a duet. At least, I was hoping to, right Jacin." Winter winked, bumping his elbow with hers. He only grunted in response.

"Has anybody seen Cinder," Iko whipped her head to see Kai focused on his port. He looked for answers, and there was a nod from Thorne and Cress.

"She's already inside."

"Wha- of course, she is," he grumbled as he made his way up the ramp, not bothering to say hello to anyone.

"Does anyone know what's going on with the pair?" Scarlet asked. She received shrugs from everyone except Kinney.

"Selene wanted to take a trip back to Luna, to, you know, check up and see how things are going, and made plans and everything, but never bothered to tell Kai until last minute. She surprised everyone with this. But it should be fine if she is only going for a week. Well, it's a month-long trip, and as you can see, the emperor is very pissed." Kinney said as-a-matter-of-factly. Iko was sure if he had glasses, he would slide them up to his perfect, symmetric nose. Wait, no, she meant ugly, misshapen, weird, annoying, terrible, ideal nose.

"Wow. Tha- what- wait- huh?" Thorne scratched his head, "That doesn't make any sense. Cinder tells Kai everything!"

"Not a month-long trip to Luna," Scarlet cut in, "But wait, how do you know this in the first place?" Yes, how did he know this and not Iko? But wait.

"And this happened last night?!" Iko put a hand to her mouth, "Wait, she was on a meeting with the world leaders last night?! I didn't even prep her. She probably looked disgusting!"

"No, she told the world leaders that morning, leaving out Kai, and then broke the news to him as they were getting ready for bed." He rolled his eyes like it was obvious, "Did nobody hear their yelling? I couldn't sleep because of it." Silence. Iko was charging, so she couldn't possibly hear anything. According to Cress, Thorne snored loudly, so it would probably be hard for the night owl (Cress) to listen to them. The rest were inside the house.

"Huh. Interesting. Okay, guys, don't say a word about this; let them figure it out, and NO MEDDLING! I'm talking to you, Iko. And you, Thorne. And Cress, don't help them. After all, nobody likes a meddler," Scarlet drawled, "We are going to have fun and pretend like we didn't hear Kinney say anything. If this were any other couple, I would have said 'we need a plan STAT,' but this is Cinder and Kai, AKA the lunar cyborg ex-Queen of Luna and the Emperor of the Eastern Commonwealth, and they could whip our asses with words faster than you can say Benoit Farms and Gardens. Not only that, but we could also go to jail. So, what are we NOT going to do?"

"Meddle," everyone grumbled. Or was it just Iko. She felt like fixing this heavenly ship was the task she needed to fulfill, but Scarlet's gun looks very shiny in her waistband, and Iko didn't feel like going to repair her skin the 3rd time this month. She inwardly cursed the wolf mutants. They ALWAYS put up a fight!

"Now, can we embarrass each other and sing and get drunk?" Thorne asked.

"Yes. Yes, we can." Scarlet allowed everyone inside.

"Ah hello, Selene-cousin, and Kai-friend!" Winter said as she spotted the couple. Cinder was sitting in the captain's seat of the cockpit, with her legs up and staring at the ceiling. She waved at Winter, not bothering to look her way. Meanwhile, Kai was fiddling with his shirt's cuffs frustratingly and was as far away from Cinder as possible. Watching them like this physically hurt Iko. She just wanted to give them both a good whack on the head. Kai looked in Winter's direction and nodded.

"So," Thorne said, breaking the awkward yet tension-filled silence, "We ready to start singing!"

"Ooh yes, I wanna go first!" Cress glided towards the table in the cockpit, where a microphone and speakers were waiting for the first contestant. Cress used the strategically placed steps under the table to help her get on top of the table. When she got to the middle, she took the microphone and motioned to someone behind Iko to do something. Then she tapped the microphone, and the speakers behind her came to life with a slight tap. "There we go!"

Cress grabbed her port started to tap on it. The speakers played a little melody, and Cress did a little shake in victory. Then she tapped some more, and an ad played from the speakers. Loudly. Everyone covered their ears, not ready for the loudness, and Cress apologized many times, over and over again. Then, when the ad finished, she tapped the screen before any music could play and smiled.

"Hey, guys! I'm going to sing a song by a famous second-era singer called Ariana Grande! And I will also-"

"WAIT!" Thorne came running in with a tray full of tiny glasses with clear liquid, "New rule, every time someone sings, they have to take a shot."

"No, wait a minute, I'm not goi-" Cinder began.

"Hey, I said we were going to sing and get drunk, right? So, we are going to sing and get drunk." Thorne smiled.

"Well, don't let Cress go first!" Scarlet argued.

"Good point," he set the tray on the table and climbed up. He took the microphone from Cress and cleared his throat, "I'll go first. Cress, you know what to play."

After tapping and swiping a few times, Cress smiled and hopped down from the table. She pressed the port again and gave a thumbs up to Thorne.

"You guys ready?" Asked Thorne.

"Why are we here again?"

"Let's begin" he nodded to Cress. Upbeat music started playing, and he started dancing. Badly. Iko burst out laughing as Thorne waved his hands dramatically. Cress leaned on Iko's shoulder, shaking from laughter. Then the singing started, which was ten times worse. Cress doubled over, bringing Iko down with her. Practically everyone was laughing now. Iko looked at Cinder, who looked like she was embarrassed for Thorne, but with a smile on her lips. Kai, on the other, had a hand up to his face and was laughing into it. Maybe, just maybe, they would sit next to each other and laugh about Thorne. And kiss. And everything would alright.

The music came to a stop, and so did Thorne's horrific voice. He bent down to grab one of the tiny glasses and drank it all in one fell swoop. He shook his head and then jumped down, handing the mic to Scarlet.

"I nominate you next, mademoiselle," said Thorne with a wink, "Get up on the stage. Make me proud."

"It's madame, now," Scarlet spat, grabbing the mic, "Besides, we don't say that anymore." She got on top of the 'stage' and put the mic onto the stand. "Hey, Cress?"

"Hmm?"

"Can you put 'Langue' by Aline Martin?"

"Sure, but isn't that in french?"

"Yeah, but who cares."

"Ok," Cress tapped onto the screen once again. She tapped the screen once, and soft music started playing.

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It was 10:00 pm now, and almost everyone was drunk. Which meant virtually everyone sang except for the bickering couple that hated each other. Which, to Iko, felt like she was being stabbed by burning knives, melting her inner core, and ripping it all apart, and burning the remains. Other than them, Iko and Kinney weren't drunk either. Iko couldn't drink, and Kinney refused to.

Then, something miraculous happened. Kai walked over to Cinder, whispering something into her ear. She nodded and left with Kai into a room. Iko's eyes widened, and she went to follow, but someone grabbed her arm.

"Wha-," Iko realized who it was, "Oh. You. Let me go."

"You know what Scarlet said, no meddling." Said Kinney.

"But she's drunk. Besides, I'm only going to listen, not meddle."

"But," Kinney stopped, lost for words, "fine, but I'm coming with."

"Why, to make sure I don't do anything stupid?"

"No, I'm curious."

"Oh. Ok, let's go" Iko and Kinney went to the room where Cinder and Kai entered but didn't press the button to open the door. Iko raised her inner volume while canceling Wolf's and Scarlet's bad singing out.

"I didn't mean it that way!" said a hushed voice from inside. It sounded like Cinder.

"Well, that's how I heard it!" another voice responded. Kai.

"Well, sorry that your mind chose to hear my words a different way than intended," said Cinder sarcastically. Kai huffed. Then everything went silent. Iko pressed her ear to the door harder as if that would help her hear better.

Something tapped her shoulder. "What are they saying?" whispered Kinney. She shushed him and continued to listen.

"I don't hear anything," Iko sighed, giving up. She lifted her ear from the door and looked at Kinney, "Do you think this is it?"

He shook his head. "The ambassador and the emperor are great for each other; even if they don't know it themselves, they'll be fine."

"But what if they're not? What if this is the worst fight they ever had, and they break up because of it, leaving them loveless and sad forever? What if-" Kinney put a hand to her mouth and hugged her. It was so unexpected that Iko gasped.

"It's their first fight. There are many, many, more to come, and they will get past it. They love each other more than anything else in the world, and moon, heck, even more than themselves! And if they do, they have you to lean on because look how much you care and love them.”

"But-"

"Shhh," Kinney said, stroking her hair, "I'm surprised Cinder hasn't caught us yet. She has super hearing skills, too, you know."

"I know." Iko pulled away from Kinney's calming grasp. Then she patted his chest and smiled up at him, "Thanks for that. I was freaking out a bit, you know." He smirked.

"Well, I guess we should go back before the drunk people do something stupid."

"I think it's too late for that."

"Whatever. And, um, I think you're right. Everything is going to be okay. Cinder and Kai will get married, have ten children, five dogs, seven hamsters, and three cats." He laughed, "I'm going to go sing now. Bye," She blew a kiss and walked towards the cockpit.

"IKO!" She paused in her steps and slowly turned around, her squeezed shut. "Were you listening to us the whole time!" Iko opened one eye and found a scowling Cinder with arms crossed around her chest, glaring at her. Kai stood at the doorway of the room, trying not to smile.

"No?" Iko looked to Kinney for help.

"It's true, Sele- Cinder, she wasn't eavesdropping." Kinney stopped Cinder before she could say anything else.

"Are you sure?" Cinder raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, positive."

"Okay," She turned around curtly. Something on her face must've been enough for Kai to smile devilishly. She pushed Kai into the room, slamming the doors shut in Kinney's face, leaving them both confused about what just happened.

"I think they're fine," Kinney said after a moment of both of them standing there.

"Yeah, me too," Iko scratched the back of her head, "Well, I'm going to sing now. Hopefully, no one stops me this time."

"Right behind you.”

"You're going to sing?" She asked, bewildered.

"No, I'm going to watch."

"Okay. I won't disappoint."

"I believe it." Iko felt a strange feeling wash over her when Kinney flashed a grin. She began to smile as she made her way to the stage subconsciously. She sang, then she danced, then she sang some more. When Cinder and Kai finally came out of the room, they were both smiling like crazy, making Thorne and Scarlet whoop loudly. Iko smiled again because everything was once again okay for them. But not for Iko.

She was 95% sure that she might be crushing on Kinney a bit. And she was 95% sure that he felt the same way back. Not sure what this meant, she took a break from the singing and dancing and sat down. What did this mean? What, where, when, who, and how? Iko sighed. Whatever, she'll figure this out in the morning. Now was the time to celebrate her OTP! But she was now distracted by the handsome figure who cheered her on. Maybe, someday, in the future, they could be an item. Maybe they could make it work, her being an android and stuff. Maybe they would fall in love and have a whirlwind romance.

Maybe…

A/N: Oh my STARS I tried my best to not change it but AGHH I left most of it untouched. If you want to see my embarrassing writing, go on Wattpad, I can’t stop you. Just don’t tell me…

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My Only Love: Part 2

Well, ages later, and I managed this.

When Stefan and Damon find a coffin holding an original, they hope they find an ally. They find Caroline instead. Part 1 on A03

Warnings: Alternate Universe; Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; original!caroline; hybrid!Klaus;Canon-Typical Violence; Blood Drinking; Blood and Gore; Character Death (Not OTP); Not Salvatore Friendly; Biting; No Smut Yet

Skirts and nails and lips bloody, her left hand curled carefully around the strange device she had plucked from Stefan’s hand the same way she’d taken his secrets, Caroline swept out of the dank and dreary basement to find just how the world had changed. A hundred years surely had more than one fascinating new thing to marvel at, and she wanted it all.

But mostly she wanted her husband.

It was unfortunate that the house was both astonishing and an utter disappointment. The windows were boarded, and the time-worn furniture and fading curtains were as alien to her as the wide expanse of the rooms. There were no gas lamps or candles here, but strange and delicate things made from blown glass that hung from the ceiling and turned the room nearly noon bright. Some of it was tacky, the colors were atrocious and who picked out those chairs?

Did this modern work not believe in pretty yet comfortable? She was quite certain Klaus had insisted on owning a set of chairs just like those in the 1800s and she hadn’t liked them then either. And what was that fabric?

What kind of place had she been put away to rot?

Outside, she could feel the burn if the sun and frustration clawed at her. When her father-in-law had left her to rot, he’d taken everything he could. Her daylight ring, the pretty jewelry Klaus had gifted her the morning of her abduction, her favorite hair combs. But right then it was the lack of daylight ring she raged at the most.

Caroline stared at what looked to be the front door with impotent longing. Somewhere out there was Klaus, free from the machinations of father who had hunted him all her life and she wanted to see what changes that freedom had wrought, to taste the triumph from his tongue. To feel him beneath her hands, to know they were free.

It'd only been a handful of hours to her memories since she’d seen him last, but she could feel the ache of centuries in her bones. The lack of the man who had stood with his hand curved around hers for all the years of her life. Her nails dug into her palms, gouging little half moons, and she took a slow breath.

Klaus has broken his curse. Mikael was dead, and she knew her husband was hunting for her with the same need that sat in her bones. He’d come to her as soon as he knew she was awake. She’d woken in a world where they’d won. Her lips curved as she recalled Stefan’s words, the angry, bitter pill of her husband’s triumphs clear in his gaze. Below her, she could hear him grieving, the death of brother the song that would usher her into this new existence.

It was fitting she decided, for this young vampire who wished to destroy Klaus to understand the pain he wished her to suffer. He’d wanted her family destroyed, and instead sacrificed his own. She’d leave him that agony for a while yet, her compulsion ensuring he would stay where he was, keeping the cooling corpse of his brother company. Right then, she had something far more important to do.

Carefully, she wiped her fingers clean on the skirt of her dress, mourning the ruined fabric of it even though it was already liberally covered in blood. Stefan had carried no handkerchief to offer her and she had no wish to search the house for something more suitable to wipe her hands on. She’d already seen more than enough of this place, and wished nothing to delay her husband finding her.

Hands mostly clean, she considered the smooth shape of what Stefan had told her was a phone in her hand. A strange, modern device that connected people's voices to voice, sometimes face to face. A wonderful little thing that would bring Klaus to her, when the sun was high in the sky and she had no way to go to him.

It was fascinating. Stefan’s explanation of how to use it and just how radio signals worked had been quite poor, when she wished to know every facet of the device. What kind of world had it become that such fascinating technology should be so badly understood by those who used it?

Klaus would help her learn.

For a moment, her finger hovered over the strange cover, this screen and she let herself wish this reunion would happen when she was a little more composed. A hundred years, and she was dressed in a relic of the past, dust covered and splattered with gore. The gore bothered her less than the dust, the ancient wrinkles she had no way to improve. And what was the point? She planned, hoped to be quite naked very soon.

Pushing aside that niggling vanity, she carefully copied the motions Stefan had shown her to work the phone. Thankfully, English itself hadn’t seemed to have gone through so many changes it was completely unrecognizable, the shape and form of letters familiar even if utterly strange in this… digital format. First, the odd thing he’d called a passcode. Then she found the green box at the bottom with the strange symbol, followed by recent calls.

There it was. His name. Klaus.

Such a simple thing, such a lifetime of need.

Pressing his name, her brows drew down sharply as nothing happened. Muttering under her breath a number of curses at incompetent things, she carefully prodded the screen until something changed. An unexpected jolt of noise startled her, a loud sound that she supposed was ringing. She was going to have to have so much to catch up on.

“Stefan, rethought my offer?”

The sound of Klaus’ voice, so clear and with that soft mix of charm and menace she knew so well, unexpectedly clogged her throat. Fingers flying to her mouth, Caroline swallowed hard. It was one thing to hear that her husband had triumphed, but it was another to hear his voice. To viscerally know that he was alive and if she could just get her voice to work, he’d be here.

“Klaus.” The single word came out rough. There was a sudden, fraught silence, and she wondered if the blasted device had stopped working.

“Who is this?” Klaus’ voice was sharp, dangerously bladed, and her eyes narrowed at the threat she could hear beneath his words.

“I am told,” she said in tones that had cooled considerably. “That you should be able to understand me as easily as I understand you. If you require an introduction to your wife, century between us or not, I am going to be very displeased, Klaus Mikaelson.”

Behind him, there was a crash, a noise that sounded like bone breaking. Her brows furrowed, ears straining to catch any hint of sound. “What was that?”

“Caroline.” Her name was clipped, a thousand things she couldn’t understand in his voice. “Where are you”?

Spine snapping taut in irritation at the blatant order in his voice, the way he ignored her question, her fingers tightened on the screen. “I believe the vampire Stefan called it a boarding house?”

“Stay there.”

Her jaw dropped as there was sudden silence, the screen changing to once again and it occurred to her that he was no longer listening to her. The screen cracked beneath her grip, and she tossed it away. Clearly her husband had forgotten a thing or two in the intervening years such as her dislike of rudeness.

Stay there.

As if she was a minion.

As if they hadn’t seen each other in decades and decades. Blowing out a slow breath, she wrangled her temper. He certainly knew where she was but had given her no indication how long it would take him to reach her. Maybe she should head back downstairs and entertain herself with Stefan until he arrived.

Debating, she blinked when outside, there was a noise, a blur of movement, and then the door opened with a wrench that nearly removed the door from its hinges. Her breath hitched in her throat, and Klaus stared at her from the perimeter of the room, eyes hotly yellow.

His hair was shorn shorter than she’d ever seen it, the cut and make of his clothing as strange and foreign as the wolf in his eyes. But she knew him down to her bones, and she took half a step towards him without thought. But when he continued to just stare at her, to watch her with a carefully set expression, her remembered annoyance sprang to the surface.

Hand sliding to her hip, Caroline stopped moving and narrowed her eyes. Temper and the smallest bit of hurt turned her voice hard. “I cannot believe the very first thing you're making me do after being released from that box is remind you that I am not…”

His face lost its passiveness, something vibrant and wild crossing his face before the distance between them disappeared with the curve of his palm on her jaw, and the press of his mouth, firm and plush and wanting, swallowed her complaint. Hands grasping for the feel of his shoulders, his spine, she pressed back with the same gasping need he always elicited in her, teeth sinking into his lip as both a need to taste and a chastisement for his behavior. He groaned against her mouth, tongue chasing hers as she slicked along the blood, and her head spun as he tangled himself in her skirts as they staggered backwards.

His palm pressed against the back of her skull as he pressed close and her spine hit the wall, so close that hip, thigh and stomach were all one line of burning contact even with her skirts and his clothes between them. There was nothing passive in his touch or kiss as they let mouths and hands roam, and she dug in with her nails, demanding more.

When he pulled back, lingering so they breathed heavily against each other’s mouths, his hand left her face to cup her hip, pulling her even closer. His gaze flickered down the line of her chest, to the blood splattered material that was both his and the other vampires, and his mouth curved slow and pleased before returning to her face. When he spoke, his voice was low and raspy, a thousand benedictions behind his eyes.

“Caroline.”

#my fic #klaroline fanfic #klaroline drabble #klaroline #here we go again i think

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Which TS songs remind you of the different couples in SJM’s books???

Boy do I ??

You are a blessed soul for asking me this, and know that I adore you.

There is now a part II to this.

Feysand:

Begin Again: “I've been spending the last eight months Thinking all love ever does Is break and burn, and end But on a Wednesday in a cafe I watched it begin again” Baby Feyre finding that love is not toxic, that love is supportive, that love can be wonderful. “You said you never met one girl who had As many James Taylor records as you But I do” but think of is as “he said he never met a girl who wasn’t afraid of his power, but i do”. Also also “Walked in expecting you'd be late But you got here early and you stand and wave I walk to you” because Feyre’s used to T*mlin’s mediocre ass but Rhys surprised her by being a decent human and treating her with respect, which makes her realize that she was starved for respect and that T*mlin was not giving her what every decent human being should get from the get go from their partner.

Ivy: Feyre slowly falling in love with Rhys, thinking about Rhys in the Spring Court between Night Court visits Also throughout ACOMAF how she battles with her ever growing feelings for the Lord of the Night, while feeling guilty about T*mlin, because they *just broke up*: “Oh, goddamn My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand Taking mine, but it's been promised to another Oh, I can't Stop you putting roots in my dreamland My house of stone, your ivy grows And now I'm covered in you” and “I wish to know The fatal flaw that makes you long to be Magnificently cursed He's in the room Your opal eyes are all I wish to see He wants what's only yours”.

End game: I can practically see Rhys singing this in the shower thinking about Feyre, when she decided to work with him and him thinking like “YES THIS HAS TO BE A SIGN”. His reputation precedes him and in rumours he’s knee deep, him and Feyre would be a big conversation, he has enemies, he has heard about her and she has heard about him. He thinks “she’s so dope that he might overdose”. She’s been calling his bluff on all his usual tricks so here’s the truth from his red lips!!!!!

Dress: “Even in my worst times, you could see the best in me Flashback to my mistakes My rebounds, my earthquakes Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me And I woke up just in time Now I wake up by your side My one and only, my lifeline”. Need I say more? I think not your honor.

Call it what you want: “I said you don’t need to save me, but would you run away with me?” That’s Feyre’s whole arc, I rest my case.

Nessian: the happiness I feel about the fact that these two are together is just enough to make me smile on a Monday

False God - The song literally opens up saying “We were crazy to think Crazy to think that this could work Remember how I said I'd die for you” HELLOOOO?? NESTA THINKING ABOUT THAT SCENE IN ACOWAR?? but also feeling that she’s unworthy of Cassian and that there is no way in hell that he will love her with all that she is.

Don’t Blame Me - The power of this song lies in the I unapologetic- powerful-full on I give myself to you and I will do it over and over again energy it has. And this is the energy that Nesta has for Cassian (even when homegirl really tries to pretend otherwise lol boo you tried). The “through your love I found salvation” religious aspect of Don’t blame me is Nesta, because through Cassian’s love and presence she found the perspective she needed on herself. Also this book was a religious experience for me. Jesus fuck.

Sparks Fly: From Cassian to Nesta, with love. First of all Cassian would be a diehard swiftie (all of the bat boys for that matter, merch a the concert, what will we do if we get invited to the rep room?? fans. Az woud be like the quiet yet “no, speak one ill word of Taylor and that’s your end, she did nothing wrong she was framed and I have evidence”). Second of all “The way you move is like a full on rainstorm And I'm a house of cards You're the kind of reckless that should send me running But I kinda know that I won't get far” That’s him alright, that’s him knowing that Nesta is a force to be reckoned with and he wants nothing nothing but to be in that storm and live within the force of nature that she is. Thirdly “My mind forgets to remind me, your a bad idea You touch me once and it's really something You find I'm even better than you, imagined I would be I'm on my guard for the rest of the world But with you I know its no good And I could wait patiently But I really wish you would”

Elucien: This is an Elucien blog.

Lover - In all honesty wanted to give this song to Feysand, because they are my main otp and this song is the highest of the high from Taylor, but I can’t deny the fact that this song screams Elucien. “With every guitar string scar on my hand” I think is a beautiful parallel for Elain and gardening, “My heart’s been borrowed, and yours has been blue” this speaks of Gr*yson and Jesminda, “I loved you three summers now but I want them all” that’s Lucien speaking ma’am. “Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?”, both of them about the bond. “And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me and at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover” we all know Lucien has a mind for dirty jokes and sass and Elain would always save him the sit next to her because he is the one who truly saw her and, in his distance, was the presence she needed while she figured it all out. Finally, The fact that the song has very clear wedding tones I think fits the headcanon, that more than a mating ceremony, Elucien would have a wedding, because it feels like something Elain would feel more comfortable with.

Treacherous -“I can't decide if it's a choice Getting swept away I hear the sound of my own voice Asking you to stay”..... mmmmmm is this or isn’t it Elain getting closer to Lucien, but still wondering if it’s the bond or her, yet nonetheless surrendering to the fact that she wants him to stay. “This slope is treacherous This path is reckless This slope is treacherous And I, I, I like it” Elain doesn’t want an easy love, to simple do as the bond suggests she wants something that has twigs and branches and where she needs to question herself and truly ask what she wants out of life and this relationship. Also the softness of the melody juxtaposed with the vulnerability, brings a soft rawness that is Elain.

King of my heart: Neither of them expected to feel like they could love with all the hope and unapologetic free falling feel characteristic of first loves, yet here we are. They rule their kingdom inside the room because they are discovering their feelings for each other away from prying eyes and people that have expectations on how they should work with the mating bond and all that. “Late in the night, the city's asleep Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep Change my priorities The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury” Again, with the love away from everyone, feeling their world shift around what they are starting to feel for one another. “Is the end of all the endings? My broken bones are mending With all these nights we're spending” did we say healing arc through love and support an “not expecting anything to come off this, but I just want to see you well” à la sjm?? I THINK WE DID.

Emorie: I’m working with crumbs here, delicious crumbs that will make a delicious emorie cake, but crumbs nonetheless.. I need more and I need it now.

I think he knows - My girl Emerie crushing hard hard haaaaaaaaard on Mor.

Cruel Summer - “I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you And I snuck in through the garden gate Every night that summer just to seal my fate (oh) And I screamed for whatever it's worth "I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you ever heard” this is prime PRIME PRIME ANGST, we will get from these two.

Gwynriel: this is an edit because I'm not a hoe for these two (yet...trust me once I see Az heal this is the tag where you will find me) and I did not know which songs might fit them and then when I posted it I was like WAIT WAIT I KNOW.

Gold rush - Gwyn talking herself out of her crush on Az after finding out about the whole necklace and being like “I don’t want a gold rush”.

Daylight - Az is a Taylor hoe first, spymaster second. She just makes him feel things. But in all seriousness “Like daylight It's golden like daylight You gotta step into the daylight and let it go Just let it go, let it goI wanna be defined by the things that I love Not the things I hate Not the things that I'm afraid of, I'm afraid of Not the things that haunt me in the middle of the night I, I just think that You are what you love” this is Az healing and being in better place where he can reflect on how he used to relate to love and romantic relationships, he now understands that love is not black and white but golden. He stepped into this notion of love and through it he found a beautiful relationship with Gwyn, he wants to be defined by the love he feels for her and the love he feels for his family, not by the things that haunted him, not by his mistakes, not by his trauma. He is golden, he is daylight, shadows and all he is daylight.

Az + Elain: As a romantic end game they are not my ship, but I do stand by my pre-acosf position that these two would be really good friends

Out of the woods - Where we stand after acosf I say that it is not far fetched that they might hook up and then realize that it’s not for them and that experience helps them access a new part of their healing: “They lost each other, but they found themselves”. The anxiety that this song mirrors is the anxiety of them knowing something doesn’t quite *fit* right, that they are both in turbulent times emotionally and this relationship is not giving them the peace they thought it would. They are paper airplanes, because they know that it’s not the right call for where they are in their own journeys if they want to heal properly and that neither will get what they truly want from the other one. The monsters who turned out to be trees, they are in the woods in this relationship, they were built to fall apart.. are all images that speak of the dynamic we could see of them, they try it doesn’t work and then after, when they are in better places mentally they will look back and be like “we dodge a bullet there didn’t we”.

Bonus: His necklace hanging around her neck, the image is clear there and so is the commentary.

Az + Mor: formerly known as Moriel, the ship that used to reign my heart

Breath - This song is entirely from Az’s perspective once he and Mor talk about, well, everything. This is not how he had planned it, this is not how he wanted this to go, but “people are people and sometimes it doesn’t work out, but it’s killing me to see you go after all this time” referencing letting go of the romantic feelings he had for her. They were a crutch for him and now he has to face life and the things that torment him about it, without the protection and comfort his crush on her offered him. “And we know it's never simple, Never easy Never a clean break, no one here to save me You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand,” regardless of what you all want to think, they do love and know each other but shift in their dynamic will mean an adjustment for both of them... it’s not a clean break. “Never wanted this, never wanna see you hurt Every little bump in the road I tried to swerve”, also Idc about what you all think, Az never never never wanted to hurt Mor, if he knew his behavior was in someway affecting her he would have done something, and I think from the aftermath of him going after Eris on ACOWAR we can see that... also this might allude to him actually knowing that Mor is a lesbian and he has tried to make sure she feels safe around him and knows that he has her back agains the whole world if need be, regardless of her lack of romantic feelings for him.

Feyl*n: honestly who knew there would be so many songs that would fit these two. Such bops for a crappy dude like T*mlin.

Exile - “I never learned to read your mind (never learned to read my mind) I couldn't turn things around (you never turned things around) 'Cause you never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs)” He never even tried to learn to read her mind, he never turned things around and she gave so so many signs. The way he looks at Rhys like he’s his understudy, but no sugar he’s the principal actor and you got fired.

Getaway car - and I oop. Because that is essentially what they were both to each other. Feyre needed someone to give her security and financial stability, T*mlin needed someone to break the curse: “It was the best of times the worst of crimes”.

Bad blood - LOOOOOL. They used to be mad love and now they have bad blood.

Tell me why - Imma just leave a collection of quotes here that well allude to them through the first act of ACOMAF: “I took a chance, I took a shot And you might think I'm bulletproof but I'm not You took a swing, I took it hard And down here from the ground, I see who you are” Feyre seeing T*mlin for the abusive person that he is, from the ground.. where his behavior put her. Also “I'm sick and tired of your reasons I got no one to believe in You tell me that you want me, then push me around And I need you like a heartbeat But you know you got a mean streak Makes me run for cover when you're around Here's to you and your temper Yes, I remember what you said last night And I know that you see what you're doing to me Tell me why” The if he loved me, why did he do it and the “it’s not a question of if he loved you but how” conversation she has with Rhys.

I could go on and on forever placing all T-Swift songs around acotar characters, but I think this is getting longer than we all anticipated.. or did we? we all know I am not ✨concise✨. Anywho, thanks for sticking around.

Besos!!

BOOOONUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSS:

Obviously, Invisible String is for all my mated/soon to be mated boos, and I think Peace is a song that can apply to both Feysand and Nessian from Rhys’ and Nesta’s perspectives respectively.

#Feysandfeelsasks #Taylor Swift #Sarah J Maas #SJM #ACOTAR #ACOMAF #ACOWAR #ACOSF #Feysand #Nessian #Elucien #Emorie #not to toot my own horn but I think the Daylight one with Gwynriel is amazing #I will pat myself on the back.#Gwynriel #Moriel #and when I tag moriel i mean friendship moriel

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